Kimmy’s Adventures – The Gang Bang

Literotic asexstories – Kimmy’s Adventures – The Gang Bang by Imnohemingway,Imnohemingway
This is the fifth installment in my “Kimmy’s Adventures” series about a college track star and her sexual exploits.

This is realistic fiction in that it involves people and events that could happen, however all characters are made up. Any resemblance to actual people is coincidental. The college referenced in the story is made up.

All characters depicted are over the age of 18.

Kimmy’s Adventures-The Gang Bang

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“Fuck, this skinny white bitch’s pussy is tight!” Walton Hampton, center for the football team bellowed, as he pounded his throbbing cock in and out of me. Two of his line-mates, Fetu Ta’ala, and Ty’reke Smithton each had a hold of one of my legs and were spreading me wide as I laid prone on my back on the queen sized bed.

“You should feel what Freak is doing to my dick with her mouth!” Clifford Wideman, the left tackle, said as he throat piped me. I was swirling the tip of my tongue around the base of his cock at the same time his thick shaft filled my mouth and the large helmet shaped head rested against my tonsils. My hands tightly gripped his thighs for dear life.

My senses were on overload. My mouth was starting to go numb. I did the best I could to carefully breath through my nose while saliva cascaded down my face, precariously close to my nostrils. A lot of the spit river had already flowed down my cheeks and forehead and I could only imagine the mess it was making of my hair.

Just when I wasn’t sure how much more I could take, I felt the right tackle, Bobby Pandella grab my tits roughly with his big paws and begin pulling my nipples like rubber bands.

“Oh-eye-gawwwddd!” I screamed, causing vibrations to course through the cock that was fucking my face. The two behemoths holding my legs clung tightly as my lower body lifted about half-a-foot off the bed, nearly dislodging the cock from my cunt. My arms flailed causing me to lose hold of Wideman’s thighs. I shook spastically.

The cacophony of laughter from the five burly men echoed off the bedroom walls adding to my disoriented state.

And despite everything I just described that was happening to me, I have to admit, I was loving every fucking second of it.

You may be wondering how I came to be in that situation? Well, quite honestly it was my own doing. Well, with a little help from my “boy friend” at the time, quarterback Harrison Northman. By the way, the sadistic bastard happened to be sitting in a chair off to the side of the bed enjoying watching it all go down.

Let me explain.

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Harrison and I met during the summer semester between my freshman and sophomore years. Like most athletes we stayed at school during the summer to take a class or two to make up for the lighter course load we took during the school year in order to concentrate on our sports. And, like many athletes, we were both communication majors.

I tried not to stare as Harrison Northman, called North by his teammates, strolled into the “Intro to Social Media” classroom the first day of the course. But, it wasn’t easy. You would have had to be living under a rock to not know who he was, but I’d never been in the same room as him until that day.

I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t immediately attracted and aroused by the sight of him. How could I not? His lean, muscular 6’3″ 220-lb. frame was on display in his board shorts and sleeveless tee-shirt, feet clad in leather sandals. His sun bleached, shoulder length hair made him look more like a surfer dude or life guard than a football player. I think every female in the room, including our professor, a woman in her mid 50’s, got wet upon seeing him.

I swear he looked right at me and gave me a quick smile before he turned his attention to someone he recognized sitting in the back row. If I wasn’t already damp, I was then. I heard him greet Malik Pennington, our basketball team’s point guard. I glanced quickly to see the two “dap each other up” before they took seats and started talking.

By the time the small classroom was about half full there was an audible din. Professor Margaret Simon interrupted the pre-class chatter, saying it looked like everyone on her roster was present and that she’d like to get started. After describing her background to us, she had us all introduce ourselves.

When it was my turn I was shaking like a leaf. I couldn’t help but think that being this nervous talking about myself to a group of about twenty-or-so peers didn’t bode well for someone who had aspirations of one day being in the public eye. I simply said my name, explained I was a rising-sophomore and wanted to become a writer or sports commentator but was still trying to figure that out.

“Oh Kimmy, I think you’re being a bit modest,” Professor Simon said, as she sat on the edge of her desk at the front of the room. “For those of you who don’t know, Ms. Anderson is an elite distance runner. She placed third in the 3,000-meter run at the NCAA Championships last weekend and helped State College win the women’s title. Quite an accomplishment for a first year student.”

Her comment was met with some Oh’s and Awe’s and a light round of applause. Then I heard a voice from behind me ask, “You planning on running professionally?” I turned to see Harrison looking at me, smile on his face. He’d obviously been the one who’d asked the question.

“Well, honestly that’s truly my main goal,” I said looking right into his beautiful ocean blue eyes. “The other things are plans after my running career is over. Whenever that might be.”

“Well we look forward to seeing you in the Olympics one day,” Professor Simon said.

I blushed then turned back around to face the front of the class. I was trying to keep my legs from shaking as I sat and listened to the next student introduce herself.

When it was Harrison’s turn, I rotated in my chair to look at him. He confidently focused his vision at the professor, said his name and mentioned that he played on the football team and that whether he played professionally or not he was preparing for a career in sports media.

“Again with the modesty,” Professor Simon interrupted. “Mr. Northman is the predicted first string quarterback for the up coming season. Aren’t you?”

“Uh, yes Mam,” Harrison said. “But nothing’s promised. I have some talented young competition. I’m confident in my ability though and have been working hard to achieve my goal.”

“Well wasn’t that said like someone who’s been practicing his diplomatic media responses,” the professor chided him good-naturedly. Her quip was met with a room full of laughter. “Well I think I speak for the whole class when I say we wish you the best of luck.”

“Thank you Mam,” he said politely.

Once the last student had introduced himself, Professor Simon had us refer to the course syllabus on her web page. She went over every aspect of the course, from attendance expectations to quiz and test grades.

Then she spent close to a half-hour explaining the main project which would be to work with a partner to design our own pod-cast or social media channel. We’d have to do everything from coming up with the premise, the target audience, advertising, etc. Then we’d have to act as our own producer, director, and on air talent. Then of course we’d have to produce at least one-hour long episode. Sounded like fun, but a lot of work to accomplish in less than five weeks.

One girl asked if we got to pick our own partners, but Professor explained that it would be done randomly. She’d put our names into a “partner generating application”.

“So if everyone will look up at the ‘Smart Board’, I’ll go ahead and press enter and, ‘voila’,” she said pointing up at the board.

And there on the screen was a list of 12-pairs of names. I nearly shit myself when in the third row down I saw Anderson/Northman. I slowly looked over my right shoulder in time to see Harrison staring right at me. He smiled and gave me a wink and a slight nod of the head. I quickly turned towards the front of the room.

“Holy fuck!” I mouthed silently.

Then I noticed at least a half-dozen of the ten women in the room shoot daggers at me with their eyes. “Bitches be hatin’!” as La La liked to say. I couldn’t help but smile to myself.

Professor Simon said that we had the rest of the class time to meet with our partner and begin working on our project. She added that we could stay in the class or go somewhere else if we so wished.

I was just turning around to see what Harrison wanted to do when I noticed he was standing right next to me, his book bag slung over his right shoulder.

He suggested we go to the student union and get a snack while we made plans for our project. I readily agreed, quickly gathered my stuff and we headed out of the classroom to several pairs of staring eyes.

The less than five minute walk to the union consisted of some comfortable small talk as we traded where we were from, high school’s we attended, and acquaintances we had in common.

After we got to the food-court, he graciously paid for my meal and we took seats at a corner table. We continued to talk while we ate. I found him to be down to earth and unpretentious. Rare traits in jocks who had been told all their lives how good they were. I knew from my own experience. We both shared stories about how our parents were great role models and integral to making sure our heads didn’t get too big.

He had a self-deprecating sense of humor that had me giggling and laughing the entire time. He shared how his love of football came from watching his two older brothers game’s while he was growing up. He said the battles with them in the backyard contests made him ultra-competitive.

I felt very at ease with him and found myself opening up to him in ways that I didn’t with most people I just met. I told him about my love of running, how I’d begun racing competitively as early as 7-years old, watched my first track and field Olympics on television a year or so later, which prompted the dream I’ve had since.

Our topics weren’t limited to family and sports. I found he was also intelligent about the world around him and knowledgable about current events. He actually read and had a favorite book. A first for most guys I knew.

I guess you could say we were “Vibing.”

When we finally got down to the business of planning our pod-cast, I admired the way he listened to my ideas. He wasn’t one of those people who demanded we do it his way. Nor was he going to expect his partner to do all the work. He asked questions to clarify if he didn’t understand something. He had his own ideas as well and gave good reasons why we should use them. But, he wasn’t overbearing. I could see that he had the attributes of being a team leader.

We came up with a basic outline to do a podcast that would incorporate our love of sports. We’d do two half-hour interviews of famous former athletes from our college who could share their stories and advice. We already had some names of people in mind. We made plans to contact the sports information department later in the week.

Maybe not real original, but we thought interesting nonetheless. Before we’d realized it we saw we’d been working for an hour past the end of class time. Harrison said he had a meeting with the athletic trainer and that he’d see me in the morning.

For the rest of the week Professor Simon would use the first half of the class to teach her lesson or lead class discussion about the previous night’s text reading, then give us the second half of the class to work on our project.

We used our time wisely and by the end of the first week had made good progress. Our time together seemed effortless and fun. We shared stories and laughed constantly. I really enjoyed spending time with Harrison. I guess he felt the same way because at the end of Friday’s class he asked if I’d like to get a bite to eat at the diner then see a movie Saturday evening. I willingly consented.

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Harrison picked me up at my off campus apartment that I was sharing with Mena. When I had told her that Harrison and I were working on the class project together she’d joked that it would be less than a week before I had sex with him. Actually she was surprised we hadn’t yet. I just smiled.

I met him at the door wearing jean capri’s and a floral mid drift shirt that flaunted my fit abs, flip-flops on my feet. He looked fine in his cream colored Ron Jon shorts that went to just above the knees with an olive, skin tight, v-neck tee-shirt. He had white tennis sneakers with no socks on his feet. The outfit showed off his tanned, muscular frame. The one thing our shirts had in common was that we were both showing nipple.

When I introduced him to Mena, he gave her a friendly hug then said, “I swear our women’s track team has to be the prettiest in the country.”

She blushed three shades of red and I thought she was going to leave a puddle on the floor.

“Now you did it Harrison,” I joked lightly punching him on the shoulder. “Now she’s going to have to go change her panties.”

“You kidding me,” she sniped back as she reached for the button on her shorts. “I’m never going to wash them again. As a matter of fact Harrison, would you mind autographing them?”

It was Harrison’s turn to blush while Mena and I busted out laughing.

“Don’t wait up,” I whispered to her as I gave her a final hug good bye.

As soon as we walked in to the diner, people were staring in our direction. We were seated by the owner who recognized Harrison immediately and thanked us for coming. Our waitress quickly took our order. He had a hamburger and I had a chicken sandwich. We shared an order of fries. Sodas were the drink of choice. Not the best meal for athletes, but we both rationalized it as our cheat day.

During our meal we talked about everything from our favorite baseball team’s to the class project. We were just about finished eating when I happened to notice a boy no more than ten-years old holding a paper menu and a pen heading our way. The kid nervously walked up to our table.

“Um Mister, my Dad said you’re the quarterback for the college. Uh, can I get your autograph?”

Without hesitating Harrison said, “Absolutely. What’s your name?”

“Uh, Tommy,” the boy stuttered.

And with that Harrison scribbled Best wishes Tommy, # 16 Harrison Northman.

Harrison was just about to hand it back to him when he said, “Hey do you also want my friend’s autograph?”

“She’s on the football team too?” he asked innocently.

Harrison and I let out a burst of laughter, before he was able to say, “No, this is Kimmy Anderson and she’s a runner. She’s going to be in the Olympics one day.”

I shot Harrison a quick, “I don’t believe you just said that!” look. He responded by flashing his infectious smile.

“Wow!, Really?” Tommy asked, very impressed. “Yeah, sure.”

And with that Harrison handed me the menu. Honestly I was impressed the kid even knew what the Olympics was. I looked for some empty space and scribed my signature.

“Now don’t lose that Tommy,” Harrison warned the boy as he was walking away. “She’s going to famous one day.”

“Hey Mom, Dad, look what I got,” Tommy was shouting as he ran back to the table where his parents were sitting.

He was all excited as he showed them our autographs. When he revealed to his mother my signature, he pointed at me and I heard him say “Olympics”. The mother looked in my direction smiling and mouthed “Thank you so much!”. I grinned back and mouthed, “You’re welcome.”

That moment made me realize two things. One was the importance of being kind to people. The look on that kids face and the appreciation of the parents was priceless. The other was what a warm hearted and generous person Harrison was.

It wasn’t an act. While we were out that night he signed willingly for anyone who asked. But, signing autographs was only part of it. About a week or two later I went with him to the local hospital to spend time visiting sick kids at the pediatric ward. To see the way he boosted those kid’s spirits was awe inspiring. It motivated me to begin a children’s charity with some of my teammates that we sponsor to this day.

Harrison paid the bill and left the waitress a generous tip. After about another five-minute ride he was parking his car in the theater lot. Upon entering the movie house, he purchased our tickets to the latest hit action flick, then stopped at the snack bar for a bucket of popcorn. A minute or two later we were settling into seats in the center of the second to last row.

The theater was only about one-third full by the time the lights dimmed and the coming attractions began. The closest other movie goers were two rows in front of us. We took turns sharing the popcorn for the first few minutes of the film. There was still about a quarter of the bucket left when we decided we’d had enough. Harrison placed it on the floor between us. I put my arm through his and snuggled closer to him. He didn’t object. We settled into watching the flick.

About a half-hour into the movie I was bored and horny as hell. It appeared he wasn’t going to take the initiative so I figured, “what the fuck”. I took a quick glance around then rested my hand in the middle of his crotch. I was pleasantly pleased to be greeted by a hard cock that was stretched out inside his pants, pointing down his left leg. Its warmth emanated through the fabric. I guess he was more turned on than he was letting on. He made a surprised grunt, turned cough. I giggled.

The woman in front of us, who I estimated to be in her thirties, gave a quick backward glance. I froze and acted like I was staring at the screen.

Once I was sure no one was looking, I began my ministrations again. For a couple minutes I drove Harrison crazy as I lightly slid my finger tips up and down the length of his fabric covered cock, while I feigned interest in the movie. I could feel it quiver as he did his best to stoically stare at the screen. However, I felt him squirm in his seat.

I then swiftly moved my hand to the waistband of the shorts, deftly unfastened and unzipped them in one stealth move.

“Kimmy, what the fuck are you doing?” Harrison whispered in surprise, but interestingly didn’t try to physically stop me.

“I think you can figure our what I’m doing Mr. football player,” I said teasingly. “I’m trying to sack your little quarterback.” I giggled at my pun.

“I-I d-don’t know if that’s a good idea,” he stammered.

“So does that mean you want me to stop?” I asked looking at him with an impish grin.

Several seconds went by and he still hadn’t answered.

“I’ll take your silence as a no,” I said and I stuck my hand in the pee hole of his boxers and fished his cock out.

“Oh, he’s not so little after all, is he?” I joked some more. The fingers of my small hand barely fit around his girth as I began stroking Harrison’s circumcised cock slowly. I ran my index finger over the slit in the tip of his dick and smeared the pearl of pre cum around the bulbous head. I did this for a minute or so, listening to his breathing become more labored.

Another minute later I tapped Harrison on the hip prompting him to lift his ass off the seat. He did as directed which allowed me to slide his shorts a bit more over his glutes exposing more of his underwear. This made it easier to display his balls which I began caressing with my other hand. While I stroked and fondled him, I leaned over and pressed my lips against his. His warm mouth on mine felt as good as his hard cock and swollen balls did in my hands.

Our lips together felt so fine that I naturally had to have more of him. So, my tongue slithered into his mouth and wrestled with his at the same time I increased the speed of my strokes on his cock. He leaked more pre cum allowing me to naturally lube his cock and help my hand glide up and down his shaft effortlessly.

A couple minutes later, still lost in my lust, I felt a sound catch in Harrison’s throat. He removed his mouth from mine and gave me a startled look of concern. I knew immediately what it meant. Rather than back off and torment him, possibly risking detection from other patrons or theater personnel, I decided to mercifully finish him off.

But how exactly? I remembered we didn’t have any napkins, so that was out. I didn’t want to be so conspicuous as to lean over and finish him with my mouth. Then I remembered the popcorn. I took my hand off his balls, quickly picked the bucket up off the floor and pointed his dick at the wide mouth of the container. With my other hand still on his cock, I increased my rubbing.

About a dozen strokes later I felt Harrison’s muscular body tense. Luckily for us, his audible grunt was covered by the sounds of a loud car chase that was blaring from the theater sound system at the same time. Thanks to just enough light provided from the movie screen, I watched in awe, as jet after jet of cum shot from his cock, coating the popcorn inside. Some of his seed drooled down the length of his shaft and collected in the web of my hand.

I saw the last dribble or two drop from the tip of Harrison’s dick into the container, then looked to see he was still gripping on to the arm rests for dear life while trying to catch his breath. I leaned in quickly and pecked him on the lips.

Then I had a devilish idea. I removed my cum smeared hand from his deflating cock, dipped it into the popcorn bucket, grabbed a handful of the slime covered kernels, and deposited it into my wide open mouth.

“Yummm!” I said as I tasted the combination of salty and earthy flavors on my tongue before swallowing. “You want?” I asked sticking my hand back in the barrel.

Harrison shook his head emphatically as he watched me down the next helping then lick my hand of the remnants like a cat cleaning itself. As I finished up, he adjusted himself, pulled his cock back through the fly of his boxers, then used the inside of the underwear to wipe his dick. Finally he pulled his shorts up to his waist and closed the zipper and button.

“Holy shit, you’re freaky!” he exclaimed.

“Yeah, I’ve been told that before.” I said, a little too loud just as the volume of the sound effects in the theater quieted. A moment later the popcorn bucket dropped from my hand and made a thud when it hit the floor.

All of a sudden the older couple sitting two rows in front of us turned in our direction. The guy gave us a withering glare, while the woman gave me a knowing grin.

“Sorry!” I whispered sheepishly. They turned their attention back to the screen.

I buried my head into Harrison’s chest to stifle my giggle. When I was finally under control I told him I wanted to leave. He wholeheartedly agreed.

“Grab the pop corn and throw it out,” Harrison implored.

“Na ah!” I said shaking my head. “Give the cleanup crew a surprise.”

And with that we left the theater.

“You crazy girl!” he said once outside. “We’re lucky we didn’t get caught.”

“Tell me you didn’t enjoy that?” I retorted. He just smiled.

“”So what do you want to do now?” he asked innocently.

“Listen Harrison,” I began, looking at him seriously, “if you don’t take me to your place and fuck my brains out, I’m going to ask Professor Simon for a new partner on Monday.”

With that, Harrison grabbed my hand and we ran to his car. I’m surprised we didn’t get into an accident on our way to his place the way we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. He explained that he lived in a two bedroom apartment with one of his teammates who happened to be an offensive lineman. However, his roomie was away for the weekend.

Knowing we didn’t have to worry about anyone else being in the apartment, I attacked Harrison as soon as he closed the door behind us. We left a trail of clothes all the way to the bedroom. We were both naked by the time we hit the bed.

Over the next couple hours we wore each other out. We licked, sucked and fucked in a half-dozen or more positions and Harrison filled three condoms before we collapsed into each others arms and fell into a satisfied sleep.

I woke the next day to sun peering through the blinds while Harrison showed he was a brave man as he sucked on my ripe “morning pussy”. I held onto his head as my orgasm peaked, then pulled him up for a big, tasty kiss.

We had one more sensual fuck before we showered up and he took me back to my apartment. He’d already had plans with some of his teammates for the day, so we agreed that we’d see each other at class the following morning.

“Hey Freaky, that you?” Mena yelled from her beddroom as I entered our apartment.

“Yeah,” I responded, as I opened her door and entered her room. She was still laying in bed in a long tee-shirt. I walked wearily towards her and collapsed on the mattress next to her.”

“Someone have a good time?” she asked with a big smile on her face.

“Holy Fuck Meen!” I began, smiling uncontrollably. “He was fucking Amazing!. He was kind and loving and assertive and dominant and even a little kinky.”

“Yeah, like how?” she asked excitedly.

“Oh, my god,” I started. “At one point he had me get in reverse cowgirl, put his arms so his biceps were under my knees forcing my legs up and open, with his forearms against my shoulder blades. He then grabbed two bunches of hair on either side of my head and thrust his cock in and out of me like a jack hammer. He pounded me till I started squirting all over the place like a busted pipe.”

“Oh that boy watches porn,” she laughed. “That’s a definite porn move.”

I nodded in agreement. Thing is a lot of guys watch porn. Not every guy can execute that move.

“Oh my god I don’t believe my luck!” I moaned, cupping my face in my hands.

“Why? What’s wrong?” Mena asked with concern.

“Meen, I think I’m falling in love with the guy!” I said, removing my hands from my face and staring at the ceiling. “He’s not just incredible in bed, he’s a really good person.”

“And this is a problem because…???” she asked not understanding.

“He has football and I have cross-country starting in a month,” I said dejectedly. “We both have goals after college of being professional athletes, and to achieve those goals we’re going to have to be selfish and dedicate all our time and energy to our training and school work.

“I can’t do all of that and make a relationship work,” I went on. “That’s why I broke up with my high school boy friend before I went away to college. And I certainly can’t expect Harrison to compromise his goals and dreams.”

Mena looked compassionately at me and grabbed my hand. “I know you like this guy, but don’t get stressed out. You just met. You have about a month of summer class left before you both have to really start concentrating on your sports.

“Take one day at a time,” she counseled. “Enjoy each other’s company. And worse case scenario when the class is over is that you part knowing you have made a good friend. And maybe also a ‘fuck buddy?!’ ”

We looked at each other and busted into laughter.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” I said, still not certain.

A minute later Mena looked at me and asked, “So does this mean you’re going to be exclusive with him for the next month, or are we still ‘fuck buddies’ too?”

“What do you think?” I responded smiling. Then I pulled her towards me, embraced her, and kissed her soft lips passionately. We spent the rest of the morning pleasuring each other.

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The next day Harrison and I met before class at the student union food court for a quick breakfast before heading to class. He greeted me with a peck on the lips which surprised me a little but I willingly accepted it.

As we walked to class, we shared how we spent the rest of our Sunday. I left out the part about Mena and me. Eventually I would open up to him about my bi-sexuality and desire for multiple partners. However, in that moment I just told him how I ran some errands, did laundry, and read the next chapter of our text. We got a few looks from some of our classmates as we walked into class together.

After class I told Harrison that I was going to start my pre-season weight program that day. He told me he had to do his lifting routine also, and wondered if I’d want to do mine in the weight room that is dedicated just for the football program. I happily agreed.

Upon getting to the sports complex I used the women’s locker room and changed. He told me to meet him outside the football weight room once I was dressed. He did a double take when he saw me walk out wearing pink spandex shorts that came to mid thigh and a matching halter style sports bra that left little to the imagination.

“Is something the matter?” I asked with a wide grin while I fixed my hair into a tight pony tail, then kneeled down and tightened the laces on my white running shoes.

“I’m just afraid some of the guys might get distracted and drop a barbell on themselves when they get sight of you.”

“I have a tee-shirt I can put on if you want,” I said giggling, pointing to my gym bag.

“That’s not necessary as far as I’m concerned,” Harrison commented, as he opened the door to the gym and held it for me like a gentleman.

I no sooner entered the weight room when I came face to face with a five of the largest men I’d seen in my entire life. All of their hulking figures were close to six-and-a-half-feet tall and averaged 300-lbs. Walton Hampton, nick named Ton(Tun) was sitting on a weight bench, while the other four men were standing in a semi-circle around him.”

“Ewwwww Weeee! Girrrrl, you fine looking.” said the giant man who was sitting. “Hey North, you bring us a little eye candy to help motivate us? You always takin’ care of us man!” The rest of the group joined in with cheers and laughs.

“Well you guys are always takin’ care of me, so I figured it’s the least I can do,” Harrison shot back.

I greeted Harrison with another punch to the shoulder like I had at my apartment the previous Saturday evening, only a little harder this time. He grabbed his arm in mock pain.

“Easy, Pretty Lady,” Ton, who stood up from the weight bench, cautioned. “That’s his throwing arm. Careful you don’t put him out of commission before official practices even start.”

Deafening peels of laughter reverberated around the room. I smiled nervously.

“So North, you going to introduce us to the young lady?” asked left tackle Clifford Wideman, aka Wide. He also happened to be Harrison’s roommate.

“Ahh, where’s my manners,” he joked back. “Fellas, this is Kimmy Anderson. Kimmy meet the fellas, best O-line in the country in my opinion.”

“Nice to meet ya fellas!” I responded cheerfully, as I eyed the massive specimens dressed in baggy gym shorts and sweat drenched tee-shirts. An assortment of tattoos decorated their huge arms.

“Kimmy is a member of our State College National Championship Track Team,” Harrison continued, bragging like a proud parent. “She won the bronze in the 3,000-meter as a freshman.”

“Impressive! Congrats girl,” said Right tackle Bobby Pandella. The rest of the fellas added their sentiments.

“Oh I heard about you,” Ton said. “You that distance runner that La La and Princess call Freaky.”

I looked at Harrison. He appeared to look surprised. He’d called me that after the pop corn incident on Saturday. I wanted to dig a hole in the floor and hide.

“I’m gonna kill those bitches next time I see them,” I mumbled as the blood rushed from my face and I began to sweat. I heard some of the guys chuckle.

“You mean that’s the blond chick from the locker room that J.T. was telling us about?” asked left guard Tyreke Smithson.

“Oh my god!” I said as I cupped my face into my hands and started hyper-ventilating. “I can’t believe this.”

Immediately the words of Daniel Diaz, my freshman year dormitory resident director, who my roommate Gina and I had a threesome with earlier in the year, came back to haunt me. (Read: Kimmy’s Adventures-The Roommate). He had warned that indiscretion could lead to a tainted reputation if one isn’t careful.

I was almost ready to turn and run when I heard a comforting voice pipe up.

“Don’t worry Pretty Girl,” Fetu Ta’ala, the Polynesian right guard said. “You’re safe with us.”

I peeked through my fingers enough to see Fetu his wavy black hair hanging loose to his shoulders, a sleeve of cultural tattoos down his right arm.

Fetu looked knowingly at his teammates, then smiled assuringly at me. I dropped my hands and tried to calm my breathing.

“Oh, absolutely Baby,” Ton added. “No slut shaming here. We all do what we do, if ya know what I mean? None of us, including our captain here, is a choir boy.”

They all let out a conspiratorial laugh.

I looked over at Harrison who was looking just a little uncomfortable as it was his turn to sweat.

“We ain’t expecting every woman we meet to be a Girl Scout,” Ton continued. “You gals allowed to have your fun.

“It’s pretty obvious that whatever you and Harrison got going on is recent and you still getting to know each other,” Ton added thoughtfully. “We ain’t gonna do anything to mess that up. We just having a little fun with ya, sweetheart. You one of us now. So, just relax. And welcome to the club. If you ever need anything, you let us know. Ok pretty girl?”

“Welcome to the Club!” That’s what La La and the girls yelled at me after they’d saturated me in squirt at our orgy. (Read Kimmy’s Adventure-Lesbian Orgy) Maybe this club was a little bigger than I realized.

I looked at Harrison and he nodded with a smile and he took my hand in his. I then turned my head and looked at his offensive line. They nodded as well. I breathed a sigh of relief, and smiled at them.”

I spent the first 15-minutes or so of my workout doing my stretching routine, while talking with and getting to know the “fellas” better. I noticed them sneaking some peeks at me as I contorted myself into various positions that displayed the more private areas of my athletic body.

I found them to be the nicest, kindest, raunchiest, and funniest group of people I’ve ever met. My stomach muscles were aching before I ever did one ab exercise that day because they had me laughing so much.

It was amazing to watch them bench and squat multiple sets with multiple reps of more than 250-lbs at a time. There strength and stamina along with their agility was awe inspiring.

By the time Harrison and I were done with our 90-minute workout, I’d been introduced to probably half the football team. They were all kind and respectful. I saw several of them give Harrison a thumbs up or an approving fist bump in regards to me.

After our workout Harrison asked if I was going to shower in the locker room, but I suggested we use the shower at my apartment so we could take turns washing each other’s backs. He happily agreed.

We took our time soaping, feeling, and fondling each other while we enjoyed the warm and relaxing jets of water from the shower head. After we rinsed off we took turns drying each other; spending extra time on each other’s intimate areas.

By the time we got to the bedroom I was a mixture of emotions and feelings. I didn’t know what to say. Didn’t know what to do. I just stood their in only a towel, hair still damp, trembling like a leaf. Harrison, naked, facing me, removed my towel. Without a word, he took me in his arms and kissed me softly, gently, deeply.

That afternoon we made love. With him deep inside me we looked into each other’s eyes and into each other’s souls. I truly felt like he and I were one. I think he sensed it too.

We laid quietly for several minutes in each other’s embrace, enjoying the aftermath of our shared climax. I could hear the beat of his heart through his chest. I didn’t want it to end. But, there was a question burning in my mind since the “introduction incident” at the gym.

“Harrison, on Saturday night, after I jerked you off you called me a freak. Did you know about me and my reputation before we met in class last week?”

He didn’t move a muscle. It was probably five or six seconds before he finally answered, but it felt like an eternity.

“Na. I really hadn’t,” he began. “I’d heard a story that La La and J.T. had found some girl spying on them in the locker room, but nothing more than that. Never put two and two together. I had no idea until today that they’d nick named you ‘Freak’. I mean it.”

Then he turned and looked me in the eyes again. I believed him.

“Now that you know, does it bother you?” I asked nervously.

“Nope. What Ton said to you in the gym is exactly how I feel,” Harrison said sincerely. “When I asked you to the movie it was because I liked hanging out with you, not because I thought I was gonna get laid. And now that I know, it doesn’t change a thing. Your past is in the past. I have to admit though, the sex with you’s been fucking great.”

We both laughed loudly as I buried my face in his chest. I told him I felt the same way. Then another thought came to my mind. I hesitated for a moment wondering if I should ask it. Then, I did.

“Harrison, I like you a lot and have had fun hangin’ with you. And I know we’ve only known each other a little over a week, but I was wondering, what do you see happening between us when the course is over and practices begin?”

He inhaled deeply, then let his breath out slowly before he spoke.

“I’d be lying if I said I’d have the time to dedicate to a ‘true’ boy friend-girl friend relationship,” he began thoughtfully. “I owe too much to those guys in that locker room to do anything other than give them my 100% dedication. That means long nights in the film room besides regular practice time.

“And I have to much respect for you to expect you to have to put up with that. Besides, you have your dreams to go professional and run in the Olympics and I can’t expect you to compromise your goals.”

Holy shit! A chill went down my spine as he said those words. It’s as if he’d overheard my conversation the previous day with Mena.

“But I really like you and enjoy being with you,” he started again. “I don’t think I could ask for a better partner for this project. So, what I see, or I hope, when the class is over is that you are someone who I can call a lifelong friend. I’m hopeful that you’re someone that no matter how much time passes between the last time we see or talk to each other, that it’s like we’d never left each other.”

I looked over at him in disbelief. Tears started to form in my eyes. I buried my face in his chest again, then said, “Me too.”

Over the next three weeks or so Harrison and I spent a lot of time together. If we weren’t in class or working on the pod-cast, we were working out at the gym, running, or just hanging out. Of course there was plenty of sex.

Each time we got together in the bedroom we learned something new about our own sexuality as well as each other’s. While neither of us were virgins when we met, we were still relatively new to sex. I’d just turned 19 the previous month and it would still be three more months before he could drink legally.

He discovered I liked anal the time he found my vibrating butt plug in my night stand drawer while searching for condoms. I learned he didn’t mind a finger in his ass massaging his prostate as long as my mouth was wrapped around his cock.

We would learn I could cum just from having my tits played with and that I sometimes squirted when he spanked me. We experimented with BDSM when a few times he bound my arms and legs to the bed frame, then tormented me with a leather paddle and a flogger before he’d fuck my brains out.

It was the evening after our last day of the Intro to Social Media Class. We’d just finished another fun round of “love making” and were just catching our breath. We were also basking in the glow of the knowledge that we’d gotten an A+ on our project. The podcast had actually gotten 3,000-views in the first day we’d posted it.

By the way, a couple years later we would start our podcast venture again. Till this day we still put out an episode per month.

However, we were also a little melancholy knowing that our ability to spend a lot of time together was soon coming to an end. Harrison had about a week before training camp would officially open.

Then, out of the blue, Harrison surprised me with an interesting question.

“Hey Freaky?” We’d both become more comfortable with that nick name, as long as it was in the bed room. “What’s a sexual fantasy you have that you want to do one day?”

I got a twinge between my legs. It didn’t take me long to decide. As much as I loved the one on one sex Harrison and I had been having, I enjoyed multiple partners. Being the center of attention in the all girl orgy with La La and the other girls was fantastic. But, I wanted to experience, at least once, what it would feel like to have several real flesh and blood man cocks inside me at the same time.

At first I was afraid to tell Harrison for fear of what he’d think of me. Then I figured, “After the summer we’d had, if I couldn’t tell him, who could I tell?” I mean I’d already told him about the threesome’s and the girl orgy I’d been in.

“Honestly, I’d like to do a gang bang,” I said nervously as I looked at him.

Harrison glanced at me mischievously then said, “Oh yeah, how many guys?”

“Oh no more than five I think,” not realizing exactly what I’d said.

“Oh yeah?” he said perking up a bit. “I think I know five guys that would be interested in that.”

I bolted up in bed. “Are you serious?!”

“Do you trust me?” he asked.

I’d been asked that question by La La a couple times in the past few months.

“Uh huh!” I answered after a brief pause, still not believing what was happening.

“Then, just leave everything to me,” he said confidently.

I couldn’t control myself I was so a flutter and I attacked him. We made love again late into the night.

xxxxx

I was so anxious that week, that I could hardly control myself. Harrison purposely limited our time together and wouldn’t have sex with me. What made it worse was he prohibited me from masturbating more than once a day. And he told me I couldn’t tell anybody about the gang bang, not even Mena. By the time Friday came I was a mess.

The day before the gang bang I found a bag with a note on it on my doorstep. Inside the bag was a douche and an enema. The note instructed me to eat normally that night, then have a light meal the following day. He said to use the douche and enema to clean myself out a couple hours before he picked me up.

I knew what the enema was for. I got a twinge in my ass knowing it was going to be getting a workout.

That Friday morning I received a message from Harrison telling me to be ready by

6 p.m., dressed in a short skirt and tee-shirt, no underwear. I was soaking wet by the time I’d finished reading the text. I could hardly make it through my workout that day.

At 6 p.m. on the dot Harrison picked me up and took me to his apartment. He asked me if I was sure I was ready for this. I assured him I was. Other than that, we didn’t talk much. I squirmed in the passenger seat.

Before we got out of the car he told me to give him my phone. He then placed his and my phones into a case that he showed me had five others already in it. He locked the case, got out of the car and locked it in the trunk of his vehicle.

“None of us can really afford to have any pictures of tonight getting on the internet, if you know what I mean?” Harrison said matter of factly.

As we stood outside the door to his place he looked at me and said, “If at any point you need a rest or it’s getting too much, say ‘red’, or shake your head and go ‘uh, uh, uh’,” he said.

I had to laugh inside. I’d watched a few “bound gang bang” videos in the course of my sex life to know those were the safe words on a porn set. Harrison had obviously watched some of those videos as well. Either that or participated in a gang bang.

I looked him seriously in the eyes, then gave him a passionate tongue kiss.

“What’s that for?” Harrison asked.

“Thank you for everything!” I responded.

“You still trust me?” Harrison asked.

“Yes!” I replied.

The next thing I knew, he spun me around and placed a blind fold over my eyes.

“Holy fuck, here we go!” I thought to myself.

And with that, he opened the door and led me in. Unable to see, my other senses were on high alert. The air smelled heavy. I was immediately met with a chorus of raucous comments from the men gathered in the living room.

“Freaky’s in the houuuuuse! I’m pretty sure that was Ton’s voice.

“I can see those nipples sticking out from here,” I think I heard Bobby P. say.

“Looking good baby,” I heard Fetu’s unmistakable voice chime in.

“Damn girrrl, you looking fine,” I was almost certain that was Wide.

“Been waiting all day to tap that ass,” I definitely heard Ty’reke say.

The volume of their voices got louder as Harrison led me nearer to the horny men. Then I could smell them. The heady mixture of their natural masculine musk, mixed with a variety of cologne fragrances wafted past my nostrils and added to my excitement.

“She’s all yours fellas,” Harrison said, as he pirouetted me around once then let go of my arm. Between being blind folded and spun around, I was disoriented.

I actually felt the heat radiating from their bodies before anything else. Then suddenly I sensed a pair of lips on mine at the same time one hand grabbed an ass cheek and another grabbed a tit.

“Ugghh!” I grunted as another guy pulled my tuft of blond pussy hair. I moaned as the men began slobbering and groping me. No sooner would one set of lips leave my mouth, another would be thrust deep inside. No area was off limits as I felt their large digits probing my damp pussy slit and ass crack under my skirt.

“Fuck she drenched already!” one of them hissed.

This was not going to be gentle. This was a pack of horny wolves.

“Get her skirt off!” one of them commanded.

Next thing I knew a pair of hands was unzipping my mini and pulling it down to my ankles.

“I got her shirt,” I heard another voice say, then suddenly a set of hands grabbed the bottom of my tee, pulled it over my head and off my arms, leaving me stark naked.

I then felt each of my arms grabbed by a pair of hands and I was lowered to my knees onto the living room carpet. One person kept hold of my hands behind me while I could feel the others surround me.

“Time to taste some dick, Freak,” I heard, then suddenly felt the tip of a large cock breach my lips and slide on my tongue. The man behind me continued to restrain my arms with one of his hands while he used the other to guide my head down the cock in my mouth. I heard grunts of approval from the man while I gagged on his dick.

Three or four thrusts later the first man left my mouth, my head was turned slightly to one side and replaced by another cock. Once again I heard grunts of pleasure. Drool was starting to spill overflow my lips.

Over the next five minutes or so I blindly serviced each of the dicks, and reveled in the taste and feel of the distinct male members. Suddenly I felt a hand grab and remove the mask that was blocking my vision.

It took a moment for me to adjust to the softly lit room and to orient myself to the scene in front of me. I could see all of the burly men around me now. A couple were totally nude, one had his shorts down around his knees, two were bottomless but still had shirts on. They towered over me like skyscrapers in an intimidating urban setting.

Ton firmly grabbed the sides of my head and tilted it so I was looking directly into his eyes.

“I want you to stare at me with those pretty blues while I fuck your slutty mouth, you got that little girl?” the center said. “And while you’re doing that I want you jacking off my buddies.”

I acknowledged his command by abruptly dislodging my head from his grip then I spit a gob of saliva on each of the cocks on either side of Ton, I think it was Ty’ and Wide, and began stroking them. Then I swallowed Ton’s cock whole while looking into his eyes.

“Holy Fuck girrrl!” he bellowed in surprise. “Damn North, this woman of yours is something special.”

I had to smile to myself at his comment. I heard the rest of the fellas voice their agreement.

No sooner would one dick leave my mouth than another would take its place. My hands were never empty. The men took turns grabbing my pony tale or the back of my head and push my face into the hairy crotch of one of their buddies. Saliva spilled from my mouth and dripped down my tits to form a puddle in my lap as I attacked their dicks with a vengeance.

None of the cocks I took that day were as big as J.T.’s, (Read: Kimmy’s Adventures-The Locker Room) but Ty’s circumcised black cock was pretty close. Ton’s ebony dick and Wide’s caucasian cock were also cut while Bobby P.’s white dick and Fetu’s Polynesian prick were the first uncircumcised ones I’d ever seen in person. Their foreskin clad cocks were definitely a different feeling as they slid inside my mouth or hand.

“Warm up time’s over fella’s,” I heard Harrison say a few minutes later.

Suddenly Bobby pulled his cock from my mouth then Ty’ and Ton picked me up by my arms and led me to Harrison’s bedroom. The room was lit by one floor lamp that cast a shadow over the bed which had been moved to the center of the room.

I was placed on the bed on my back with my head over one side. The five men took places around me. Ton was between my legs and Wide had his cock poised at the entrance to my face. Harrison, still fully clothed, sat in his desk chair. He was looking at his watch.

“Okay fella’s, the game is called ‘Round Robin’,” he began explaining. “Each guy gets five minutes in her pussy and mouth. When the alarm goes off you rotate clock wise. If you blow your load you’re out. It’s up to the guy fucking her pussy to decide what position she’s in. Oh, and remember you have to wear a condom in her cunt. Ass is off limits for this contest.”

Leave it to Fucking Harrison to make a game out of it. I have to admit though, that his vulgar talk was exciting me.

The guys all readily agreed to the rules and were chomping at the bit to get at me. The game began. For more than four minutes the two men ravaged my holes. While they were doing that I actually felt Ty’ rubbing his cock against the bottom of my right foot while he held my leg. Fetu was holding my left leg. Bobby P. was between Wide and Fetu with easy access to my tits.

And that brings me back to where I began this story.

Just as I was recovering from Bobby mercilessly mauling my mammaries, the alarm on Harrison’s watch rang signifying everyone to move one place to the left. That meant Ty’ had my pussy next and he decided he wanted to do me doggy.

Once I was on my hands and knees with Ty’ doin’ me from behind and Fetu in my mouth, I experienced my first spit roast. With Ty grabbing my waist and Fetu holding my head, it took them about a minute to establish a rhythm where one was sawing into me as the other was exiting me.

The other three men were taking turns playing with my tits, thankfully more gently, while Ty and Fetu relentlessly pummeled me pussy and mouth. A stream of drool was collecting on the bed sheets.

Just as my arms were about to give out, the timer rang and I collapsed to the mattress. I barely had a minute to catch my breath before the next pair took over. Bobby P. put me on my side and impaled me while he was straddling my bottom leg and holding the other up. I actually liked the feel of him at that angle as he hit deep inside me. It left my head in a position that allowed Ton to stick his cock down my throat.

After a minute or so of gagging me in that position Ton pulled his shaft out, grabbed his sack near the base of his cock and shoved his swollen ball bag into my mouth.

Initially I was surprised as I choked on his nuts, my eyes bugging out. Then I shocked Ton. Before he knew what hit him I started swabbing his balls with my tongue while I reached up with my free hand and began stroking his shaft.”

“Fuck Freaky, I like that,” Ton crooned. “You keep that up and I’m gonna cum.”

And so I did for the next couple minutes. I felt him start to thrust his hips in rhythm to my strokes showing he was getting closer.

“Ahhhgg! This white bitch is making me cum!”

And with that, I felt his body tremble over me and felt drops of his semen land on my face.

“Yeah, she’s good at that,” Harrison said matter of factly.

The rest of the group broke into hysterics.

About a minute later the timer went off and Bobby P. withdrew from my twat.

When it was Wide’s turn at my pussy, he put me on my back again but positioned my head so it was at the corner of the mattress. As he got between my legs and began slowly filling my fucked out pussy, he was careful not to press too much of his weight on me. Ty’ took up a position so he could throat pipe me.

Ty’ entered me slowly, but steadily pushed the tip of his cock past my gag reflex. I then felt him place his hand on the outside of my distended throat.

“You feel that Freaky?” Ty asked wickedly.

All I could do was blink my eyes as I desperately gathered all the oxygen I could through my nose. I couldn’t say “Red” or shake my head side to side if I’d wanted to.

“That’s my cock all the way down your throat.”

Just when I wasn’t sure if I could take another second, he pulled out allowing me to gasp for air. At the same time I was filling my lungs I felt my body tremble uncontrollably.

“You alright Freaky?” Ty asked, afraid he’d gone too far. Wide had stopped fucking me out of concern.

“Kimmy are you okay?” Harrison yelled with worry as he ran to the side of the bed.

“Oh my god Harrison did you see that?” I asked in disbelief once I finally could breath. “I just came really hard. That was fucking awesome!”

The combination of the cock in my throat causing me to choke and the dick in my pussy gave me a fucking unbelievable orgasm.

“Hey Ty’!” I continued. “Did either of those bitches, La La or Princess, ever take you that deep?”

A sudden burst of laughter broke the pall of concern that had been hovering over the room.

“I’m thinking he fucking asphyxiated you and you’re worried if you took his dick deeper than La La and Princess?” Harrison asked incredulously. He covered his face in his hands in disbelief while the other five guys continued laughing.

Once Wide was sure I was okay he began fucking my cunt again. Ty’ went easy on my mouth for another minute or two. When he eased himself out of my throat I grabbed his glutes and pushed him forward and began licking his butt hole. I figured he deserved it after the orgasm he’d just given me. Yeah, I know. I’m twisted.

“North, your bitch is eating my ass!” Ty exclaimed. More laughter bounced off the bedroom walls.

Within a couple minutes, Wide sunk his shaft deep in my cunt and filled his condom causing my pussy to spasm. A minute later Ty dumped his load in my gullet. I swallowed it all to the disbelief of the men.

Fetu and Bobby P. were the only two that hadn’t popped yet. Fetu had me get back in doggy in the middle of the bed. While Fetu grasped my waist and fucked my pussy good, my tongue licked from the tip of Bobby’s cock down his shaft, stopped to give him a good ball washing, then worked back up his veiny cock some more. I paid special attention to the sensitive spot on the underside of his dick right below the head. He loved the way my tongue swirled all over it.

After a couple minutes of doing that to Bobby, he was crying that he couldn’t hold out any longer. Next thing I knew I was swallowing rope after rope of his thick cum. I could almost feel it being deposited into my stomach.

Fetu wasn’t done however. I was still smackin’ my lips when he pulled out of me, got up and got me a towel. He allowed me a moment to gather myself before he had me get in missionary position. Then he carefully positioned his arms so that most of his weight wasn’t directly on me. The tip of his cock rested against the entrance to my pussy for a moment before he began gently thrusting in and out of me.

I’ll always remember the kindness Fetu showed to me that first time in the gym when he saw I was embarrassed. He calmed me down when he said, “You’re safe with us.” Because of that, I felt a strong connection to him while he was fucking me. Still maintaining a plank position over me, he looked deeply into my eyes and filled my body with his manhood.

His kind, caring look put me over the edge. I grabbed his shoulders and dug my fingers into his flesh as I felt my pussy tremble around his cock. My orgasm washed over my body like a warm wave. A moment later I felt the heat from his massive cum load fill his condom as his orgasm overcame him. Before he pulled out he gave me a sweet little kiss on the forehead.

Harrison got me some water and I used the bathroom to freshen up. After that it pretty much became a free for all. Whoever was hard took a turn fucking me. No holes barred.

At one point I was riding Ton when I felt someone pour lube in my butt crack. Bobby P. primed my ass with his large fingers for a couple minutes before he carefully slid his cock inside my backdoor.

“Oh my god, this is the first time I’ve been DP’d by two real cocks,” I shouted.

I was greeted with a variety of congratulatory comments.

I had a feeling this wasn’t the first time Ton and Bobby P had done this together because they worked seamlessly to quickly establish a rhythm.

“Holy shit it’s unbelievable the way they’re touching inside of me!” I exclaimed

I felt my orgasm building almost immediately with both of them filling my holes. That orgasm started in the arches of my feet and rapidly traveled up my legs before exploding in my pussy and ass simultaneously. The reverberation then coursed through the rest of my body and I swear I came so hard it felt like my head popped off. Just as I was starting to come down from my climax I felt Ton and Bobby dump their loads in their rubbers, causing me to have another spasm.

I got double penetrated and triple penetrated a couple more times that night. At one point I was in reverse cow girl with a dick in my ass while the others took turns in my pussy and mouth. I was so exhausted at that point I don’t even remember exactly who went where.

The last thing I do recall was after each guy came in his rubber for the last time, I told them to save it and give it to me. At first they didn’t understand why. Then they saw me drink the contents of their latex sheaths.

“And that’s why they call me freak!” I boasted proudly, cum still coating my lips and tongue.

I was met with shaking heads, shocked faces, and more laughter.

“That’s my girl!” Harrison cheered proudly.

xxxxxx

Now I can imagine that many people reading this are thinking that Harrison is nothing more than a cuck. I don’t see it that way. A cuck is defined as a weak man. That’s not Harrison at all. If anything, the way he was willing to help me live out my fantasy and share me with other men, showed strength and security in his own masculinity. We both felt the gang bang developed a greater trust that brought us closer together.

His physical and mental strength in other areas would be tested severely over the next several months.

Training camp started for him in mid July and formal practices started for me a couple weeks later. By the time classes began we were happy to spend a couple hours a week together.

Harrison had earned the starting quarterback position and the team got off to a good start by winning its first game, which happened to be on the road.

The following Saturday, I didn’t have a cross-country meet and was excited to be in the student section of the packed stadium for the home opener. Unfortunately, the enthusiasm lasted about one series of downs.

On a third and long, Harrison dropped back to pass when he was blind sided at the same time another tackler was hitting him in the legs. His right knee bent in a way a knee is not supposed to bend.

From my vantage point in the end zone of the eerily quiet stadium, I shook as I watched Harrison writhe in pain on the field. Fetu waved frantically for the medical staff. The rest of the team took a knee. Ton had taken his helmet off and it looked like he was sobbing.

Within minutes they brought out a cart and carefully loaded Harrison onto it. Before he left the field, the nearly 80,000 fans and I saw Harrison call the team over and say a few emotional words to them. Bobby P. would tell me after the game that Harrison, always the leader, said he’d be “pissed off” at them if they let his injury cause them to lose the game. He urged them not to give up. He added that he loved them, and for them to trust each other.

With that the cart exited the field, while Harrison repeatedly thrusted his fist in the air to hype up the fans. The crowd cheered. I cried.

I cried because I knew his dreams of being a college and professional football player had suddenly been put in jeopardy. I cried because I had this sinking feeling it would negatively impact our relationship.

An MRI showed torn ACL and MCL ligaments that would require immediate surgery and months of rehab.

The good news for the football team was they barely missed a beat when its true freshman backup QB, Malcom Alexander led them to a two loss season and a bowl game that it won.

However, for Harrison it meant the hand writing was on the wall. He knew his chance of being the starter ever again at State College was over. He and I both knew he’d have to transfer to have a shot at achieving his dream.

He would eventually reach his dream of becoming a pro, but the road was long, hard, and full of ups and downs. His positive attitude and relentless work ethic was the ultimate reason for his eventual success.

Harrison was my biggest fan and supporter that semester. He wouldn’t allow what happened to him negatively impact me. I was able to channel my emotions into my workouts and races and I had a good fall season. I finished second in the College National Cross-Country championship that year.

Despite that happy success, our last day together before he moved back home at the end of the fall semester was filled with sorrow and tears.

While I was home for a brief time over Christmas break, my Mom could see I was moping about the reality that Harrison wouldn’t be on campus when I returned to State College for the Spring semester. I had told her about my relationship with him, minus some of the more intimate details, and she knew about our quandary regarding a committed long term relationship. She understood his injury and subsequent transfer now added a spacial distance that would be even more difficult to navigate.

During one heartfelt talk, she shared an idea that would help perpetuate a friendship between Harrison and me. She spoke of a movie that she’d seen in syndication on TV one night in the early 1980’s when she was a young teenager, titled “Same Time Next Year.” It had been adapted from a Broadway Play. The plot was about a man and a woman who were married to other people who had a one night stand with each other. They made a pact to meet every year on the anniversary of their tryst. Other than that one weekend annually, they had no contact with each other. The movie chronicles the change in their lives and relationship over the course of several decades.

I had a whole new perspective of my mother after she told me about that movie.

By the way, I found the flick on line and watched it. Kind of felt like it was ahead of its time. There were funny moments, but by the end I was crying.

Obviously that movie scenario is not an apples to apples comparison to Harrison and my relationship or the times we currently live in. Telecommunication technology and modes of transportation are such today that staying in contact and seeing people is much easier. However, my Mom thought that if we made a point of celebrating the June weekend when we first “got together”, no matter whatever else was going on in our lives at the time, that we could metaphorically keep the flame lit in our special relationship. I loved the idea.

Harrison loved it too. So the following June, and every June since, we’ve spent the second weekend of the month together at State College. We even reenact the “popcorn” incident at the movie theater.

Thanks Mom.