Football Player Fucked by Three Anonymous Guys After a Game
Copyright© 2025 by Golden Ghost Pen
Chapter 1
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 1 - A high school football player in Texas lines up three guys, one after the other, anonymously and blindfolded, for some fun after his Friday night game.
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Ma Consensual Gay Sports BDSM DomSub Humiliation Rough Spanking Gang Bang Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Oral Sex
I lined up the running back in my eyes from behind the line of scrimmage, looking to shoot the gap between the guard and the outside tackle. A half second before the ball was snapped, I timed the soft count perfectly, bull rushing through the middle at the precise moment, bursting through the offensive line while staying onside. As the quarterback moved to hand the ball off, I blew up their awkward exchange, catching them both off guard. I felt the rush of trauma to my body as I made hard contact, contracting every muscle in my body for maximum impact and chaos on the play.
My hit popped the ball loose as I crushed the running back, causing it to roll backwards onto the field. Before my teammates could reach the backfield and before the offensive linemen could get back to gather the ball, I was already on my feet again, scooping it and taking off for the end zone.
I crossed the end zone plane and raised my hands in the air after my forced fumble and defensive touchdown. My teammates swarmed and lifted me onto their shoulders to carry me to the sideline.
My score was just one of many on this Friday night in October down in the suburbs of Austin, Texas as my team cruised to a 49-7 victory, moving us to 6-0 on the season.
I was a middle linebacker, the captain and brains of the defense, and I thrived on being a playmaker who flew around the field blowing up plays left and right. That same daring mentality on the field extended off of it to my sex life. One that I tried to make equally as reckless and wild. My teammates often interpreted my vague stories about conquering others in the bedroom as proof that I was a fuck boy with girls. What they didn’t know was that I was gay, closeted to my family and teammates, but hungry for any guy I could sink my teeth into. I was proud of it and had no problem bragging about putting my dick in so many others, just leaving who they were vague enough in my retelling. It was funny how a reputation could build on itself without me ever even naming names.
I needed an adrenaline kick, something crazy, to get my competitive juices flowing. Our team was too good, much better than every other group on our schedule, so lately football wasn’t scratching that same itch.
Tonight though I’d filled that rush by lining up three guys, all strangers, through apps after the game to fill me up under the bleachers.
I’d even told them I was ‘playing tonight’ without revealing my name, team, or any personal identifier. Knowing they were somewhere around the field, watching my teammates and I play, and likely lusting after my ripped senior body surged blood through my veins. I intentionally didn’t wear a shirt under my shoulder and chest pads to show off my abs and V line to everyone around the field. I knew they probably drooled looking at me and praying that there was some small chance I might be their mystery bottom.
I’d done this once before at an away game but had only gotten one “bite” on the apps. Who the person was that had fucked me that night, I’ll never know. Tonight, I lined them up in thirty minute intervals, telling them to meet me under the bleachers. All they knew about me was that I was on one of the teams and that I’d be blindfolded and waiting under the bleachers for them to use me, to reward me for what I knew would be an easy win like it always was.
An hour after the game ended, after my teammates and their friends and families had cleared out, I used the key I’d stolen to the area under the bleachers, leaving it propped open, and took a spot in a far corner in the dark. The only light was from a few overheads on the field that barely peeked through the space in between each bleacher row down below to where I was.
I took my shirt off, leaving my red football pants and pads on and wrapped a dark black blindfold around my eyes, brushing my sweaty, dirty blonde hair off of my forehead. I knew the first view they’d have would be my tan torso, smooth and huge toned abs, and two killer lower back dimples from behind that led down to a freshly shaved muscular eighteen year old tight ass. One they probably thought was inexperienced but that had actually already had dozens of dicks pump it full of seed.
I heard the first guy come in right on time, the sound of shuffling feet making their way towards me. I’d only gotten a view of his hairy torso through the app. His body looked of average build, nothing special but fine for me since I didn’t plan to see him anyway. His profile said he was 33 but who knew if that was true.
Without a single word between us, I heard him come up behind me and gently rub my back, causing me to jump. He slowly massaged downward until his hand slipped just barely inside of my pants, right in between my sweaty, post-game crack that I’d yet to shower. I always kept myself nice and ripe in these situations for these guys, wanting to smell the aroma and feel the exhausted muscles when they fucked me.
His fingers rubbed in between my crack for a minute before he took the waistband of my red football pants and pulled them down enough to expose my bare ass. He didn’t even bother to pull my pants or pads down all the way, just barely below my butt cheeks, only enough to get to my tight hole for his pleasure. I loved that he was here for one thing only and wasn’t wasting time.
I bit my lip as he pressed his finger inside my hole, rubbing some of my sweat around and pushing inward. I could feel him dig inside of me, rough and impatient. I squirmed as he quickly slipped a second finger in and pushed as far as he could.
After I felt his fingers removed, I could hear the sound of him dramatically inhaling the scent on his fingers. Thinking about how ripe they must smell after my three hour game almost made me bust on the spot. I heard him spit and seconds later felt his cock already pressing up against my entrance.
He was clearly fully hard but I had no idea how big he was, not that it mattered really. I would take it no matter what. Big, small, young, old, it didn’t matter to me, I just wanted dick.
He pushed in a little at first, feeling my tight ring clench around his head. I had to relax myself, used to this feeling at this point but always having to adjust, especially with just spit and sweat as lube. Once he felt me loosen enough to get the head fully in, he roughly pushed, ramming the rest of his cock inside of me with one hard thrust, not giving me any time to adjust. I yelled a loud, high pitched, scream at the immediate pain as his full cock buried inside of me, briefly thrown off from my calm.
I tried to catch my voice since the last thing I needed was anyone lingering in the stands hearing me get plowed by whoever this man was. For all I knew, he was a parent of one of my teammates, a sibling of theirs, maybe a coach from one of the teams ... I’d never know.
He didn’t wait for me to get used to his girth before he started pounding into me at an aggressive pace. The sound of his skin slapping against my sweaty ass cheeks echoed under the bleachers. I felt his hips smacking roughly into the back of my freshly shaved thighs. He was using purely my sweat to keep his cock lubed, not that I was complaining. The feeling of him spearing into my tight hole without any real lube felt incredibly intense, especially with how rough he was being.
Each time his hips smacked into my ass, I felt his heavy balls swing forward and tap against mine. They felt full to the brim just like mine were. I hadn’t jerked off all week leading up to this. Even so, I didn’t care if I got off. I didn’t do this for my pleasure but for the thrill of knowing I was the hottest guy these men would ever get to fuck.