You Gotta Be a Football Hero
Copyright© 2026 by TheDarkKnight
Chapter 2: The Party
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 2: The Party - In high school, I was a good soccer player, but I felt jealous of the guys on the football team. They got all the attention, playing before hundreds of adoring fans, and I won’t even mention the cheerleaders. When my soccer team played, we might be lucky to have 50-60 parents and friends watching us, and there was never a cheerleader in sight. So, when an opportunity arose for me to use my soccer skills to fill a need for a placekicker on the football team, I took a chance on it.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Teenagers Consensual Drunk/Drugged Heterosexual Fiction School Sports First Oral Sex Big Breasts Small Breasts
The party didn’t start until eight, so I had all day Saturday to think about it and try to contain my excitement. Kimmie had given me the location: an apartment complex on the other side of town, a long way from where most of the kids in our school lived. Kimmie explained that the party would be at her sister’s apartment. “Donna graduated a couple of years ago, and she has her own place. No problems with parents that way. She lets us party there as long as she’s included. She might be surprised when you show up. Donna’s used to older, bigger guys, but you’re cute enough to make up for that.” I didn’t get called “cute’ very often, so I just tucked that away in my surprise compliment jar.
I hate being late for anything, and I couldn’t wait any longer, so I got to Brentwood Elms twenty minutes early. I drove around the parking lot for a while, then pulled into one of the visitor spaces. I got out of my car and started scanning for 209B, but before I found it, I heard someone calling my name.
“Hey, Matt, up here.”
I looked up and saw Kimmie and a girl I didn’t know on the second floor looking down at me. I waved and headed for the stairs at the end of the building. When I got up to where Kimmie was waiting, she greeted me like a long-lost brother. “Matt,” she exclaimed, “so glad you could make it. Some of the girls thought you might chicken out.” She followed that with a hug and a quick kiss on my cheek.
The other girl, whom I now could see wasn’t a teenager, was watching us with a grin on her face. She held out her hand and introduced herself. “I’m Donna, and you must be the superhero kicker. Come on in.”
Donna looked to be in her early twenties. She was a bit heavier than Kimmie, but I could see the similarity, and whatever extra weight she might have had was nicely distributed. I followed Kimmie and her sister into the apartment. I was expecting more people, but I only saw two other girls sitting in Donna’s living room, Shay, and another girl. It was Vera, which surprised me, since she was only fourteen and certainly not a senior. I guess Shay must have seen how surprised I was to see Vera there, because she said, “Vera is a special guest tonight, like you are, Matt. We invited her because, well, you tell him, Vera.”
Vera looked at me and blushed a little. “I’m hoping to be on varsity next year, but there’s some things I have to do first.”
“That’s enough,” Kimmie said, “don’t spoil the surprise.”
Kimmie led me to a breakfast bar where there were snacks and a few bottles of liquor. “Help yourself,” she told me, “just don’t go overboard. We had one guy who puked all over Donna’s carpet. We almost got banned for that.”
I put some chips and dip on a paper plate, then I hesitated. I didn’t have much experience with hard liquor, and I wasn’t sure what to go for, if anything. While I was standing there, Donna came by and said, “There’s soft drinks in the fridge, and some beer.” That made it easier. I was more familiar with the taste and effects of beer. I got a can of Bud out of Donna’s fridge and popped the top.
I turned and looked for a place to sit. Shay and Vera moved a little, making space for me to join them on the sofa. I was talking with Vera when the door opened, and another cheerleader came in. It was Beckie Burnham, the biggest and loudest member of the squad. When I say biggest, I don’t mean oversized or obese - that wouldn’t have been acceptable to the cheerleader cult. Beckie must have been close to six feet tall, with shoulders and thighs to match. Her main function on the team was to be one of the girls in the bottom row when they formed a pyramid. Her hair was a wild nest of brown curls that she always wore unbound - no ponytail for the Amazon. She made a beeline right toward me. She tousled my hair, making me feel like a six-year-old, and said, in her usually loud voice, “There’s our hero. Are you ready to celebrate?”
“Yeah, Beckie,” I said, still slightly amazed that she even knew who I was.
The party went on for another hour or so, with lots of conversations among the girls in groups of two or three. I began to feel left out, like being in the eye of a hurricane. It was a feeling I was familiar with. I wasn’t much of a party animal in those days. I had a second and third beer and found a good place for a wallflower to hang out, a porch outside the back door. I slid the door open and stepped onto the dark deck. So far, my “special” night was kind of a bust. I tried to bolster my sagging expectations by reminding myself that cheerleaders still surrounded me, and the night wasn’t over. Just as I was getting into kind of a funk, the patio door slid open, and Beckie came out. “You hiding?” she asked.
“Sorta,” I told her. “I feel weird being the only guy here, and I really don’t know any of you very well.”
“Yeah, sometimes the guys Shay and Kimmie pick are the confident guys who kind of take over the party. I guess kickers are a different breed. Don’t worry about it. Pretty soon they’ll settle down and remember why you’re here.”
Beckie reached into her purse and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. With the touch of an experienced smoker, she tapped the package, and one slim white cylinder stuck out. She held it out to me.
“No thanks,” I said, “I don’t...”
“ ... smoke. I get it,” she said with a laugh. “You’re a serious athlete. By the way, I’ve seen you play soccer. You’re good.”
“Uh, thanks,” I mumbled. I was trying to remember if I had ever seen her at any of our games.
Sensing my confusion, she said, “Last year I was dating Rich Riley for a few months, and I came to see him play a few times.” Rich was one of the defenders on our team. I could definitely imagine him and Beckie together.
The door opened again, and I saw Kimmie there, grinning. “There you are.”
“Uh, yeah,” was all I could come up with as a reply.
“Well, come with me then,” she said, as she took hold of my wrist and led me back into the apartment. I followed her down the hall to a bedroom. From the way it was furnished, I figured it wasn’t Donna’s bedroom, but a guest room. There wasn’t much in it other than a bed, a dresser, and an end table. The rest of the girls were already there, circled around the bed. I couldn’t help wondering if I was about to be sacrificed. Boy, was I wrong.
“Have a seat, Matt,” Shay said when she saw me. I didn’t see any chairs, so I sat on the bed. She handed me a piece of paper. “This is a certificate good for one date with any of the girls here tonight,” she explained.
“Not me,” Donna said, “I’m a little too old to be dating high school boys.”
“I said girls,” Shay said, giggling. “Anyway, let me finish. The certificate, as I said, is good for one date. All you have to do is ask whoever you want and agree on a day. That girl will be more than happy to go on a date with you, and promises to make it a memorable evening for you. Do I need to spell out what that means?”
“Got it,” I said.
“He’s a man of few words,” Kimmie said.
“He’s in shock,” Donna said.
Shay took the ‘certificate’ back and put it on the bedside table. “You can get that when you leave. Now, we need to ask you to do something you might not like, or maybe you will. We can never be sure.”
“Stop babbling, Shay,” Beckie said, “just get on with it.”
Shay sighed and went on. “Okay, Matt, we’re going to play a couple of games, and you are the most important part of it. But I’m afraid I have to ask you to take your clothes off.”
If it had just been Shay or any of the other girls asking me that when we were alone, I would have had no problem obeying, but with all five of them staring at me like I was a lab specimen, I was reluctant. That’s when Donna took charge. “Shit, Shay, you dumbass, you’re giving cheerleaders a bad name. You left out the most important part. Matt, don’t worry, sweetheart. You’re not alone. Shay, Kimmie, and Beckie are in the game too, and they all have to get naked. All right, girls, let’s get going.”
I was still reluctant and hesitated before I started disrobing, while three of the hottest girls in my school were stripping like their clothes were on fire. By the time I stood up and slid my boxers off, the view around me was already giving me a good boner. My eyes were moving from girl to girl, body to body, like a wolf in a flock of sheep.
In different circumstances, being nude in front of girls I barely knew might have been embarrassing, but because I was surrounded by their nudity, I felt strangely at ease. My cock was already erect when I slid my underwear down. The biggest worry I had was how my manhood would compare with others the girls must have seen. I knew they were all sexually active, so I was concerned about how I would, excuse the pun, measure up. Somewhat surprisingly, it was Donna who calmed my fears.
“That’s a nice dick, Matt. I guess soccer players are real men after all.” She reached out and ran her fingers over my shaft. “Nice and hard too. This should be fun. Sit down, and let me explain the game.”
“Uh, before you start, I really need to take a leak. You know, three beers...”
Donna laughed and said, “Well, we can’t have an accident right in the middle of playing, so go. It’s just down the hall on the right.”
I got up and headed out of the bedroom. It felt weird to be walking naked past all the girls, but they didn’t seem to be paying much attention, except for Vera. I had almost forgotten she was there, but she had been there the whole time, quietly observing, looking a bit frightened, like she wasn’t sure what she had gotten herself into. I felt more embarrassed by having her see me naked than the other girls. I still thought of her as the girl next door, whom I had known since we were kids. What made it worse was when I saw her staring at my dick like she had never seen one before.
I just barely made it to the bathroom in time, and as any guy can tell you, taking a leak with an erection is not always easy, even with three cans of beer providing pressure. I had a little trouble controlling the direction of my stream, but finally got the job done. By the time I finished, I felt a lot better, but my cock was now deflated. I wasn’t sure how the girls would react to seeing me that way, but again, they didn’t seem to notice when I walked past them and sat back on the bed. They were arguing about rotation or something, and I had no idea what was going on.
They weren’t paying much attention to me now, which gave me a chance to take a slower, more clinical look at the naked cheerleaders around me. Shay was standing right in front of me. She had small, conically shaped breasts, topped with light brown nipples. I quickly turned to my left, where Kimmie was standing. Her boobs were more circular and flatter, with tiny pink nips. I resisted the urge to reach out and caress them, even though I don’t think she would have minded. Beckie was to my right, and her large, firm globes were topped with large areolae and erect brown nipples that looked like the erasers on the #2 pencils I always use.
All three girls had surprisingly small pubic patches, and I wondered if they sometimes shaved themselves. The almost bare forests under their bellies allowed me to see Shay’s narrow slit, barely visible between her thighs, while Kimmie’s looked like I could easily slip a finger into her without getting up. I couldn’t see much of Beckie’s private parts; her large thighs kept that part of her body hidden.
If that sounds like I was gawking at them like some demented teenager, well, it wasn’t quite that bad. The inspection I described only took a few seconds, but that was enough to restore my dick to a fully erect state.
That’s when Donna stepped in again. “Okay, ladies, it’s time for our special guest to give us his opinion on who didn’t wear it best. In other words, Matt, which one of our three contestants do you think has the best body?”
“No, no,” I protested. “I’m not gonna do that. No matter who I pick, I’ll have one person happy, and two not so much. I don’t like those odds.”
“Don’t worry, Matt. We do this every time we honor a special player. It’s just kind of a goof.”
I still wasn’t too happy about it, then it got worse. “Hey,” I heard Vera’s voice, “can I play? I’ve got a body too.”
The other girls looked at each other, unsure what to do. Then Kimmie said, “Well, well, well, our little girl thinks she’s all grown up. Well, okay then, Vera, if you want to be on varsity next year, I guess we can let you show us what you’ve got.”