Football Chronivac Part 09

Nick followed his team up into the stadium. He’d made a few last minute adjustments to the team to make sure they were really ready to win. Each one had gained at least a good 10 to 15 percent of their weight in pure muscle and grown just a bit taller. But at the same time, they’d given up their more ‘straight’ mentality. Not that any of them would mind.

Some had even started to pair off as they slapped each other’s asses. It was far more sexually charged than it had been even just minutes prior. But now they were standing on the field. Their whole team lined up. Even though the other team was pretty far away Nick could see their stunned silence. The smallest on Nick’s team was near as big as some of the biggest on their team. 

Nick just smiled to himself and started typing away. He’d gotten an idea on what he wanted to do.

Don was staring at them from the other side of the field. “There’s no way coach…” Being the QB of the team, he’d had to come across some giants who were going to tackle him, but never had he thought that he’d be standing against literal giants. Each one was brimming with muscle and size that only the linebackers should have. But their linebackers were even bigger!

“Don’t be like that,” his coach told him. “It’s just like any other team. We just need to play to win.” 

Don shook his head. Coach didn’t believe it either. He was just trying to be nice. But Don knew he needed to carry a brave face as well. If he wasn’t careful the rest of the team could fall into a slump and then there’d be almost no reason to play at all. 

“Alright guys. I know they’re big but we can still take them.” He looked around at his team, wondering if they could still have their heads in the game. A couple of them were already looking over their shoulders at the competition. ‘Damn they’re big…’ Don kept the thought to himself. 

Being so much closer to them just made them look all the bigger. He took a breath and walked to the center. “Heads or tails?” the ref asked. 

“He-heads,” Don found it hard to speak as the opposing QB was staring him down. Even though he had a smile on his face, there was an intensity to his presence. Or maybe it was the sexual nature in his eyes. 

“Tails,” the ref said. “What do you want to do?”

“We’ll be receiving,” the guy smiled, then gave Don a wink. 

“Right.” The ref raised his voice. “Alright boys, I want to see a good clean game!”

“Right,” the two teams chanted. But somehow their opponents voices dwarfed anyone on his teams. Don could feel a shutter run down his spine and hoped it wasn’t the same for the rest of the team. He huddled up with the rest. “Okay, so they’re going to be receiving. Just remember, we just have to catch them and knock them down.”

The team chanted and lined themselves up on the field. They punted the ball. Henderson had been doing a pretty good job lately and sent it soaring down the field. Yet somehow one of them had gotten themselves in the perfect position to catch the ball. It landed right in his arms like Henderson had aimed it for him. 

Then he started barreling down the field. Their team got in formation and blocked just about everyone. Don was getting worried as he saw his guys blocked off but then Quincy was able to make it through. His large body jumped onto the opposing player and it looked more like the guy dropped himself down instead of it being the work of Quincy.

“Fuck,” Don muttered to himself as they moved to the thirty yard line. Not only were they big, but they were also fast. He tried to shake it off. “Don’t let it bother you. Don’t let it bother you.” 

“Sorry man,” Henderson apologized. “I thought--”

“It’s not a problem.” Don had cut him off. “I don’t know where that guy came from either. We’re just going to have to move on.”

“Right,” Henderson agreed. 

Don’s team lined up with the opposing one right in front of them. Each one had chosen a guy to square up against. It seemed insane. Somehow they looked even bigger. Their bodies seemed to dwarf even his largest team members and then some. “Stay out of your head,” he muttered as he positioned himself in front of one of them. 

He did his best not to think too much about it but it was really getting to him. Seeing those bulging arms with thick veins sticking out of their big biceps all the way through their thick forearms where their hands dug into the ground below them. Never had it been intimidating but now he couldn’t stop thinking about it. He couldn’t get their size out of his mind. 

They snapped the ball. All it took was a second and the guy had already rushed past Don and made his way towards the in zone. He held his hands up high and the ball seemed to fall perfectly in the pocket. Don was just barely getting out of his starting position before he realized that the play was already over. 

Looking at the rest of his team, they seemed to be just as confused. “Shake it off guys. Shake it off,” he told them. Each one seemed a bit dazed. They lined up again waiting for the team to either kick a field goal or take it to the end zone. He’d somehow picked the same guy to block. But now he seemed even bigger. Those thick hands seemed to have gripped even more of the dirt. His thick arms looked even more powerful. 

The ball had been hiked again and Don was just barely conscious of it. He sprinted into the other guy feel the massive wall holding him back. Never in his life had he suddenly felt so weak as he put all his weight against the other man, not to even budge him a little bit. He tried to push harder but still nothing. And then the ball had made it to the end zone. 

“Don’t worry big guy,” the guy gave Don a pat on the back. “I know we can be a bit distracting.” He pumped his large bicep, showing it off. 

Somehow Don seemed to have lost his breath. He wasn’t sure where it’d gone as he looked into the massive, bulging muscle grow a bit from the flex. He stared deep into it, almost reaching out to feel it. The whistle blew. ‘What’s wrong with me?!’ he hit the top of his helmet with his hands and crossed to the other end of the field. 

‘Just focus on the game,’ he told himself. But his blood was rushing to his other head. He could feel it growing in the tight confines of the hard cup. He blinked and then the ball was flying towards them again. Baker had it. He quickly sprinted for it and easily caught it. His faster body sprinted as fast as he could down the field. But it looked a bit awkward as his pads bounced all over the place. 

What should have been sculpted to his body seemed like they were just a little bit too big for him. Even down to his shoes, they seemed to be slipping off his feet. But it wasn’t long before the other team had caught up. Two of the guys were heading right for him and blocked him in. He must not have seen them as he charged right into their thick bodies then fell back a yard.

“You alright man?” they laughed and helped Baker up from the ground. His hand easily fit inside theirs as he jumped to his feet. He gave them a shy, ‘yeah,’ and headed back to our team. 

Now they had the ball and their team lined up on the 50 yard line. It wasn’t nearly as close as Don would have liked it to been, but it was at least something. He explained their play and everyone lined up. ‘Shit…’ he felt the fear rush into him again seeing the guys over his own team ready to strike. Their bodies nearly took nearly one and a half of his guys and they could easily see over his defensive line. 

“Hut… Hut... Hike!” Don tried to keep his head in the game as he caught the ball in his hands. His defensive line let out a heavy grunt trying to hold the other players back. He looked around for Quincy. Then threw the ball as hard as he could. It soared through the air directly towards him. 

“Interception!” the announcer called loudly over the speakers. The realization that Quincy hadn’t caught the ball dawned on Don. He looked around seeing the guy running with it. 

“Fuck,” he growled realizing the other guy had already made it past the defense. Don went sprinting as fast as he could across the field, but the other guy was just barely out of reach. ‘C’mon… C’mon…’ he tried to pump himself up but his fingers just couldn’t get there. 

“Touch down!” the announcer shouted and the band started playing. 

Don tried to catch his breath. Somehow that 50 meter sprint had taken just about everything out of him. He felt like he was using 110% of his strength and that still wasn’t enough. “Damn it…”

“It’s alright buddy,” the guy said. It was the same one from before. “You really had me sprinting there. I thought you were going to catch me.”

“You did?” Don felt himself blush a little bit at the complement. He realized how dumb he sounded. “I mean, thanks,” he tried to sound a bit less attached to the idea of his opponent complimenting him but felt his face burn with embarrassment from it.

“No problem big guy,” he gave Don a friendly tap with the back of his hand that nearly sent him to the ground. 

‘Bulback…’ he read the jersey of the guy who'd complemented him. Suddenly he was more interested in him than the game. Mostly because Don’s eyes drifted from his shoulders, down a bit further towards that thick juicy ass bouncing back and forth in his tight tights. He could see the definition through the stretchy fabric. But then noticed that their pads were a little bit too small for them. The whole team seemed to have gotten padding that wasn’t quite their size.

Then again Don’s team had a similar problem, in the opposite direction. Everyone on his side seemed to be swimming in theirs. If they weren’t holding up their leggings, then it was their pads that were falling to the side. It didn’t seem to matter who it was, they just didn’t fit the uniforms properly.

Don just wished it was something similar for his cock. Every part of him could feel the vacant space in his jersey except for the part between his legs. The thick rod was pushing hard against the hard plastic. He pushed down the discomfort and lined up again as the other team had the ball. 

“You following me?” Bulback smirked across the scrimmage line.

“N-nuh-no,” Don’s voice cracked at the implication. He hadn’t meant to block Bulback again but there he was, right in front of the massive man. Somehow he seemed all the bigger. His wide shoulders filled all of what Don's line of sight. Even in a lowered position, Don had to crane his neck back to properly look at the other guy.

The whistle blew. ‘Right. We’re playing a game,’ he scolded himself for getting distracted again. He sprinted forward with all his might and tackled into Bulback. The giant went tumbling backwards onto the to ground. 

Don felt his body wrapped in the strong arms of the other man. “You did that on purpose,” he scolded. 

“On purpose?” Bulback feigned a defense. His smile gave it away. Or maybe it was the hard cock jabbing into Don’s side. “Why would I do that?”

Don let out a heavy breath. He felt the tension between them rising. His dick was begging to be set free. He undid the strap of his helmet and tossed it to the side. He helped with Bulback as well.

“Oh? Is that why?” Bulback mocked. “Didn’t think you’d be so cute…”

‘Didn’t think he’d be so handsome…’ Don thought to himself as he saw the cut jaw with just a bit of hair around the bottom of his chin. He paused only for a second and then dove in. Their lips locked and they wrestled tongues with each other. Bulback let him take the lead. Following wherever he was going to be led.

Don’s hands couldn’t stay still as they groped the hard muscle on the body beneath him. He felt his body twist and grind against the other man. Each second was unbelievable. He must have weighed almost a third of the other man and he was in complete control. Bulback’s body held Don closely and tightly but gently ass well. 

The tension between them kept rising. “Fuck it,” he pulled out of the kiss and flipped his partner over. Don’s leggings and dick protector dropped around his legs as they were made for someone far larger. Though it was much tougher to peel the leggings off of Bulback. His muscles filled them perfectly, giving very little room. 

But once he was free Don went to work. He felt the monster of a rod in his hands and gave it a few tugs. It was far too large for one hand to work on it’s own. He pressed the tip against Bulback’s ass and pressed gently.

Bulback let out a long satisfying grunt. Each additional bit slide into him felt amazing. He gripped the ground beneath him, digging his fingers and toes into the soft grass beneath him. The soil dirtied his nails and fingers. But he didn’t care. He was too distracted by the cock sliding into him. It took everything he had to hold back and that still wasn’t enough. He burst onto the ground below him. He didn’t dare let Don know.

Don pushed deeper into Bulback feeling his cock fully surrounded by the other man. He couldn’t believe the sensation of the constant pressure around it. And then those loud grunts coming from his partner. Each one only encouraged him more and more. He gripped Bulback’s back. With each thrust he could hear the other man grunt with pleasure. Goading him to go on. 

His pace started to pick up. Don could feel his dick sliding through the other man’s ass almost like it was nothing. He felt the tightness around his dick and gripped Bulback’s sides even tighter. He didn’t know if he wanted it to end. Feeling the sensation was so different. And then all at once he felt himself give in. His body fell against Bulback’s and he unloaded into him.

It took a bit before Don was able to get back out. He slid himself out and then Bulback flipped himself over. “Sorry…” Don muttered.

“Nothing to be sorry for,” Bulback pulled him into a strong embrace. His thick arms wrapped tightly around Don’s thinner body. “I’m the one who should apologize. After all I only lasted about 6 seconds. So about the average play in a football game. But maybe with a bit of practice I can be more than average?” he nuzzled his face against Don’s pulling him in nice and close.

Nick was on the sidelines watching the other two teams fucking each other. Each one had squared off with another one of the opposing team members and had a fairly similar experience. His team had grown into even larger monsters while the other had turned out quite a bit smaller. He loved seeing them try to get into their pads for the play. His team was far too large to fit in anything while the other kept falling out of it. 

He turned back to the crowd to see Alex staring daggers at him. “Hey coach, mind if I go see my boyfriend?” Coach Ward shrugged his shoulders. “Thanks Coach,” Nick gave him a hearty slap to the shoulder and went up into the stands.