I didn't like football. Never really did and wasn't really my thing. A part of it was how rowdy the fanbase of some teams get whether they win or lose. Must be all that pent up masculine energy. When my friend invited me out to his older brother's game I really did not want to go, but I also didn't really want to spend this weekend alone. So, I decided I'd attend my first game.
The stadium was packed and I made sure I was in my seat and planted there before the game really got going. I was given a beer, warm and foamy, and sipped on it until I could no longer stand it. Once the game finally got going, it took me a moment to catch on to what was happening. Obviously, I was rooting for the green team as opposed to the blue and the ball had to get from its starting position to the touchdown zone. That was enough to keep me engaged, but then I realized I had something else to look at.
I gawked at the tight pants on these men running around this field chasing after a ball, especially when they piled onto each other. Something about all of it was really -
"Are you okay?" I was caught almost drooling over a player who was chugging from a Gatorade squeeze bottle and shook my head when my friend pat me on the back.
"Yeah yeah, just watching the game." I tried to give my best cheer, but quickly stopped out of embarrassment. My friend laughed and took a big swig of his bear. He got up to go to grab a couple more beers, mine still half full when I saw number 54 sauntering out onto the field. He took off his helmet and I watched him lift up his jersey to get a little bit of cool air flowing. His abs were tight and the sweat made them glisten.
As I was staring, my ears started to ring and I curled down into myself with my hands pressed up against my ears. 54 did the same thing, dropping his helmet and collapsing onto a bench desperately trying to stop the ringing. When it finally stopped, I picked myself up and I was looking at the field up close.
"What the hell?" I said, looking around. I looked down at myself and realized I was wearing the gear. The number 54 was big and white in front. I turned around to see myself up in the stands, panicking and looking down at me. My friend was trying to hold me back and when he tried to stop him my body took a swing, igniting a fight in the stands which quickly led to my body and my friend being escorted out of the game.
"Let's go!" The coach yelled at me, and I stood up looking around in a panic as I walked out onto the field. I had no idea what I was doing, but something was guiding me to a spot. As the colors and numbers were being yelled out I suddenly felt a sensation wash over me. The ball was tossed and my body moved like I had been doing this for years. I ran after the opponents, dodging flying men coming in my direction until suddenly I was extending my arms to catch the ball. I took off, quickly sprinting down the length of the field and jumping over the opposing team as they were diving one by one in my direction trying to stop me. It wasn't until I crossed the touchdown line that I really came back to me.
"What is happening." I whispered as the crowd cheered. The game continued on like that until we finished. We won, just a single down over and when I was alone in the locker room my old body pushed me up against the wall.
"What the fuck did you do?" He said aggressively. I don't think I had ever seen my face do that.
"What the hell, man. I have no idea what you're talking about." I really didn't, but this body felt too good to give up. After that game all this pent up energy needed to be released and I wanted to feel what this cock felt like.
"You've got to be joking me." He said, punching me. I could barely feel it.
"Yo what the fuck is this?" One of my teammates came back to grab something he forgot and pulled my old body off of me.
"This fucker was saying some crazy shit." I dust myself off, winking at him as his face turned red.
"No! That's my body!" He yelled.
"Fucking weirdo." My teammate pushed him out one of the emergency doors and he pounded the metal door.
"Fans are wild." I said, turning back to my locker and getting ready to take the best shower of my life, looking forward to being the new me.
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