The_gladiator
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This is a work of fiction names places or characters resembling anything living or dead is purely coincidental, or used ficticiously.
IC
Jack Wilson was a college freshmen, with a scholarship to play football at the semi-local university. He was a good student, and dedicated his life to football and to his studies. He knew that the only way to get anywhere to escape his low socioeconomic status was to work. And work he did. This is not to say he did not have fun, or hang out with friends. He often went out with his team mates, and could drink as well as the next guy. He just didn't go into getting falling down drunk, or fucking 8 women in a night. He knew he had women available to him, heck girls practically threw themselves at him as a jock, besides the fact he was also very good looking, at 6 2 muscular, with dark hair and hazel eyes. He rarely took a woman on a date, and he sort of had the reputation on the team as the one guy wo had not had a one nights stand. This of course meant he was the target of every woman wanting to change this fact. So far he had politely declined. Was that about to change?
He was wistling a tune to himself as he soaped his hair washing out the sweat and dirt in the lockerroom showers. He had stayed late, and most of the other guys were gone. He was the young guy on the team, so he had to wait his turn. The team had mostly nice guys though, so he caught little flack for being younger than most of them.
He broke out into singinging as he closed his eyes completely oblivious to his surroundings and not caring one jot if anyone else heard his rocus off key voice.
please do not post unless approved by one of the authors
Note: all participants in sexual activities are over 18
This is a work of fiction names places or characters resembling anything living or dead is purely coincidental, or used ficticiously.
IC
Jack Wilson was a college freshmen, with a scholarship to play football at the semi-local university. He was a good student, and dedicated his life to football and to his studies. He knew that the only way to get anywhere to escape his low socioeconomic status was to work. And work he did. This is not to say he did not have fun, or hang out with friends. He often went out with his team mates, and could drink as well as the next guy. He just didn't go into getting falling down drunk, or fucking 8 women in a night. He knew he had women available to him, heck girls practically threw themselves at him as a jock, besides the fact he was also very good looking, at 6 2 muscular, with dark hair and hazel eyes. He rarely took a woman on a date, and he sort of had the reputation on the team as the one guy wo had not had a one nights stand. This of course meant he was the target of every woman wanting to change this fact. So far he had politely declined. Was that about to change?
He was wistling a tune to himself as he soaped his hair washing out the sweat and dirt in the lockerroom showers. He had stayed late, and most of the other guys were gone. He was the young guy on the team, so he had to wait his turn. The team had mostly nice guys though, so he caught little flack for being younger than most of them.
He broke out into singinging as he closed his eyes completely oblivious to his surroundings and not caring one jot if anyone else heard his rocus off key voice.