Jack wanted to be a professional wrestler. Not everyone knew what they wanted to do, but Jack was sure. He'd studied jujitsu and gymnastics since he was small. He studied other martial arts, learning how to punch and kick, and more importantly, how to fake a strike and make it look real. He had dedicated his life to becoming a pro-wrestler and at 18 Jack definitely looked the part.
Originally Jack planned on being a high flyer. You know, one of those wrestlers who did spectacular jumps and flying kicks, and impressive flips before just barely missing their opponents. Ya gotta make it look real for the fans. His dad was short, so he figured he would be short too. Then the genes from his mother's side had kicked in and at 18 he stood 6'4" and was still growing. He was a beast, a giant of a man with a body builder's physique. And he could still move like a high-flyer. Now he figured he could be a bruiser, or with enough training, an all-around great like the Undertaker.
At least, that was the plan. Then Dad got downsized and Jack was no longer going to the private school, or the judo dojo or the gymnastics lessons. The public school in the city still had a wrestling team, if not a gymnastics team. It was rough living on unemployment for a few months. Money was tight. Then Dad got a new job making a third as much at a start-up company in Flyover, USA. He was getting a decent chunk of stock as equity, but that wouldn't be worth anything for years. So one long car ride later and it was bye-bye City, hello Bumfuck! There wasn't a judo dojo or gymnastics school in the entire county, let alone at his new high school. They didn't have a wrestling team. Just football in the fall, basketball in winter, and baseball in the spring. He had called before they came out to see if he could still try out for the football team, but that had all been done in the summer and there were no exceptions.
But there was a cheer squad. Not that Jack was excited about it, but they practiced the skills he needed. Flips, flexibility and shouting in front of an audience. He doubted the cheer squad would teach him anything new, but he figured it was his opportunity to keep his skills sharp until he could try out for basketball in the winter.
The auditorium had been filled with girls all dressed in skirts and halters. Some of the skirts were knee length while others barely covered the ass. Some of those halters looked like they weren't going to contain the girls' breasts after a short hop let alone a serious jump. Jack was having to look away in a vain attempt to not get aroused.
He was dressed in loose sweatpants and a T-shirt that was way too tight. It was a triple extra large, the largest shirts Walmart normally carried, but on Jack it looked like a second skin with his muscles rippling beneath it. While the sweatpants were loose enough to give him some cover, once he got to half mast there would be no hiding his erection. Jack had not anticipated this particular problem. If he had, he would have worn a cup.
All the cheer teams he had ever seen at school games in the city had guys on them for lifts and such. Big guys who lifted girls with one arm. He had expected a few guys to be there. It was awkward being the only guy there. And beyond a little bit of small talk he really didn't have much to say to these girls. He didn't know anything about the local happenings. He had only one day of classes. None of the girls wanted to talk pro-wrestling or MMA. And the nice short girl with the ridiculously oversized chest who was helping everyone with their tryouts told him he would be going last because they weren't sure what they could do with a boy.
Actually she said, "They're not sure what they could do with you, but I have some ideas.". She was looking up at his eyes when she had started talking, making a show of moving her gaze down his chest, to his abs, and ending on his dick.
Fuck if she didn't look like the perfect living wet dream. Huge tits in a tight cheerleader uniform halter, bare midriff with a tiny waist, round butt barely covered by her pleated uniform skirt, and at five feet tall or so she could give a titty fuck standing up.
Jack didn't miss a beat when she hit on him. "I've know exactly what I'd like to do with you. Let's meet up after tryouts and," he paused to add tension, "discuss."
She shot him a wicked smile and went off to help the hopefuls with their routines, often demonstrating for the girls exactly what a move looked like. Jack got to watch her flip and bounce for over an hour as he waited to go last.
So that's how Jack found himself standing in front of the audition committee for cheerleader tryouts, the only other person left in the auditorium. He'd just done a series of forward flips off a springboard into a double tuck twist and stuck the landing, not something most guys could do, and particularly amazing for a giant of a man.
Jack smiled at the three senior girls behind the table staring at him with their mouths gaping open.
"So, am I in?"
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OOC:
Looking for a female writer to play multiple cheerleaders. The idea is that Jack is about to experience a school year of banging the hottest girls in school. I'd like to start it as a one girl at a time thing. Jack is lifting them, holding them, and touching all the girls in practice, some of the touches get more intimate. Maybe one of the girls doesn't wear underwear for a practice, and then another.
The first time would be the aggressive girl sneaking into the boys locker room after tryouts and catching him in the shower. I see the tryouts getting flirty with the girls teasing Jack a bit before he starts doing lifts and throws, touching the girls intimately and everyone getting aroused. The shorty described above decides she's going to go surprise Jack in the shower. Whether she brings the rest of the tryout committee we can discuss. I can't wait for the first cheerleaders sleepover type party.
I have ideas for the girls I'll post up.
I'm not into anal, scat or BDSM. Light bondage is fun, oral, cumplay & tittyfucking a must.
Look over my other stories to see if you like my writing style and think we would write well together.
Thanks!
Originally Jack planned on being a high flyer. You know, one of those wrestlers who did spectacular jumps and flying kicks, and impressive flips before just barely missing their opponents. Ya gotta make it look real for the fans. His dad was short, so he figured he would be short too. Then the genes from his mother's side had kicked in and at 18 he stood 6'4" and was still growing. He was a beast, a giant of a man with a body builder's physique. And he could still move like a high-flyer. Now he figured he could be a bruiser, or with enough training, an all-around great like the Undertaker.
At least, that was the plan. Then Dad got downsized and Jack was no longer going to the private school, or the judo dojo or the gymnastics lessons. The public school in the city still had a wrestling team, if not a gymnastics team. It was rough living on unemployment for a few months. Money was tight. Then Dad got a new job making a third as much at a start-up company in Flyover, USA. He was getting a decent chunk of stock as equity, but that wouldn't be worth anything for years. So one long car ride later and it was bye-bye City, hello Bumfuck! There wasn't a judo dojo or gymnastics school in the entire county, let alone at his new high school. They didn't have a wrestling team. Just football in the fall, basketball in winter, and baseball in the spring. He had called before they came out to see if he could still try out for the football team, but that had all been done in the summer and there were no exceptions.
But there was a cheer squad. Not that Jack was excited about it, but they practiced the skills he needed. Flips, flexibility and shouting in front of an audience. He doubted the cheer squad would teach him anything new, but he figured it was his opportunity to keep his skills sharp until he could try out for basketball in the winter.
The auditorium had been filled with girls all dressed in skirts and halters. Some of the skirts were knee length while others barely covered the ass. Some of those halters looked like they weren't going to contain the girls' breasts after a short hop let alone a serious jump. Jack was having to look away in a vain attempt to not get aroused.
He was dressed in loose sweatpants and a T-shirt that was way too tight. It was a triple extra large, the largest shirts Walmart normally carried, but on Jack it looked like a second skin with his muscles rippling beneath it. While the sweatpants were loose enough to give him some cover, once he got to half mast there would be no hiding his erection. Jack had not anticipated this particular problem. If he had, he would have worn a cup.
All the cheer teams he had ever seen at school games in the city had guys on them for lifts and such. Big guys who lifted girls with one arm. He had expected a few guys to be there. It was awkward being the only guy there. And beyond a little bit of small talk he really didn't have much to say to these girls. He didn't know anything about the local happenings. He had only one day of classes. None of the girls wanted to talk pro-wrestling or MMA. And the nice short girl with the ridiculously oversized chest who was helping everyone with their tryouts told him he would be going last because they weren't sure what they could do with a boy.
Actually she said, "They're not sure what they could do with you, but I have some ideas.". She was looking up at his eyes when she had started talking, making a show of moving her gaze down his chest, to his abs, and ending on his dick.
Fuck if she didn't look like the perfect living wet dream. Huge tits in a tight cheerleader uniform halter, bare midriff with a tiny waist, round butt barely covered by her pleated uniform skirt, and at five feet tall or so she could give a titty fuck standing up.
Jack didn't miss a beat when she hit on him. "I've know exactly what I'd like to do with you. Let's meet up after tryouts and," he paused to add tension, "discuss."
She shot him a wicked smile and went off to help the hopefuls with their routines, often demonstrating for the girls exactly what a move looked like. Jack got to watch her flip and bounce for over an hour as he waited to go last.
So that's how Jack found himself standing in front of the audition committee for cheerleader tryouts, the only other person left in the auditorium. He'd just done a series of forward flips off a springboard into a double tuck twist and stuck the landing, not something most guys could do, and particularly amazing for a giant of a man.
Jack smiled at the three senior girls behind the table staring at him with their mouths gaping open.
"So, am I in?"
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OOC:
Looking for a female writer to play multiple cheerleaders. The idea is that Jack is about to experience a school year of banging the hottest girls in school. I'd like to start it as a one girl at a time thing. Jack is lifting them, holding them, and touching all the girls in practice, some of the touches get more intimate. Maybe one of the girls doesn't wear underwear for a practice, and then another.
The first time would be the aggressive girl sneaking into the boys locker room after tryouts and catching him in the shower. I see the tryouts getting flirty with the girls teasing Jack a bit before he starts doing lifts and throws, touching the girls intimately and everyone getting aroused. The shorty described above decides she's going to go surprise Jack in the shower. Whether she brings the rest of the tryout committee we can discuss. I can't wait for the first cheerleaders sleepover type party.
I have ideas for the girls I'll post up.
I'm not into anal, scat or BDSM. Light bondage is fun, oral, cumplay & tittyfucking a must.
Look over my other stories to see if you like my writing style and think we would write well together.
Thanks!
