D for Danielle Chapter 2: The Running Back (Patreon)

The morning of the big game pep rally was electric. Daniel woke up feeling good, showered and made sure to shave his cock and balls. He liked it trim down there. He put on a nice shirt and a new pair of jeans (that he would never admit he spent $200 on). He donned a brown leather jacket he had bought during his summer trip to Italy. He thought it looked sharp on him in the mirror. He had always loved the aesthetic of clothes and an affinity for fashion.

Daniel wanted to present himself today at his best. The university was abuzz with activity and he knew there were going to be loads of girls running around half-drunk, wearing cute sweaters and coats. Autumn was in full effect and winter just around the corner. It was fuck bunny weather.

He walked around the quad area and took in the scene. There had always been a voyeuristic element to him. He admired some of the girls he saw. One had on a pink fuzzy sweater with and tight grey leggings. Her long blonde Barbie-like hair flowed over her shoulders. She stood out amongst her friends, who were all sort of drab compared to her (a couple of them clearly hiding their Freshman 15s).

He scanned right and noticed a group of other co-eds in a close-knit group. These girls were all attractive and had it together. They dressed smart. A tall football player in a varsity jacket towered over them. The girl in the pink sweater broke off from her monochromatic posse and joined the new crew. The guy was a magnet for vagina.

What’s that like? Daniel asked himself. 

He knew he was staring a bit too long, but before he could look away, the football player locked eyes with him for a second. There was a coy grin. Daniel turned away quickly. Was that flirting? Daniel thought. Why did he look at me that way? It’s like he knows something about me, but what?!

Daniel was a bit rattled, then became intrigued. Then he felt a little pride in himself that such a handsome hot-shot football player would engage in non-verbal communication with him. Even though Daniel himself was not bad looking, his low-confidence usually shot down any potential correlations. But if someone viewed him as the object… there was power in that?

A girl from his arts class snapped young Daniel out of his state. She tapped him on his shoulder from behind. He turned to see her smiling face. 

“Hi Daniel!”

He was still in a bit of trance but managed to reply “Oh hi, Madison.” He pointed out the group of girls fawning over the football player. “Say, do you know who that is?”

“That’s Billy Anderson. He’s a running back.” 

“Well, he has quite the crowd of admirers.”

“Indeed. But that seems typical, no? Buff football player attracting an adoring audience of nubile collegiates. Very Americana.”

He let out a chuckle. “I guess it does make sense.”

“So what are you doing after the rally?”

“Might get a burger, maybe go see a band.”

“Well, I’m going to a party if you want to meet up later. Text me.”

“I will.”

She walked away, smiled, and waved back at the same time. Daniel put up his hand halfway to signal adieu. 

Madison was a hot girl, in that scholastic, bookish way. Her glasses made her almost secretary or librarian hot. And she had somehow avoided the dreaded Freshman 15. But while Daniel thought he should be thinking about her, and the offer to spend time together later, all he could do was visualize Billy Anderson. And the desires he had been doing his best to beat down were now popping into his mind again. He couldn’t shake the image of himself dressed up like a cheerleader, completely feminized, in front of Billy, sucking his big cock.

He tried his best to snap out of it. Madison! She kinda likes you. Don’t blow this! But he couldn’t erase the picture of him down on his knees, sissified, servicing the #1 running back on the team. It was etched forever, a feminine idealized version of himself pleasuring a superior male.