CHAPTER 4: Championship

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The gang gather to the stands to support their best friend.

A voice over the speakers surrounding everyone has been commentating from the very beginning of the game with such tendentious voice,

"Just now it has come to my attention that Westview Knight's Tobey Castor has also issued a statement prior to tonight's game on their student broadcast radio."

Bobby managed to convince Samantha to come back with the group. Sitting next to Mark two seats above where Kỷ Lân is sitting alone brooding in self misery. Hoarding a lot of concession foods as his well-toned colleague looks at him with disgust and responds to the glare with no disregard to bad behavior as inappropriate,

"WHHHAAAATTT?!!!"

Mark turns away shaking his head to rude behavior, speaking with mouth full is something his grandmother Annabelle taught him not to do. Drew next to Mark is appalled to childish antics even though that is typical for a stoner like Bobby.

"Well Prospectors... I see this as a challenge and why not settle this rivalry with a championship. Lets see who can put up and needs to shut up."

Fred is sitting a few spaces over from Bobby, when he catches Johnny whispering to himself with an uncontrollable urge to to play with himself. Snickers to the tenacious performance of debauchery, while watching him nervously check around, before the jock commits to a sinful deed.

The oversized jacket allows a limited amount of coverage as he fantasizes watching the star quarterback running with the ball. The subtle motion becomes violent jabs before arching to a climactic finish as the crowd cheers to Adam scoring a touchdown, while he mumbles to himself throughout act,

"Goooddd... watching those contours of your muscles glisten from the vibrant sweat, as they glide sinfully across my chiseled physique. Jerking from the feathery touch, when your manhood guides itself upwards. I gaze upon your glorious victory. While jolts of pleasure throughout every sensory nerve is triggered; convulsing from uncontrollable shivers, attributed to the exploratory exploits of your angelic fingers. Resulting in us intertwining all extremities, when we explode through ecstasy, bounded in the love we share. Gracefully lathering our kinsmen from the pool seeped in the crevices of my abs, as we bind our lips in unceremonious approval; in which defies his and god's rule in vain."

Coming to the traumatic realization of what happened, as he overdid the bit, when a tremendous amount of secretion fluid dangles from the middle sections of his fingers. Quickly skeptic to the notion that someone will see or worse case scenario, make it more abundantly clear. Tries to readjust himself while vigorously wiping the glop off with wads of napkins. Tossing the evidence far down under the bleachers, to a hillbilly couple unbeknownst to the unethical actions of a crossed lover.

"Whoooaaa! ...Tobey has come to show they mean business. Touchdown from the 30 on the Prospectors backfield, in the 1st Quarter with 1st and 10!"

Boasters in a burlesque tone, with a cloak and dagger intent of a saboteur flagrant gestures to the jocks awkward position of the legs,

"Someone's got an erection dysfunction due to the exhilarating spew fest here!"

With utter dismay and livid eye movement to him being disgusted with the whole thing, watches the righteous jerk die laughing to the successful undertow of the situation.

Blacks out from an unforeseen force and wakes up similar to a hangover feeling. It is known that there was no consumption of alcohol as there is movement near his overhang of the body.

"The Templars Wes Granger, Wide Receiver helped the team with another 20 during a 3rd and long by Greg Harper!"

Drew not to fond of him, impatiently kicks him awake with an aggressive tone,

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