Big Daddy

Touchdown

The buzzer's imminent ring was looming as the time ticked down in the football game against Nuketown. The quarterback desperately searched for the right receiver. His coffee colored hair blew into his dark brown eyes, glazing over as the rival team inched closer to him. His breath became hushed whispers, as his massive chest raised up and down. His eyes slammed shut as he made the wacky throw. The football flew threw the cool, night breeze like butter. His blockers couldn't make it in time, disparity reaching its limits. The giant players tackled the quarterback to the ground, slamming into him with such a fierce brutality, that his erection couldn't hold much longer. 

He looked up and locked eyes with the other player on top of him, their cold blue eyes freezing him into an unexplainable state, and his heart started beating again. The cheerleaders screeched in the background as they took a knee, but the only thing he heard was the heavy, slow breathing that he felt on his neck. It sent a shiver into his dick, which happened a lot, but this time, it was different. Something didn't feel right. He cried out in pain, as Fat Andrew the medic ran at his 0.0002 mph speed onto the field. The boy on top was ripped off of him and the connection torn as Fat Andrew leaned over Big Daddy, his gatorade infested tummy sloshing around on top of him. 

Fat Andrew inspected the scene. He quickly realized that not only did Big Daddy have a nasty concussion, but something else was wrong. His eyes averted to his bloody crotch. He had handled broken bones before, but never a broken boner. He soon knew what had to be done. "Now, this may hurt.." he exclaimed, a tear forming in his eyes. 

"Do it," Big Daddy cried. He couldn't stand being away from football, it was his whole life. Any free time he had was spent doing something football-related. At least if he died, he would die here on this field, where he had played so many amazing games. Andrew snapped on his sterile rubber gloves, and was about to begin the procedure. Fat Andrew's face heated up as he bent over the sports star. The whole stadium watched in awe, a few parents escorted out and assured there would be a walkout for the cause. However, before Fat Andrew could commence, he was intervened by the skinny bitch ass coach of the cheer team. Her slicked back brunette ponytail bouncing in the breeze, catching the light of the stadium in tiny twinkles. 

"Wait, okaaaaaaaaaaaay!" She screeched. She yelled with such intensity that many of the crowd members found their ears bleeding, and another walkout was planned. 

"Coach Ions, what is it now? This is urgent. We don't have much time before the damage is done." Coach Ions looked back for assurance from the other bitch ass cheer coach, Emily Baguette. But Coach Baguette was simply sitting in her lawn chair with her shades on, screaming at everyone about talking while taking a knee in between sipping her Unicorn Rainbow Magic Fairy Frappe. 

"Andrew! I can help, okaaaaaaay?". She looked at him with lust in her eyes. "My girls are trained to serve the football team in any way necessary, okaaaaaaay? And we both know the best way to fix a broken boner, yes, you would know for sure Andrew." She said as she winked and put her hand on his shoulder, the chipped blue and red nail polish bothering Andrew.  Andrew started to have flashbacks to the time when he broke his own peen from jerking off to the cheer team practice videos on youtube too much. Coach Ions had been the only person to take care of him, and they had discovered a new technology that was not as gay as a man snapping the peen of another man back into place. They discovered that when you sucked a man so good, he would ejaculate all the way to Heaven and his peen would be renewed with the help of Jesus.

He was snapped back into reality by the moans of Big Daddy, lying beneath him. Big Daddy's face showed every sign of pain and hunger imaginable. Hunger for what? Big Daddy looked up at Fat Andrew's stressed face, covered in acne like a boy during puberty. Andrew knew he had spent too much time stalin. He took one last long glance at his gloved up hands, and proceeded to gently place around the line of Big Daddy's adidas football trousers. The other team couldn't watch, it was too emotional. What could happen to his penis? Would he ever fuck again? Fat Andrew stalled once more, before continuing the process. His fingers slipped under the pants, and he slowly removed them from Big Daddy's bulging body. 

Big Daddy made a sound similar to that of a young bird requesting food from its mother. Fat Andrew grimaced, and placed his right hand atop of his abdomen. He traced his fingers down to the very top of Big Daddy's huge penis. Fat Andrew's sweat was trickling down his forehead, splattering onto Big Daddy's chest. This was a lot of work for him. In one swift motion, Fat Andrew reconstructed his peen. Big Daddy moaned loudly, the crowd searching for signs of life from him. Although gravely injured, Big Daddy's erection was still strong. Hope was looking good, he seemed able to fuck once again. 

Fat Andrew knew that Big Daddy was too injured to rise by himself, and there was no way he could lift him. He needed help.