There He Blows: A Field of Dreams

Audrey Jang • The Student Life

I don’t mean to toot my own horn, but I’ve always had a knack for catching balls. From basketball to football, I was the typical jock from a young age. Even though constant injuries plagued me from ever competing in these sports, there was always one kind of ball that I never got the chance to get my hands on. Obviously, if I couldn’t kick around a soccer ball, I figured that I might as well hook up with a guy on the field, at least.

It was a typical summer night. I had just finished up one of my cross country practices, when the guy I had just started seeing sent me a text, telling me that he was lonely and wanted to see me. Granted, I couldn’t drive yet and I wanted him to chase after me, so I told him that he could swing by my school to chill. I honestly didn’t expect anything to happen besides us going for a walk in the woods.

After seeing my coaches leave, I began walking around the fields at my high school. When my guy finally arrived, he was more than pleased to see me covered in sweat. I didn’t really know that sweat fetishes existed, but my naïveté quickly disappeared when I realized that he honestly couldn’t keep his hands off me. He gave me a kiss, which reeked of sour cream, and I silently vomited a bit in my mouth as I told myself that we’d only hang out together for an hour at most. I wanted to give him a chase, letting him know that I was in charge, and also to get away from his rancid breath.

Surprisingly, he actually came bolting after me until we both reached a bench on the other side of the fields. He sat down and told me that he wanted me to take a seat on his lap. I felt that I had given him enough of a pursuit, so I relented. Immediately, I felt him squeeze my ass cheeks in his hands. He started to lick the sweat from my neck and my ears, and I made a mental note not to let him kiss me the rest of the night.

He continued his exploration of my body for a while longer, and I began to feel apprehensive seeing the old couple a few hundred yards away who appeared to be looking our way. Feeling anxious, I popped up from my spot and sprinted over to the soccer field to lie down and catch a break.

Again, my guy came after me, and we lay down together as nightfall came over us. The typical hopeless romantic thoughts in my head came to life—being able to stargaze with my boyfriend. He leaned in to kiss me, and at that point, I just held my breath to avoid the sour cream again. In one quick move, he was on top of me. I felt his growing erection stabbing me, and while we were both apprehensive, our hands began to roam into each other’s shorts. It was my first time feeling another guy’s penis, and I had to stop us before I finished too soon.

“Can I give you a blowjob?” he asked me with a mix of innocence and seductiveness. At that point, my mind shot back to his breath and how my dick was going to taste and smell like Lay’s sour cream and onion chips, and to save myself, I told him that we were moving too quickly.

As we both stopped to relax again, he made another request that seemed fine enough to me. “Do you mind if I jack off right here? I really can’t go home with a boner.” I looked around me to see us shrouded in the dark with no one else on the soccer field. I thought that it was a fair enough request, so I told him to go ahead. He quickly whipped out his tool and began his work.

I felt bad just standing on the side watching, so I threw caution to the wind and began to move my hand along with his. I watched as he finished onto the grass that I knew I would have to run on the next day, and I laughed remembering that the soccer team was also going to be practicing on it in a few hours. 

“I can’t believe we just did that,” he told me as he began to zip himself up. I looked back at the field as we walked away and couldn’t help but laugh to myself. I never had to play the game, and I already scored a goal.

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