*Tastefully Pounded by the Handsome Manifestation of the Sim's Bizarre Decision to...

Crodyman

[The following is a part-one sample of erotic fiction. All erotic actions in the following are fictitious yet mutually enjoyed and consensual. Reader discretion is advised. By continuing to read, you consent that you like this kinda shit, you weirdo. Blush

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Tastefully Pounded by the Handsome Manifestation of the Sim’s Bizarre Decision to HB dive on 4th and 20.

By Chuck Tingle Crodyman

During the summer of my sophomore year at the University of Chicago, I decided to apply for a job as the waterboy of the ISFL football team, Chicago Butchers, to make a little extra scratch. The stadium was a short bus ride from my off-campus apartment, and I guess I figured that this would be a way to gain greater insight and appreciation of the sport I loved. Looking back on that summer, I couldn’t have known how deep that love of the sport would go.

There was something that happened that season that changed the ISFL forever. After the season 31 Ultimus, the commissioner of the ISFL held an offseason press conference to announce a spectacular new way to engage with the game. The ISFL had always been a game run by these invisible hands pulling strings--the Sim, or Sims, as we now know them. During this press conference she introduced the world to the puppeteers behind the greatest football league in the world. The red curtain behind her was pulled open, and standing there, row-after-row of risers climbing higher, we’re these gray-skinned people. There were dozens of them. They came in all different sizes and shapes, and though most had the appearance of men, there were several that looked to be presenting as women, and some that we would say looked non-binary and fluid.

“It is my pleasure to introduce to the ISFL community at large, The Sims!” She spoke into the microphone as gasps and camera shutters reverberated throughout the room.

“These are the physical manifestations of the Sim, captured and distilled from some of our top sport scientists and researchers. From now on, take all praise, gripes, and grievances up with them, and leave me and the Head Office out of it!” She smirked as she said this and walked off the stage so the cameras could get a better look at these strange new creatures.

I was standing near the back of the conference room, holding onto my tray of plastic dixie cups full of chilled Fiji water, when one of the Sims took a step forward to the microphone. The flashbulbs popped and strobed off his gray skin, highlighting the contours of a handsome face with a masculine square jaw. He was large and well-muscled, and when he reached to adjust the microphone the muscles on his forearms flexed and writhed like cords of steel. I felt sweat begin to prickle the back of my neck as I stared at him in awe. He was the single most handsome creature I’d ever seen, perfectly proportioned, with wavy black hair that dangled sumptuously in front of his gray eyes. He opened his mouth to speak.

“Hey! Watch it, kid!”

I snapped out of my daze in time to see I’d been tilting the tray of waters and they had begun sliding and spilling out onto the floor. A few cameramen and reporters turned to look at me and shot me a disapproving scowl before turning back to the handsome manifestation at the podium. I bent down and collected the now empty cups, and when I stood up I glanced back at the stage and froze--He was. . . looking at me. He caught my gaze with his eyes and there we stood, frozen in time for what felt like minutes. I won't forget what happened next--while our eyes were locked, and in front of the entire room of people, this handsome manifestation stranger winked at me; almost imperceptibly, I swore that he pursed his lips for just a moment, as if to send a kiss through the air to land softly at my burning cheeks. He spoke softly in a voice that was deep and husky.

“Thank you, ladies and gentlemen. I am the manifestation of the Sims Decision to HB Dive at 4th and 20. I’ll be answering questions for the next 15 minutes.”

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Because Chicago had been struggling all season long, I got my chance to see The Decision to HB Dive at 4th and 20 my fair share of times, but rarely spoke to him. He’d usually show up late, slipping into the locker room sometime in the final minutes of the 4th quarter with a tag of paparazzi in tow. He’d sneak his way out onto the field, but I always knew from the groans of the Butchers faithful in the stands when he made his presence felt. He was a villain, and he knew it; he loved every second of it. The media had become enamoured with his story--a bad boy among the Sims, showing up like the Angel of Death to rend a teams playoff chances asunder. I especially liked his picture in ESPN’s The Body Issue, where he wore reflective Aviator sunglasses and nothing else. He tastefully posed with his leg up in the Heisman pose, both to show off the lovely curvature of his muscled quads and buttocks, but also to conceal the nakedness of his member.

Never in my wildest dreams did I think I’d get a chance to see that obscured prize; the gray lance that pricked my imagination so often and so roughly. But as fate would have it, on a day Chicago was losing like any other, everything changed.

The Sarasota Sailfish had imposed their will early on in the game, and peaking out from the tunnel I could see the throngs of Chicago Butchers faithful losing faith and heading back to the parking lot early in the 4th quarter with their team down by 17. Too often had they seen this story play out before, and with the chance to make the playoffs well out of reach, many just wanted to get home and try to get an early night’s sleep ahead of the beginning of the workweek. From my spot in the tunnel, I saw Oles drop back to throw. He’d been feeling the pressure all night off the edge, as Son Goku had racked up no less than 7 QB hits in the first three quarters. This time, however, Oles nimbly side-stepped out of the way and unfurled a deep pass down the sideline to a streaking Muford hitting full stride. The ball hung in the air as the crowd held their breath. Finally falling down from its apex, it landed squarely in the hands of Muford, who dove into the endzone as the stadium jumped to their feet.

There was electricity in the air when the defense took the field. The stadium, despite being at half-capacity, grew so loud that there was a miscue in the snap, as the ball sailed over the Sailfish QB’s head. It tumbled into the endzone where Chicago’s top linebacker Juan Domine dove on top of it, securing another 6 points. With only 4 minutes left in the 4th quarter, the Chicago Butchers were back in the game. The defense, sensing blood in the water, so to speak, managed to get after the QB, sacking him on 1st and 2nd down. A batted pass by Wasrabi Gleel on 3rd down, and the Butchers got the ball back with little over two minutes remaining! My heart pounded in my chest with the contagious excitement that only a crowd of 30,000 can produce. The excitement, however, was short-lived.
Madison Hayes took the ball 8 yards on first down, but Oles threw an incompletion to Mike Hunt on the second down. Third down and no longer could Son Goku be contained. He came barreling off the edge, knocking the right tackle to the ground and chasing Oles backwards where he managed to catch him and wrangle him to the turf for a sizable loss of 18. My heart dropped as I looked up at the scoreboard and saw what was displayed there--4th and 20.

-SMACK-

A ripple of pain shot through my butt and down my leg as something powerful slammed into it. Whizzing by me at full sprint was. . . it was him: The Handsome Manifestation of the Sim’s Decision to HB Dive on 4th and 20! He looked coyly over his shoulder and blew a kiss. Did he. . . slap my butt? The thought of it transformed the pain radiating from my cheeks into pleasure, as my body felt warm and strange, like I was swimming in a hot pool. I could feel the front of my pants becoming ever increasingly more restrictive as I bit my lower lip and tried to snap myself out of it.

Suddenly the crowd let out a mighty groan and I pulled my attention back to the field. LordeSombre had taken the ball up the middle for a gain of 3 yards: Turnover on downs. The Sailfish trotted back out onto the field and got in a kneeling formation as the crowd rained loud boos down onto the field. At the end of the tunnel, silhouetted from the light behind, came the tall figure of The Handsome Manifestation of the Sim’s Decision to HB Dive on 4th and 20. As he approached me, his chiseled features became unobscured and he was staring at me through half-squinted eyes. They gave him a wild, lustful look. He spoke as he walked towards me.

“Well, did you like that?”

I stammered.
“N-no! What a bizarre and stupid play call! Why the hell would we run a HB dive on 4th and 20? We could have won that game!”

His hand smoothly glided forward until it pressed deeply against the front of my pants, which felt incredibly restrictive at the moment. I gulped as I felt the heat of his palm through the fabric. He bent his head forward and whispered in my ear.

“I’m not talking about the game, baby.”

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END PART ONE?

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Starboy · 12-09-2021, 06:08 PM

This is the most beautiful piece of literature I’ve ever read. It was like reading a sacred text that got unearthed from an ancient civilization to explain supernatural powers that they didn’t understand mixed with the modern rule 34 twist that you’d see with those same supernatural beings. Absolutely amazing