Jan 16, 2005
Dear Diary,
Well, Diary, I have a new nickname. Elymi or just Ely. And it has to do with my jersey. Payton Manning, the quarterback for the Colts, who plays today, not yesterday, has a brother Ely on the sucky Giants who isn't even playing. And of course I have Ely's jersey not Payton's. So the guys started calling my Ely and Darlene and the girls started calling me Elymi.
So it was a great time. Lots of beer, chips, some tequila. Jim, our host, the running back started hitting on me a little bit, pulling me onto his lap. Since I was wearing the Ely Manning jersey, I was the designated "New York fan" so I ended up rooting for the Jets. It wasn't pretty at first, as they fell behind 10 nothing in the first quarter.
By this time, I was sitting on Jim's lap and his hands weren't only around my waist, but they were under my jersey tickling my tummy. At the commercial for the quarter, I excused myself to use the ladies room, and found Darlene. I checked with her and she told me that Jim is available. She also said he usually doesn't stick with any one girl for long, but also that no one would get mad if I hooked up with him. In fact some of the girls might actually like it since it would show them I'm not after their guys. She also thanked me for respecting her enough to talk to her about it.
So anyway, I came back to Jim and sat right back down on his lap. A moment later I was standing and cheering as "my team" the Jets kicked a Field Goal. Excited that "my team" had a chance, I really got into it when they returned a punt for a touchdown that tied the game with 3 minutes left. That's when Jim first offered his bet to me. He wanted to bet oral sex. If the Jets won the game, he'd lick me out till I came, right there in front of everyone. Of course if the Jets lose the game I'd give him a blow job. He whispered it in my ear so I don't think too many people heard it. And of course I didn't accept. Not right away. The Half-time the score was the same. I guess people started to hear about it, because people asked me if it were true. I told them the truth, that I hadn't accepted the bet - yet.
In the third quarter, the Jets intercepted the ball and returned it for a touchdown. That was when the pressure to accept the bet was building. My team was up a touchdown, I was getting 7 points, and less than a half of a game. Finally the 3rd quarter came to an end. The Jets were up by a touchdown, but the Steelers were driving with the ball. It looked like for sure the Steelers were going to score. They were already in field goal range. So I said, "Sure, I'll take the bet - if the Steelers don't score this drive. Two plays later and the Jets have the ball after a fumble. The bet was on.
And what happens? The Jets go "four and out" and the Steelers come back and score the game-tying touchdown. The announcers are talking about how the Jets Defense must be tired after 3 games on the road, 2 overtimes in a row. And I could feel Jim's cock growing under my butt as I sat on his lap. But then the Jets got the ball. A run, a pass another run, another pass, another run, then another. Then a dropped pass. It was fourth down and time for a field goal for the lead with about two minutes left. The snap, is good. The hold is good, the kick it's straight enough, is it long enough? Yes? No? No! It hit the cross bar and bounced back! He missed it by a foot. Maybe less. Maybe an inch and it bounces up and through and not back. But he missed. Jim starts smiling now. His Steelers got the ball, two minutes and he's convinced they are going to go down the field, kick the field goal and win. So what happens? The very next play I end up on the floor. I'm sitting on Jim's lap, and he has his hands around me when it happens, right after they get back from commercial. The pass is intercepted. One of the Jets guys caught the ball and is running it back. Jim stands up and holds his head, which is how I end up on the floor. This time he didn't score, but the Jets were about as close as they were just a couple of minutes ago. When the Jets got a first down, people started teasing Jim about his impending deeds when he lost the bet. I wasn't any better. I whispered in his ear that I had just shaved and that my pussy was “juicy”. I was totally shameless. Finally it was time for the kick. 4 seconds left. The game was about to end. The snap, it was good, the hold, it was good. Or was it, the kick was shanked to the left. Replay shows the hold was good. The kicker just fucked it up.
Jim was elated. The game went to overtime. The Jets got the ball first. They couldn't miss three field goals in a row, could they? They never got the chance. They only got one first down and that just barely. A good punt, but the defense was either too tired or just didn't give a shit anymore. The Steelers got first down after first down. All the while Jim held me very gently. When it came time for the field goal, the Steelers made it easily. Jim lifted me up and took me to his room, to claim his prize, me.
Once we got there he was very nice. He even told me I didn't have to go through with the blow job. But I didn't want to welch on a bet that he made fair and square, and I told him so. So then he said, since it was overtime, which is like a tie, we should sixty-nine. It was very nice, and the first time for me that a guy ate me out. (It was so hard to concentrate on what I was doing; I hope I did a good job) Anyway I guess I did a good enough job, because he came. I was so distracted, I didn't know it was coming and I swallowed. He made sure I came too. He was very sweet. After a while we came downstairs and joined everyone else watching the second game. It was already 14-7 Atlanta leading and they were driving towards another score. I fell asleep for a little during the game while I sat on Jim's lap, his hands holding me against him, my head on his chest.
At halftime I woke up, Jim woke me so he could go pee. This game was pretty boring and no one seemed to want to bet on the Rams to liven it up. Me and Jim, we seemed to be a couple to me, I hope he feels the same way too.
Anyway that was yesterday, today I'm heading back there. PAYTON Manning's game is this afternoon, and I sure want to be there to root him on.
Your little football fan,
Ely
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