Quarterback King

The nurse giggled, settling her manicured hand on her hip expectantly. “Really? Well, excuse me for trying to make small talk. Am I boring you, stud?” She moved in a bit closer as she spoke, looking up at him flirtatiously from behind her mask.

The quarterback licked his lips as he looked over the nurse. "Definitely not anything boring here," he told her honestly. He stepped forward and rested his hands on her hips, his fingers ghosting over her ass. "But if you can look me in the eye and tell me you weren't hoping for more with that little stunt with the ghost, I'll leave you alone."

Megan felt along his appendage. It really was pretty big. “I think I want to see it erupt,” she decided after a moment. She knelt down for better access, taking the tip into her mouth and sucking on it roughly.

The quarterback barely held back his laughter at the word erupt. It totally caught him off guard, but after a second's thought, he actually really liked the image it created in his head. "Oh, fuck yeah," he said, and as she got started, he added, "No teeth."

He was a believer in trying anything once, and what better way to try the treats than with another? "Mummy fingers it is," Westley said as he reached out to take one from the plate. He examined it for just a moment before finally bringing it to his mouth and taking a bite from it. "Not bad at all." He said once he'd swallowed the bite in his mouth.

The quarterback grabbed his own finger and bit down on it around the knuckle, curious how it would taste. The carbs exploded on his tongue, and he grinned as he chewed and swallowed it down. "Oh yeah, I could eat those any day."

“Ew, eyeballs!” The quarterback held a cup of grapes disguised as eyeballs out to the person next to him, hoping to gross them out. He popped one into his mouth. “Mm, squishy!”

Having extensive experience with all things anatomical, the scantily-clad nurse wasn’t the least bit grossed out by the cup eyeballs the hunky football player presented her. Giggling, she plucked one up between her manicured nails and popped it into her mouth. “I’d have thought someone as tough as you would have the stomach to match. This is nothing compared to some of the things I’ve seen come into the E.R.”

The quarterback nodded, impressed, as the nurse easily ate one of the eyeballs he’d offered to her. “I bet,” he said. “They actually taste pretty good, don’t they?” He looked over the table. “Anything here look too stomach-turning to you?”

“Mm, they do…” The nurse agreed, smacking her lips together before casting a glance across the table of refreshments before them. “These look yummy.” She said, reaching for a banana, cut in half to look like a ghost, with dots of chocolate for the eyes and mouth. Keeping her gaze on the athlete, she slowly sucked the banana into her mouth before taking a dainty bite and swallowing. “Bananas make for a great pre or post workout snack, you know. But I’m sure you don’t need me to educate you on nutrition as it pertains to fitness, looking the way you do…”

The quarterback raised an eyebrow at the nurse as she ate the ghost, clearly knowing exactly what she was doing to him. “I do recall something about that,” he said, “but that hardly seems like the most important topic of conversation right now…”

Ross tried the need to be cool like the rest of the people who was there, but truth was he was failing and needed to do something about that. "Fine. Let me have one, but I'm totally blame it on you if I get stomach sick!"

"No way, man, this is totally your decision," the quarterback said with a laugh. He held the cup of eyeballs out to Ross. "I've had a couple and they're sitting just fine with me."

Ross looked suspiciously at the cup and shrugged. "What the heck. It's a party after all, right?" he said to the other guy and grabbed one of the eyeballs and quickly put it in his mouth before he changed his mind. He was surprised to find it wasn't half bad. "Oh! Yum! You were right, dude. Not so bad." He checked out what the guy was wearing. "So you're a quarterback at this school?"

The quarterback watched curiously as Ross finally ate one of the eyeballs. “Not bad at all,” he agreed. He waved a hand down his body at the e bits of uniform he was actually wearing. “I am, yeah. Pretty good at huddling and tackling, if you know what I mean.”

"Yeah, like alligators and stuff. I guess because we eat chicken pretty regularly, we decide other things taste like it? But maybe chicken tastes like alligator." The quarterback laughed and looked around the food spread out on the table. "Anything you'd recommend?"

Westley supposed that reasoning was as good as any. It made enough sense, at least. "Perhaps that's the reason." He mused softly. "I've not had anything over here other than what you've offered me." He said as he let his gaze travel along the table. "Shall we continue to be adventurous together and try something more?"

“Sounds good to me.” The quarterback shrugged and began to slowly walk down the table, grabbing two of a couple of different treats to put on his plate. He held the plate out for his new friend to see. “Anything else you’d like to try? The mummy fingers look baller.”

The quarterback snorted and shook his head but let it go. "The sweet and salty combo's pretty good," he agreed as he took a bite of his own spider. "The party? You know. Fun. Sex. Wherever the night takes me. What about you?"

Front man agreed on what the quaterback said about the snack "Yeah, if you think so" they sighed and looked around the room "I was looking for candidates for my game, but I don't think this is the best place to find them. So, yes, wherever the night takes me" they nodded.

“What sort of game?” the quarterback asked, curiosity piquing his interest. “I can usually be talked into some sort of game, as long as it’s fun. What’ve I got to do?”

“Magnificent,” Megan said in amusement, her hands traveling over his abs and finally down to his cock. She held onto it teasingly as she licked at his abs with a giggle. “You won’t catch me complaining.”

The quarterback licked his lips when Megan took him into her hand. "You really do like it hot, don't you?" he teased. "You sure you know what you're doing with something that big?"

“Oh what? Like it’s gonna do a back flip?” she teased back. She kept hold on him, though he was certainly too big for her slender hand to possibly grip all of him. She licked up his stomach to his chest. “I suppose you may have a point though. You might have to teach me a thing or two.”

“You never know,” the quarterback replied with a smug grin. He let out a low moan as she focused on his abs. “Mm, I can teach you if you want. Go ahead and do what feels good to you and I’ll tell you what to do next.”

“Ew, eyeballs!” The quarterback held a cup of grapes disguised as eyeballs out to the person next to him, hoping to gross them out. He popped one into his mouth. “Mm, squishy!”

Having extensive experience with all things anatomical, the scantily-clad nurse wasn’t the least bit grossed out by the cup eyeballs the hunky football player presented her. Giggling, she plucked one up between her manicured nails and popped it into her mouth. “I’d have thought someone as tough as you would have the stomach to match. This is nothing compared to some of the things I’ve seen come into the E.R.”

The quarterback nodded, impressed, as the nurse easily ate one of the eyeballs he’d offered to her. “I bet,” he said. “They actually taste pretty good, don’t they?” He looked over the table. “Anything here look too stomach-turning to you?”

“Magnificent,” Megan said in amusement, her hands traveling over his abs and finally down to his cock. She held onto it teasingly as she licked at his abs with a giggle. “You won’t catch me complaining.”

The quarterback licked his lips when Megan took him into her hand. "You really do like it hot, don't you?" he teased. "You sure you know what you're doing with something that big?"

“You are so right,” she nodded with a smirk. Megan pulled her dress over her head, leaving her in panties and bare chested. She worked at his shorts too, loosening them and pulling them down.

The quarterback took a step back to watch Megan undress herself, and he didn't protest at all when she started pulling down his shorts. He didn't have anything on underneath, and he smirked at her when his cock was revealed. "Like what you see?" he asked, flexing his abs as he showed off for her.

Front man nodded "I'm a powerful man, I must eat the best" they simply replied and then they grabbed the oreo or 'spider' as the other called it. They took a bite and nodded "It's quite... good" they replied, taking another bite of the sugary good. "What brings you to this party?"

The quarterback snorted and shook his head but let it go. "The sweet and salty combo's pretty good," he agreed as he took a bite of his own spider. "The party? You know. Fun. Sex. Wherever the night takes me. What about you?"

"They are." He confirmed, and he gave an amused chuckle at the man's words and how he'd expected them to taste like chicken. "I can't say I would have thought of chicken either." He admitted. "I do suppose I've heard people talk about odd food tasting like chicken... to be honest... I do wonder why chicken was universally decided to be the taste of choice in those instances."

"Yeah, like alligators and stuff. I guess because we eat chicken pretty regularly, we decide other things taste like it? But maybe chicken tastes like alligator." The quarterback laughed and looked around the food spread out on the table. "Anything you'd recommend?"

"They're so good!" She laughed putting another eyeball into her mouth feeling the popping sensation. "Did you try the intestines yet?"

"There's intestines?" the quarterback asked, looking around the table to see if he could find them. When he did, he put some onto a plate and then popped one into his mouth, slurping it up. "Oh, that's delicious, too!"

Ross tried the need to be cool like the rest of the people who was there, but truth was he was failing and needed to do something about that. "Fine. Let me have one, but I'm totally blame it on you if I get stomach sick!"

"No way, man, this is totally your decision," the quarterback said with a laugh. He held the cup of eyeballs out to Ross. "I've had a couple and they're sitting just fine with me."

“Well,” she twirled her hair in her finger. “I believe taking clothes off can let up some heat. Though I enjoy hot, so we’ll have to make up for the loss of heat somehow.”

The quarterback slid his hand down his bare torso. "I guess I could lose the shorts," he teased. "You, however, are wearing far too much. I could easily think of some fun ways to warm you up."

They waited until the quaterback gave his opinion about the sort of snack he had picked "Very tangerine" they added with a node "I'm used to eating caviar and more elaborate food than this" they explained the other male with some sort of distate in their voice. "What about you? Have you fun any other fun food, apart from the 'eyes'?" they asked.

"Well, aren't you fancy," the quarterback said. "I'm good with whatever's put in front of me, usually." He looked around at the table and grabbed an oreo with some pretzels sticking out of it. "This spider looks kind of cool," he said, "unless it's too low-brow for you."