Was anyone here ever a male cheerleader? (1 Viewer)

[Saints-Man]

I think my lack of writing skills has cost me my audience.

You CANNOT quit now!

...Now Saints man, finish your damn story already

As you can see, there was over an hour difference b/w these posts. Ihad gone to bed. I am an average story-teller at best( in the written word) and I didn't think anyone was reading. No offense to anyone and no attempt to cause a stir.

 

[Saints-Man]

I'm pretty sure that if I tried to lift any body over 40 pounds over my head I'd pee a little.

Yeah, but at this age, it would be, like, SO worth it!

I HAVE to imagine these guys get all kinds of close ups, slips, feels that the rest of us can only pray to dream about.

It used to be cool to mock the male cheerleaders, but now I'm beginning to think I know why they are always ALWAYS smiling.

I wish I had the balls to do this back in school.Comments and looks be damned, it would be insane the amount of poon you'd pull.

All depends. In a larger co-ed high school, it may be mitigated because there are other objects of derision. In an all allmale HS, you are target #1.

 

[Saints-Man]

I kind of assume male cheerleaders are like male gymnasts; terrific bodies, some are even hot... but 99% are gay NTTIAWWT. So I doubt they are trying to feel up the co-eds while basket tossing them.

If any are not gay they are pulling down some major league tail.

I can not speak about today, but in my years and in the decade or so following HS, this was decidely not the case. We would travel over 100 miles from New Orleans and I never once judged a tryout(anywhere from 150-200) that had a remotely cool looking/non-recruit male cheerleader. With the advancement of many sports over the years(when I was growing up we had football, basketball, track, baseball, that is it), maybe there are more varieties of people now. My friends opened a gymanastics school, so I have come to know a few dozen male gymnasts. That was beyond comprehension in my day.

 

[Saints-Man]

Saints-Man...WAIT!

I was not taking my ball and going home.

 

[Saints-Man]

Cheerleader here. Our school had male cheerleaders for basketball only and the 8 of us who made the tryouts were football players. It definitely had some perks and some drags. All told I would do it again, a great experience. People used to do a double take when they saw my letter jacket with a megaphone chevron sandwiched between the other chevrons but ridicule has never bothered me. My senior year we went to a 3 day cheerleading camp. The camp had 20 squads of girls and 2 squads of boys. It was our 8 guys, a squad of 6 other guys, and almost 200 girls. I learned alot at that camp.

The pain of disappointment awakens again. I always imagined it was like Alyson Hannigan telling stories about band camp.

 

[strykerpks]

My HS cheerleaders weren't much to write home about. Some of them were nice enough to braid their armpit hair before games at least.

And the heifers...oh the humanity :XNow, our pompom team on the other hand...Probably not as entertaining as Saints-Man but....Each year for homecoming, the seniors on the football team got/had to do a pompom routine with them for the pep rally. Really, it was pretty lame. Just a stupid little skit/dance to the Quad City DJs "Come On Ride It". Each of us had a partner. At one point in the skit, the chick was in front of us, we were supposed to grab them underneath their armpits and kind of toss them in the air and they would come down and do the splits. During practice, it became somewhat of a joke to see who could get slapped the most by "missing" and getting some boob. Everyone laughed like a *******.Jenny, my partner, didn't have much up top to grab. She caught on to the joke and after the 3rd or 4th grab by someone, she turned to me, grabbed my hands and placed them firmly on her ####. Loud enough for everyone, she yells "Is this what you guys want?! They're ####### boobs. Get over it!" The boob grabs dwindled for all after that She was also my escort for Homecoming Court. We would both be announced and I was to give her a flower and a kiss and then line up in front of the crowd. Before we were about to go on stage, she said, "You wanna give me tongue up there?"."You don't have the balls" I said"I put your hands on my ####...try me", she said, batting her eyelashes.Lo and behold, as I lean in for the kiss, she wraps her arms around my neck and proceeds to tongue-#### me. I think she licked the back of my throat clean. After I got off stage to many cheers, my mom, who was there to take pictures of the grand march hit me. Later that night, Jenny and I had both shed our dates and hooked up at an afterparty. For a high school chick, she was very good at her craft. Probably one of the better lays I had until my 2nd year in college. GB pompom girls

 

[KnowledgeReignsSupreme]

My HS cheerleaders weren't much to write home about. Some of them were nice enough to braid their armpit hair before games at least.

And the heifers...oh the humanity :X Now, our pompom team on the other hand... Probably not as entertaining as Saints-Man but....Each year for homecoming, the seniors on the football team got/had to do a pompom routine with them for the pep rally. Really, it was pretty lame. Just a stupid little skit/dance to the Quad City DJs "Come On Ride It". Each of us had a partner. At one point in the skit, the chick was in front of us, we were supposed to grab them underneath their armpits and kind of toss them in the air and they would come down and do the splits. During practice, it became somewhat of a joke to see who could get slapped the most by "missing" and getting some boob. Everyone laughed like a *******.Jenny, my partner, didn't have much up top to grab. She caught on to the joke and after the 3rd or 4th grab by someone, she turned to me, grabbed my hands and placed them firmly on her ####. Loud enough for everyone, she yells "Is this what you guys want?! They're ####### boobs. Get over it!" The boob grabs dwindled for all after that She was also my escort for Homecoming Court. We would both be announced and I was to give her a flower and a kiss and then line up in front of the crowd. Before we were about to go on stage, she said, "You wanna give me tongue up there?"."You don't have the balls" I said"I put your hands on my ####...try me", she said, batting her eyelashes.Lo and behold, as I lean in for the kiss, she wraps her arms around my neck and proceeds to tongue-#### me. I think she licked the back of my throat clean. After I got off stage to many cheers, my mom, who was there to take pictures of the grand march hit me. Later that night, Jenny and I had both shed our dates and hooked up at an afterparty. For a high school chick, she was very good at her craft. Probably one of the better lays I had until my 2nd year in college. GB pompom girls

This is what we're looking for here, not novellas.

 

[adonis]

My HS cheerleaders weren't much to write home about. Some of them were nice enough to braid their armpit hair before games at least.

And the heifers...oh the humanity :X Now, our pompom team on the other hand... Probably not as entertaining as Saints-Man but....Each year for homecoming, the seniors on the football team got/had to do a pompom routine with them for the pep rally. Really, it was pretty lame. Just a stupid little skit/dance to the Quad City DJs "Come On Ride It". Each of us had a partner. At one point in the skit, the chick was in front of us, we were supposed to grab them underneath their armpits and kind of toss them in the air and they would come down and do the splits. During practice, it became somewhat of a joke to see who could get slapped the most by "missing" and getting some boob. Everyone laughed like a *******.Jenny, my partner, didn't have much up top to grab. She caught on to the joke and after the 3rd or 4th grab by someone, she turned to me, grabbed my hands and placed them firmly on her ####. Loud enough for everyone, she yells "Is this what you guys want?! They're ####### boobs. Get over it!" The boob grabs dwindled for all after that She was also my escort for Homecoming Court. We would both be announced and I was to give her a flower and a kiss and then line up in front of the crowd. Before we were about to go on stage, she said, "You wanna give me tongue up there?"."You don't have the balls" I said"I put your hands on my ####...try me", she said, batting her eyelashes.Lo and behold, as I lean in for the kiss, she wraps her arms around my neck and proceeds to tongue-#### me. I think she licked the back of my throat clean. After I got off stage to many cheers, my mom, who was there to take pictures of the grand march hit me. Later that night, Jenny and I had both shed our dates and hooked up at an afterparty. For a high school chick, she was very good at her craft. Probably one of the better lays I had until my 2nd year in college. GB pompom girls

This is what we're looking for here, not novellas.

Novellas are OK, as long as they don't leave us hanging.

 

[Saints-Man]

Okay, let me finish the story.

A small detail that I left out was that since I started college, I was the coach for a sorority. Now, THAT is the gig to get. But that is another thread. After XMAS break, we started practicing in UNO's gym, and several times the cheerleaders were practicing at the same time. Pochahontas*(not her real name, and all the names have been changed to protect the innocent and guilty alike) made it a point to come over to talk to me each time. I recognize the possibility she was flirting with me, but I have never been one to have "game" and did not take it for anything more than that.

These girls(and the guys) were a major upgrade over the HS squad. All the girls were good-looking, and some were even HOT(Pochahontas being the hottest by far). And the guys were pretty decent. All fit, coordinated and knew more about cheerleading than any of us in HS did. It was comparing the knowledge of a college professor to a grade school teacher.

One night, after bball practice ended with the girls, Pochahantas asked me to stay around and hang with them. While I am already practicing saying "No" to any invites, I see this as an opportunity to expand my social horizons. Coaching the girls' sorority, I have spent some time with the Greek clubs on campus and I recognize about half the guys, for they are in fraternities.

These people are good. Efficient, some discussion, and having fun doing it. All the drama craziness is at least minimized. We go out for beers after their practice is over and at least at first, they are easy to hang out.

 

[Broncoholic]

I was a Cheerleader my Junior and Senior year. I had a problem with coach and quit football (walked off during practice after being told to take a lap for "faking" injury.)

The summer before my Junior year, a cheerleader friend of mine asked if I could come over to her house and help with some stunts with the other girls. This seemed like a pretty good idea, but I was in no way going to be a cheerleader. As the summer went along I ended up having a pretty good time and even talked some of my other buddies into joining the practices. As time went on somehow I ended up joining the squad.

At the end of summer we went to a week long cheerleader camp at SMU in Dallas. I will never forget the 1st morning of practice we walked to the practice field at sunrise to see 5000 high school girls stretching. At that point I was never going back to football.

We were pretty competitive and took 2nd in state 2 years (Damn you Cherry Creek)

It was pretty tough breaking the news to my old man, but when the squad came over to the house to practice jumps on our trampoline...he came around.

I had a chance to cheer on college, but thought it would interfere with my engineering degree.

 

[sho nuff]

I'm pretty sure that if I tried to lift any body over 40 pounds over my head I'd pee a little.

Yeah, but at this age, it would be, like, SO worth it!

I HAVE to imagine these guys get all kinds of close ups, slips, feels that the rest of us can only pray to dream about.

It used to be cool to mock the male cheerleaders, but now I'm beginning to think I know why they are always ALWAYS smiling.

I wish I had the balls to do this back in school.Comments and looks be damned, it would be insane the amount of poon you'd pull.

All depends. In a larger co-ed high school, it may be mitigated because there are other objects of derision. In an all allmale HS, you are target #1.

Where did the female cheerleaders come from for your all male HS?

 

[Saints-Man]

I thought novellas were what you wanted. Okay...just the hightlights then.

- There are 8 guys on the squad. Two are closeted homosexuals(From what I have heard and seen, in recent years this percentage has greatly increased. I would guess that the average is closer to 75% now). The rest was pretty average guys. Nothing special about them, and I don't ever remember the girls hooking up with any of the guys. At least, not the first squad.

- Of the 8 girls, two are HOT, about 4 are good looking, and 2 are average looking. Pretty nice people on average.

- As far as hijinks, at this level, these people are serious about this. The guys who do this are not looking for ###-grabs or boobie swipes. It is kind of like gay guys thinking "I wish I could be a football player for the ### grabs and the showers!!". I hate to burst your bubble, but it just didn't fly(not at the college level). If you were perceived as being there for other reasons except for cheerleading, you were promptly dismissed from the squad. It happened once.

This guy made the team in my 2nd year. First practice, he was working with Tonya on a stunt where he would throw her up from the ground into the chair. Even though he appeared strong enough & succeeded in the workouts, he wasn't able to get the timing down with Tonya. Every time she came down from a failed attempt, he would geta two-handed full boobie grab. She was reasonably patient with him. About halfway through practice, Tonya huddled with a few of the girls. They pulled the guy aside, and talked to him. He didn't shape up during practice, and they promptly cut him.

Cheerleading is serious business.

 

[Saints-Man]

I'm pretty sure that if I tried to lift any body over 40 pounds over my head I'd pee a little.

Yeah, but at this age, it would be, like, SO worth it!

I HAVE to imagine these guys get all kinds of close ups, slips, feels that the rest of us can only pray to dream about.

It used to be cool to mock the male cheerleaders, but now I'm beginning to think I know why they are always ALWAYS smiling.

I wish I had the balls to do this back in school.Comments and looks be damned, it would be insane the amount of poon you'd pull.

All depends. In a larger co-ed high school, it may be mitigated because there are other objects of derision. In an all allmale HS, you are target #1.

Where did the female cheerleaders come from for your all male HS?

Any other HS that had girls, whether all girls or co-ed, that wanted to try out. In New Orleans, there is a fairly large contigent of Catholic high schools, and these are pretty much the schools of the middle-class and upper middle-class. Back then, they were divided to all-boys schools and all-girl schools.(Some have since gone to co-ed). About a month or so before tryouts, the high school administration would send to any other hs admin that contained girls(both all-girls and co-ed) announcing tryouts. I *assume* that the other HS would just post it and the girls would come. I think over 200 girls tried out for 8 spots. Consistently, over 85% of the girls on the squad would be from these all-girl Catholic HS. Often, the squads consisted entirely of girls from these all-girls Catholic HS. It wasn't restricted to them, and I knew a few girls from the co-ed public HS. They were the exception.

 

[Red Eyed and Blue]

*another large sip...puts down Pete's Wicked Ale*

She is jumping up and down....I am calling Lynn!! I am calling Susan!!! Oh Saints-Man...thank you thank you...

She is hugging me tight. Then I leave, and go by my friend's Steve.

SM: Steve, why did you leave?

Steve: laughs

SM: I thought we were friends!!

Steve: Saints-Man, she was so happy that I told her about you quitting basketball and that I thought you would be a cheerleader that she let me perform oral sex on her!!!(Not actual language used...I am sure you can use your imagination)

SM: So that was the smell in the air?

Steve: I knew you would smell that!!!!! (Steve starts to dance his very happy dance...I am thinking about a gun purchase)

SM: So....I am cheerleader so you could perform oral sex on her?

Steve: Yep....and later tonight...she is giving me a bj!!!

So, my ensnarement into me being a cheerleader got my buddy tastes(literally) of the forbidden fruit, a pleasure that I would not enjoy until college.

*Takes a big sip...*

I'm gonna paypal you a 6-pack of Pete's Wicked Ale for this contribution to the boards. Great stuff here, SM!

 

[Saints-Man]

Continuing, with the highlights only portion of our story.

- Eventually, Pochahontas and I start dating. Now, I am used to New Orleans Catholic HS girls. For the vast majority of these girls at the time, they were very successful goaltenders and not allowing any goals scored. In hockey parlance, their Goals-Against-Average was very low...in the zeroes. There were a only handful of exceptions and those girls used their bartering system to fly first class in social circles, so the unwashed masses such as myself had no chance at them. My first date with Pochahontas, I realize that I have entered a Brave New World.

On our first date, after we moved into the back seat of my Toyota Tercel(I am 6'2"), while no intercourse occurred(we had a difficult enough time manuevering back there as it was), we went at it, resulting in both of us praising our God, and for her several times. Please don't construe this as me bragging about my skills. I was eager to please, but was unskilled. My only previous expeditions on the River of Sexual Joy were solo journeys. I was quite excited that someone else was in the boat with me, and she had the skills & confidence of a captain. The only thing that stopped us was the sunrise. She had practice in a few hours.

The other thing to note is that I have heard, at least in some circles, that some hot girls don't enjoy sex or are still uncomfortable with their bodies. While they are beautiful, some of them either don't realize it or don't believe it. From what I have seen, today's young girls don't have this issue. So, at the time, I found quite the gem.

And man....her body was freaking awesome!!! She was toned EVERYWHERE. Tight butt. Beautiful breasts. Tight abs. If I would encounter those breats now, I would probably assume they were fake. Not hers.

Now, girls learn and/or taught personal grooming. This was not that time. She was natural. She even freaking smelled good. She even TASTED good.

*Thinks is there another beer left in the fridge?*

 

[Saints-Man]

*Another gulp trying to wash away the pain*

There are bad parts too.

Yes, girls do pass gas during stunts...blah, blah, blah

NO!!!!!!!! ....

Yes. You wanted the truth...but can you handle the truth???I will reiterate, the worst part was the lack of feminine hygeine practiced in those days. Girls are so much more advanced these days. Back then, they didn't realize that realize that there bodies were screaming "I am a woman" while their minds were saying "I am still a girl".

It wasn't peaches and cream my friend.

 

[Red Eyed and Blue]

Cheerleader here. Our school had male cheerleaders for basketball only and the 8 of us who made the tryouts were football players. It definitely had some perks and some drags. All told I would do it again, a great experience. People used to do a double take when they saw my letter jacket with a megaphone chevron sandwiched between the other chevrons but ridicule has never bothered me. My senior year we went to a 3 day cheerleading camp. The camp had 20 squads of girls and 2 squads of boys. It was our 8 guys, a squad of 6 other guys, and almost 200 girls. I learned alot at that camp.

A lot about love and a little bout women?

 

[Red Eyed and Blue]

My HS cheerleaders weren't much to write home about. Some of them were nice enough to braid their armpit hair before games at least.

I didn't know you grew up in Oregon.

 

[tiger3251]

No...I played football

 

[Red Eyed and Blue]

My HS cheerleaders weren't much to write home about. Some of them were nice enough to braid their armpit hair before games at least.

And the heifers...oh the humanity :X

Now, our pompom team on the other hand...

Probably not as entertaining as Saints-Man but....

Each year for homecoming, the seniors on the football team got/had to do a pompom routine with them for the pep rally. Really, it was pretty lame. Just a stupid little skit/dance to the Quad City DJs "Come On Ride It". Each of us had a partner. At one point in the skit, the chick was in front of us, we were supposed to grab them underneath their armpits and kind of toss them in the air and they would come down and do the splits. During practice, it became somewhat of a joke to see who could get slapped the most by "missing" and getting some boob. Everyone laughed like a *******.

Jenny, my partner, didn't have much up top to grab. She caught on to the joke and after the 3rd or 4th grab by someone, she turned to me, grabbed my hands and placed them firmly on her ####. Loud enough for everyone, she yells "Is this what you guys want?! They're ####### boobs. Get over it!" The boob grabs dwindled for all after that

She was also my escort for Homecoming Court. We would both be announced and I was to give her a flower and a kiss and then line up in front of the crowd. Before we were about to go on stage, she said, "You wanna give me tongue up there?".

"You don't have the balls" I said

"I put your hands on my ####...try me", she said, batting her eyelashes.

Lo and behold, as I lean in for the kiss, she wraps her arms around my neck and proceeds to tongue-#### me. I think she licked the back of my throat clean. After I got off stage to many cheers, my mom, who was there to take pictures of the grand march hit me.

Later that night, Jenny and I had both shed our dates and hooked up at an afterparty. For a high school chick, she was very good at her craft. Probably one of the better lays I had until my 2nd year in college. GB pompom girls

This thread has restored my faith in the FFA. Nice work, guys.

 

[Red Eyed and Blue]

*Another gulp trying to wash away the pain*

There are bad parts too.

Yes, girls do pass gas during stunts...blah, blah, blah

no

Yes. You wanted the truth...but can you handle the truth???I will reiterate, the worst part was the lack of feminine hygeine practiced in those days. Girls are so much more advanced these days. Back then, they didn't realize that realize that there bodies were screaming "I am a woman" while their minds were saying "I am still a girl".

It wasn't peaches and cream my friend.

No, I really wasn't ready for the truth here.All the same, great job! Stop selling your writing short, too.

 

[KnowledgeReignsSupreme]

A thread about male cheerleaders just doesn't seem right without Woz.

 

[Saints-Man]

*I think I should at least until noon to start drinking again*

- For this first cheerleading year, LIFE WAS AWESOME!!!! I was still coaching the sorority girls in basketball and baseball and having a full social calendar associated with that, and I was dating Pochahontas.

She was a great athelete, and quite strong. Let me give you an example. I think you have seen this gymnast move. They have two feet on the floor, spring forward into a handstand, then back to two feet on the floor, and they keep going. Have you seen this? Well, a complete 360 counts as 1. I believe this moved was called a flip-flop(at least that is what we called it). This was freaking amazing to me.

I really don't know how it was arranged, but at a basketball game, one person from each squad would compete. She wiped everyone off the floor. I know it is gymnastics, but I appreciated this because this wasn't a "beauty pageant" event. All that would count is how many you did. It was objective. No style points. You either completed the a revolution or you didn't.

I remember it vividly(for another reason that I will share in a moment). The visiting team would start. It was versus the Southern Miss Golden Eagles. Their girl was petite and cute. She starts and she does four. Four may not sound like much, but the athleticism involved is quite impressive. Pochahantas responds and does five. Now the crowd starts getting into it. The Golden Eagle then eeks out six. Pochahantas responds with seven. It is not intentionally a step-up to build tension, Pochahontas was a competitor and did as many as she could to demoralize the opposition. These things are freaking difficult. Also, this is not being done on a gymnastics mat, which as some give to it.. This is done on a basketball court with its extremely hard surface. Now, the crowd is into this full swing. Half-way thru Pochahontas 2nd attempt, the crowd is counting the revolutions out loud.

Somehow, the Southern Miss cheerleader barely manages eight. Her last two revolutions are slow and deliberate. The crowd is counting her entire run. The place was rocking. Hell, this is more exciting than the basketball game, and its freaking gymnastics. Now it is time for Pochanatas. The gym is not that large(I think capacity was 1500) and I usually sat somewhere near the cheerleaders. I remember her glancing at me, and just as a nervous gesture, I pat my left hand to my mouth(just a tick, nothing suggestive) and give her a warm smile. She winks at me and then starts her run.

She is freaking flying!!!! The crowd counts....one, two, three, four, five..six...seven.....eitht.......nine!!!!! Freaking nine!!! The crowd goes absolutely wild!!!! The other girls comes out and gives her a hug, a symbol that the competition is done. What excitement!!! What a performance!!!

*It is past noon.....cracks open the beer*

 

[Sand]

*Opens another beer...the tragedy portion of our story is nearing an end. Then the Phoenix of redemption*

That is all prelude...the season is such a grind.

Remember, while the girls want the guys, they don't want male cheerleader guys. The want the atheletes. Again, remember, this is an all-boys HS.

Then you have to attend pep rallys. Remember pep rallys? Soooooooooooo lame. Now close your eyes...now they are all looking at you. The boredom. The disgust. The borderline hate.

You know how it is...once you have grabbed a girls but literally hundreds of times, the novelty wears off. You want more. After a few hundred boobie scrapes...you are aching for a grab. You have seen these girls at all stages, and most of them ARE NOT pretty. The moodiness. The back stabbing. The drama. The crying. OMG, the crying!!!!

We basically only cheared for two sports. Football and basketball. And to these girls, this is SERIOUS. You are yelling "Go, [insert team name] Go!!! literally hundreds of times. Plus, these particular girls don't understand the sports. They are yelling defense when we have the ball. They call a pyramid a key time in the game, sometimes partially blocking the view of the crowd. Uggggghhhhhh.

Offer suggestions? Surely, you jest. I have to admit the team captain was a reasonable girl, but she just didn't get it. We were always off. If if we were right, who really cares? Unless the girls were hot, do you remember your HS cheerleaders? Oh.. and they thought they were the belle of the ball. Were the girls good looking? Yes. Two of eight were actually very nice with whom I became friends. Strict, practicing Catholic girls however. Any other fringe benefits? Nada. Zip. Bupkis.

Before cheerleading, I was in the middle of the pack as far as social importance. I had my group of friends, and it was cool. Not exhalted, but not hated either. Well, that surely changed. And certainly not for the better. Teachers mocked me. Nerdy freaking HS teachers mocked me!!! The wanna be coach who was always beat up as a kid? Mocked me.

Actually, the only one who didn't was the HS wrestling coach. He liked to mess with me, but never about that. Once, a kid bad mouthed about me in class and the wrestling coach tore him a new one. Sweet. One ally. One freaking ally.

Mercifully, HS cheerleading came to an end. God is a good God!!!!! Overall, a bad experience. Yes, a few butt grabs, but it was so amatuer hour. Being around that many teenagers when they run the asylum is a recipe for disaster and public shame. But there was sweetness afoot...

*Blows out...and takes a slip...a smile comes to my face*

What HS was this?

 

[Saints-Man]

...What HS was this?

Brother Martin. Is it known to you, Sand?

 

[Saints-Man]

Who messed up the horizontal spacing????

 

[Saints-Man]

My HS cheerleaders weren't much to write home about. Some of them were nice enough to braid their armpit hair before games at least.

And the heifers...oh the humanity :X

Now, our pompom team on the other hand...

Probably not as entertaining as Saints-Man but....

Each year for homecoming, the seniors on the football team got/had to do a pompom routine with them for the pep rally. Really, it was pretty lame. Just a stupid little skit/dance to the Quad City DJs "Come On Ride It". Each of us had a partner. At one point in the skit, the chick was in front of us, we were supposed to grab them underneath their armpits and kind of toss them in the air and they would come down and do the splits. During practice, it became somewhat of a joke to see who could get slapped the most by "missing" and getting some boob. Everyone laughed like a *******.

Jenny, my partner, didn't have much up top to grab. She caught on to the joke and after the 3rd or 4th grab by someone, she turned to me, grabbed my hands and placed them firmly on her ####. Loud enough for everyone, she yells "Is this what you guys want?! They're ####### boobs. Get over it!" The boob grabs dwindled for all after that

She was also my escort for Homecoming Court. We would both be announced and I was to give her a flower and a kiss and then line up in front of the crowd. Before we were about to go on stage, she said, "You wanna give me tongue up there?".

"You don't have the balls" I said

"I put your hands on my ####...try me", she said, batting her eyelashes.

Lo and behold, as I lean in for the kiss, she wraps her arms around my neck and proceeds to tongue-#### me. I think she licked the back of my throat clean. After I got off stage to many cheers, my mom, who was there to take pictures of the grand march hit me.

Later that night, Jenny and I had both shed our dates and hooked up at an afterparty. For a high school chick, she was very good at her craft. Probably one of the better lays I had until my 2nd year in college. GB pompom girls

This thread has restored my faith in the FFA. Nice work, guys.

That was awesome(I am envious too).

 

[Socrates11]

*I think I should at least until noon to start drinking again*

- For this first cheerleading year, LIFE WAS AWESOME!!!! I was still coaching the sorority girls in basketball and baseball and having a full social calendar associated with that, and I was dating Pochahontas.

She was a great athelete, and quite strong. Let me give you an example. I think you have seen this gymnast move. They have two feet on the floor, spring forward into a handstand, then back to two feet on the floor, and they keep going. Have you seen this? Well, a complete 360 counts as 1. I believe this moved was called a flip-flop(at least that is what we called it). This was freaking amazing to me.

I really don't know how it was arranged, but at a basketball game, one person from each squad would compete. She wiped everyone off the floor. I know it is gymnastics, but I appreciated this because this wasn't a "beauty pageant" event. All that would count is how many you did. It was objective. No style points. You either completed the a revolution or you didn't.

I remember it vividly(for another reason that I will share in a moment). The visiting team would start. It was versus the Southern Miss Golden Eagles. Their girl was petite and cute. She starts and she does four. Four may not sound like much, but the athleticism involved is quite impressive. Pochahantas responds and does five. Now the crowd starts getting into it. The Golden Eagle then eeks out six. Pochahantas responds with seven. It is not intentionally a step-up to build tension, Pochahontas was a competitor and did as many as she could to demoralize the opposition. These things are freaking difficult. Also, this is not being done on a gymnastics mat, which as some give to it.. This is done on a basketball court with its extremely hard surface. Now, the crowd is into this full swing. Half-way thru Pochahontas 2nd attempt, the crowd is counting the revolutions out loud.

Somehow, the Southern Miss cheerleader barely manages eight. Her last two revolutions are slow and deliberate. The crowd is counting her entire run. The place was rocking. Hell, this is more exciting than the basketball game, and its freaking gymnastics. Now it is time for Pochanatas. The gym is not that large(I think capacity was 1500) and I usually sat somewhere near the cheerleaders. I remember her glancing at me, and just as a nervous gesture, I pat my left hand to my mouth(just a tick, nothing suggestive) and give her a warm smile. She winks at me and then starts her run.

She is freaking flying!!!! The crowd counts....one, two, three, four, five..six...seven.....eitht.......nine!!!!! Freaking nine!!! The crowd goes absolutely wild!!!! The other girls comes out and gives her a hug, a symbol that the competition is done. What excitement!!! What a performance!!!

*It is past noon.....cracks open the beer*

I hope you married this girl.

 

[Saints-Man]

....I hope you married this girl.

This novella will reveal all my friend. Actually, it has some similarity to a few recent threads of the FFA.

 

[QUEZILLA]

My only previous expeditions on the River of Sexual Joy were solo journeys. I was quite excited that someone else was in the boat with me, and she had the skills & confidence of a captain. The only thing that stopped us was the sunrise. She had practice in a few hours.

So you didn't lose your virginity until Freshman year of college?

 

[adonis]

....I hope you married this girl.

This novella will reveal all my friend. Actually, it has some similarity to a few recent threads of the FFA.

She turned out to be bat-#### crazy?On a camping trip, she disappeared in the bathroom with Steve?The entire thing is a fishing trip?You got married, but later found her chatting with random strangers online and she decided to become a swinger?She was on the rebound and was just using you?

 

[deep vacuum]

SM, if you never post another post, your time here will be remembered fondly by many FBG's. Thank you.

 

[identikit]

SM, if you never post another post, your time here will be remembered foundly by many FBG's. Thank you.

ditto

 

[Tiger Fan]

...What HS was this?

Brother Martin. Is it known to you, Sand?

Home of esteemed alumnae Richard Simmons.Dead serious

 

[Ditkaless Wonders]

*I think I should at least until noon to start drinking again*

- For this first cheerleading year, LIFE WAS AWESOME!!!! I was still coaching the sorority girls in basketball and baseball and having a full social calendar associated with that, and I was dating Pochahontas.

She was a great athelete, and quite strong. Let me give you an example. I think you have seen this gymnast move. They have two feet on the floor, spring forward into a handstand, then back to two feet on the floor, and they keep going. Have you seen this? Well, a complete 360 counts as 1. I believe this moved was called a flip-flop(at least that is what we called it). This was freaking amazing to me.

I really don't know how it was arranged, but at a basketball game, one person from each squad would compete. She wiped everyone off the floor. I know it is gymnastics, but I appreciated this because this wasn't a "beauty pageant" event. All that would count is how many you did. It was objective. No style points. You either completed the a revolution or you didn't.

I remember it vividly(for another reason that I will share in a moment). The visiting team would start. It was versus the Southern Miss Golden Eagles. Their girl was petite and cute. She starts and she does four. Four may not sound like much, but the athleticism involved is quite impressive. Pochahantas responds and does five. Now the crowd starts getting into it. The Golden Eagle then eeks out six. Pochahantas responds with seven. It is not intentionally a step-up to build tension, Pochahontas was a competitor and did as many as she could to demoralize the opposition. These things are freaking difficult. Also, this is not being done on a gymnastics mat, which as some give to it.. This is done on a basketball court with its extremely hard surface. Now, the crowd is into this full swing. Half-way thru Pochahontas 2nd attempt, the crowd is counting the revolutions out loud.

Somehow, the Southern Miss cheerleader barely manages eight. Her last two revolutions are slow and deliberate. The crowd is counting her entire run. The place was rocking. Hell, this is more exciting than the basketball game, and its freaking gymnastics. Now it is time for Pochanatas. The gym is not that large(I think capacity was 1500) and I usually sat somewhere near the cheerleaders. I remember her glancing at me, and just as a nervous gesture, I pat my left hand to my mouth(just a tick, nothing suggestive) and give her a warm smile. She winks at me and then starts her run.

She is freaking flying!!!! The crowd counts....one, two, three, four, five..six...seven.....eitht.......nine!!!!! Freaking nine!!! The crowd goes absolutely wild!!!! The other girls comes out and gives her a hug, a symbol that the competition is done. What excitement!!! What a performance!!!

*It is past noon.....cracks open the beer*

Elaborate please. Were these sweaty beauties of equal height and build, frontal or sideways approach to the hug, lingering?

 

[Sand]

...What HS was this?

Brother Martin. Is it known to you, Sand?

Home of esteemed alumnae Richard Simmons.Dead serious

And, don't forget the brother school in Biloxi's most famous graduate was Fidel Castro.BTW Saints-Man - Class of '89. I'd say I know the school a tad.

 

[ditka85]

SM, when are you releasing the paperback version?

 

[KnowledgeReignsSupreme]

Getting better.

 

[Saints-Man]

*Puts coffee cup away. Decides to class up the Pete's Wicked Ale by pouring it in a beer stein. Life is good*

Okay...here is the background to and follow-up to my previous story.

Pochahontas took great pride in her skill. Quite warranted IMO. It is important to note that this is a time before cell phones, a time before the internet. Information traveled more slowly. And this was a pretty narrow world. However, as I would learn later, Pochahontas had developed quite the reputation for her achievements. While there was no score card as I recall, she had developed the reputation as the one to beat. I knew nothing of this.

We dated exclusively, at least at times, but I had a full social calendar with my sorority "work". I was known as their little-brother, a pass-around. I would help the sorority with all their various activities...setting up for parties, helping them with any volunteer work, tutoring a few of them in math. As would surface many times in our future, Pochahontas was quite jealous of my association with the sorority.

The point of the above is that we would see each other alot, but we were not glued to each other's side. Sometimes I would see her before games, sometimes not. This particular day of the events I posted previously, I had just finished some computer time(these are the days of a central computing facility and you had to schedule time) and was going to head home(I lived less than 10 minutes from campus at my parent's house...remember, this is a commuter school), and one of the frat guys I knew found me and told me that Pochahontas was looking for me. Kind of odd...but no biggie. So I head over to the gym.

It is an hour before the game. The teams are in a shoot-around and the cheerleaders are doing some warm-ups. She sees me and makes a beeline for me. I have no idea whats up.

She tells me she needs to talk to me. Now, a little about her personality. She didn't discuss her "feelings". We didn't spend hours talking about our "relationship". She almost had a guys personality. It was all fun and games and maybe how someone pissed her off that day.

She leads me outside, which I find kind of strange. Of course, my first thought is,"I didn't do anything". But she doesn't seem angry. So we walk to my car and start talking, but we are just leaning on the outside. Our conversation proceeds something as follows:

P: Saints-Man, I am nervous.

SM: You? Nervous about what?

P: So-and-so tonight. She is pretty good.

SM: What are you talking about?

P: The flip-flop contest!! (Like I am supposed to know what this was...but I quickly put two-and-two together)

SM: You are more than "pretty" good. You are very good.

P: I have heard some people think she is going to beat me.(This surprises me...we have been dating for several months and this is the first inkling I have seen of self-doubt in her).

SM: Doesn't matter what other people think. I have seen you do this. I haven't seen anyone come close to you.(I am officially in coach-speak mode now...I never realized that people paid any attention to this whatsoever.

P: She's different.

SM: How do you know?

P: I have heard.

SM: I think you are going to wipe the floor with her. I have never seen anyone come close to you. I think she is solely fighting for 2nd place. You are great under these pressure situations.(This is not a stereotypical whiny female conversation. She is expressing some pre-game jitters, and is not just fishing for a compliment. It was just the tone of the conversation)

P: I just don't know why I am nervous.

SM: Probably because this is the first time someone is even in your league. But you are still valedictorian.(Complete and utter coach-speak...I have no idea what I am talking about). Haven't you experienced nerves before?

P: No, just excitement.(Which is consistent with our sexy time. I was greatly enjoying our physical relationship, but this was my first sexual relationship and I was still enjoying the newness of it, so experimentation was not contemplated. She was occasionally not in the mood, but that was rare and there were no games. Quite refreshing and different from subsequent intimate relationships)

SM: Well, if I were you I would either just ride out the nerves or find a way to break the tension.

P: How do you do it?

SM: Well, I usually ride out the nerves. However, there were a few times that I ....(stop thinking about how to put this)

P: That you?

SM: masturbated a few hours before a game to relieve the tension(I had learned by that time that this was a very bad idea that I lost my energy - Orgasms weaken legs - but I was under the gun and didn't have time for a dissertation on the pros and cons)

P: Do we have time?

Time for some editorial comment. I will fully admit I was not, and am still not, a player. I wasn't close to being a player. I got along well with women. Women were and are comfortable with me, mainly because I was not in full-blown heat seeking mode at every moment. This modus operandi has cost me quite a few opportunities to get laid. I fully acknowledge that. I realize some my question my manhood. I fully acknowledge that also. Now, I realize that this admission may get me banned from this board due to my falling far short of FBG standards. But it was, and still is, true. That being posted, I was caught COMPLETELY off guard. You have to consider my background of growing up around practicing Catholic girls. However, making my father proud in this area for the first time in my life...my brain responded in an acceptable time frame.

SM: Not for me, but I think we do for you. Get in the car.

For those of you familiar with UNO, the parking lot to the gym(Not the UNO Arena, but the gym) is VERY small. Mabye 100 cars, and it was a simple rectangle. No place to hide. People were arriving for the game and no car in the parking lot was safe from observers.

So, it was a short ride to the Lakefront, less than ten minutes. Now...she is in full uniform. Off come the tights(the underwear if you will, but it is not shear). Saints-Man rises to the occasion and with the danger of being caught and the full blown eroticism, was able to diddle her to orgasm with a little time to spare. She was unquestionably the best peforming sexual partner I have ever had.

We are both fully aware of the mission here. After a brief post-orgasm embrace, the conversation:

SM: Feel better?

P: Yes....that was great.

SM: How are your nerves?

P: Great. I feel good.

SM: Well, we need to get you to that basketball game.

And there I was, Batman driving the Batmobile, my mission accomplished.

During the game, when I absentmindedly had tapped my left hand on my mouth, I could still smell "her". That is why I smiled.

We went out for a while after the game with the other cheerleaders. Eventually, we made it back to her apartment. It was a great night, probably the greatnest night of sex in my life. Oral sex galore, mixed in with intercourse and my first experience with doggy-style(non-anal) sex. We went at it until the sun shown in her apartment signaling a new day. Then, we collapsed, completely satiated. We slept through our morning classes. And I couldn't give a rat's ### about it.

That day has long lived in the spank bank.

*Nice long satisfy sip from my stein*

 

[Saints-Man]

My only previous expeditions on the River of Sexual Joy were solo journeys. I was quite excited that someone else was in the boat with me, and she had the skills & confidence of a captain. The only thing that stopped us was the sunrise. She had practice in a few hours.

So you didn't lose your virginity until Freshman year of college?

Yes, this is true. Like I posted previously, I was not, and am not, a player. Plus, I think I am older than you and the world in which we lived was quite different. Anyway, if I would lie about it, would not I say it happened much earlier?

 

[Saints-Man]

....I hope you married this girl.

This novella will reveal all my friend. Actually, it has some similarity to a few recent threads of the FFA.

She turned out to be bat-#### crazy?On a camping trip, she disappeared in the bathroom with Steve?The entire thing is a fishing trip?You got married, but later found her chatting with random strangers online and she decided to become a swinger?She was on the rebound and was just using you?

Patience, Adonis. Just like our economy will not recover overnight, this too requires a little patience. The only reason I stopped last night is because I thought no one was interested. Now that people are interested, I will finish.

 

[Saints-Man]

SM, if you never post another post, your time here will be remembered fondly by many FBG's. Thank you.

I appreciate the sentiments, dv, but I doubt if that is true.

 

[Saints-Man]

...What HS was this?

Brother Martin. Is it known to you, Sand?

Home of esteemed alumnae Richard Simmons.Dead serious

I thought Simmons went to Jesuit? I know Harry Connick went to Jesuit, and I thought Simmons did too.

 

[Tough As Nails]

Well done. Welllll done.

 

[Saints-Man]

...Elaborate please. Were these sweaty beauties of equal height and build, frontal or sideways approach to the hug, lingering?

As I endeavor to be truthful, it was a standard hug as you would see any competitors give each other at the end of battle. Full frontal, but nothing sexy about it. Very prosaic, standard fare.Typical girl hug. Shoulders touched, but hips slung back. Only reason for boobage contact is that Pochahontas was very well endowed.

 

[TheAristocrat]

Great story

ETA: Thanks, SM.

 

[Saints-Man]

...What HS was this?

Brother Martin. Is it known to you, Sand?

Home of esteemed alumnae Richard Simmons.Dead serious

And, don't forget the brother school in Biloxi's most famous graduate was Fidel Castro.BTW Saints-Man - Class of '89. I'd say I know the school a tad.

Do you mean St. Stanislaus in Pass Chritian? I didn't know that Castro went there.Nice to meet a fellow Crusader. From some of your posts, I knew you were from New Orleans but I didn't realize that you were from there. In your time, were the esteem or lack thereof afforded to the male cheerleaders consistent with my experience?Was Conlin still the head coach while you were there?

 

[Mrs. BSR]

FINISH THE STORY!!

 

[Saints-Man]

SM, when are you releasing the paperback version?

This is an Internet special only....brought to you exclusively by Footballguys!!!I wonder if this will be somewhere in the marketing brochure?

 

[fatguyinalittlecoat]

Can GM edit his NOOOOO!!!! post so the formatting isn't all screwy? It's like he took a dump on a Picasso.