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Was anyone here ever a male cheerleader? (2 Viewers)

This story was so good that we all completely glossed over the fact that Pocahontas threatened to break another chick's legs. :lmao: :lmao: :shock:And I totally concur with the other post that SM truly got the best of what Pocahontas had to offer. She sounds like a completely bat#### crazy chick.
I left out some details about her life. There were things that happened to her in her life that she was forced to grow up fast. Did you notice that an 18/19 year old was living in her own apartment, while a attending a commuter school? That story belongs to her. It is not my story to tell, but let's just say difficulty in her life sprang on her early. Nothing tragic, but difficult nonetheless.That is why I can look back on our time together with no judgement and no anger. She had her challenges, and I had mine. We were two kids trying to find our way. Our paths crossed, and while it burned hot for a while, there was collateral damage. It makes for an entertaining yarn, a little life wisdom, and nothing more. And a valuable lesson: Cheerleading is serious business!
The story continues. Please don't let this die. :popcorn:
No can do. Not my story to tell. I only know bits of it anyway, and I would be projecting my thougths and emotions on her life and her state of mind that I have no real knowledge. That would be unfair to her.Here, I have relayed this story as it happened to me. I relayed the events as I experienced them. I never attempted to discern her character or her thought process.
It's cool. I already have sense of satisfaction and I didn't do anything
:scared:
 
She had her challenges, and I had mine. We were two kids trying to find our way. Our paths crossed, and while it burned hot for a while, there was collateral damage.
I was a little too tallCouldve used a few poundsTight pants points hardly reknownShe was a black-haired beauty with big dark eyesAnd points all her own sitting way up highWay up firm and highOut past the cornfields where the woods got heavyOut in the back seat of my 60 chevyWorkin on mysteries without any cluesWorkin on our night movesTryin to make some front page drive-in newsWorkin on our night movesIn the summertimeIn the sweet summertimeWe werent in love, oh no, far from itWe werent searchin for some pie in the sky summitWe were just young and restless and boredLivin by the swordAnd wed steal away every chance we couldTo the backroom, to the alley or the trusty woodsI used her, she used meBut neither one caredWe were gettin our shareWorkin on our night movesTryin to lose the awkward teenage bluesWorkin on our night movesAnd it was summertimeAnd oh the wonderWe felt the lightningAnd we waited on the thunderWaited on the thunderI awoke last night to the sound of thunderHow far off I sat and wonderedStarted humming a song from 1962Aint it funny how the night movesWhen you just dont seem to have as much to loseStrange how the night movesWith autumn closing in
 
There was an element of danger here. Upon climax, as you can imagine or have experienced, she would clench her legs as an involuntary muscle respone to the pleasure. There were a few times, where I could feel the intense pressure on my skull. There were a few times that the force was so strong I felt a twinge of fear that my skull would break.
Epic.
 
I now have this intense desire to find out who Pocahontus is, meet her and take her picture, then report back to the ffa all that I have discovered. :popcorn:
I assure you, even if she looks me up, I will not add her on Facebook or any other social networking site.Worlds colliding!!!!!
This would only tarnish what was already a good story. I'm happily married but would be lying if I said I've never wondered how some of those along the way have turned out. :scared:
 
There was an element of danger here. Upon climax, as you can imagine or have experienced, she would clench her legs as an involuntary muscle respone to the pleasure. There were a few times, where I could feel the intense pressure on my skull. There were a few times that the force was so strong I felt a twinge of fear that my skull would break.
Epic.
:popcorn: I'd already forgotten that part. AWESOME!!!
 
PS. For those sending PMs, it will take a while for me to get through them all.
What % of those PMs are for pics? :scared:
None. I don't have any to share. I lost all my pictures in Katrina. All my pictures of my parents: Gone.All my pictures of high school and hs cheerleading: Gone.All my pictures of Pochahontus and Saints-Man: Gone.All my pictures of those college girls I escorted to various functions: Gone.All my wedding pictures, which is a snapshot of my family and friends in a moment in time: Gone. :popcorn:
 
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PS. For those sending PMs, it will take a while for me to get through them all.
What % of those PMs are for pics? :scared:
None. I don't have any to share. I lost all my pictures in Katrina. All my pictures of my parents: Gone.All my pictures of high school and hs cheerleading: Gone.All my pictures of Pochahontus and Saints-Man: Gone.All my pictures of those college girls I escorted to various functions: Gone.All my wedding pictures, which is a snapshot of my family and friends in a moment in time: Gone. :popcorn:
This is freaking awful. :shock:
 
PS. For those sending PMs, it will take a while for me to get through them all.
What % of those PMs are for pics? :scared:
None. I don't have any to share. I lost all my pictures in Katrina. All my pictures of my parents: Gone.All my pictures of high school and hs cheerleading: Gone.All my pictures of Pochahontus and Saints-Man: Gone.All my pictures of those college girls I escorted to various functions: Gone.All my wedding pictures, which is a snapshot of my family and friends in a moment in time: Gone. :popcorn:
This is why you should be writing this sort of stuff....
 
PS. For those sending PMs, it will take a while for me to get through them all.
What % of those PMs are for pics? :scared:
None. I don't have any to share. I lost all my pictures in Katrina. All my pictures of my parents: Gone.All my pictures of high school and hs cheerleading: Gone.All my pictures of Pochahontus and Saints-Man: Gone.All my pictures of those college girls I escorted to various functions: Gone.All my wedding pictures, which is a snapshot of my family and friends in a moment in time: Gone. :popcorn:
This is freaking awful. :shock:
I have endured all else with Katrina. That is the one things that still gives me heartache.
 
PS. For those sending PMs, it will take a while for me to get through them all.
What % of those PMs are for pics? :shock:
None. I don't have any to share. I lost all my pictures in Katrina. All my pictures of my parents: Gone.All my pictures of high school and hs cheerleading: Gone.All my pictures of Pochahontus and Saints-Man: Gone.All my pictures of those college girls I escorted to various functions: Gone.All my wedding pictures, which is a snapshot of my family and friends in a moment in time: Gone. :popcorn:
:scared:I'm truly sorry to hear that.Maybe some of your friends from that time have photos you could get copies of.
 
PS. For those sending PMs, it will take a while for me to get through them all.
What % of those PMs are for pics? :excited:
None. I don't have any to share. I lost all my pictures in Katrina. All my pictures of my parents: Gone.All my pictures of high school and hs cheerleading: Gone.All my pictures of Pochahontus and Saints-Man: Gone.All my pictures of those college girls I escorted to various functions: Gone.All my wedding pictures, which is a snapshot of my family and friends in a moment in time: Gone. :goodposting:
:bag:I'm truly sorry to hear that.Maybe some of your friends from that time have photos you could get copies of.
I tried to go that route, but they either didn't have many pictures or not the pictures that included me. As far as my wedding album, my ex-wife even though we had been getting along fine, hasn't returned a phone call of mine since 2006. I am unsure if she still even has a copy of my wedding pictures.
 
PS. For those sending PMs, it will take a while for me to get through them all.
What % of those PMs are for pics? :bag:
None. I don't have any to share. I lost all my pictures in Katrina. All my pictures of my parents: Gone.All my pictures of high school and hs cheerleading: Gone.All my pictures of Pochahontus and Saints-Man: Gone.All my pictures of those college girls I escorted to various functions: Gone.All my wedding pictures, which is a snapshot of my family and friends in a moment in time: Gone. :goodposting:
This is freaking awful. :excited:
I have endured all else with Katrina. That is the one things that still gives me heartache.
You still in NOLA? I notice your profile says Dallas
 
PS. For those sending PMs, it will take a while for me to get through them all.
What % of those PMs are for pics? :bag:
None. I don't have any to share. I lost all my pictures in Katrina. All my pictures of my parents: Gone.All my pictures of high school and hs cheerleading: Gone.All my pictures of Pochahontus and Saints-Man: Gone.All my pictures of those college girls I escorted to various functions: Gone.All my wedding pictures, which is a snapshot of my family and friends in a moment in time: Gone. :goodposting:
This is freaking awful. :excited:
I have endured all else with Katrina. That is the one things that still gives me heartache.
You still in NOLA? I notice your profile says Dallas
No house to live in NOLA. Mine was flooded with three feet of water, effectively making the house unlivable. I lost all my flooring and other damage. The insurance money paid off the mortgage, which the mortgage company required(I have no problem with that). I applied to Road Home, and so far I have been denied. I am still fighting them, but they are only giving up inches when I need yards. Unless I can get them to budge, my liquid savings are insufficient to rebuild the house in New Orleans. The last time I checked the entire zip code(70122) was considered blighted so mortgage companies were not lending money to properties in those areas. If you didn't have the cash, you can't rebuild.Lots of conflicting issues with that.
 
I was really, really bad at college, it appears
BDA, so was I. There is some shame for me upcoming. I stumbled accross this. If you notice, none of this was me. I am not the aggressor here, I metaphorically and a bit literally was just along for the ride.I wasn't particulary suave, and I reiterate I was no player. I had no game. I was friends with a lot of young ladies, but very very few showed any romantic interest in me. My only guess is that my connection with cheerleading, which up the that time had been the Scarlett letter of shame, somehow piqued her interest.
"Even a blind squirrel finds a nut now and then"....so to speak.For a guy claiming to have no game, you sure come across as a guy who knew how to play when the ball was tipped.

Hot Cheerleader - Check

Sexy Time - Check

Dressing up in cheerleader outfit, sans panties, and engaging in sexy time - Check

Giving Hot Cheerleader an O-Face minutes before game time in a Toyota Tercel - Check

Avoiding a serious relationship - Check

Dating other sorority girls - Check

Sounds like you should be coaching the kids of today!
The bolded were not true. I was in a serious relationship with Pochahontas, I was just the #####. She dictated everything.I was solely an escort to those sorority girls. Only once did it ever bubble up into romance, and it was very brief.

There is a lot I could teach the kids of today, but more about respect than game.

However, once I was handed the ball and saw the opening I ran to daylight. Not because I knew what I was doing, I just loved the sunshine on my face.
You, sir, are a sexual Leroy Hoard.
 
I was really, really bad at college, it appears
BDA, so was I. There is some shame for me upcoming. I stumbled accross this. If you notice, none of this was me. I am not the aggressor here, I metaphorically and a bit literally was just along for the ride.I wasn't particulary suave, and I reiterate I was no player. I had no game. I was friends with a lot of young ladies, but very very few showed any romantic interest in me. My only guess is that my connection with cheerleading, which up the that time had been the Scarlett letter of shame, somehow piqued her interest.
"Even a blind squirrel finds a nut now and then"....so to speak.For a guy claiming to have no game, you sure come across as a guy who knew how to play when the ball was tipped.

Hot Cheerleader - Check

Sexy Time - Check

Dressing up in cheerleader outfit, sans panties, and engaging in sexy time - Check

Giving Hot Cheerleader an O-Face minutes before game time in a Toyota Tercel - Check

Avoiding a serious relationship - Check

Dating other sorority girls - Check

Sounds like you should be coaching the kids of today!
The bolded were not true. I was in a serious relationship with Pochahontas, I was just the #####. She dictated everything.I was solely an escort to those sorority girls. Only once did it ever bubble up into romance, and it was very brief.

There is a lot I could teach the kids of today, but more about respect than game.

However, once I was handed the ball and saw the opening I ran to daylight. Not because I knew what I was doing, I just loved the sunshine on my face.
You, sir, are a sexual Leroy Hoard.
I was thinking more of a Gale Sayers.
 
There was an element of danger here. Upon climax, as you can imagine or have experienced, she would clench her legs as an involuntary muscle respone to the pleasure. There were a few times, where I could feel the intense pressure on my skull. There were a few times that the force was so strong I felt a twinge of fear that my skull would break.
Epic.
:bag: I'd already forgotten that part. AWESOME!!!
:goodposting:
 
PS. For those sending PMs, it will take a while for me to get through them all.
What % of those PMs are for pics? :excited:
None. I don't have any to share. I lost all my pictures in Katrina. All my pictures of my parents: Gone.All my pictures of high school and hs cheerleading: Gone.All my pictures of Pochahontus and Saints-Man: Gone.All my pictures of those college girls I escorted to various functions: Gone.All my wedding pictures, which is a snapshot of my family and friends in a moment in time: Gone. :P
:sadbanana:I'm truly sorry to hear that.Maybe some of your friends from that time have photos you could get copies of.
I tried to go that route, but they either didn't have many pictures or not the pictures that included me. As far as my wedding album, my ex-wife even though we had been getting along fine, hasn't returned a phone call of mine since 2006. I am unsure if she still even has a copy of my wedding pictures.
geez
 
Seriously, this may be the greatest real life story that has ever been told in the ffa.

Red>The title of this thread should be changed to solely include SM story. The other stuff is meaningless

 
Allright, here's my personal experience - not on being a cheerleader, or anything similar, but on this thread. I've been a paying member of FBG (1/2 SP 1/2 FFA) for a few years, and have been a lurker/rare contributer many years before that. Any time I see a thread over 3 pages, I usually hit the 1st page, sometimes hit the latest page, but pretty much never do the read through...and I've read a LOT of 1st pages. Saints-Man has changed all that. I have been glued to my computer for over an hour now playing catch-up.

This is the single greatest thread I've ever encountered. 5*'s for ever SM. I may purchase a second account just to give you 10 stars. And it's not like the title was "Saints-Man's Greatest Hits". I can see why no other male cheerleaders stepped in.

I agree with that one poster who suggested we all have a Pocahontas/good story. However, even if my life story (not just cheerleading) could top SM's, I'd never be able to express it so...so...so efforrtlesssesslelly. Well done, S-M.

 
Yes, I was a male cheerleader in high school. Senior year only, and only after I decided to quit the football team.Also, I dated a cheerleader in college and substituted on a handful of occasions and assisted them in judging local cheerleading contests.
To think, it started out like this. No idea what was to come. :P
 
Yes, I was a male cheerleader in high school. Senior year only, and only after I decided to quit the football team.Also, I dated a cheerleader in college and substituted on a handful of occasions and assisted them in judging local cheerleading contests.
To think, it started out like this. No idea what was to come. :P
Even good, enjoyable things come from humble beginnings.
A man of great wisdom. Would telling about the additional year after the Mickey part ruin the story? There's still that year
 
E P I L O G U EPochahontus and Saints-Man broke up fall 1983. For those of you that remember, New Orleans hosted the World Fair from May 12 to Nov 11. The cheerleaders attended often together.Sometime during the summer,Doug, my big brother in the fraternity, decided to ask out Pochahontus. They hit it off and loved bloomed. They married in 1987 . As I recall, Doug and Pochahontus had two kids together. They were married until the early 2000's. After a reportedly emotion-filled divroce, Doug moved out of the house, leaving the house for Pochahontus and the kids. He moved in with a friend of his Shawn. Less than two years later, Shawn and Pochahontus married. Since then, Pochahontus has given birth to her third child.Mickey's fate was not kind. After his fling he started dating a shrew named Jesse, a classic Italian looking girl. Attractive, but not beautiful or hot. She was a complete shrew and a constant nag. She oozed low self-esteem, and they fought constantly. Their wedding in 1986 was Saints-Man and his ex-wife's first date. Every day of Saints-Man's marriage, even though it ended in divorce, was better than every day of Mickey's marriage. They have at least two kids together, and time has not been kind to Jesse.Marty and Tonya married in spring 1985. Both Pochahontus and Saints-Man stood in the wedding. Saints-Man met Pochahontus before the wedding just to make sure the air was clear between them solely as to make sure any of their drama did not spill over into Marty & Tonya's wedding. The meeting went great, and they co-existed seamlessly at the wedding and a good time was had by all. Marty & Tonya are still happily married with four wonderful kids.In the mid-1990's, Marty & Tonya started a tradition of hosting an annual New Years Eve party. I could not attend some years due to conflicting obligations but attended other years. In 1996, at the annual bash, both Pochahontus and Doug and their two kids attended, along with Saints-Man. Both Pochahontus and Doug exhibited some signs of nervousness, but Saints-Man gave them both big hugs and wound up talking to them for several hours. It was a good feeling for all of us to walk away with a sense of peace of how it all turned out.This story is completely true. Some of the dialogue and the timeline were altered solely for narrative purposes. I hope everyone enjoyed and remember one thing:Cheerleading is serious business!!!
you saved the FFA....IMO. Awesome work.
 
I walk away from this with the same feeling as if I watched one of the few great movies that gave me an ever lasting impression. Even though it was not a true feel good ending it did what all good stories do, made us feel part of the story.It is rare on an internet message board for someone to come across so real and genuine without all the false sense of courage and BS conquests.You should really inquire on turning this story and your writing skills into a novel or movie.
this.
 
Allright, here's my personal experience - not on being a cheerleader, or anything similar, but on this thread. I've been a paying member of FBG (1/2 SP 1/2 FFA) for a few years, and have been a lurker/rare contributer many years before that. Any time I see a thread over 3 pages, I usually hit the 1st page, sometimes hit the latest page, but pretty much never do the read through...and I've read a LOT of 1st pages. Saints-Man has changed all that. I have been glued to my computer for over an hour now playing catch-up.This is the single greatest thread I've ever encountered. 5*'s for ever SM. I may purchase a second account just to give you 10 stars. And it's not like the title was "Saints-Man's Greatest Hits". I can see why no other male cheerleaders stepped in.I agree with that one poster who suggested we all have a Pocahontas/good story. However, even if my life story (not just cheerleading) could top SM's, I'd never be able to express it so...so...so efforrtlesssesslelly. Well done, S-M.
wow! :thumbup:
 
This story was so good that we all completely glossed over the fact that Pocahontas threatened to break another chick's legs.

:shock:

:lmao:

:coffee:

And I totally concur with the other post that SM truly got the best of what Pocahontas had to offer. She sounds like a completely bat#### crazy chick.
Ya think?
E P I L O G U E

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Sometime during the summer,Doug, my big brother in the fraternity, decided to ask out Pochahontus. They hit it off and loved bloomed. They married in 1987 . As I recall, Doug and Pochahontus had two kids together. They were married until the early 2000's. After a reportedly emotion-filled divroce, Doug moved out of the house, leaving the house for Pochahontus and the kids. He moved in with a friend of his Shawn. Less than two years later, Shawn and Pochahontus married. Since then, Pochahontus has given birth to her third child.
Issues galore.
 
#1 Thanks to Red Eyed and Blue for starting this thread#2 Great job Saints-Man on the entire story#3 pm sentJust think, we started with this innocent post on page 1:

Yes, I was a male cheerleader in high school. Senior year only, and only after I decided to quit the football team.Also, I dated a cheerleader in college and substituted on a handful of occasions and assisted them in judging local cheerleading contests.
From there to a mysterious smell in a friend's gf's room to this wonderful tale. Even after the other shoe dropped you had sexy time for another year. :coffee:
 
Just awesome.

I wish the story wouldn't have ended with you divorced SM.

I drank JD all night last night and with every drink I thought of P. :lmao: :blush:

 
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E P I L O G U EPochahontus and Saints-Man broke up fall 1983. For those of you that remember, New Orleans hosted the World Fair from May 12 to Nov 11. The cheerleaders attended often together.Sometime during the summer,Doug, my big brother in the fraternity, decided to ask out Pochahontus. They hit it off and loved bloomed. They married in 1987 . As I recall, Doug and Pochahontus had two kids together. They were married until the early 2000's. After a reportedly emotion-filled divroce, Doug moved out of the house, leaving the house for Pochahontus and the kids. He moved in with a friend of his Shawn. Less than two years later, Shawn and Pochahontus married. Since then, Pochahontus has given birth to her third child.Mickey's fate was not kind. After his fling he started dating a shrew named Jesse, a classic Italian looking girl. Attractive, but not beautiful or hot. She was a complete shrew and a constant nag. She oozed low self-esteem, and they fought constantly. Their wedding in 1986 was Saints-Man and his ex-wife's first date. Every day of Saints-Man's marriage, even though it ended in divorce, was better than every day of Mickey's marriage. They have at least two kids together, and time has not been kind to Jesse.Marty and Tonya married in spring 1985. Both Pochahontus and Saints-Man stood in the wedding. Saints-Man met Pochahontus before the wedding just to make sure the air was clear between them solely as to make sure any of their drama did not spill over into Marty & Tonya's wedding. The meeting went great, and they co-existed seamlessly at the wedding and a good time was had by all. Marty & Tonya are still happily married with four wonderful kids.In the mid-1990's, Marty & Tonya started a tradition of hosting an annual New Years Eve party. I could not attend some years due to conflicting obligations but attended other years. In 1996, at the annual bash, both Pochahontus and Doug and their two kids attended, along with Saints-Man. Both Pochahontus and Doug exhibited some signs of nervousness, but Saints-Man gave them both big hugs and wound up talking to them for several hours. It was a good feeling for all of us to walk away with a sense of peace of how it all turned out.This story is completely true. Some of the dialogue and the timeline were altered solely for narrative purposes. I hope everyone enjoyed and remember one thing:Cheerleading is serious business!!!
:jawdrop: I am always curious about endings like these. I as all folks had their fair share of hijinks growing up. I chose to move across the country in my early 20s. I wanted a fresh start and there was an opportunity so I took it. I lost contact with everyone I grew up with and hung out with. My siblings stayed behind. I always find it strange to hear who married who and who is dead or in jail. Every once in a while my brother or sister will tell me that someone from back in the day asked about me and I get an update on that person. I sometimes wonder what it is like to be at events as SM did with people/friends that had such a history to it.
 
I also learned that you always make sure she is satisfied first. Through trial and error, I learned it was best to satisfy her first, then me, then get back to her.
I thankfully learned this all important life lesson early in life. Truly one of the great lessons to learn.
 
Beautifully told.

Many of us have a bittersweet youthful indulgence in our history, and to us the truth here is obvious. I pity the doubters only because it means they never had such moments. In the end there is not a bed that cannot give a young man lessons. The question is are the lesssons learned and was the experience savored? Did growth result?

 
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