Coach Mason shared some stats. MSU was gaining over four hundred yards a game passing the ball, and scoring 37
points per game. What made that so hard to believe was this was against the SEC, which had teams like Alabama, Georgia, Kentucky, and Florida. All had superior defensive talent on par with Notre Dame.
David gleaned one insight from this. The Pac-12 didn’t play defense anywhere near the level the SEC did. That was why they got their clocks cleaned when facing them in
bowl games. They didn’t face it week in and week out, so when the end of the season came, it was too late to prepare.
“We need to practice this if we want to have a prayer of this working,” Coach Thomas said.
“I’m not taking away time from game prep,” Coach Merritt said to remind everyone that the Irish weren’t their opponent for another three weeks.
“How about we send you ten plays and have players volunteer their time?” Coach Mason asked.
“We could do it right after practice,” Matt suggested.
“If it helps us beat Notre Dame, I’m in,” Willy said. “I’ll talk to the defense and get them to help us.”
“As long as it doesn’t interfere in game prep, I’ll allow it.
Just know that no coaches can be involved,” Coach Merritt said.
If this worked, they might have a chance against the Irish.
◊◊◊
David learned something new: his dick could read. Mr.
Happy got hard after the video chat to remind David that Wren wanted him, so he called her.
“Hello?”
“Where are you?” David asked.
“My dorm.”
“I’ll message you when I’m on the way. I thought we could get some Mexican and then come back to my place to study where it’s … uhm … quieter.”
“Not the way I study.”
Mr. Happy voted to skip food, but the big brain reasoned he might need sustenance if this turned into an all-nighter.
For once, the two warring voices in his head agreed. Get food, but make it fast, not some dinner at a fancy restaurant.
“I’ll hit a food truck, and we can eat in my dorm.”
LA was loaded with excellent food trucks, and he knew of a great one that offered cheap tacos that tasted amazing.
He would buy plenty in case people were over at his place and still hungry.
“I already ate. What will I do to keep busy while you eat?” Wren asked innocently.
‘Fuck!’
If he’d been driving, he would have wrecked. As it was, he about fell on his face when his toe caught the concrete.
David hung up and jogged to his dorm to get his car.
◊◊◊
When they got to his dorm room, Alex came out of his room and looked at David expectantly when he saw Wren and the bag of food. If David’s stomach hadn’t demanded to be fed, he might have tossed Alex the bag of tacos and taken Wren to his room.
Instead, he sat on the couch and began pulling out greasy-wrapped goodness. He handed half to Alex, who grabbed a gaming chair. While the boys ate, Wren pulled her t-shirt over her head and shimmied out of her shorts.
All she wore was a thong.
David watched as she slowly walked over to him, grabbed a pillow, and knelt on it between his legs. Her right hand ran up his inner thigh. David froze between taco bites, not knowing what to do because the three voices in his head each told him to do something different. Then her fingers began to move softly in circles as she made a gentle humming sound. He glanced over at Alex, who’d stopped stuffing his face as he intently watched the action unfold.
Wren’s fingers started to squeeze his thigh gently, sending tingles through his balls.
‘Is she really going to blow me right here?’ David wondered.
Wren slid her hand up and loosely wrapped her fingers around the base of his growing erection. David looked over at Alex and gave him a knowing grin. Alex’s tongue shot out and wet his lips. David leaned back and took a bite of the taco as his cock began to stand more and more erect in his loose pants. Moments later, Wren’s other hand started to massage his balls gently through the fabric of his pants.
David decided his best course of action was to sit back and enjoy whatever Wren had planned as he finished his tacos.
Then, without warning, Wren’s fingers grabbed his waistband and drew the front of his pants down to release Mr. Happy and the twins. Before he could think of what to do, Wren leaned forward and took his cock right into her mouth. David’s entire body stiffened in pleasure. Wren’s mouth began to go up and down his shaft, slurping softly as her hand massaged his balls.
David looked over at Alex, who mouthed the word ‘fuck.’
David decided this might be the best way to eat tacos. He looked down as his shaft disappeared between her lips. Her soft hair tickled his balls as her warm, wet mouth worked gently up and down his throbbing meat, sending waves of pleasure through his pelvis. David took another mouthful of taco as his other hand found the back of her head to help guide Wren’s efforts.
Wren pulled off and announced, “I love your cock.”
Alex had abandoned his tacos, and David saw he was whacking his joint out in the open.
‘What a perv,’ David thought and then gave a mental shrug. David had walked in on Alex many times as he got head, and he’d never kicked back and used it as jerkoff material.
Their dorm door opened, and Chloe walked in.
“It looks like you’re all having a good day.”
“I think Alex could use some help,” David suggested.
Chloe looked him in the eye before glancing over at her boyfriend.
“I bet I can get mine off faster than you can,” Wren said to announce her challenge.
“No need to hurry anything. I haven’t finished my tacos,”
David said.
“You’re on. I know David can last a lot longer than Alex,”
Chloe said and then looked over at Alex, who was deciding whether he should be offended. “Don’t get all pissy, or I won’t blow you.”
Alex stood up and stripped before taking his seat. David tossed Chloe a pillow she could use so her knees wouldn’t hurt. While they did that, Wren pulled David’s pants all the way off and wet her finger.
“Scoot forward and spread your legs,” Wren ordered.
David did so as he grabbed his last taco. He’d just taken a bite when Wren called out, “Go!”
Wren sucked his cock and then froze with the head of that monster cock pressing into the back of her throat.
Without warning, two things happened. Wren adjusted the angle so she could push Mr. Happy’s knob into her throat, and David felt her nose press into his pubic bone. At the same time, her finger went into his bunghole, and she began to massage his prostate.
He almost choked to death as the taco went down the wrong pipe, his balls tightened, and he began spraying baby-makers down Wren’s gullet. David continued to cough as she stood up and began to do a sexy, happy dance as the winner.
“Jesus! Warn a guy next time,” he said as he caught his breath.
Alex picked that moment to jerk out of Chloe’s mouth and shoot his load all over the rug. Thank God they had a cleaning lady. David made a mental note to give her a big tip this week.
After the guys had caught their breath, Chloe said, “I don’t think you two are done eating tacos.”