One who understands - S01 E03

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One who understands - S01 E03

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The team ran out onto the field and the crowd cheered louder as they saw their heroes. Ed didn’t bother looking at the bleachers as he knew there was no one there cheering him on.

He was still a little bothered by how upset Grace looked the previous night. He said something stupid and upset her and he was really mad at himself for hurting her.

Mark Thompson was checking his teammates to make sure they were all pumped and focused on the game. He caught the angry and distracted look in Ed’s eyes and pulled him aside.

“Ed, where are you man? I can’t have you wandering around out there. You’re my protection!” Mark said into Ed’s ear.

“Sorry Mark. I’ll get my head in the game,” Ed apologized.

“What are you angry about?” the quarterback asked.

“I said something stupid last night and I hurt my sister’s feelings. I’m really mad at myself,” Ed blurted.

Mark looked at the big man. That wouldn’t do at all. If Ed was angry at himself he would be letting the other team roll over him. He had to get Ed to redirect his anger.

“Ed, keeping anger inside is bad. It will hurt you and your game. Here is what I want you to do. When we’re at the scrimmage I want you to look at the guy across from you and think, ‘there is the reason my sister is feeling bad’. Turn your anger on that and take it down.

You have to direct that anger outwards. Don’t let it eat at you. CRUSH IT! Can you do that?”

“Yeah, I got it.” Ed nodded and looked at Mark with surprise. He was really pleased Mark was being so thoughtful and helpful. He didn’t realize Mark was just looking out for himself.

Play soon began and Ed was in his three point stance looking across at his man. No! It was him saying that stupid thing. He needed to punish that guy! At the snap he surged forward and crushed through the player and tossed him down to the ground. The running back shot through the hole Ed made and they soon had their first touchdown.

Surprisingly, Ed felt a little better. He grinned at Mark who was beaming a huge smile back at him.

The game was fierce as their opponent’s quarterback and receiver were very good. The score was close but no one got past Ed. Dave, their Center and Wally the Guard on Dave’s other side were inspired and tried to match Ed’s ferocity but they couldn’t match his strength. Ed gradually took the opponent’s offensive line apart. He slammed them down again and again and soon he’d broken their spirit. The game turned in their favor and once the clock ran out they were the new State Champions. The team went nuts and for once his coach patted him on the back and congratulated him.

When the teams went out onto the field to shake hands none of the opposing team would shake Ed’s hand. His teammates took exception to this and words were said and it got a little ugly until the coach got them off the field and back into the locker room.

“Jesus, did you get a burr under your saddle Mister Ed?” the coach asked. That drew a lot of laughs from the guys. Then Mark stood up.

“Before the game Ed was mad at himself for something stupid so I told him to use that anger in the game. Looks like it worked.” He smiled at his friends and they rose up to pat him on the back for his brilliant leadership. No one saw Ed’s look of surprise at his words except Mark.

Later the quarterback found him. “You feel better now, right?”

Ed had to agree so he nodded.

“Listen there’s going to be a party at my place later tonight starting at 10pm. Attendance is mandatory for the team so be there! And really, thank you, you were awesome out there tonight!” Mark said with a huge grin clapping him on the arm.

Ed felt better and promised Mark he’d come to the party.

When he got home he struggled to find something to wear. He didn’t have a lot of clothes and he understood that he had to look nice. The only nice pants he had were the dark blue jeans Grace bought for him but he felt they accentuated his issue rather than hid it.

Still, Mark said that the party was for the team so he assumed that’s who would be attending. They were already aware of his shame so it shouldn’t be an issue to wear the jeans.

He pulled on some socks, then the jeans and yanked on a clean black t-shirt and his one black, button down short sleeve dress shirt. He looked at himself in the mirror. He felt so weird with the jeans showing off what he wanted so desperately to keep hidden. With the dress shirt untucked the ends almost disguised him. He sighed. Luckily his sister was still at work. He didn’t want her seeing him like this.

He knew there would be drinking so he left his beat up old pickup at home and took the bus across town to the edge of a very affluent neighborhood. He had to walk quite a distance from the bus stop to Mark’s place as he realized the distances between the driveways was huge. He watched for #12 and as he walked a police car stopped in front of him to ask where he was headed. Once he identified himself and who he was going to see and why, the police were friendly again. He was even congratulated on his aggressive play during the game. He thanked them and they moved on.

Mark’s house, a mansion really, was set back quite a ways from the road. Ed walked up the long drive and saw many of his teammates had driven to the party. He shook his head as he could already faintly hear the pounding beat of music. They’d be drinking for sure.

He finally reached the front door and pressed the doorbell. Moments later the door opened and he was looking into the blue eyes of one of the prettiest women he’d ever met. She was tall and had red hair cascading down over her shoulders and framing her very impressive cleavage. He realized he was staring with his mouth open so he tore his eyes away in embarrassment and looked back up to her smiling eyes. She knew where his eyes had been and she’d enjoyed his appreciation.

“You must be Edward Walters. Please come in!” she said in a wonderfully smooth voice. As she stepped back and he stepped in she held out her hand and he took it in his. Her hand felt so soft!

“I’m Rachel Thompson, Mark’s mother. You were very impressive out there on the field tonight! So aggressive! You protected Mark very well!” she said placing her other hand on his large bicep with a gentle squeeze.

“Thank you,” he mumbled, completely dazzled by her beauty. He thought she might be in her mid-forties but she looked incredible! And that cleavage kept drawing his eyes.

Then he felt it.

He was starting to grow. He subtly moved one hand down to the bottom of his shirt as if he was just straightening the fabric but he saw her glanced down catching what he was doing. Her smile grew sultrier.

Mark came to his rescue as his face grew hot with a blush.

“Mom! Can’t you see my bro here needs a brew! Come on Mister Ed! Oops! Sorry Ed!” He was slurring just a little. Mark had begun celebrating early.

“It was very nice meeting you,” Ed said politely to Rachel as he was dragged away. He felt her eyes on his ass the entire way into the back room.

A cheer went up when Mark led him into the large family room at the back of the house. Mark went to Reggie and was handed some money. “I told you he’d show up! Get that man a beer!”

Ed didn’t drink but the entire team was holding those red plastic cups so he took the one offered to him and drank to the toast Mark bellowed out. The team responded in like and he smiled shyly. That’s when he noticed how many ladies were in attendance. Most of the team had brought their girlfriends. Some of those girlfriends had invited along their friends. Ed lost count of how many people were in the family room but they spilled out into the adjoining kitchen and a large dining room beyond that had been cleared and turned into a dance floor. That’s where the driving beat was coming from.

He finished the beer and another was placed in his hand and more toasts were raised.

Ed lost count of the toasts he had raised his glass to and he was feeling a little tipsy as he wasn’t a drinker. He found himself a spot on the sofa and relaxed.

A few minutes later Reggie was slapping his shoulder to wake him.

“Ed! Wake up, man! Someone wants to see you downstairs, man! Wake up!”

“Wha-? Right, ok! Where?” Ed struggled to get his head to focus.

Reggie turned away and seemed to be snorting or sneezing. He turned back. “Just follow me, ok?”

“Sure.”

They left the family room and made their way through the dining room and the crowd of people on the dance floor. Ed’s head was still spinning but he swore every girl he passed rubbed up against him. He was starting to swell down there but luckily the lights had dimmed considerably. As they came out the other side of the dancers Ed was face to face with Rachel once more and he smiled shyly at her as he squeezed past her. Again he felt something stroke across his g---n but he failed to see her eyes widen in surprise or how she began to follow them down the hall to the stairs to the basement.

Ed was grateful the fabric of his pants stretched as he was seriously hardening in his pant leg.

Reggie led Ed to a door and gestured for him to enter. Ed looked at him then opened the door and entered. The light was pretty dim inside but he could make out the shape of someone sitting on a couch on the other side of the room. The person held out their hand to get him to approach. He did and saw it was Melanie. He immediately felt a blush on his cheeks and was grateful for the dim lighting from a number of small LED candles. He turned back to the young woman.

“Hi Melanie! Enjoying the party?” he struggled to not sound like an idiot.

“Sit with me Ed,” she said. He did and she slid closer.

“Do you like me?” she asked.

“Yes,” he croaked after a second of hesitation.

“I like you too. I’d like to kiss you. May I?”

Ed was too stunned to speak so he just nodded.

Melanie was suddenly pressed against his body thrusting her tongue into his mouth and s-----g on his lips. He put his hands on her back and she moaned loudly and attacked his mouth more aggressively. He was starting to feel like his face was being licked by a dog, she was so sloppy. He had no experience with kissing but he knew it shouldn’t be like this.

She crawled onto his lap and the pressure on his g---n sent his erection into overdrive. She moaned as she felt the bulge under her leg.

Ed was seriously starting to feel dizzy and he needed fresh air. He lifted Melanie off of his lap and stood up. He missed that she’d undone his pants so he was totally unprepared when she yanked them down from her position on the couch behind him. The lights suddenly came on and there were at least twenty people crowded into the room looking at him standing next to the couch naked from the waist down.

At first everyone was frozen in shock.

Then there was an absolute explosion of laughter, gasps, swearing, and a few screams from some ladies. He heard the term ‘freak’ and ‘monster’ multiple times from both male and female voices. Ed bent down and pulled his pants up but he could no longer fit his c--k inside them. His shame. The reason they refer to him as a horse. Ten inches of c--k when erect which it currently was and an intimidating thickness.

He did his best to force it back under cover and had to settle with closing his dress shirt over the length that rose above the waistband of his jeans. He surged forward and the group parted quickly until he was facing Rachel. He stopped suddenly and looked at her flushed expression. She’d seen him as well so his embarrassment was complete. Her eyes were wild and she seemed to be having trouble breathing.

“You- you’d better leave,” was all she could say and he rushed past her and fled the house. He ran down the long driveway, through the long street to the bus stop and kept going. He was gasping and wheezing by the time he got home. He caught his breath on the front steps cursing himself, then pushed into the house.

“Hey Ed! You’re home early,” Grace said from the living room. She felt bad for how she’d left him last night so she got up to give him a hug. He pulled back when he saw her approach and rushed downstairs. “Ed? What’s wrong?” she called after him. Grace walked down the stairs into the basement and saw his door was closed. She knocked.

“Don’t come in! I’m not decent!” he yelled from the other side.

She listened and she could hear what sounded like crying. “Ed? Please let me in.”

“NO! Stay out! I- I’m not DECENT! Please- please just leave me alone,” he said roughly.

Grace was worried about her brother. He was such an innocent. “What did they do, Ed?”

“Please- just let it go and let me sleep,” a trembling voice came through the door.

Grace wanted to punish someone for hurting her little brother. She would find out what they had done. She would get to the bottom of this. No one got away with hurting Ed. No one!