Cheerleader Tryouts

The cramped office smelled of sweat and old leather. The stench of unwashed equipment permeated the entire field house. Jeff sat in a folding chair against the wall while Sam and Peter lounged in the two office chairs on the opposite side of Coach Meyer's desk. The middle aged man shuffled through his other mail while three letters waited in a neat pile on an otherwise chaotic desk. As the coach flipped through the offers of new helmets or math textbooks, the three seniors eyed the envelopes hungrily.

The only defiance to the buildings smell was Coach Meyer himself. They'd known the man and played for him for four years. Through all that time he'd reeked of cigarettes. Never once had they seen him smoke. Finally done with his junk mail, he picked up the three envelopes and opened them one at a time. His face remained expressionless as his eyes flicked back and forth across the pages. Finally, he looked up and shook his head, once at each of them.

Jeff wasn't surprised. Every low talent senior in the state competed for the second string on the Warriors football team visciously. The terrible junior college program attracted the true pinnacle of athletetic slacker, but the second string only went to the cream of the chaff. The spots came with full tuition and board, and once you were on the team, short of fully flunking out, you never left it. The three friends had tried out, hoping they would hit the sweet spot of being good enough to waste time on. Coach Meyer was no stranger to the gambit, having shuffled off many players in the same fashion in years before.

“Sorry fellas,” he said, some small measure of actual condolence in his voice.

Peter looked particularly distraught, “Shit, Coach, this was my only shot. Now I'm going to have to keep a job and try to go to school at night.”

Jeff sympathized with his friend. They had both worked through the later high school years. Sam, on the other hand, hadn't worked a day in his life. His parents were entirely willing to pay for his education despite his unwillingness to get one. Sam actually wanted to be on the Warriors team. His self-awareness extended enough to know that his time playing football actually made him feel like he had a purpose.

Jeff wanted the scholarship because it meant he would be able to save more money for his move. Though he hadn't shared his plan with the other two, he didn't want to stay in the small town any longer than necessary. Jeff's parents would be glad to be rid of him and would likely not miss their third son much. He had his eyes on New York, maybe Boston. That was a year away at least. He wanted to be sure he could at least eat for a few months. His older brothers moved up north a year back. They could help some.

The news disappointed all three. They each evaluated their performance once again. They were all in shape, tall, and strong. None of the three were particularly graceful or fast, but they'd expected their tryouts to go well. At least, until they saw the competition. Playing in their small school's league through their short high school career, they had not encountered the behemoths that went to the larger city districts. Jeff considered himself tall at six foot until he stood in a line beside six foot five, 280 pound linemen who were on the smaller side themselves.

“Maybe there's something else you boys could look into,” Coach Meyer said, eyeing them carefully. All three perked up.

“Sure, anything!” Peter blurted out.

Through the office window, they could see several of the high school's team jogging towards the field house. Jeff watched bitterly, somehow envious of the younger guys who could waste another year at the school. It wasn't lost on him that a month before, being fitted for his graduation gown, he had looked at the same people with the superiority of one who had ascended beyond lesser mortals. Coach Meyer moved over to the window and with a quick flip, closed the blinds.

The older man walked around the room turning on several small desk fans until the whole room buzzed with the mechanical noise of small motors. The three young men watched with blind fascination as Meyer moved a false brick in the wall and withdrew a pack of cigarettes. Turning around, he raised an eyebrow at their astonished faces, “What? You're not fucking kids any more. Jeff, lock the door, don't need anyone barging in and getting me fired for smoking on campus.”

The three young men were thrilled and honored to be part of so secret a ritual. They all had a begrudging affection for the old man. “Now then,” he said after a exhaling a long drag into one of the fans. Jeff saw the method to the man's madness. The smoke darted from fan to fan, dispersing slightly along the way until it was dissolved entirely into the room or funneled out through a vent. “The other option. Have the three of you thought of going out for the Warrior cheerleading team?”

Sam laughed, “Seriously? Come on, Coach, we're not that desperate.”

“Maybe you're not,” Jeff muttered, but they didn't hear him over the buzz of the fans.

Meyer scowled, “Of course I'm serious. The Warriors have a top ranked cheer squad. They go to national competition and win the fucking things all the time. You've seen the SEC teams with their cheerleaders.”

“What would we have to do? Like, try out or something?” Peter asked, cautious to show interest.

“Or learn cheers?” Sam mocked. “Give me a 'W'!” he feigned the sing song voice of a valley girl.

Meyer glared at Sam. “Your problem has always been that you couldn't take one fucking thing seriously.” The sudden blunt tone shocked them all. “I'm not your fucking teacher any more, and you don't go to this school. You want a way to go to college, this could be it. You don't? Well, enjoy flipping burgers or whatever it is that do-nothings do these days.” He took another long drag on his cigarette and watched the three of them. Sam squirmed in his seat, all too mindful of the other man's angry gaze.

Jeff broke the silence, “I'm in. I'll give it a shot. What do I need to do?” Peter agreed enthusiastically, and Sam murmured a resigned assent.

Meyer nodded. “They have trouble recruiting young men, but they're damn useful. It's a wonder Tabitha's squads have done so well without them. You'll need to go see her. Tabitha Graham, she's the coach for the squad. Way I've heard her tell it, she's happy to have any males interested at all so she takes them pretty rough around the edges. She's good at what she does, so she can whip you into shape. You're all pretty fit as it is, so physical stuff won't be the problem. Balance and shit will be. Also, she's gonna have to teach you how to talk to other women, cause you three knuckleheads don't have a clue about that.” Meyer grabbed a pen. He flipped through an almost anachronistic Rolodex on his desk until he found the appropriate card. He copied the information on the back of one of the empty envelopes an held it out to Peter. “Head down there, you can probably catch her in her office before the end of the day. And, Sam, try not to be such a little shit.”

The insult made Sam smirk, “C'mon Coach, I learned it from you.”

***

The community college was a short drive away from the high school. Essentially everyone that the guys knew referred to the campus, both affectionately and disparagingly as the thirteenth grade. Almost all of their fellow graduates planned to enroll in the fall. A select few jumped straight to four year universities, but Jeff had only known them by sight. The top of the class had been like a cult, having their own special courses and moving about in an exclusive pod. That didn't exist on the Warrior campus. The Warriors were all equal in their mediocrity. The only difference between one student and another came down to how much they hated being a Warrior. Some accepted it and sank to the bottom of the pit, but others, and Jeff considered himself among this bunch, would work tirelessly to pull themselves out of the abyss.

They parked in the first spot they could find that wasn't reserved for some unnamed college official, none of whom ever actually seemed present. It was summer, Jeff thought, not surprising that the campus was so deserted. A few buildings had a buzz of people about them, but the majority of activity remained in the section of campus with the athletic fields. The guys fortunate enough to land a spot on a college team, community or otherwise, hadn't been allowed even a day's reprieve. Most had midday practice the day after graduating. Jeff did not envy them that, scholarship or not.

Coach Graham's office, unlike Meyer's, was not located in the smelly storage space of the various team's locker rooms. Following the directions they had been given, the guys found themselves in a fairly modern building that looked more like a community center than a school facility. Peeking through various doors, they saw rooms with padding and various other equipment leading them to the realization that this was practice area for more gymnastic oriented athletics. Reaching the largest room, they found the double doors propped open and the Warrior cheerleading squad in the middle of practice.

Feeling rather conspicuous, the three young men tried to enter the room as discretely as possible. They saw other people sitting on a row of bleachers and made their way over to them in a attempt to blend in. A silver haired, but youthful woman watched them keenly. Jeff caught her eye for a moment and knew that he was being stared down by Tabitha Graham. The woman had the stern and patient glare that he'd seen in Coach Meyer's eyes for years.

In the center of the room, almost two dozen beautiful coeds flipped and shouted and rolled in a well rehearsed routine. None of the three guys had ever seen such beautiful women. The only basis for comparison were overly photoshopped glamour shots on the back of porn DVDs, or at least the images meant for the back of porn DVDs, which were much more commonly seen on image hosting sites attached to torrent files.

Once they found seats, Jeff took a better stock of the cheerleaders. The majority of them were he expected, petite and well proportioned. The smaller girls flew up into human pyramids or tumbled quickly through the air. The guys would feel like gods if even the least attractive of that bunch deigned to say hello to them, but then there were the others.

“Jesus, look at them,” Peter said. “I count six.”

He didn't have to elaborate for the other two to understand which six he was talking about. Six of the girls towered over the other fifteen, standing likely at six feet while the others capped out at 5'6 at best. Jeff soon saw that these women were the strength of the squad. They tossed the smaller girls into the air with little effort, but their athletic ability isn't what made them stand out. Sports bras attempted to subdue the massive melons on their chests, and they wore more masculine gym shorts to hide their wide hips. The guys watched them like wolves eyeing prey, though each of them would crumble the moment any one of the amazonian goddesses spoke to them. Eyeing their wide thighs and full breasts as the girls tumbled and twisted, Jeff found himself hiding an erection.

After the girls finished their routine, they coalesced around Tabitha. Once they were standing so close, it was apparent that Tabitha had once shared the same physique as the taller girls. Coming together in a huddle, the shorter girls vanished from sight as the grouped talked over whatever plans they had for the coming days. Finally with a soft chant, they broke apart, and the cheerleaders ran over to meet the people that were waiting for them. A few of them looked at the three guys. A pair of the amazons started whispering between them before a fit of giggles hit the pair. Sam and Peter turned to talk to Jeff as the three of them attempted to hide their blushing cheeks.

The practice room emptied quickly. Coach Graham gathered up the various equipment of her sport – signs, spirit sticks, cardboard megaphones – and sequestered them in a rolling bin. Soon enough, only the three guys remained, and they stayed huddled in deep conversation. “I suppose you're here to see me,” Tabitha called from across the room.

Looking like lost dogs, the guys walked over to speak with her. Peter led the way with Jeff by his side while Sam sulked at their heels. “Are you Coach Graham?” Peter asked.

She gave a tight smile, “Tabitha. Call me Tabitha. How can I help you boys?”

Up close, Jeff still had no idea of Tabitha's age. While her hair belied some years, her face and body looked no more than thirty. He figured that she must have taken care of herself very well or that her athletic youth had preserved her into her older years. Rather than continue to gape at her, Jeff replied, “Coach Meyers sent us over. Said you were on the lookout for some male tryouts for cheerleader.”

She let out a quick laugh. “You sure you aren't interested because you get to feel up girls all day. I have plenty of those come through every year. Being a cheerleader isn't some stroll in the park. My squads work very, very hard to be their best, and I expect nothing less of any team member.”

Peter blushed again, “No ma'am, we're serious. At least, we think we are. It's not about girls at all.” Sam huffed, but Peter ignored him. “We need scholarships and our grades weren't all that great.”

Sam spoke up, “We tried out for the football team. I thought of going out for baseball too, but you had to try out in the spring for that.”

Tabitha ignored his sullen tone. “We do offer scholarships, but like I said, this isn't a free ride. I'm quite demanding of my girls, but it's rewarding in the end. We're not lax on the grades side either. Every girl who graduates from the Warrior cheerleading program goes on to a four year school and usually on to a good career after that. It takes a lot of hard work and determination, but it pays off. That sound like something you boys would be interested in?”

Peter nodded enthusiastically. Jeff found the idea of a core direction strangely appealing, and Sam had not stormed out at least. Jeff decided to take the plunge, “I'd like to try out.” The other two nodded as well.

***

Tabitha smiled. “You boys look just the type that we need, actually. Let's get some preliminary stuff out of the way today, and then we can schedule a time to come back in and properly audition. That sound good?” They nodded. Tabitha went over to the rolling cart. Taking out a set of keys, she unlocked a side compartment and pulled out three sheets of paper from a folder. She locked the cart back up and brought the pages over to the guys. “Ok, read these and memorize them. It's your very first cheer. I'm going to go to my office and check my schedule. When I get back, I'll want to hear you do a read through, that's all. I just want to make sure you have the enthusiasm required.”

Handing the papers out, she gave each of them a smile, and then jogged quickly out of the room. Jeff thought it odd that she removed the props from the doors. They swung shut with a slow hiss from the pneumatic levers on their hinges. The latches clicked, and Jeff turned his attention to the paper in his hands.

“At least no one will hear us acting like fucking idiots,” Sam lamented.

Peter let his cheer drop down to his side as he wheeled on Sam. “Go fucking home then. Ever since we got turned down for the B-string football team, you've been bitching and moaning. Some of us don't have mom and dad's pocketbook to fall back on.”

Sam flared up as well, “Sorry if I'm not first in line for the poofter parade. How do you know everyone else we know isn't going to laugh at us? Shit, I'd laugh at us once we're on the middle of a field hopping around in fucking bloomers.”

While they argued, Jeff read through the words on the page Tabitha had given them.

“B.E.A.T Beat Um', B.U.S.T Bust Um' , Beat Um', Bust Um', Cuz that's our custom, So come on, Boys Lets Ugghh! Re-adjust Um'!“ The rhythm didn't make sense in his head so he read it again.

“B.E.A.T Beat off!, B.U.S.T Busty tits!, Beat it! Fuck it! Come on, boys! Let's Uggnh! Cum on us!”

Something wasn't right. Jeff blinked his eyes rapidly, trying to clear the blur from them. It seemed to instead move back into his mind, clouding his senses further and leading him to shake his head. Behind him, the other two kept arguing. They're not reading their cheer, Jeff thought. Tabitha is going to be super disappointed if they haven't practiced.

Jeff turned to chastise them, “Guys, you totally should come cheer!” That's not what I wanted to say. His strange choice of words wasn't what alarmed him the most. His voice came out much higher in pitch. It sounded feminine. Jeff's clumsy words stopped their argument, but they still weren't learning their cheer.

Peter looked at him with a furrowed brow, “Geez, Jeff, you don't look so great. Are you feeling alright?”

Before he could think properly, Jeff responded, “Of course, silly. Super excited for cheer is all.” Jeff's skin took on a wet sheen of sweat. Trying to concentrate, he looked down at the cheer one more time. The text vanished entirely. In its place were words he couldn't read at all, but they glowed with an eerie green light as his eyes combed over them searching for anything he could understand. As he read, his shirt started to feel tighter.

“What the fuck? Jeff!” Peter shouted. The two other guys were looking at him with horror in their eyes.

Looking down at his own body, Jeff knew why. His shirt stretched to its limit as enormous tits jutted out from his chest. The neckline of the polo started to tear, and Jeff grunted as his new boobs showed their cleavage to the onlooking pair. “Oh, god! What's happening to me? I have tits? What the fuck?” Jeff's voice wasn't masculine at all. “Peter, Sam! Do something!”

Sam shrugged, “Uh...what?”

“Should we, get help? I don't know? Does it hurt?” Peter's face attempted to show concern, but Jeff could tell he was just ogling his friend's new tits.

“No, it doesn't hurt,” Jeff answered. He considered how his body actually felt. Bringing his hand up to his chest, he cupped his left breast. He'd touched a woman before, but it had been much smaller and not as round. A tingling sensation radiated out from his own touch, “Feels kind of nice actually?”

“Lets see them,” Sam said, half jokingly. Peter glared at him. “What? How is that less weird? Jeff has tits now, and I want to see Jeff's tits. Besides, he looks super uncomfortable in that shirt. It's way too tight.”

Peter, ever the pragmatist, suddenly agreed. “Yeah, actually, if you're ok with it Jeff. Maybe it'll help us understand what's happening.”

Jeff knew that something was off about the situation, but he couldn't figure out what. Any time his thoughts got close to an idea, a buzzing distracted him. “Ok. They'll have to take my shirt off to see what's happening anyway. No sense in waiting. Um, Peter could you help? I'm not sure I can get it off myself.”

Reluctantly, Peter moved over to him. Jeff held his arms straight up and Peter pulled at the garment. Jeff quickly sensed something different about Peter. Jeff's blood quickened, and the other young man's masculine scent filled his head. Jeff knew that Peter's cock was hard. With some difficulty, they managed to get it over the swollen boobs, and both of the young men gasped as Jeff's huge breasts dropped into view. Their eyes on his chest made Jeff's stomach flutter. Looking at Sam, he could see the outline of the second erection in the room.

“God, that's hot,” Sam said. “Can...can we touch them?”

Before Jeff could answer, a new sensation took over his body. As if a weight had been attached to his stomach and somehow dropped inward on himself. The strange anchor pulled something pulling into his body. Realizing what had moved, Jeff started to take off his pants as fast as possible. He had not noticed his bony male butt changing into the ample asset of femininity, making stripping a further troubling endeavor as he struggled to get the jeans over his ass.

Meanwhile, Sam abandoned pretense as well, moving out of Peter's line of sight and tucking his hand into his shorts to stroke his cock. Jeff glared at him, but the knowledge that his friend touched himself to the sight of this female body made Jeff feel electric. Jeff pulled down his boxers just in time to hear a wet pop from between his legs. His hand gripped in vain at the spot where his cock had been, instead finding a smooth mound. Trailing his hand down slightly further, he encountered wet lips that greeted his invading finger hungrily.

“Mother..fucker..,” Peter whispered. “Jeff, you have a pussy, dude.”

Jeff. That doesn't sound right. “Call me Jenny,” she replied. Jeff is gone.

Peter held up his hands, backing away. “Nope, that's fucking insane. I'm going for a doctor or something. I --”

Jenny cut him off as she closed the distance to her old friend. She held a finger to his lips and pressed her naked body into his, forcing his hard cock to push against the upper part of her pussy. “What's the matter, Peter? Don't know what to do with a girl like me?”

Peter struggled to keep his thoughts about him, “You're not a girl. You're Jeff, my male friend, who like ten seconds ago had a dick.”

Jenny took his hand and guided it down to the slick lips of her new pussy. “Do I have a dick now?” Peter shuddered as his fingers slipped into his friend's virgin pussy. Jenny let out a quick gasp of pleasure. She looked over Peter's shoulder at Sam. The other man in the room had dropped his pants entirely and masturbated openly to the sight of her naked body. She grew wetter around Peter's fingers, but a new desire had taken over her body.

Dropping to her knees in front of Peter, she appreciated the soft mats which lined the whole room. Whatever Peter's reservations had been, they evaporated as Jenny fished his cock out from his pants. Peter's clothes dropped to the ground around him as his cock sprang free in front of Jenny's face. Jenny knew she should be put off, that this wasn't something that she would have wanted ever before in her life. But now her mouth watered for the young man's cock. She looked up at Peter, her friend, as she took his cock into her mouth. Her tongue flicked over the opening in his dick, savoring the salty taste of precum as her hands gripped Peter's thighs. Jenny hummed in gratitude as she sucked on Peter's cock. She thought back to when she was Jeff, imagining what a woman's lips on her cock would have felt like. With some regret, she realized that she could never be a man again, but Peter's sudden urgency interrupted her thoughts.

His hips moved involuntarily forward, gently fucking the plump lips of his former football teammate. Jenny knew what was coming and bobbed her head eagerly. After a few moments, the first spurt of cum hit the back of her throat. She started to cough, but suppressed the urge. Moving her mouth down his length, she positioned his cock so the next wave of cum would land lightly on her tongue. More and more of the thick fluid filled her mouth. She brimmed with pride for Peter for his massive load, giving him a light tug on the balls and driving him to the tip of his toes in pleasure. Reluctantly, she let his withering cock slip from her mouth, remembering how sensitive a cock could become after orgasm.

Peter thought he must be in shock. His friend was now a gorgeous, porn star slut who had given him a blow job. His mind raced with questions, and he went over to look at the paper Jeff had been reading before the madness started.

Sam moved over Jenny, somewhat bashfully offering his erect cock to her. Whatever loyalty Sam had to his friend had disappeared rapidly, replaced by a primal lust that made him all too eager to have the former Jeff give him the same treatment that Peter received. Jenny had other plans in mind. Her pussy ached to be filled. For all the times Jeff had masturbated to the images of women pleasuring themselves or being pleasured by over sized cocks, he had not once considered what a woman experienced when one of the massive shafts pushed into her. Jenny wanted to find out.

“Sammy,” she cooed. “You've been so angsty all day. Worried about what all the other boys would think if you came onto the cheer team? What will they think if you cum on a cheerleader though? Would all our old teammates be green with envy if you got to jerk off on my big titties?” Sam nodded and stroked his cock faster, aiming it at Jenny's fat breasts. “No, no, sweetie,” she said, grabbing hold of his hand to stop him. “Don't you want the whole thing? Don't you want to feel your cock inside of me? My pussy is so empty. I need something inside of it. Will you stuff this cock in me, Sammy?”

Turning around, she bent over in front of Sam. Her ass wobbled slightly as she shook from side to side. Between her legs, her sex glistened with anticipation. Knowing Sam would have a hard time at that angle, after all Jenny had retained all of Jeff's height, she dropped down to all fours and arched her back downward, pushing her ass up towards her friend. Sam wasted no time. With the fumbling rush of an inexperienced man, he positioned himself behind her, his cock probing forward ineffectively for her entrance. Frustrated by his attempts, Jenny reached underneath them and took his cock in hand. Slowly, she guided him to the correct spot and grunted as he sheathed himself inside of her.

Her body started to bump forward slightly as Sam fucked into her. His cock pushed against her pussy walls making her feel full and content. The strange electric feeling that had spread slowly over her body now concentrated in the pit of her stomach. She understood what a male orgasm felt like, but did not know what to expect from the sensations building in her core.

Sam sloppily pursued his own goals though, a chase Jenny remembered fondly. He kneaded her ass as he sawed his cock into her over and over again. Eager to release the tension building inside of her, Jenny reached down to her pussy and rubbed slightly over the crest of her lips until she found the small nub. With one flick of her thumb, her world exploded. She started to smile and shake uncontrollably. Sam, encouraged by her reaction, slowed his pace slightly, pushing in with more force on each stroke until his cock twitched inside of her. The first rope of cum splashing inside of her pussy sent her over again, her body rocking with wave after wave of pleasure. Sam pushed into her one last time before holding still. Her body throbbed around his cock as he slowly withdrew. Thrilled and exhausted, Jenny rolled onto her back and stared up at the ceiling.

Sam looked over at the woman who had an hour earlier been his friend Jeff. It had been the most divine thing he'd ever experienced. Never in a thousand years would he have the chance to fuck a girl that hot again. Peter walked over to him and both young men made a valiant effort to not look at the other's wet cock. Peter handed him a piece of paper.

“This is what he...uh, she was reading before it started,” Peter said, his voice cracking halfway through the sentence.

Sam looked down and attempted to read the words on the page. As he did, he was slightly thankful that he'd already taken off his shirt. Looking up at Peter, he realized that his friend was likely happy about the same thing. Peter's breasts filled in nicely, and Sam hoped that his would be that perfect in size and shape as well. Jeff was lucky to go first, Sam thought. We won't have time to fuck anyone before Tabitha comes back and makes us audition.

Peter knew what the pulling sensation meant. He didn't mind. He was sure this meant that they had a spot on the squad. He heard the door open, and Tabitha walked in with the rest of the cheerleaders. They all looked so happy to see the new recruits. Tabitha carried three new uniforms and some street clothes.

“Congratulations girls, you made the squad.”