An avid football fan, I still go to my alma mater from time to time so that I could watch these games and feel young once again as I recall how exciting it had been to be rooting for your team. It was in one of these games that I met a college voyeur. His name was Icarus though I had always wondered if that was his real name.
I was sitting next to him during one particularly disappointing match.
“Those chicks are cheering well, don’t you think?” he asked me, pointing to the cheerleaders who were cheering half heartedly.
“I guess so,” I said, shrugging my shoulders.
“That’s because they had just fought among themselves as to who could fuck Allan after the game,” he said, smiling.
“How the hell did you know that?”
“Icarus, sport voyeur at your service, Sir,” he said, almost comically.
“Well, Icarus, how did you know that?” I insisted.
“Because I watched them fight. They were in the locker room and that blonde chick sitting the end of the first line was adjusting her boobies to make them look bigger. That ebony chick suddenly arrived and told her that she could not fuck Allan because it was not her turn yet. Before the ebony chick could finish, one of the twins arrived. See those pretty chicks standing close to the coach? Those are the twins. Anyway, she said that it was her turn!”
I laughed. This college voyeur is good but he is a gossip, too. I didn’t take him that seriously, thinking that he was just making the tale up for conversation. Then, when the game ended, the chicks he mentioned ran to the quarterback and kissed him. They actually began to fight as to who could kiss him first.
“I told you so,” the college voyeur winked at me.
I sighed. “Alright, Mr. Cool Voyeur. I’ll feed you and you give me porn videos of those chicks.”
“Thought you’d never ask!” he said, grinning from ear to ear.
