Alured de Valer

Victory Tour (Part 270)

Friday, Nov. 16

GAME DAY — FIRST ROUND, WILDCATS

I awoke a little after 6 feeling amazingly refreshed, much better than yesterday. Maybe I oughta fall asleep sucking on a titty more often.

My mood also seemed better. I didn't feel like strangling the next person I came across. Just the next person who gave me shit.

Jo was still cuddled up to me, tits pressed against my side. I just lay there watching her sleep for an indeterminant amount of time. I ...

Victory Tour (Part 269)

"What have you gotten yourself into now, young man?" Miss Carla demanded as she came our way. "Marvin was in a panic when he found out you just took off like that. And you've been warned about getting too close to certain locations around here."

Mrs. Johnson was dressed professionally in a skirt-blouse-jacket combo that would have fit in almost anywhere, from educator to a law, medical or corporate office to a government agency. It was a look I thought suited her much better than her lu...

Victory Tour (Part 268)

The last thing I needed right now was to be around people. Even the thought of going to one of the restaurants near campus didn't appeal to me.

It didn't help my mood that there was quite a bit of traffic in the senior lot I had to dodge as I tried to make my way to the Beemer. The stupid bitch who honked her horn at me when I crossed a lane in front of her only made it worse.

That scene from "Midnight Cowboy" with Dustin Hoffman crossing the street flashed through my mind. It may...

Victory Tour (Part 267)

I dropped Sherry at the southeast entrance, telling her I'd bring her bag, and pulled around to my assigned spot.

It felt considerably warmer when I got out and opened the trunk. A look at the weather app on my phone showed it was almost 40 degrees and it wasn't yet 8 a.m. The temp had risen at least a dozen degrees since I left the apartment maybe a half hour ago. Must be that south wind I felt blowing about 15 miles an hour.

The good news was it was supposed to hit the mid-60s t...

Victory Tour (Part 266)

Thursday, Nov. 15

"You'd better get up, Daddy," a voice I thought I should recognize announced, forcing its way into my consciousness. "It's almost 7."

"OK, baby," I replied automatically as I struggled to come awake.

It took some time, but I slowly achieved functionality to the extent I was eventually sitting on the edge of the bed with my feet on the floor. I knew I was supposed to be doing something, but for the life of me I couldn't think what.

"Go wash up, Daddy,"...

Victory Tour (Part 265)

Practice turned out to be mostly uneventful. I don't know if Coach Tucker said anything, but for the most part the defense stayed far enough away from me to not cause any problems. And I didn't go looking for them.

The biggest controversy, if you could call it that, was the scout offense wanted me to serenade them again. Or at least use song lyrics instead of signals.

So, of course, the coaches didn't. They wanted me to use the Wildcats' regular snap count. The defense needed to k...

Victory Tour (Part 264)

I followed the head coach and principal across the hall and through the locker room to my latest execution. Neither man looked all that pleased with me for some reason.

I sat in what I'd come to think of as "my chair" in Coach's office — Lord knows I've spent enough time in it this fall — and waited for the fun to begin. It didn't take long.

"What'd you say to Hennings?" Dunwoody demanded.

"Nothing, really," I said, earning a pair of incredulous looks. "I was reading a b...

A little something that popped into my head

My mind takes some weird turns from time to time.

Case in point: These two YouTube videos about the Star Wars universe.

For some reason, I started hearing President Trump whenever they said Emperor Palpatine. It casts the story in a different light, lemme tell ya. I swear to God, if MAGA types start talking about how the force is strong with the president, I'm outta here.

https://youtu.be/4q...

Victory Tour (Part 263)

I read and made more notes on Act II, Scene 2 all through first period as my laptop and phone sucked up electricity. There were some things I was going to have to look up. Like "a good kissing carrion."

I know what carrion is (think roadkill) and I have absolutely no desire to kiss any. Kissing pretty girls is much more to my liking.

At the bell ending first period, I checked my phone. It was up to 80 percent, enough that I could get some work done.

I also checked the messag...

Victory Tour (Part 262)

Wednesday, Nov. 14

OK, I'm starting to get spoiled sharing a bed with two girls. This was — what — the third time in the last four days? And doing so in a queen bed was quite cozy.

Too bad it had to end.

"You need to get up, Daddy," Marie groaned. "It's almost 7. And get a shower. You smell like pussy again."

And whose fault is that, I thought as I struggled to come awake.

Movement was extremely difficult. I just didn't have any energy. Maybe I shouldn't have...

Victory Tour (Part 261)

Coach Tucker stepped out of the fieldhouse, blew a few blasts on his whistle and guys started lining up for calisthenics.

I was in a weird mood as we went through the exercises. The deal with Morgan was bad enough, but Hennings really pissed me off. The guy just wanted to bust me, never mind that I was operating within the rules. It made me want to play defense so I could put some pretty boy on his ass. Guess I'd just have to settle for some defensive player.

My mindset carried ov...

Victory Tour (Part 260)

Chuck and I loaded up and were soon on our way. I don't know if it was because of the weather or something else, but there wasn't a lot of traffic trying to get out of here today.

"What'd you do to get in trouble with Morgan?" the left guard asked, seeming unaware that Elise was officially part of the equation now. "She looked ready to jump down your throat and had reinforcements."

"Aw, you know how it is every now and then," I said. "Sometimes you're wrong just for being male. I ...

Victory Tour (Part 259)

I pulled around to my parking spot, grabbed the bags out of the trunk and hurried inside. It wasn't super cold out this morning, but the knowledge the temp was hovering around freezing seemed to make me think it was cold. And this was the first freeze of the fall.

Sherry was waiting for me right inside the door. With Staci, Bethany and Ny'Quesha. Their expressions indicated I had some splainin' to do.

"Morning, ladies," I said with a smile.

"Cut the crap," Bethany snapped, c...

Victory Tour (Part 258)

Tuesday, Nov. 13

I again woke up with multiple soft female forms pressed against me. It took a bit for me to understand my situation.

It couldn't be Arlene and Jan again. They were out of town.

It wouldn't be Karen and Chanda. Grandma never would have allowed it after all but walking in on us last night. Besides, the tits pushing into my flesh didn't feel big enough.

Maybe I should take a look and see who'd joined me in the night. I had to concentrate, but I eventuall...

Victory Tour (Part 257)

I made it out to the field and took my spot for calisthenics as The Boss made the speakers surrounding us vibrate.

"Cadillac, Cadillac. Long and dark, shiny and black."

"Man, who knew white folks be writin' songs ’bout me?" Marshawn cackled as we stretched.

"You? Brutha, that's ’bout me!" Jerome Jackson snorted.

"Don't thank I'd be braggin' ’bout some white dude sangin' ’bout me," Willie Joseph deadpanned. "Now, some pretty lil white gal? She wouldn't be able t...

Victory Tour (Part 256)

"What did you do to Marie?" Rhonda spat venomously when she got close.

At least she wasn't getting in my face, but several of my teammates perked up at the mention of another girl in my life. I did notice Rhonda was wearing a Crucifix on a little silver chain.

I also noticed Jed, Chuck and Marshawn, who'd all been witness to my submissive bitch's little tantrum yesterday evening, were pointedly ignoring me for the moment.

"I've done nothing to Marie," I said. "I haven't even...

Victory Tour (Part 255)

I should have stretched before I started running, but that would have required sitting on wet turf. My tushy was against the idea. So I started slowly and gradually increased my pace as I went. By the time I reached 20, the rain had all but stopped and I was going as fast as I could.

I was past 35 and nearing 40 when Coach Tucker came out to check on me. Or something like that.

"What the heck are you doing out here?" he demanded. "You're supposed to be in Coach Johnson's room." 2025-07-16 18:58:29 +0000 UTC View Post

Victory Tour (Part 254)

Monday, Nov. 12

It was still dark when I woke up. A look at the alarm clock showed it was almost 5:30. I don't know how much of that was because I was still getting used to the time change and how much was because I'd gone to bed fairly early last night, around 10:30.

Regardless, I'd better get moving. I had a lot on my plate today — starting independent study, closing on the Osborne house (even though I wouldn't be present for it), getting ready to play the Wildcats. I'd need t...

Victory Tour (Part 253)

I stepped out of the office to see several chairs from my dining table spread out in the living room where the occupants could see the TV without blocking the view from the couch. I noticed the state troopers accompanying the governor and a couple of the Tri-Star guys who'd come with the general had departed. I guess they had to get back to work after gorging on barbecue.

I was glad to see Lanny was still here. I had some tech questions I wanted to ask him, primarily about satellite pho...

Victory Tour (Part 252)

I thought about the topics discussed at the club as I drove back to Arlene's. The thought of marrying one of my girlfriends wasn't distasteful, I just wasn't looking for that to happen until I was at least 21, maybe a little older. Like 25. Or even 30.

At least a few of them — like Erin, Marie and Jo — admitted they shouldn't be my wife, while Karen and Kacie couldn't be because of the law. And there were the ones I simply hadn't spent enough time with to know them that well — Lup...

Victory Tour (Part 251)

Sunday, Nov. 11

I came awake slowly, surrounded by soft sensations. Something wasn't right. I remembered being alone when I went to bed last night.

Then I remembered just where I went to bed last night.

A glance to my right showed a beautiful redheaded goddess slumbering peacefully, her head on my shoulder. A glance down showed the top of a blonde head I thought I should recognize perched on my chest.

And they were both snuggled very close, each under one of my arms. 2025-06-04 12:03:42 +0000 UTC View Post

Victory Tour (Part 250)

"Thank you, baby," I said, accepting the clothes, which Marie instantly took back when she saw I was about to just drape them over the desk.

"Men," she muttered with a hint of exasperation. "Which bedroom are you taking? I'll hang them up there."

"I was just going to use this as my room," I said. "My grandmother's going to furnish it, maybe a daybed or something."

"Not the master bedroom?" Morgan asked.

"I was going to let Karen have it if she wants to live here," I sa...

Victory Tour (Part 249)

At the Osborne house, I noticed most of the small furniture and boxes had been loaded into the U-Haul. What remained outside wouldn't take long to load. I'm not sure each of my teammates would be required to lift more than one item.

The trailer attached to Mr. Osborne's fancy pickup contained the dresser and dismantled bed the granddaughter would be getting. There was plenty of room for the recliners they were taking.

I stepped through the front door to see Kelli, Callie, Keri and...

Victory Tour (Part 248)

"As safe as it's going to be," Arlene smirked.

The psychologist and a nervous-looking refugee emerged and immediately became the focus of attention, which took some of the heat off me at Lupita's expense. Karen's embarrassment increased when her colleague raised an eyebrow at my aunt's state of dishabille.

Miss Carla stepped in to make introductions before either could say a word.

"Ladies, this is Dr. Chanda Ramakrishnan and Maria Guadalupe Hidalgo Garcia Mojica, who goes by...

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Victory Tour (Part 246)

"Good morning, dear," Grandma said as Ccookshack's open sign flickered on. "How's your shoulder?"

"The trainers think it was just a pinched nerve," I said, moving to hold the door for all the ladies. "It feels much better now. I should be able to play next week."

"That's nice," my grandmother said as she entered the restaurant. "The referees should've thrown all those boys out of the game last night. I've never seen such dirty play. They were intentionally trying to hurt people!"<...

Victory Tour (Part 245)

Saturday, Nov. 10

Marie woke me up about 7:15. An indication of how out of it I was after taking Josephine around the world last night should be that I never noticed either of my pets exiting the bed we'd shared.

"You go shower in my bathroom, Daddy," my original pet said. "I laid out clothes for you with all your stuff. Breakfast will be ready in the apartment by the time you're done. You'd better hurry if you're going to make your appointment."

"Where's Josephine?" I grunt...

Victory Tour (Part 244)

"I have to do what now?" I asked in mild confusion as the woman fidgeted and blushed prettily.

"You have to save her, Daddy," Marie begged. "She's a pet who's been left a stray and I'm afraid someone like that Mr. Reynolds will try to take her! We have to hurry!"

"Calm down, baby," I said as soothingly as I could manage, looking around to see if anyone was paying attention to our conversation. "I still have to get back to school to shower and change. And I need to eat. Why don't I...

Victory Tour (Part 243)

I was awakened by someone gently shaking my shoulder. That was much nicer than how the trainers had reacted two weeks ago. When I went out and threw six touchdown passes against the Hawks.

I noticed Reggie, who'd thrown seven TDs last week against the Cardinals after being allowed to take a nap, was snoring softly on the next table over.

"You need to get up," I heard Morgan whisper in my ear. "It's after 4:30. I brought you a snack."

"Thank you, baby," I mumbled as I struggl...

Billy Bob and Katya

By Gary Robinson (as told to Alured de Valer)

Billy Bob Barnes dragged himself out of bed that Saturday morning to tend to his chores. He again asked himself why he'd let his dad talk him into coming back to the farm after earning his degree in agriculture economics. He'd passed on a couple of job offers that sounded quite lucrative.

Yeah, he would've had to spend a lot of time traveling from a home base in a town like Amarillo or Lubbock, but there ...