Go Team Go! A Male Cheerleader’s Generic Viagra Conquest

I suppose a lot of men catch themselves daydreaming about their carefree college days-especially if they're having a little erectile dysfunction problem, and would rather live in the past than order some Generic Viagra. With a problem as humiliating as that can be, who wouldn't seek comfort in memories of one's glory days? Somehow it's a lot easier to daydream than to get real and order some Generic Viagra. I often remember my days in the cheerleading squad. That's right, I was a male cheerleader. Yeah, scoff all you want. But keep in mind who it was that rode in the same bus with the female cheerleaders! Sure, some of the really cute ones may have had a thing the team quarterback-but rest assured, they knew who to turn to in the locker room when they needed a good old-fashioned pounding. Back in the days before I dreamed of ever needing Generic Viagra, I was one of those guys. I'm talking about the guys they could trust to toss them into the air, stick their hands up their little cheerleading skirts, and hold them aloft while they rah-rah-rahed during the game, then catch them when they fell. Besides, there was something phallic about those big megaphones we were always brandishing, and huffing and shouting and grunting into. Something about it made their little pom-poms quiver, I guess.

I ordered some Generic Viagra not long before my ten-year college reunion, when I knew the cheerleading squad would be getting back together near the football field. I was curious to see whether or not the years had been kind to Cindy-back in the day, she was a little hottie, let me tell you. She used to wear me out in the locker room. I was hoping so much to see her, and to "renew acquaintances," that I finally ordered the Generic Viagra, although I'd been putting it off for some time. It arrived just in time, and no one was the wiser; I kept it discreetly in my pants pocket, ready to extract whenever the opportunity arose. I took some just before the cheerleader gathering. And sure enough, when I saw Cindy standing at the fifty-yard line, in her old cheerleading outfit, I could feel that... opportunity arising. Thanks to Generic Viagra, I had an erection like a flagpole. I walked up to her, deliberately flaunting my hard-on-because she looked great. "Cindy!" I said, "Let's do it!" "Our routine, you mean?" she joked flirtatiously. Without further ado, I grabbed her little waist and tossed her up into the air, catching her with one hand, my palm forming a nice little seat for her taut little... seat. My Generic Viagra erection raging and fuming, I looked up and watched that little skirt billowing in the breeze, just like old days-and I saw a little something inside that skirt, too.

I carried her right off the field, and into the bowels of the stadium... past the empty locker room, and into the shower area. There wasn't a soul around. She unzipped my fly, and gasped with joy as my team mascot jumped out of my pants. It was all natural-she had no idea I'd been taking Generic Viagra. After paying me lip service, she quickly tore the rest of my clothes off; I simply reached under her cheerleading skirt and slipped her panties aside, turned on the shower, and took her against the wall as she lathered my chest and shoulders up with some soap. Thanks to Generic Viagra, there was no stopping me. I'd like to see a quarterback take a girl with that kind of authority! Afterwards, Cindy complained joyfully that she couldn't walk. I carried her tenderly to my car, and drove her to the nearest five-star restaurant! We'd outgrown college food, and besides, we had a lot to celebrate-including Generic Viagra.