One Who Understands

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 groin 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 sucking 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 groin 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 cock inside them. His shame. The reason they refer to him as a horse. Ten inches of cock 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!

Chapter 4

Sleep came very slowly for Ed so he was jolted out of an exhausted slumber when Shirley slapped him awake in the middle of the night.

"Ow! What?"

"I'm hurting so bad. I need a massage. Now!" she whined. He could smell the whisky on her breath. No doubt with a Percocet chaser. The pain must be bad as she rarely climbed down the stairs into the basement. He'd have to carry her back to her room.

Ed sat up and got out of bed and prepared to lift her. Instead Shirley immediately laid down in his place. She allowed herself a secret moment to just absorb the feeling of his body heat from the mattress and his masculine scent on the sheets. Because of his size and weight they'd bought him a decent quality pillow top mattress years ago from a guy with a truck who had 'found' some mattresses.

"My back hurts so much!" she moaned.

He was still partially asleep so he started to rub her back through her nightie but she cursed at him and told him to remove it. She struggled to lift herself enough for him to lift up the nightie but he accidentally brushed the sides of her large breast as he pulled the garment up. His cock immediately woke up and he cursed under his breath. He got her nightie off but he couldn't see how hard Shirley's nipples had become from his touch.

He put his hands on her back and began his deep muscle massage routine he had developed for her. She whimpered and moaned and cooed under his strong hands and his cock got harder and more sensitive the more he touched the woman's body. He had to sweep her ass length wavy brown hair from side to side so he could work unimpeded as he crossed her back. The ends of her hair tickled across her ass cheeks and she trembled with need. It had been a long time since she'd felt an intimate sexual touch of a man. The drugs in her system blunted the fact that the man touching her was related to her.

The pain shot through her again from her upper shoulders. She'd been struck in the spine just between the shoulder blades by a piece of suspended equipment being moved through the factory floor. That had been years before but her body had never recovered. The medical coverage was barely enough to cover the painkillers and she hadn't been able to afford chiropractic care. It wasn't in her health plan.

Ed was massaging on automatic as his sleepy brain dragged him back down. In his mind he was going over the material he'd read on spinal alignment. The body was just another machine to be repaired. He ran his thumbs up both sides of her spine and every time he felt a misalignment he'd push one side or the other or sometimes both. Her spine popped and creaked and Shirley was too stunned to speak. She was terrified at what he was doing but she couldn't speak as the relief after every pop was immense. He reached the point where the main injury had taken place and there was a major misalignment. Before she could even squeak in protest he pressed hard and there was a loud crack. The intensity caused Shirley to pass out. Ed's hands continued up on autopilot until he was sure every vertebrae was straight. He ran his thumbs back down her spine and everything felt right. His hands were on her ass and suddenly he was kneading them. His cock got harder and harder until it was tenting his baggy shorts badly. He frowned and woke up again realizing he'd pulled Shirley's panties down and he was rubbing her deep in the cleft of her ass. Her hips were rolling and she was moaning.

Shirley resurfaced with the most delicious feelings coming from down below. Then she realized she wasn't in pain any more. None. It was completely gone. The delicious feelings were going away as Ed was realizing what he was doing. She was so close to having an orgasm and she hadn't had one in years. A decade at least!

"That's helping make my pain go away! Keep doing that!" she growled desperately.

Ed's hands twitched at the sound of her voice but they went back to squeezing and kneading her ass cheeks almost down to her pussy. She began to moan again but it sounded a little more frantic now. She exhaled noisily and her whole body shook. He throbbed painfully.

Shirley gasped and panted through her explosive orgasm and when it had finally subsided she felt something pressing against her leg. She sat up and realized she still didn't feel any pain. She looked down and saw the enormous bulge in Ed's shorts.

"What the fuck is that?" she gasped.

"Nothing," he mumbled, looking away.

"You dirty boy! Did you get a boner when you gave me a massage?" she hissed, not able to tear her eyes away.

"I'm sorry. I- I couldn't stop it."

"Take those off!" she said pointing to his shorts.

Ed's eyes shot up to look at her flustered and reddened face which he mistook for anger. He slid his shorts down and his cock bounced free.

Shirley gasped once more when it was exposed and she grabbed it with both hands. Ed gasped.

"You dirty, dirty boy! Getting a boner for your Aunt Shirley!" She was growling angrily but her hands were squeezing and stroking up and down.

Ed leaned back to pull away from her touch but she just started to stroke him faster in her tight grip. The sensations were flooding Ed's mind and he moaned and shuddered as pleasure shot through him.

"You were thinking all kinds of nasty things about your Aunt Shirley weren't you!" she said in a breathy voice, her eyes locked on her hands pumping his cock so quickly now.

"Wait! Some- something's happening... stop, I- oh! I can't hold it-" Ed desperately tried to get Shirley to stop but she just went faster and used one hand to rapidly stroke the top three inches and the head.

"OH FU-" Ed began to yell before Shirley slapped a hand over his mouth.

Ed's mind whited out as stream after stream of cum exploded from him to splash over Shirley's face, chin, neck and chest. When he came back to his senses he was leaning back on his elbows breathing hard. He looked at Shirley and saw she was covered in his cum but she was no longer holding his cock. Her mouth was open and she was trembling but he couldn't read her expression. He thought she might just begin to scream at him but instead her voice was low and smooth.

"You are a wicked and dirty boy. Look what you've done to me!" She smeared her fingers in the cum and rubbed it on her neck and chest. He wasn't sure how that was making it less of a mess but her glassy eyes never left his. "I have to go clean up now. I want you to think about how wicked you were. How you are going to make it up to me. Such a dirty boy!"

"I'm sorry-" he began.

"No! I don't want to talk about it. You won't speak a word of this... wicked act to anyone. Do you hear me?" Shirley hissed quietly.

"Yes."

Shirley stood up and wobbled a little. She wasn't used to walking without being hunched over and her orgasm was still with her. With her back to Ed she stroked a finger through a streak of his cum and raised it to her lips and inside. She shivered at the taste as it brought back memories of the incredible sex she used to have. She left Ed's bedroom with a final stern look back at him.

Ed was so distraught over what he'd just done he failed to realize that Shirley was able to walk all the way back to her room upstairs by herself.