We, the Highway Patrol, are always trying to improve PR with the community. We were invited to field a team to compete with the local college team. We had enough with a couple extras. We decided on Red shorts with White compression shorts and Red jerseys with White writing. As we walked to the field from the locker room the college players met us, and we walked to the field together.
We started the game and were introduced by the announcer. As we took our positions to start the game someone walked by and asked as he walked by, "Are you sure your gonna be able to do this thing pops?"
I looked and it was Swain Hodge. He was about 5'9", 170, thin but well built. I replied, "Don't let me get near you boy, that little boy bun there is the perfect leverage. It'll be something for me to grab onto."
He was intentionally playing close, a little too close. I started playing him close, intentionally bumping into him and rubbing his ass and groin. We went on like this during the first time. We were leaving the field for half time and Swain walked up behind slapping my ass and saying, "You are doing pretty damn good pops."
When we came back neither one of us started so we just stood talking. Swain told me he was 21 and on scholarship. I told him I really liked his little boy bun and he just blushed. His name was called, and he entered the game, during play he wound up on his back on the ground in front of me. I stepped up with my feet on either side of his head and offered a hand to him as I smiled. I said, "Let Pops help you boy, take my hand."
The game went right to end, and the college boys eked out a win. As we were shaking hands after the game Swain asked if we were going to meet and greet afterwards. I told him we'd be there. We both headed for our team's respective locker rooms. After we had showered and dressed we headed for the meet and greet. We walked in and Swain walked up telling me everything was on the house.
We worked around the room to the line to get the finger goods. Everyone was talking and getting better acquainted and the photographers were taking photos. People were mingling but Swain never got to far from my side, I thought I felt him caressing my ass a few times. The meet and greet was starting to wind down. I started across the room and my foot slipped out from under me.
Next thing I knew I was waking up in the hospital. Swain was there at my side, he said, "You slipped on some liquid in the floor and was knocked out. Your coworkers had to get the others back. Your friend said he'd come back to get you, all you got to do is call him."
"Call him, I need to get home."
"No can do, the doctor says you got to stay 12 hours just to verify no further issues pops. I got his number and I'll get him when you can travel."
"What am I going to do for 12 hours here?"
"I am here to keep you company pops, let's talk."
We talked, Swain waited on me hand and foot while we killed the time. I said to Swain, "Call the nurse, I need to take a piss."