College Football
I crashed onto my back hard. The cloudless blue sky covered my vision as I lay on the grass, dazed from my impact. It was college football practice. One of my teammates, Martin, was the one who tackled me on the floor. He stood over me, his green mess shorts moving in the wind. The sun peeking from behind his head. Martin squatted down and held his hand out, "Did I hit you too hard?" a grin was plastered on his face. He knew he did.
I grabbed Martin's arm, and he pulled me up to my feet. "You did, but that's what practice is for."
Martin was 20 years old, the same age as me. He had come to college with an interest in music. He stood 6'2 in height and had a slender, muscular build. His skin was tan, with bushy eyebrows and black hair neatly combed back. He also had a trimmed goatee on his chin.
Martin turned me around and patted my body to remove dirt and grass. He moved down my back and onto my butt, giving it a few smacks. I liked it when he did that. "Thanks," I said.
He winked, "No problem, don't think nothing of it, though."
Martin knew I was gay and did everyone on the team. No one cared about my sexuality, but it didn't stop them from making jokes, which I took in stride. It was all locker room talk.
I stood behind another teammate who was bent over before me, my pelvis only a few inches from his butt. My hands were right above his scrotum. The football was planted on the grass before him. Coach Kyle blew the whistle, and I felt the football come into my hands, but I didn't grab it. I was distracted by the butt that was right in front of my pelvis.
Coach Kyle blew the whistle again, "Rodriguez! What the hell?" he yelled at me.
"Sorry, Coach Kyle. I was about to sneeze," I said.
"Yeah, right, you were staring at Peterson's ass, Cum brain!" That was Billy Chapman.
Coach Kyle blew the whistle, "Chapman, watch your mouth!"
The Coach Kyle approached me and said, "What the fuck are you doing, Rodriguez?"
"It was a simple mistake, Coach Kyle. It won't happen again."
"I know it won't," he said through his teeth.
"Alright, let's go back into formation!" the Coach Kyle yelled.
I stood behind Peterson, and from the corner of my eye, I saw Billy raise his shirt, exposing his rockhard abs and blowing me a kiss, "Don't get distracted, Cum bucket."
Coach Kyle blew the whistle again, "Chapman! You make one more derogative remark; I'll have you doing miles in your tighty-whities!"
That's when everyone turned on Billy and started laughing at him. Embarrassed, he said, "My girlfriends love them, so fuck off!"
The Coach Kyle smiled, "Doesn't feel good, huh? Shut your trap and get in the formation. " Before he turned, he pointed a finger at Chapman, "I'm serious. I'll have you running out here if you open your mouth like that."
Billy's face went earnest as if a child had been scolded. "Yes, sir," he turned to me, "I'll keep my comments to myself."
The Coach Kyle didn't say anything. Everyone got into position, and Peterson began to yell commands. A few seconds later, I felt the football in my hands; I grabbed it and started moving back. I saw Martin run around the group of guys, and I threw the ball towards him. Martin began to run and leaped into the air to catch the ball. However, I didn't see him catch the ball as Kristopher tackled me.
In the locker room, we all showered. I was only a few lockers away from Martin and Billy's lockers. As I change, I would slightly turn my head to peek at them while they change. Billy had walked into the aisle still wet with a towel wrapped around his waist.
Billy was light-skinned and tall, 6'4 inches to be exact. He had well-defined muscles, crystal blue eyes, short blond hair, and a faceless face that always looked better with a smile. The guy was a living, breathing Adonis. He was a wrestler in high school, where he got his physique. Although he called me names and teased me about my sexuality, he wasn't an asshole. He was charming but different in front of the guys.
I sat on the wooden bench, nearly fully dressed, and began to lace up my shoes. From the corner of my eye, I watched Billy walk around while he spoke with Martin. I could hear the conversation; they discussed throwing a party for one of their friends. Martin walked around in a pair of black briefs; he was comfortable wearing them around the guys. The brand was Nike. They hugged his slim figure well. The well-rounded butt filled the underwear nicely.
Billy removed the towel, exposing two toned butt cheeks. A tan line was visible just below his butt cheeks, where his thighs started. Which told me he wore Speedos to the beach. I had to join them at their next beach party. Billy turned around to face his locker and opened it. From my point of view, I was able to see his cock as it hung out before him. Flaccid, the cock was nearly 5 inches. His foreskin covered the tip. He bent his right knee to put his leg into the leg of the brief, then did the same with the other leg. Slowly, he pulled up the white Calvin Klien briefs. Billy's cock got caught on the waistband of the underwear and was lifted upward, then was fully covered by the cotton underwear. Billy turned towards Martin as he adjusted his underwear. The briefs were snug on his muscular body. I wanted so much to press my face against his voluptuous butt.
I felt an impression in my pants; I was erect. Quickly, I closed my legs and rose to my feet, intending to leave. I wore tight pants, so the erection was visible. As I walked down the walkway, I was stopped. I felt a tight grip on my right shoulder. Slowly, I turned to see Billy standing behind me. He had a smile on his face.
"Where the fuck do you think you're going?" he said.
Confused by the question, "Home, why do you ask?" I said.
Billy turned me around entirely. I tried to cover my erection but by the explosion of laughter from Billy. I wasn't fast enough to cover my erection. "He had a hard-on!" Billy yelled.
Martin came rushing towards us. My cheeks flushed red from embarrassment.
"Holy shit, Rodriguez, you got a woody!" Martin said.
Billy looked around and patted me on the shoulder, "Did you get a stiffy gazing at my body?" he whispered.
There wasn't a reason to lie at this point, so I spoke the truth: "I did, Billy. You have such an amazing figure. Why don't we have some private time?" I teased.
Billy slapped my hand away, "You'd love that, huh? Fuck off, faggot."
I grinned, "As you command," I bowed and then turned around. As I walked away, I paid close attention to their conversation. It was briefly about me but then shifted to another topic. I turned my head to see that Billy wasn't facing my way. Before I turned the corner, I took out my phone and took a picture of his gorgeous body in his cute white briefs.
A few hours later, I returned to the locker room after I realized I had left a textbook in it. The locker room was empty, and not even Coach Kyle was around. I walked down the aisle and opened my locker to get the textbook. After I closed it, I realized I had to go to the restroom. Walking past Billy's locker, I realized it wasn't fully locked. The lock wasn't closed all the way. I did a quick look around to see if anyone was nearby. When I saw it was clear, I opened Billy's locker. It housed his clothes and a few bottles of body spray. As I moved things around in his locker, I noticed a pair of briefs underneath his shorts. I felt the sudden urge to take it, but the guilt denied me the action.
For the next few seconds, my mind fought over whether to take the pair of underwear. In the end, I grabbed the pair. I doubt Billy would even notice. And even if he did, how would he know it was me?
The sound of the locker room doors opening and then closing startled me. Someone had come in. Slowly, I walked away from the locker and to the end of the locker room. I pressed my back against the wall and remained quiet. I heard footsteps coming closer to me. If I stayed calm, hopefully, the person inside wouldn't notice me.
Coach Kyle appeared and walked down the locker room aisles. He would've seen me at the end of the aisle if I hadn't moved against the end of the locker. I waited for him to walk away before making my move.
I walked to the entrance when Coach Kyle walked to the opposite end of the locker room. The door's opening would make a noise, so I had to prepare to run when I opened it.
I ran down the hallway and turned before the door even closed. A few seconds later, Coach Kyle called out for the person inside, but by then, I was already far away from him. I got to my car and then drove home.
When I got home, I quickly went to my bedroom, kicked off my shoes, and jumped onto the bed. I held Billy's used briefs in my hand; then I took out my phone. I gazed at the picture of him in his briefs. He looked so hot in them. I wished I could drain his massive cock, but the chances of that happening were slim. I put on his pair of underwear. They fit well.
