I've always been a big fan of football, not so much the game but the players. I think it all started when I was 18 and a senior in high school when I became intimately familiar with the football team.
I was a bit of a nerd in high school. I ran around with the bookish crowd, but was not the most intellectual of the bunch. In my black plastic rimmed glasses and white starched shirts I looked more like a junior executive than a high school student. Because of that, I fit right in with the literary club, the drama club and the other groups of kids who banded together in an attempt to fend off the inevitable taunts that went with the territory.
I was a little overweight, a problem that has plagued me for most of my life. I was also not very athletic, something I managed to change as I grew older. Today, I work out regularly and though I am a bit beefy, I am happy with my body. Back then I was not very happy, mainly because I was still deep in the closet.
Because of some health problems, and mainly because I was terminally shy, I ended up spending my gym classes as the locker room supervisor. The entailed managing the basket room where students checked their belongings, passing out towels after workouts and tidying up the locker room after class.
I guess this position suited me well for a variety of reasons. First, I had a quasi-authority. I controlled the towels and guarded the valuables. Secondly, I got to avoid taking a shower, which meant I wold not have to be naked in front of the other boys. I know now my shyness was due to my fear that I would become aroused around so much naked male flesh. I am proud to say that today, I have gotten over that problem as well. Oh I still get aroused, I am just no longer shy about it!
The coach became quite friendly with me and eventually asked me if I would like to help out with the Varsity Football team, all seniors and 18 like me. Since that meant that I would be able to see the hottest and the hunkiest guys in school naked on a regular basis, I agreed.
I became the equipment manager. That meant I was the one who arranged all the pads and uniforms before practice and games. I also was in charge of cleaning and taking care of the equipment as well. It was a job I took to with zeal, and though it meant neglecting a few meetings of the book club, I became the envy of my peers. Later, I found out that most of them turned out to be gay. Big surprise!
Spending all that time with the football team gave me an opportunity to come out of my shell a bit, and soon the players became downright friendly toward me. I would chat with them after practice about their girlfriends and school, and listen to them go on and on about the games they played. I acted as though I was intently interested in every nuance of the latest play they were running, or just how close they cam to making that goal. In reality I just liked being around them. I liked their rugged budding masculinity and the physicality they shared with each other. Where else could you pat guys on the butt and not be thought of as a little odd?
One afternoon after a late practice session, long after the school was emptied, I was walking around the locker room picking up the last of the towels and a couple of stray jocks when I heard sounds coming from the Physical Therapy room. Our school had a special room with a whirlpool bath and massage table for use during the most intense training sessions.
As I neared the door, I recognized the voice of the second string quarterback, Dan. He was kind of a big guy for a quarterback, but very quick on his feet and had a good passing arm.
"Aw man, that's awesome!" There was something in his voice that told me he wasn't just having a conversation. As I nudged the door open, I had that suspicion confirmed.
Dan was spread across the massage table, still wearing his football pants and pads. His rounded butt gleamed in the shiny crimson fabric. As I looked in further I saw the source of his pleasure. Josh the tight end, was massaging his thighs and backside through the fabric.
"Shit your ass feels nice in these." Josh reached up to the waist of Dan's pants and pulled the kidney pads out and tossed them on the floor.
"Now I can really feel that ass."
And feel it he did. Josh lovingly caressed, kneaded and stroked the quarterback's tight butt until Dan was writhing in pleasure. Josh was pretty worked up as well as I could tell from the huge bulge in his jock.
Just as the pressure was starting to mount in my own pants, Josh couldn't stand being separated from Dan's hot ass by the fabric of the football pants any longer. He grabbed the waistband and forced them over Dan's round butt.
"My God you have a fine ass, boy" Josh said, running his hands over the white skin framed by the straps of Dan's jock.
"Better than John's?" Dan moaned.
"Way better," said Josh. "But I guess you are pretty familiar with his ass, aren't you?"
John was the Center and Dan spend long hours with his hands between John's legs taking the snaps during practice.
