Friday nights could usually find me on the field, sweaty and a little bruised but happy as hell to be out there. After the game I'd shower with the guys, sometimes in an angry silence at a loss, thinking on what to do next time, but more often than not we simply traded jokes and laughs, high on yet another win. We didn't lose much, we took pride in that. Our school was big on football. Oh sure, we had other popular sports, baseball and basketball, soccer too, but nothing brought out the crowds as much as football.
Today was a particularly spectacular win. We were so close most of the game, taking it into overtime, but we won in the end. As we showered and talked about our weekend plans, I felt like someone was lightly touching my ass. Glancing back I noticed a pair of baby blues on the other side of the room, they flickered away the moment they caught mine. I turned back to my shower and smiled. Unlike most guys in sports, I was openly bi. I loved to fuck. Men, women, it didn't matter to me. And everyone knew it. At first people are shocked, they expect a guy like me to be all rugged and brass.
I'm 6'6", 220 lbs. of muscle, strong and fit from years of sports. My skin is tanned both naturally and from being outside so much. I have black hair cut short, and a pair of green eyes that can always get me out of trouble, especially when paired with a bright white smile. I know how my body looks, and I know how people react to it. It's not being vain or conceited, it's knowing what's there and how to use it.
I finished up my shower and headed into the locker room where some of the guys were already changing. They didn't much mind anymore that I liked men too, after the first few games with me on the team, seeing that I didn't turn into a wild beast and fuck them all -- even though that sometimes sounded delightful -- they got used to me and were back to normal. I slipped into some jeans and a shirt, rubbing a towel over my head before shoving my locker shut with a metal clang. I was one of the first done and ready to leave, I wanted some ass tonight.
"Hey Gabe?!" I turned back and looked for the voice. It belonged to one of the newbies on the team, a smaller guy with quick feet and the sort of soft look girls went for.
"Uh, yeah?" I needed ass bad, after all the rush from a game my dick just couldn't handle being cooped up for long. I shifted my stance and swung my bag to my other side.
"Do ya think I can hitch a ride with you if you're headed back towards campus? Benson bailed on me when he his old lady called. So I'm stranded." I remembered his name suddenly, it was Thomas, the aforementioned Benson's cousin. I couldn't let him walk back, not with all his gear, and not so far, and none of the others would, I knew they'd do it just to pick on the rookie. I sighed and sent an apology down to my prick, promising I'd find a nice tight ass to sink him into later.
"Ya, I can give you a ride. Get your shit together and be out at my truck in five or I will leave your scrawny ass behind." I walked out, not waiting for his reply.
He was quick enough, only took three minutes before his gear was in the bed of my truck alongside mine, no way either of our gear was gonna stink up my baby. It was a good half-hours drive back, and my body was going downhill fast. All I wanted to do was fuck, and I had to wait. Thomas, the little dick, wasn't helping. He kept shifting around to look at me, and with me being how I am, I couldn't help notice all the little things that made him damn sexy. The curve of his plump lips, the way that when he yawned, his mouth opened wide enough to slide my dick in, how his fingers toyed with the buckle. God I just wanted to reach over and fuck his little mouth, and then his ass. I knew it would be tight. He was so small, and his ass would be virgin. From what I knew of him he was straight as his cousin, and I didn't fuck people who didn't want it, no matter how horny I got.
