This is a story of what happened to me as a freshman in college. My name is Justin and I was a football hero. This happened twelve years ago after receiving a football scholarship at a major school. I was nineteen at the time and had been heavily recruited coming out of high school. I played defensive back and had a great high school record. As a poor white kid from the Seattle area, I had never traveled out of the state of Washington. I had a choice of big schools to go to with full scholarship offers so I picked one all the way across the country in a deep south state. For the next four years I would be a thousand miles from home. When I left home, I was a sexual novice. As a football star, I had girlfriends of course but very limited experience. I had not done anything considered wild or kinky. I had my share of fantasies and hoped that college would provide me with some opportunities to act on them. I had never done anything with guys but I was curious. The macho stigma of football players always seemed to get in the way. For years, I kept my curiosity to myself.
Summer practice was hot, hard and grueling, especially for us freshmen. We had to work twice as hard and still got twice the abuse. I played safety and was doing extremely well. The coaches seemed impressed by my skills and hard work. Every day I got better and better and the coaches gave me a chance with the first team defense to see how I would do. The first play was a screen and our defense was caught by surprise. The running back caught the ball with blockers in front and no one to stop them. It looked like a sure touchdown but as the safety, I had to do everything possible to prevent one. I made a move on the center, Mike and blew past the fullback Tony to make the tackle. A couple plays later, our captain, middle linebacker Henry, called a blitz with himself going in. He called for man coverage. As soon as the offense lined up, I knew it was a mistake. I saw the quarterback Trent read it and make an audible. I read the tight end crossing over the middle where Henry would usually be. I expected Henry, a senior and veteran to read it too and check out of the blitz but he didn't. I quickly abandon the man coverage and made a move to the middle on the snap. I stepped in front of the tight end and picked off the pass, returning it for a touchdown.
After the play, our coach talked to Henry and me. He asked Henry what the coverage was. Henry told him, "I called man coverage with an A gap blitz coach."
The coach turned to me and asked, "What coverage did you play Justin?"
I explained, "I read the play as a middle zone slant by the end and dropped into zone to take away the middle, coach."
Henry looked pissed off at me for not obeying him and for showing him up. The coach told me that I was correct and patted me on the back for the read. As a freshman, I was beginning to get under the skin of some of the seniors and captains. A week before our first exhibition game the coach named me a starter. For a moment I was on top of the world. I would soon receive a healthy dose of reality.
The five team captains told me that rookie starters had to do extra practice. After regular practice they made me run extra laps, do a hundred more push-ups, and try to block each of them. The latter was the hardest because all of them were huge. I was in good shape at 5' 11", 190 lbs, but was eclipsed by all of them in size. The quarterback, Trent, was a six two, two hundred ten pound, blond beach god from California who was normally cool but had a bug on because I picked off his pass in practice for a touchdown. The fullback Tony, a powerful black player from Florida was shorter than me but fifty pounds heavier and solid, chiseled muscle. He was a perfectionist and expected the same from everyone else. The centre Mike, a white farm boy from Oklahoma, kept his brown hair cut short, was a huge body builder weighing three hundred pounds. Rudy was our star defensive end who was from North Carolina. Ruthless and blood thirsty on the field, he was everybody's buddy off. He was always playing practical jokes and clowning around in the locker room. The gentle black giant stood easily at six foot nine. Our top captain was our middle linebacker Henry, who came from the projects of Detroit. He was six three, two hundred forty pounds of evil. He was always intense, feared by all, and the toughest guy I ever met.
After forty extra minutes, Henry finally told me to hit the showers. The locker room was almost empty by the time I got there. I got out of my sweaty equipment and was looking forward to a nice refreshing shower. The captains followed me in and turned on all the hot water, which created a lot of steam. As I soaped up I couldn't help noticing their great bodies. In particular, Rudy's dick hung ten inches soft. It was long, thick and had a fat head on it that was covered by a long foreskin. I imagined how big it would get when it was hard. I would soon find out. As I was about to leave, they stopped me. Henry said that to be a starter I had to pass initiation. He pushed me to my knees and I found myself eye to eye with his big, black, fat as my wrist, ten inch, uncircumcised hard-on.
Although shocked and scared, my mouth watered for that huge tool as I placed that bulbous purple head between my lips. I grasped his meat with my hand and pulled back the tight foreskin. I sucked it as hard as possible but he was too big. He held my long, auburn hair as I tongued his cock all over, and his giant balls too. Although scared to death, I was surprisingly turned on. As I gave his cock a tongue bath, I sensed him growing impatient. He jammed his fat organ into the back of my mouth making me gag. I remembered what a girlfriend once told me about exhaling through the nose on down strokes and tried it. Amazingly his cock slid passed my tonsils and stretched my throat wide. Henry must have enjoyed the sensation of my throat because he almost smiled as he said, "That's a good bitch. Suck my mother-fuckin' dick!"
