My name is Shaun, and when I was an 18-year-old senior in high school, I was heavily recruited by several colleges to play football. As the lead scorer for my school, I was expecting to get several scholarship offers. The offer that finally got my attention was to a school in Indiana. They wanted me to play fullback, and the coach thought that I should be able to start as a freshman.
I stand about 6'3" with a very muscular build. I work a lot outside, and my body is really dark in the fall from all the sun. My hair is a dirty blond and I usually change the style throughout the year. With a look that got me much attention in high school, I never thought that my looks would be a factor in getting recruited. In late June, after graduation, I was contacted by the coach of the college and asked to come to school even before preseason to do a couple of photo shoots for the upcoming football advertisements in the local community.
I reported to school about the second week of July and started immediately with school photographers. I posed in my football uniform and in many different outfits donated by local stores. Everything was awesome until the first billboard was put up. There I was on the billboard on the main drag of town posing with my helmet in my hands without my shirt on and wearing a pair of athletic shorts riding just under the band of my 2xist underwear briefs, well, they were actually trunks, but you couldn't tell from the picture. You may ask what was bad about the billboard, and to tell you the truth, if it had been any other guy, I might have blown my load on the spot, but it was me.
There I was; my bronze body and my washboard abs with a very pronounced happy trail leading down to a very exposed bulge in my shorts. I do sport a very thick 8" cock, but I never dreamed they would exploit my looks for advertisement. You have never really experienced embarrassment until you have seen your crotch exposed to your entire community. I knew that with my historically acclaimed good looks that this picture was going to get me a lot of attention once school started, and as a pretty shy person, I knew that my personality was going to change, whether I liked it or not.
Pre-season started a few weeks later, and I tried to forget about the billboard. Of course I wasn't allowed to because the guys razzed me quite a bit, but I chalked it all up to jealousy. I got nicknames such as "pretty boy" and "Abercrombie," and my most favorite of all, "Party Pants." Even though the guys gave me hell in the locker room, I made my showing of the football field a memorable one. I scored in the first game the first time I got the ball. It was an easy 60 yard run for a touchdown, and my popularity increased.
By the third game of the season, I had almost every girl from school at the stadium of Saturday to watch me play. There were even a large number that traveled to our fourth game on the fan bus. The football team was having a very successful year, and my picture was being broadcasted on a national level by the 5th week of the season. I was being given numbers left and right. Girls would run up to me at parties and give me their underwear...which was gross. It's hard though for a closeted gay man to hide his lack of interest when all of his teammates are at the same parties. I would leave with a few girls sometimes, but I either dumped them off on my way home or let them give me a blowjob and then I dumped them. I really didn't want the guys to find out that I had expressed no interest at all.
It was in the 6th week of the regular season that my life started to get interesting. We had a midseason break, and I was relieved to finally get some rest. The coach gave us three days off, and I was super excited about getting some much needed sleep. It was Sunday night, and six weeks into the season, when I finally met the kids across the hall from my dorm room. Due to my football schedule, I left the room at 6:00 a.m. and barely got back by midnight; though, I was usually able to take a nap in the football lounge in the afternoon between class and practice.
My dorm room was a private room with a walk-in closet, double bed, and a nice sized bathroom with a whirlpool tub. I was afforded the luxury because the Coach had arranged it after my mid-summer advertising campaign. The room was technically designated for handicapped students, but I'm sure a few phone calls got me reassigned to the room.
The guys from across the hall realized my door was open, and they both came over and introduced themselves. Josh and Andrew were nice guys, and Josh looked vaguely familiar, but I wasn't sure where I recognized him from. We started talking about football, and it was then that Josh told me who he was. Josh and I had attended rival high schools, and it was Josh that tackled me in the beginning of the 4th quarter of the final game of the season. Josh tackled me on a touchdown run, and I was knocked unconscious. I awoke a few hours later at the emergency room with a very nasty concussion.
After Josh told me who he was, he was very apologetic, almost to the point of excessiveness, but I told him, "Hey, its football, most people get knocked out more than once in their career." Again, he apologized some more, and I tried to change the conversation. We talked about college football and the upcoming game. It was supposed to be our hardest game of the season, and I told them that I wasn't that worried about scoring because I had seen the defense of the other team. After some more conversation, Andrew announced that it was time for him to go to bed.
Josh stayed in the room and apologized some more, and I finally told him to shut the hell up, which he finally did. I can't believe that I actually said this, but I told him, "its kinda cute, that you"re are so sorry for what you did." In all actuality, Josh was really as cute as they come, not just in his apologetic state. Josh was about the same height and build as I was. He had picked up some serious muscle mass since high school, and I was really getting turned on.
I really wanted to get my mind off of him, and I didn't want to stare at him, so I tried to think of something to cool me down. I asked him if he wanted to watch some porn, and he accepted my offer. We closed the door to my room, and I turned on the Playboy channel. (The university had also provided me with some interesting amenities.) I lied down on the far side of the bed which was up against the wall, and Josh sat down on the edge. I was paying more attention to his back than I was to the screen. His muscles were much defined, and his shirt with the cut-off sleeves was driving me absolutely wild. I could see his well developed arms and his defined back muscles were pushing against his skin tight shirt. There was a small patch of hair under his arms, which just made me think about hair in other places. I was lost in ecstasy, but with his masculine build and the attention that he seemed to pay attention to the movie, I was sure he was straight. Thank god looks can be deceiving.