As a junior on the football team, I've always been under the radar. It was always about the seniors. You know, guys and their egos; I'd asked the coach to give me a chance and let me in more games, but he just grunted a negative answer and let me play only a few minutes. What total bullshit...
Let me tell you about myself. My name is Brant. I'm 17, I have brown hair, blue eyes, and I've got a swimmer's build. After two years of doing swimming and football simultaneously, I've had a pretty awesome workout schedule. I've acquired one of those amazing bodies that people always want.
I'd joined the football team my freshman year to be like Jamie, the star. He was only a sophomore at the time, but his talent was simply astounding. Now, let me preface this by telling you that I didn't originally join the team to get closer to him so he'd notice me, or anything like that. I just wanted all the attention that he'd get. I knew I'd be just like him someday. He was so popular and he was unstoppable! He was about 6 foot 2, had short blonde hair, brilliant blue eyes, and one hell of a body. Perfect abs, perfect ass, perfect smile...
I think that's why I fell in love with him.
Anyway, back to my original story:
It was a sunny day at practice that afternoon. We were in good form. Everyone was in a great mood coming off our great win last week. Now, it was the day before our next game. It's a team tradition that we don't go all out before the big game, so we were standing in our athletic shorts and shoulderpads. Most of the guys weren't wearing shirts under their pads. Well, really I only noticed that one guy wasn't wearing a shirt under his: Jamie. My God, he looked amazing...the sweat glistened off of his abs.
The A-team offense was running drills and just preparing for the big game. Since I'm not on any regular offense, or defense for that matter, I wasn't really paying attention. Now, don't get me wrong, I love playing football and I'm really good at it. In fact, last Friday night I broke for over 80 yards and scored a touchdown. It helped us win the game. You think that matters? Apparently not.
Then, coach called for the B-team offense. I'm not even on that one...Jamie jogged over, took a cup of water, and drank. Him standing there in the sunlight was simply beautiful. I was standing there, lost in my own thoughts, when he turned around and looked at me. I let out a small gasp of excitement. He'd never even noticed me before, so when he started walking toward me I couldn't believe it. I turned to look back at the players on the field.
'Hey, Brant,' Jamie said.
'Hey, Jamie, how's it hangin?' I replied.
'You were the guy that ran that 80 yard touchdown last week, right?'
'Uh, yeah. That was me.'
My heart was racing at this point.
'Cool. That was pretty awesome.'
My heart was pounding so hard I thought my chest would explode. We stood there, not saying anything for a few moments, watching our teammates run plays. Even though we weren't speaking, he didn't walk away. Soon, he spoke again:
'So, what are you doing tomorrow night?'
'Uh, well, I'm not really sure yet. Why?' I responded, hoping he couldn't here the desperation in my voice.
'Well, I'm having a party at my house tomorrow night, and it's for awesome players. My parents will be out of town, so my cousin's gonna buy us a keg and some other stuff to drink. Wanna come?'
'Well, yeah, okay.'
I was simply amazed. I was extremely nervous, and excited. One of Jamie's parties? They were legendary. As Jamie began explaining how to get to his house, I was just staring at his beautiful mouth and how it worked. Neither of us even noticed the team get called in to take a knee. Unfortunately, coach noticed...
'Hey, Beckman, Nemes, get over here and take a knee with the rest of your team!'
'Shit,' Jamie responded. 'Look's like we're in trouble.'
We ran in and took a knee with our teammates, who weren't even looking at us. I was just glad they hadn't noticed how I was looking at Jamie, or the bulge in my pants for that matter. I didn't hear a word coach was saying. He could have been talking about how to do the Hokey Pokey for all I knew. My mind was miles away.
After we were told to hit the showers, Coach called Jamie and I over:
'So, you boys thought that you'd just have a conversation by yourselves, did you?'
'Well, we didn't realize we were that close to the end of practice,' Jamie said. He spoke forcefully, but with enough respect so Coach couldn't tell.
'You watch your tone, Mister!' Coach yelled, inches from Jamie's face. 'I am your superior, and I deserve respect. You think you're hot shit, don't you Mr. Nemes?'
Jamie didn't dare answer. Coach Kiebach had never talked to Jamie that way. They'd always been close.
'You both need to run three laps around the field. Right now.'
Coach stormed off the field, leaving Jamie and I standing in shock. I was mad at myself for getting him into trouble. Jamie looked sideways at me, his eyes shining with tears, and said, 'Let's get goin.'
He started running immediately. I watched him running for a few moments, wondering why he was close to tears, and then realized that I needed to get going too. The sun was going down, and I still had homework to do. Jamie stayed ahead of me the whole time, but then again, he's a year older than I am and he's had more practice. He finished before I did, and I half expected him to wait for me. But, when he finished, he just went right for the locker room.
'Shit,' I said aloud. I knew he was pissed at me. I'd may as well just forget everything right then. I was finished with my laps as the sun was almost down.
I walked into the locker room feeling almost depressed. I know, it sounds weird, and a little creepy, but let's face it: I loved the guy. So, leave me alone here, okay?
The locker room was deserted. The coaches were even gone. 'Damn, that was quick,' I said aloud to myself. It was strange. Normally guys stay around, talking about girls, horsing around, etc. I walked into the sophomore/junior locker room and took off my shoulderpads. Although it had been an easy practice, my t-shirt was stuck to my skin with sweat. I pulled my t-shirt off with gusto, and tossed it into my bag. I pulled off my shorts and tossed them in as well. Standing in my jockstrap, I checked myself out in the mirror. My abs glistened in sweat, my biceps had come to a nice round shape. I was happy with the way my body had ended up. But, I was still worried about Jamie. I was so upset with myself that I was tempted just to leave then and there, and not even shower. I was so deep in my own thoughts that when I heard a noise from the other room, I jumped about a foot in the air.
Standing there, alone, in only my jockstrap, I was terrified. I began to walk noiselessly toward the senior locker room, not knowing what to expect. I looked into the smaller locker room, and could see a bag, sitting on a bench in the middle of the room. Then, I realized how stupid I must look: standing there in just my jock peeking around a corner. I was about to walk away and just leave, when the shower turned on. I realized that Jamie must still be here, showering. As tempted as I was to look, I knew that if he saw me here in my jock, catching a glimpse of him naked in the shower, he'd beat the shit out of me. I tried to make a quiet exit, but I tripped over a water cooler, sprawling myself out on the ground, and making one hell of a racket.
'Who's there?' I heard Jamie's voice cry out.
I was tempted just to leave forget the whole thing ever happened, when Jamie came around the corner, naked as a jaybird. He saw me there, on the ground, and in my jock. I wanted to just die.
[now, as a side note here, I should just tell you that Jamie was built all the way down...if you know what I mean. I just thought you should know...]
'Brant? What are you doing?' Jamie sounded just, appalled.
'Uh, I was just heading back from the bathroom and tripped over this stupid water cooler,' I lied quickly. As I stared up at him, I could feel my own prick rising steadily. I really hoped that he couldn't see it. I noticed that his eyes kept going over my body as well, but I didn't think twice about it, although his cock was at full attention already.
'Brant, the bathroom's on the other side of your locker room,' he said, slowly. 'You sure you didn't come over here for another reason?'
Oh God, I couldn't tell him the real reason, could I? Wait a minute, the real reason was different from the motive I currently had.
'Alright, fine,' I said with more confidence. 'I was checking on a noise I heard over here. I didn't realize anyone else was still here.'
'Oh, did I scare you?' he said, with a wry smile.
'Actually, yeah. You kind of did.'
'Huh, I've never really scared anyone before,' he laughed a bit. 'You sure that's the real reason you're spying on me in the locker room?'
'Well, I...uh...' I stammered.
'Brant, it's okay. I understand. You really were checking on a noise. I'll admit, I was being noisy. I'm a little pissed off.'
'Yeah, I'm sorry about that. I got you in trouble, didn't I?' I was hoping that he'd say no.
'No, you didn't,' he replied.
'Actually,' he continued, 'I've been expecting Coach to yell at me for awhile now. Yeah, I'm still a good player, but we've been arguing a lot. Everything I do around here is gold, and I'm sick of living up to expectations that not even I can live up to anymore. People expect so much of me.'
Jamie was almost dry now, though there were a few drops of water sticking to his pecs. God, he was so beautiful.
'Well,' I began, 'I'm sorry I've disturbed you, and I'm sorry that people expect so much of you. I'll go now.'
'Here.' Jamie was offering his hand to help me up. I grabbed it, and he yanked me to my feet. But he didn't let go of my hand.
'Hey, what's the big deal?' I asked.
He didn't say a word. He pulled me close to him, and kissed me. I had never been kissed before, and I was about ready to explode. My cock was full up, and I was in such shock, that I pulled myself away. Jamie looked at me, fear in his eyes.
'Why did you do that?' I asked.
'Because I knew you wouldn't. I've been wanting you since you made the team.'
At that moment, I knew that he wasn't kidding. I reached back up and kissed him, even more passionately than before. He opened his mouth and our tongues met, and it was pure and simple bliss. It was then, that he pulled back, looked at me with pure adoration, and then picked me up. It was as if I weighed nothing! He was so strong and beautiful. He took me into the shower, and put me down. He got down on his knees, and took off my jockstrap slowly, and sensually. My cock bounced up and down after the white fabric had come down. He looked at it with lust in his eyes. It was then, when I knelt in front of him, and we kissed again. We were both shaking with anticipation and anxiety.
Jamie then stood up, so his cock was right in my face, standing at a full 8 inches. I began licking the head of his shaft. He uttered a moan of pleasure, and I knew I was doing a good job. I took his full length in my mouth next, and then he held the back of my head down and pushed back and forth. It was wonderful, doing what I had only dreamed of for so long. It didn't take much longer after that. I sat there on my knees, taking his cock in and out while stroking my own. Jamie began fucking my face, and soon he was moaning constantly.
'Ooh, I'm gonna cum!' he screamed.
Not long after, he released. It was wonderful! I took it all, down my throat, and didn't even care! I looked up at him, and he was in Heaven. I could tell. Soon after, I felt the pleasure rising up in my lower region, and I exploded all over the shower wall. I was amazed at how much came out, but I then realized that this was the best I've felt in my entire life. It was a good solid two minutes before either of us spoke. Jamie collapsed beside me.
'Holy shit, dude!' he exclaimed.
'You ever done that before?'
'Nope, not at all.'
'You are amazing. Pure and simple.'
He then looked at me with a strange look in his eye. It was as if he was in love with me, or something. I'd never seen a look like that in a guy's eyes before, and it was toward me! Me! Can you believe it?
'So, I know this is strange and all, but can you not, like, tell anyone about this?'
He sounded strange, as if he was proud of what he'd just done, but unsure at the same time.
'I won't tell a soul, I swear,' I whispered into his ear. 'You think I want anyone else to have you?'
For some reason, I was feeling very confident.
'Ooh, I like that attitude, sir. Very much so.'
And he kissed me again. I was really falling for this guy!
He then stood up, turned off the shower, and went to get dressed. I did the same thing, only I was in another locker room, left with the memories of what had just happened. I put on my boxers, jeans, and hoodie with a gigantic smile on my face, and I knew that it'd be there for a few days.
As I was putting stuff into my bag, Jamie came into the room, also smiling. God, he looked fantastic in his letter jacket.
'Hey you,' he said.
'So, you still coming over tomorrow night?'
'Sure, if you want me there.'
'Are you kidding me? Of course I want you there. Only now, I want you to spend the night.'
Oh, really? And why would you want me to do that?' I asked with a smirk.
'Because I wanna go further with you. See what everything else is like. We have something special, and I'd like to see if this feeling continues.'
'Okay. I'll be there!' I responded with a smile.
We stood there for a few more seconds, and then he walked over and kissed me again. He really meant this one. He backed away, and it took everything I had to stop. He was getting ready to walk out the door when he turned back to look at me, that same look in his eye.
'Tomorrow night is for you,' he said.
'What do you mean?' I asked.
'Well, whenever I do something, score, get a first down, it's gonna be for you.'
He made like he was going to kiss me again, pulling my chin in his strong hand toward his face, and left it there for a moment, our lips hovering close...
And with that, he walked out the door.
'Wow,' I exclaimed.
I knew that this was going to be a great ride. I was enamoured with Jamie, and it seemed like he was with me as well.
Only time would tell.