A Football Player's Cocksucker

It was time to tell Michael and Dwayne.

I didn't really want to, admittedly. It seemed tedious and annoying at best and traumatic at worse--and it would probably be traumatic.

I didn't know how they were going to react. They've never said anything homophobic--unless calling people online gay was homophobic, but I'm pretty sure it wasn't. At least, I didn't think so.

I didn't know, I'm new to this! Hell, if that was homophobic, then what about Brandon calling me fag all the time? He's gay!

Okay, I was getting myself really worked up over this, just needed to calm myself down...

Fuck, I hated this. I never had to do this when I was dating girls!

How would that even go, anyways?

"Hey, I have to tell you guys... I like girls."

"Wow!"

"How scandalous!"

Haha, no.

I had decided to tell them at lunch time so it wouldn't interfere with our gaming schedule that evening, if there even was a gaming schedule any more. I was sitting across from Dwayne and Michael, and they were arguing about something that would normally be incredibly important, but I was too busy planning out what to say to pay them any attention.

I couldn't stop looking at my phone, as if Brandon was going to message me something comforting or helpful. I knew that wasn't going to happen; he didn't even know what I was doing. He didn't text me anything outside of "I'm horny, come over and do something about it". On one hand, I appreciated the bluntness, but on the other it meant that I couldn't depend on him when I was freaking out about something like this.

"Fine, how does it work?" Michael snapped.

"Okay, look, you press X, then A, then--" Dwayne said.

"That's totally not how it's supposed to work!" Michael said.

Dwayne pulled his phone out of his pocket. "Yeah? Really? Here, let me show you--"

I slammed my hands on the table loudly.

Dwayne scoffed. "Don't tell me you think that's true, too!" he said.

I blinked at him. "What?"

"About..." Dwayne started, then pointed at Michael. "He said that... wait, what's wrong?"

I took a deep breath. "I have something I gotta tell you."

Michael and Dwayne exchanged glances and leaned closer. "Yeah?"

My heart was racing painfully, and my mouth was dry. Wait, I didn't actually want to do this. Actually, I wanted to die. Can I change my mind? "Uh, actually, the person I'm, uh, seeing..." I trailed off uncomfortably.

They both stared at me, perplexed, then their eyes widened.

"It's a guy," Dwayne said.

"She's a BLACK CHICK," Michael yelled way too loudly.

I stared at Michael. Dwayne, who was black himself, shot Michael an annoyed look.

"What," Michael said quietly and slumped down in his chair. "When I think of a chick I think they're white."

"Uh," I said, and cleared my throat. "Well, Dwayne..."

"Dude, you're sleeping with a guy!?" Dwayne said, also a little too loud. I gestured for him to keep it down.

"Really?" Michael asked and leaned over the table.

"When on earth did this happen?" Dwayne asked.

"Hey, uh, remember the party a while back where I supposedly met that chick?" I said.

"You mean, you've been sleeping with a guy this whole time?" Dwayne asked.

I nodded.

"Who?" Michael asked. "Do we know him?"

"F-forty-six?"

They both stared at me blankly for a moment, then Dwayne said, "From the football team?"

"Yeah."

"Oh. Huh." Dwayne patted his hair. "That's... weird."

"Why?" Michael said.

Dwayne shrugged then gestured to me. "He's so... scrawny. Wouldn't football players be, I dunno, into other football players?"

I wrapped my arms around myself. "Shut up!"

"So, you've been sleeping with a guy this whole time?" Michael asked. "What's it like?"

"Dunno." I shrugged. I didn't want to get into that. "I wasn't sure how you guys would respond."

"Well, it's kinda weird," Dwayne said. He pointed at my phone, which was still on the table. "Do y'all, like... flirt or whatever?"

"No," I said, snatching my phone. "We're not dating."

Michael scoffed. "Gay guys don't date."

"Yeah, they do, moron," Dwayne said. "What do you think that whole 'marriage equality'--" Dwayne made air quotes. "--thing was about? Why would they want to get married if they didn't date?"

"Oh," Michael said flatly. "Oooh."

I glanced down at my phone, my face blisteringly hot. Maybe Brandon would message me right that minute and rescue me from these two blithering idiots.

"But he's still a guy," Dwayne continued, pointing a finger at my phone. "He's probably just like 'I'm horny, get over here'."

I shoved my phone in my pocket. "No."

Dwayne barked in laughter. "Wait, really, he does? Lemme see!"

"NO."

Dwayne reached across the table. "Let us see!"

"NO!"

Brandon didn't text me until much later in the day. Dwayne and Michael sniggered as I checked my phone.

"Go get his dick, hunny!" Dwayne said in a falsetto. I threw a book at him.

Brandon was working on homework when I climbed in through the window, drawing little circles on his lower lip with a pencil as he contemplated what to write next. I glanced over his shoulder; he was working out of an exercise science book. I rolled my eyes. What else would a football player study?

I laid down on his bed and played with the half-deflated football that was sitting on his bedside table for a few moments. "I told my friends," I said.

"Told 'em what?" Brandon muttered.

"About us."

"Oh."

He didn't say anything else, but kept scribbling out work on a piece of paper. I suddenly realized that I didn't know if that was okay. Did he want to keep what we were doing secret? I flushed; I should have probably asked him first.

I stood up. "I'm sorry," I said.

Brandon stretched. "What?"

"I, uh, probably should have told you first."

Brandon smirked, standing. "I already know about us."

"That's not what I..." I groaned. Brandon lightly grabbed my hips and nuzzled his face against my neck. I sighed softly.

"People are gonna know anyways," he said and kissed my jawline.

I shrugged. "But if you wanted to control... mmm..."

"Yup, control," Brandon echoed and kissed me. I hissed as he nibbled on my lower lip. "I like controlling you."

"Sh-shut up," I muttered and punched him weakly in the stomach. His hands slid underneath my shirt. They were warm. He slowly worked my shirt off me and tossed it aside. I resisted the urge to hide myself from him, and couldn't stop one arm from wrapping around my stomach, but the other one proudly remained on his waist. He caught my lips in one of his heated kisses and I moaned into his mouth.

The door opened. We froze.

"Hey, Brandon, did you... uh," the intruder said.

There was nothing ambiguous about what Brandon and I were doing, and my brain had short-circuited enough that I couldn't even disentangle myself from Brandon's arms with adamant denial.

"I'll... ask you later," the intruder said, and slowly shut the door.

"Uh," Brandon said and licked his lips. "Just told my friends."

"I... noticed," I said and snorted. I couldn't tell if it was funny or scary. I didn't want to compromise Brandon. My friends had no other friends, so anything said amongst them wasn't going anywhere. I wasn't sure I could say the same for Brandon's friends.

Brandon locked the door. "There," he said.

"Are they gonna--" I started, but Brandon cut me off with another kiss, much more frantic than before. He slid his hands underneath me and lifted me up. I squeaked and wrapped my legs around him, unable to properly protest before he dumped me onto his bed.

"Let's not think about it," he said and crawled on top of me. "I'll deal with it later."

"If you say--mmph--" He was kissing me hard enough that I could barely breath, let alone say anything in protest. It wasn't until he preoccupied himself with kissing my chest before I could talk again.

"Is something going to happen?" I asked as he undid my pants.

"Dunno," he said dismissively.

"You're freaking--" I hissed as he wrapped his hand around my cock. It was at half-mast, and struggling with the shock of being spotted mixed with the arousal of Brandon touching me. "We should--" And his lips were on my dick.

He ran his tongue around the head and I collapsed onto the bed, breathing hard. This felt...

"God..." I muttered as he took me into his mouth. He hadn't sucked me off before, and it was... jeez...

"Wait, Brandon," I gasped, reaching for his head. He ran his tongue along the underside and I shuddered. He was only doing this... I bit my lip and moaned as he sucked on me. My toes curled and I grabbed onto his hair, resisting the urge to thrust my cock into his mouth. It just felt too good... "Bran..." I swallowed. I wasn't even sure I remembered what I wanted to talk about, but I needed him to stop. "Faggot!"

Brandon lifted himself up, and for a second I thought he was going to clobber me for calling him that.

"I don't want you fucking distracting me when I'm trying to talk to you!" I hissed.

Brandon kept his glare leveled at me and grabbed my cock again. I bit my lip and stared him down.

"Are you in trouble?" I asked.

Eventually he glanced away, still stroking me. I tried to keep my mind off of it.

"N-no," he forced out. "They... knew."

I frowned. "About us?" I couldn't say I was completely surprised. I doubted we were silent little rabbits going at it.

"No, I mean. Me." He took a deep breath and ran a hand through his hair. "Just..."

"Scared?" I asked quietly.

"No," he hissed and ran his thumb around the tip of my cock. "Just don't want to be in trouble."

"I just want you to suck me off 'cause you actually want to, not to distract yourself," I hissed back.

He gave me a dark grin. "I do want to suck you off, ever since I first tasted you."

Images of him eating my cum flashed through my mind and my face grew hot. My cock jumped in reaction, and Brandon stroked it again.

"You wanna be in my mouth again?" Brandon teased, lowering his head so that his breath was just against my skin.

I nodded, swallowing, waiting for my cock to be in his mouth again. He wrapped his lips around me, his tongue tracing circles on my cockhead. I hissed, arching my hips up against him. He grabbed my hips and pinned them down to the bed. I whimpered, wiggling, wanting to plunge my cock down his throat.

"Mmm, fuck, fuuuuck," I groaned.

Brandon lifted himself up off my cock just long enough to go, "I want you to be as loud as you want."

I laughed, feeling my entire body get hot. "Really. I think that would actually get you in trouble."

Brandon shrugged and lowered himself back down. Even with his hand pinning down my hips I could stop getting at least a little bit of motion going. I ached for more.

Brandon got up and grabbed the lube out of the bedside table before latching his mouth back on my cock. I loved watching the way he moved on it, running his tongue along the bottom and sides.

And then he glanced up at me. A shock went through me. "Jesus," I hissed. I'd totally forgotten what it was like to see that.

But there was something a hair off, like he was quickly learning as fast as possible how to do it. I certainly wasn't complaining, but...

"I'm the first guy you've sucked off," I said breathlessly.

"Yes?" he said as if it were obvious.

I frowned, things suddenly falling into place. "I'm the first guy you've slept with."

Brandon rolled his eyes. "And I'm obviously the first guy you've slept with."

"Hey!"

"Shh," he hissed and pushed me back down onto the bed. He took my cock back into his warm mouth. I moaned and flopped backwards. God, it didn't even matter if this was his first time, it still felt amazing.

I glanced down as he glanced up, and I shivered.

He kept eye contact as he sucked me off, and two of his lubed fingers pressed against my asshole, seeking entrance. I bit my lip and huffed as they slid inside. I clenched down on them, and the moan that I was keeping trapped inside came out when his mouth descended on me. I cried out as I thrust up against his mouth, and when I came back down his fingers sunk a little bit deeper inside of me. "Fuck," I said, rocking myself against him. It just felt so good. If only I could get his dick inside me and his mouth on me at the same time. That would be mindblowing.

I wrapped my legs around his back. My cock was tingling, and he slid his free hand underneath my balls. He rain his fingers gently around them, and my entire body twitched with pleasure.

"M-more--" I trembled, and slapped a fist against the bed. It was getting too much, and I wanted more. "More--god--" He was sucking up and down my shaft, not giving me the chance to fuck his face, and his fingers were so deep inside of me. "God--"

I came hard, like slamming into a wall. I moaned and thrust my cock up and unloaded in his mouth. I twitched, my body didn't feel under my control any more. Brandon tightened his lips around me and swallowed everything, his tongue nursing the underside of my cock.

"Goddamn," I muttered and collapsed onto the bed, covered in sweat.

Brandon chuckled and kicked his pants off. He was rock-hard and throbbing, and he quickly slapped some lube on himself and crawled up between my legs.

"Jeez, I can't..." I started, but then the head of his cock was against my entrance, seeking passage. Unbidden, I spread my legs further apart, letting him in. "God..." His cock felt incredible inside of me. It didn't matter that I just came--or maybe it was because I just came that it felt incredible. All my nerves were still popping from my orgasm, incredibly sensitive and prone to spiraling out of control at the slightest touch. Brandon moaned softly as he embedded himself inside of me. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and he wrapped his arms around me, one around my shoulders, and the other underneath my ass, which pulled me up against him as he sank his cock in my ass.

He pressed his face against the crook of my neck and pulled my head against him, and he rocked himself against me. He wasn't really fucking me this time, more like he was trying to tease another orgasm out of me. I moaned and squeezed my legs around him. I was certain that I didn't have any more in me, but much to my surprise my cock started to revive itself from its half-hard state. Brandon kissed my neck as he thrust inside of me, working me open. I was so relaxed and so aroused as my cock pulsed between us.

"You tasted amazing," Brandon muttered, and I moaned. My entire body shuddered at those words, my cock most of all.

"You're gonna try..." I gasped, thrusting myself up against him. "To make me come again, aren't you?"

"I don't try."

His thrusts picked up intensity and he pulled me closer towards him. My cock was still pinned down between us.

"You're so damn tight," he muttered. I moaned and tightened even further on him. "Yes, that's I want..."

I wiggled, tilting my hips up against him.

"You're gonna make me come," Brandon continued. I hissed. "You're going to make me come deep inside you, fill you up--"

"Fuuuck, fuck fuck fuck--"

"Are you going to come for me?"

"Aytsch--" I slurred. My cock was throbbing so hard, and his cock felt so big inside of me, and just the thought of it swelling up and...

I couldn't believe it, I came again, my cock shooting out what little it had left between us. Brandon came soon afterwards, squeezing me tight. I felt him shoot his cum deep inside of me. He hugged me closer to him.

We stayed there for what felt like a long time, wrapped around each other, Brandon nuzzling and kissing my neck. Eventually we unwrapped ourselves. I was slick with sticky sweat and the mess I'd made all over our stomachs, which, thankfully, wasn't nearly as messy as it would have been if I hadn't already came just ten minutes ago.

"Damn," I muttered. My head was spinning, and I collapsed back onto the bed. Brandon laid down beside me and wrapped an arm around me, kissing my shoulder. "I think I have an essay due tomorrow," I said.

"You're not doing it," Brandon said. "I'll make sure of that."

I scowled.

After that Michael and Dwayne continued to tease me about Brandon, but it was tolerable, if incredibly annoying. Brandon didn't mention getting kicked out of his fraternity, so all I could do was infer that he wasn't ostracized by all his football fans. I was thankful that I wasn't running around and ruining his life for all this, though I was starting to worry that he was getting a little too into it.

Michael, Dwayne, and I were all sitting at lunch, and Michael was saying something stupid and Dwayne was looking up something to prove him wrong, when Brandon suddenly come up to our table. I jumped and turned bright red, and turned even redder when all Brandon did was bend over and give me a kiss before heading back to the table his frat brothers were at.

I quickly rubbed at my face and tried to hide behind my dishes while Michael and Dwayne howled in laughter.

"Not dating, huh?" Dwayne asked, leaning over the table, chortling.

"Shut up."

Now they definitely weren't going to stop.