Brief Encounters

College Football

I crashed onto my back hard. The cloudless blue sky covered my vision as I lay on the grass, dazed from my impact. It was college football practice. One of my teammates, Martin, was the one who tackled me on the floor. He stood over me, his green mess shorts moving in the wind. The sun peeking from behind his head. Martin squatted down and held his hand out, "Did I hit you too hard?" a grin was plastered on his face. He knew he did.

I grabbed Martin's arm, and he pulled me up to my feet. "You did, but that's what practice is for."

Martin was 20 years old, the same age as me. He had come to college with an interest in music. He stood 6'2 in height and had a slender, muscular build. His skin was tan, with bushy eyebrows and black hair neatly combed back. He also had a trimmed goatee on his chin.

Martin turned me around and patted my body to remove dirt and grass. He moved down my back and onto my butt, giving it a few smacks. I liked it when he did that. "Thanks," I said.

He winked, "No problem, don't think nothing of it, though."

Martin knew I was gay and did everyone on the team. No one cared about my sexuality, but it didn't stop them from making jokes, which I took in stride. It was all locker room talk.

I stood behind another teammate who was bent over before me, my pelvis only a few inches from his butt. My hands were right above his scrotum. The football was planted on the grass before him. Coach Kyle blew the whistle, and I felt the football come into my hands, but I didn't grab it. I was distracted by the butt that was right in front of my pelvis.

Coach Kyle blew the whistle again, "Rodriguez! What the hell?" he yelled at me.

"Sorry, Coach Kyle. I was about to sneeze," I said.

"Yeah, right, you were staring at Peterson's ass, Cum brain!" That was Billy Chapman.

Coach Kyle blew the whistle, "Chapman, watch your mouth!"

The Coach Kyle approached me and said, "What the fuck are you doing, Rodriguez?"

"It was a simple mistake, Coach Kyle. It won't happen again."

"I know it won't," he said through his teeth.

"Alright, let's go back into formation!" the Coach Kyle yelled.

I stood behind Peterson, and from the corner of my eye, I saw Billy raise his shirt, exposing his rockhard abs and blowing me a kiss, "Don't get distracted, Cum bucket."

Coach Kyle blew the whistle again, "Chapman! You make one more derogative remark; I'll have you doing miles in your tighty-whities!"

That's when everyone turned on Billy and started laughing at him. Embarrassed, he said, "My girlfriends love them, so fuck off!"

The Coach Kyle smiled, "Doesn't feel good, huh? Shut your trap and get in the formation. " Before he turned, he pointed a finger at Chapman, "I'm serious. I'll have you running out here if you open your mouth like that."

Billy's face went earnest as if a child had been scolded. "Yes, sir," he turned to me, "I'll keep my comments to myself."

The Coach Kyle didn't say anything. Everyone got into position, and Peterson began to yell commands. A few seconds later, I felt the football in my hands; I grabbed it and started moving back. I saw Martin run around the group of guys, and I threw the ball towards him. Martin began to run and leaped into the air to catch the ball. However, I didn't see him catch the ball as Kristopher tackled me.

In the locker room, we all showered. I was only a few lockers away from Martin and Billy's lockers. As I change, I would slightly turn my head to peek at them while they change. Billy had walked into the aisle still wet with a towel wrapped around his waist.

Billy was light-skinned and tall, 6'4 inches to be exact. He had well-defined muscles, crystal blue eyes, short blond hair, and a faceless face that always looked better with a smile. The guy was a living, breathing Adonis. He was a wrestler in high school, where he got his physique. Although he called me names and teased me about my sexuality, he wasn't an asshole. He was charming but different in front of the guys.

I sat on the wooden bench, nearly fully dressed, and began to lace up my shoes. From the corner of my eye, I watched Billy walk around while he spoke with Martin. I could hear the conversation; they discussed throwing a party for one of their friends. Martin walked around in a pair of black briefs; he was comfortable wearing them around the guys. The brand was Nike. They hugged his slim figure well. The well-rounded butt filled the underwear nicely.

Billy removed the towel, exposing two toned butt cheeks. A tan line was visible just below his butt cheeks, where his thighs started. Which told me he wore Speedos to the beach. I had to join them at their next beach party. Billy turned around to face his locker and opened it. From my point of view, I was able to see his cock as it hung out before him. Flaccid, the cock was nearly 5 inches. His foreskin covered the tip. He bent his right knee to put his leg into the leg of the brief, then did the same with the other leg. Slowly, he pulled up the white Calvin Klien briefs. Billy's cock got caught on the waistband of the underwear and was lifted upward, then was fully covered by the cotton underwear. Billy turned towards Martin as he adjusted his underwear. The briefs were snug on his muscular body. I wanted so much to press my face against his voluptuous butt.

I felt an impression in my pants; I was erect. Quickly, I closed my legs and rose to my feet, intending to leave. I wore tight pants, so the erection was visible. As I walked down the walkway, I was stopped. I felt a tight grip on my right shoulder. Slowly, I turned to see Billy standing behind me. He had a smile on his face.

"Where the fuck do you think you're going?" he said.

Confused by the question, "Home, why do you ask?" I said.

Billy turned me around entirely. I tried to cover my erection but by the explosion of laughter from Billy. I wasn't fast enough to cover my erection. "He had a hard-on!" Billy yelled.

Martin came rushing towards us. My cheeks flushed red from embarrassment.

"Holy shit, Rodriguez, you got a woody!" Martin said.

Billy looked around and patted me on the shoulder, "Did you get a stiffy gazing at my body?" he whispered.

There wasn't a reason to lie at this point, so I spoke the truth: "I did, Billy. You have such an amazing figure. Why don't we have some private time?" I teased.

Billy slapped my hand away, "You'd love that, huh? Fuck off, faggot."

I grinned, "As you command," I bowed and then turned around. As I walked away, I paid close attention to their conversation. It was briefly about me but then shifted to another topic. I turned my head to see that Billy wasn't facing my way. Before I turned the corner, I took out my phone and took a picture of his gorgeous body in his cute white briefs.

A few hours later, I returned to the locker room after I realized I had left a textbook in it. The locker room was empty, and not even Coach Kyle was around. I walked down the aisle and opened my locker to get the textbook. After I closed it, I realized I had to go to the restroom. Walking past Billy's locker, I realized it wasn't fully locked. The lock wasn't closed all the way. I did a quick look around to see if anyone was nearby. When I saw it was clear, I opened Billy's locker. It housed his clothes and a few bottles of body spray. As I moved things around in his locker, I noticed a pair of briefs underneath his shorts. I felt the sudden urge to take it, but the guilt denied me the action.

For the next few seconds, my mind fought over whether to take the pair of underwear. In the end, I grabbed the pair. I doubt Billy would even notice. And even if he did, how would he know it was me?

The sound of the locker room doors opening and then closing startled me. Someone had come in. Slowly, I walked away from the locker and to the end of the locker room. I pressed my back against the wall and remained quiet. I heard footsteps coming closer to me. If I stayed calm, hopefully, the person inside wouldn't notice me.

Coach Kyle appeared and walked down the locker room aisles. He would've seen me at the end of the aisle if I hadn't moved against the end of the locker. I waited for him to walk away before making my move.

I walked to the entrance when Coach Kyle walked to the opposite end of the locker room. The door's opening would make a noise, so I had to prepare to run when I opened it.

I ran down the hallway and turned before the door even closed. A few seconds later, Coach Kyle called out for the person inside, but by then, I was already far away from him. I got to my car and then drove home.

When I got home, I quickly went to my bedroom, kicked off my shoes, and jumped onto the bed. I held Billy's used briefs in my hand; then I took out my phone. I gazed at the picture of him in his briefs. He looked so hot in them. I wished I could drain his massive cock, but the chances of that happening were slim. I put on his pair of underwear. They fit well.

For the rest of the night, I jerked off to the picture of him while wearing his underwear.

The next day, during practice, Billy continued his jokes with me. This time, he made them when Coach Kyle wasn't around. To be honest, it was starting to get on my nerves. Usually, I could handle the jokes, but I was ready to yell his face off. He kept teasing me about having a boner yesterday.

Billy brought his mouth to my ear and whispered, "So how many times did you beat it off to me?"

I elbowed him in the chest, "Back the fuck off, Billy!"

I hadn't realized that I had yelled at him. The guys near me looked at us in shock, which caught Coach Kyle's attention. Coach Kyle pushed through the guys and said, "What the hell is happening here?"

Both of us went silent.

Coach Kyle repeated this time more sternly: "What the hell is going on here? Someone better tell me, or I'll have you doing jump jacks until your legs come off."

I cleared my throat and said, "He's been making comments towards me."

Billy looked ready to protest when Coach Kyle stopped him, "What did I tell you yesterday?"

"Look, we were just messing around?" Billy protested.

"Chapman! I swear to you, I will make you run in those pretty panties you like to wear!"

"I think you should!" someone yelled from the rest of the team. I wasn't sure who it was, but it sounded like Martin.

Coach Kyle turned and said, "Shut up!"

"Yeah, shut up fuckwads!" Billy yelled.

"That's enough out of you, Chapman! Strip to your tighty-whities and run around the track!"

"You can't do that!" Billy cried.

"Says who? Would you like me to take these comments I heard to the dean? Have him deal with you? How would your father like to hear about you running your mouth like that?"

Billy's father was a local councilman running for reelection. His whole stance was anti-gay discrimination. If he found out his son was making comments like this, he'd strip him of everything: his money, his cars, his clothes. If anyone outside the campaign knew about it, I could only imagine how his father's campaign would suffer.

Billy stared at me with an angry look on his face. He knew what he had to do, and I would enjoy it. Billy's hands reached for the drawstrings of his shorts and untied the knot. We all watched as he pulled down his shorts to reveal the pristine white briefs he loved wearing.

A wave of laughter went through the team. Coach Kyle turned to us, and we quickly went quiet. "Alright, come on. I want five laps."

"5?" Billy cried.

"It should be more, but maybe this will teach you a lesson."

Billy removed his shirt and turned around. Someone in the crowd whistled a cat call, which flushed Billy's cheeks red. He didn't say anything as he began to run on the track.

The Coach Kyle turned to us, "Alright, you guys, back to practice. This isn't a show!"

As we gathered to return to practice, I approached Martin and said, "Was that you?"

Martin smiled, "Maybe," he said, initially denying it, then laughed, "Yeah, that was me. It was hilarious. His cheeks were red!"

I joined him in the laugh.

"Plus, he deserves it. The guy has been getting on my nerves about the jokes. I've been telling him he needs to apologize to you."

"Thanks, Martin. I appreciate it, but I doubt a guy like Billy would ever apologize to me."

When practice ended, Billy was still on the track, running in his briefs. A group of girls had come onto the field and saw what he was doing. They giggled. The rest of the team went into the locker room, where we showered.

After my shower, I went into the locker room. Quickly, I noticed almost everyone was gone. The only person changing in my aisle was Martin. As I approached him, I saw him moving stuff in his locker. My eyes were drawn to his butt, as he only had on a pair of bright blue Nike briefs. I sat down on the bench next to him and stared at his butt briefly before speaking, "So, I didn't know you wore briefs."

"Really? We've changed a lot. I figured you would've noticed."

"I have, but I was just trying to make conversation. It's not often guys like you wear briefs."

Martin sat next to me on the bench as he put on his socks, "Guys like me? You mean, straight guys? I see what you mean, but I like them. I love the support, and I know the girls," he nudged me, "and guys like it."

"Okay, that makes sense. It's part of the reason why I wear them. But I wonder why Billy does. Do you think it's the same reason?"

"Why don't you ask him yourself? He's right there?"

I turned my neck to see a sweaty Billy standing in the aisle. He was out of breath and upset. "I fucking hate the Coach Kyle!"

"Hey there, Billy, how was your run?" I said with a slight grin.

Billy rushed me and said, "You probably liked that, huh? Watching me run around in my underwear? Like the pervert that you are!"

"It was a nice show, 4 out of 5 stars," I said. Billy shoved me against the locker.

Martin stood up and pushed Billy back. "Hey now, there's no need to be like that. Come on, dude. You brought it on yourself. If you had kept your comments to yourself, you wouldn't have been running out there in your tighty-whities."

Billy shoved Martin's hand away from him, "And you! I know you told Coach Kyle to make me do it. And the one who did the whistle."

Martin raised his hands, "You caught me. It was all for fun. Come on, Billy. Don't take it so seriously."

As the two talked, I stared directly at Billy's crotch. The sweat had made the underwear translucent, so I was able to see the outline of his penis. The sight sent blood flowing to my member, and it grew. I was going to get caught with an erection again. I placed my hand on my groin and rose, "Look, Billy, I'm sorry. I didn't mean for Coach Kyle to make you do that."

As soon as I turned around to walk to my locker, I felt Billy's fingers on my towel. In one strong pull, he pulled it off. I stood there naked before them, covering my erection.

"Someone has a woody!" Billy said.

My cheeks flushed red.

"Now, who's embarrassed," Billy walked past me to my locker, where he opened it. I didn't know what he was looking for. He searched through my locker and tossed out my clothes. Then he found my bag and opened it to find the pair of underwear I had stolen. "You stealing my underwear?" Billy questioned.

Shit, I thought to myself, "Yeah, I did. There's no point in lying."

Billy approached me with his underwear in hand, "You like my underwear?"

I nodded.

A slight grin was plastered on his face, "You know, breaking into someone's locker is against the rules. Coach Kyle could have you kicked off the team for that."

"Come on, Billy. It's not a big deal," Martin said, trying to help me.

"Shut it, Martin! This little faggot got me in trouble and had me running around the track in my underwear," Billy held the underwear up to my face, "What were you going to do with it? Huh? Jerk off? Does my underwear turn you on?"

I nodded again.

Billy grabbed my right hand and placed it on his groin, "You like that?"

I nodded.

"You want this pair?"

I nodded again.

"You gotta earn it. You do a good enough job; I'll keep your secret from Coach Kyle."

"A good job?" I said. I massaged his bulge more passionately, "What kind of job? A blowjob job?" I whispered.

"Yes, but first, put them on," Billy ordered.

I didn't know Billy's motive, but he wanted me to serve him, something I was happily obliged to do.

"What the hell are you doing, Billy?" Martin said.

"I told you to shut up!"

I grabbed the pair of briefs and put them on.

"There you go, you look so good in them. Now kneel!"

I knelt before Billy; my eyes were now level with his groin. Billy brought his hand to the back of my head and pushed my face against his groin. "Take it in, my smell!"

"Billy, stop this!" Martin urged.

"Can it, Martin! He wants it. I know he does. It's why he gets hard in the locker room. You think I haven't noticed, Chris?"

I broke free of his hold and stared up at him.

"You know you want this, Chris. Here is your opportunity to do so. Take full advantage of it."

I didn't look back at Martin as he pleaded for Billy to stop. Billy was right; I did want this. I had been wanting it for a while now. I had to take my opportunity.

My fingers dug into the waistband of Billy's briefs and slowly pulled them down. I tucked the waistband under his balls and gazed at what was before me. Billy's cock was uncut and long. His pubic hair was trimmed, and his balls hung low. I brought my lips to the rosey tip where they parted. My tongue lifted the tip of his cock and brought it inside my mouth.

Martin watched as I sucked on Billy's cock. As it grew inside my mouth. The length grew to 8 inches. Billy grabbed my hair and began to thrust. He started slow, sliding the cock along my tongue. Moans began to fly out of his moan, "Oh man, you got a good mouth. Martin, you should try it."

"Nah, I'm good," Martin said.

I grabbed the back of Billy's legs as he sped up. His cock was now inching into my throat with each thrust.

Billy shoved his pelvis against my nose, and his cock slid into my throat. I breathed through my nose as I gagged, causing the muscles in my throat to tighten around the tip of his cock. My hands moved up his legs and groped his butt cheeks. Billy held his hand on the back of my head, pressing down, "Yeah, take that cock."

I held it in my throat for an extended period. It began to concern Martin that he stepped in. "Hey, stop it."

Billy eased the pressure on my head and pulled out his cock from my mouth. I was out of breath, and my face was flushed. Billy looked down at me with a smile, "Nah, he's fine."

Martin said to me, "Are you okay?"

I smeared saliva off my lip, "Yeah, I'm fine."

"See, he's fine. Why don't you join us? He's got one hell of a mouth."

"Yeah, Martin. I've been wanting to suck your dick," I urged.

Martin succumbed to the peer pressure and stood before me. His bulge was massive. I pulled open his briefs, and his cock sprung out. It turned out he was semi-erect. I pulled back his darkened foreskin to reveal the bright pink tip of his cock. I noticed that his cock was veiny. I brought my tongue to the tip of his cock and licked it, then swallowed it into my mouth.

Martin's cock was the same length as Billy's. However, it was girthier. When I stroked his cock, I felt the veins on my hands. I loved it when a guy had veins on his cock. Billy stood beside us, watching me slurp on his friend's cock. Martin had been moaning softly. "He's good, huh?" Billy said.

"Yeah, he's good," Martin said in between breaths.

Billy placed his hand on my head and pushed it forward. The tip of Martin's cock slid into my throat. My hands were glued to his butt cheeks as his cock was nestled in my throat. Martin's moans grew louder with each passing second as my throat muscles tightened around his swollen cock.