Julian:
Football games were a big deal in towns like ours; be it high school or collegiate, there was always a big crowd of supporters sporting team colors. Matt played for the local team, the Greenwell Grizzly's. They had been the best football team in the state for the last 3 years. Even I could see they were brilliant at what they did and deserved all of the titles that they had won so far.
All I knew about football had come from Luke, Mat and their Dad. They took me under their collective wings (much to my frustration at the time) and taught me how to throw a football, about the different positions, rules, teams and all the other bits and pieces that went along with the game. It took me a long time to realize how important all this information was to maintaining a normal social life in Greenwell and how much I would have outcasted myself by not joining in on the town's football hysteria.
While football wasn't my first choice in entertainment, it wasn't all bad. Live games interested me more that televised ones and when they were close, they often had me on the edge of my seat. There was also those fantastic male specimens running around on the field displaying their athletic prowess. Whenever a game got boring, I would mentally scope out the players, ranking or comparing them. Which would have been a lot easier without their bulky equipment and large helmets. The ere of mystery only added to the fun though. I could imagine them to be anything I wanted; pretend they were buff, wild looking sex gods or slim, blonde Swedish men. Beneath those jerseys and helmets could be anything I wanted, if only for the length of the game.
Number 37 however, was rippled under his black and gold jersey. I'd seen that delicious body in most of its glory only nights ago. All those perfectly formed muscles and that delectable olive skin dusted in light brown hairs. I had spent the last few days reliving those short moments over and over in my head. This was the first time since then, that I had managed to maintain focus on something else. Sadly my distraction was more Mat, but who could blame me when he was wearing those football pants. His bubble butt in that tight black spandex; the material clung to him like a second skin allowing me to enjoy all sorts of delicious fantasies with minimal imaginary effort.
However the fact that I was sitting with all of our family and friends stopped me relishing those delightful thoughts. I would have to save those mental pictures and ideas for later, when I was home and alone in my room tonight. I'd let myself fully envision all of the alluring and no doubt hilarious positions and moves he would have to use to remove such tight pants after the game and jerk off to my current favorite fantasy of pushing him back against a wall and sucking him off while he was still in his jersey. But at the game I couldn't afford a large bulge in my jeans or to start drooling for no apparent reason, so I'd have to behave myself and wait.
