The Football Manager

"Double kill! I'm up to 11. Get over here, Petey!" Jason shouted as he continued to increase his lead in Call of Duty. He sat there on the living room couch bare ass naked. His barrel chest and boulderous stomach provided a comfortable resting place for his hands as he fiddled with his Xbox controller. His thick thighs spread wider to accommodate me as I crawled toward him.

His cock every bit as big and thick as the man it swung from. My jawline had improved considerably because of the many hours I had spent bobbing on it. My own smaller version of a cock began to leak as I tasted this big naked lineman in front of me. Jason didn't even look at me as I took him into my mouth. All of his focus was dedicated to the joysticks on his controller while I focused on the joystick between his legs.

"Boom, bitch!" Yelled Eric seated on the other end of the couch. Eric was the right tackle for Michigan and one of my roommates. It was Eric's cock I had been sucking on moments before. "Petey, get your little ass back over here!" I crawled over to Eric and resumed sucking his cock.

The rules of the game were simple. Whoever had the kill lead got their dick sucked. First to cum, won. "Wednesday game night", they called it.

Brian, the other offensive tackle on the team, sat in the easy chair next to the couch. He was also naked but had yet to get his cock sucked that night. He wasn't that good at video games.

But no one felt bad for him. He would undoubtedly get his big hog nobbled on later.

The three of us had roomed together for two years now. Jason and I had lived together in the freshmen dorms our first year and then we moved into a house with his football buddies the year after that. We were high school buddies and shortly after graduation our "friends with benefits" relationship started. It was of mostly benefit to him as I exclusively sucked his cock or served at his bottom. Jason was bi and also still hooked up with girls every now and then. But none of them sucked cock as good as I did he told me.

Our arrangement was secret for that entire freshman year. It was only when we moved into the house with Eric and Brian that it was found out. Brian walked in on us one evening when Jason forgot to lock the door to his bedroom. Brian saw my face buried between his legs. He freaked out at first but eventually laughed about it after Jason explained all the upsides to it and how he still banged chicks on the side. It wasn't gay to get your dick sucked. It was only gay to be the one sucking dick. Somehow this logic resonated with Brian who was very concerned about his masculinity. He was the typical football blockhead - not very smart but extremely strong and athletic. Brian told Eric that same night and Jason and mine's secret became a house secret. Eventually Brian and Eric came to enjoy the fruits of my labor.

My first time sucking Brian and Eric came after one drunken night and a late night game of truth or dare. The dares started out fairly innocent but eventually got dirtier. I was dared to kiss Jason's ass, then his bulge, then actually suck him for a full minute in front of Brian and Eric. I was sheepish about it but Jason wasn't embarrassed at all. I think he felt powerful having someone suck his cock in front of his buddies.Ever since the other two found out, he flaunted his dominance over me constantly. He was always handsy with me in the house, slapping my ass in front of them, giving me a hug from behind, or bragging about the load he deposited in my mouth when he returned to them in the living room. But when the dares swung around to Brian and Eric, it was Jason who started challenging them to the same kinds of dares. The ass kissing was easy for them. The kissing of their crotches, less so, but still not too difficult to comply.

It was the cock sucking that really took some convincing. Jason goaded Eric about it first. Brian chipped in too, giggling like a schoolgirl - a stark contrast to his 6'5, 300+ pound frame. Jason described how good it felt, how it wasn't gay and that I was an excellent cocksucker. Eventually, Eric wore down and agreed to let me suck his cock. "Only for ten seconds!" He said. I dropped to my knees in front of him and helped him take off his shorts. Eric closed his eyes. His body was tense, and I don't think he was breathing. His cock was shorter than Jason's, about average length but it was equally as thick. Eric shuddered like it tickled when I first wetted his cock. After a few seconds he relaxed and a smile spread across his face. Jason gave an "I told you so" speech and the blow job lasted much longer than 10 seconds. It was only interrupted by Brian who now wanted a turn. Jason ordered me over to Brian. I swallowed a load from all three men that night. It was a trilogy that I would complete on many nights to come as I began to be the bitch boy for all three linemen. Jason was always the lead alpha, and I obeyed him over the others.

"Take that cocksucker!" Eric yelled at Jason, extending his kill lead.

"That would be Petey, not me!" The three of them all laughed. I did, too, adding a little extra vibrations for Eric's big cock.

Jason would eventually win the Call of Duty match feeding me a salty snack. After the game was over, I visited Eric (second place) and then Brian (third place) to cure them of any blue balls that might develop while they watched a late night west coast football game.

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All three of them loved having their own on-call cocksucker. And I had a seemingly endless supply of big bear cock, so who was I to complain? I even enjoyed being teased about it. It made my little dick hard to be called cocksucker, little guy, little man, bitch boy, or anything of the like. I was called those names about as often as I was called Peter in the house. In the hallways when we passed each other they would never move. I would have to turn sideways and squeeze past their wide bodies. This small action further accentuated the size difference between us and the role I played in the house.

They liked to tease me and make inside jokes around campus as well. The fact that no one on the football team knew the full meaning of their jokes made them that much funnier. In the locker room while I performed my managerial duties is where this occurred most often. This is what led to the cat being led out of the bag to more members of the offensive line.

I was picking up the dirty laundry and made my way to the offensive line lockers. Jason and Brian were still undressing. Eric already had his towel wrapped around his waist. I admired the curve of his ass as he held it secure. Jason took off his football pants and threw them in my face. "Bet you like the smell of that don't you, Petey?" I certainly did. Then, Brian tossed his jock, and it landed on my head.

"You're going to get a better whiff of that later." Brian crudely joked while completely naked.

WHAP! Brian clutched his ass and yelped in pain. The culprit of the towel whack was Joe, the starting left guard. We all laughed hysterically as Brian continued to rub his ass which had a bright red mark on it. Joe's laughter was cut short as Brian grabbed another towel from the dirty clothes bin I was pushing and began snapping it at Joe repeatedly. The nearly naked left guard ran around the lockers trying to hide from his left tackle using his center and right tackle as obstacles. Four mostly naked linemen were running around the locker room with all their bits and parts swinging freely in the air. This was heaven to me.

The towel fight ended when Joe collapsed to the ground after a final whip of the towel hit him in the dick. Joe curled up into a ball on the floor cursing at Brian. The guys didn't feel remorseful at all and lightly whacked at a helpless Joe on the floor.

"Knock it off, you fuckers!" Joe kicked at the latest towel attempt. "I'm serious. You got my dick! That fucking hurt!"

"Hey Petey," Eric called, "why don't you help Joe out and give him some of that mouth magic." My three alphas found this highly amusing and began throwing in more clandestine comments at my expense.

"I ain't no faggot. I'll get your girl to do it instead." Joe said, responding to Eric, trying to maintain some dignity.

"Nothing gay about getting your dick sucked." Chimed in Eric. "Petey is very talented. Haven't you heard?"

My teeth and fists clenched in a short fit of fury. I looked at Eric in a way to signal him to stop. He didn't take the rage on my face seriously at all. He simply shrugged his shoulders as if to tell me to lighten up. The jokes continued, and I could tell by the way Joe eyed me, he was questioning whether or not there was any truth hidden in them. The other three continued to rain down towel whips on the helpless pudgy man on the floor.

Then, Coach Truman, the offensive line coach, came walking around the corner to investigate what was all the commotion. Seeing Joe huddled in a ball grabbing at his crotch and the other three linemen still holding the towels they had whipped him with, the burly coach went off on them.

"For fuck's sake, what is going on here! Joe get your ass off the floor. You three, get in the damn shower already. You better not be late to study hall. Every damn day you guys are fucking around in here. Apparently, we need to practice harder if you still have energy to play grab ass in the locker room."

The four linemen gave half apologies and headed off for the showers. Joe turned and looked at me a couple times as he went. I could tell his mind was still spinning and somewhere in that tornado of thoughts was me. I watched his bubble butt saunter away when he turned around for good. I wondered which pair of football pants in the bin were his. When I rolled the bin to the laundry room and found myself alone, I checked the tags of the pants until I found his number. They smelled glorious.

A couple days went by. It was a Thursday. I had finished editing the practice film and made my way out of the practice facility heading toward the mess hall for a quick dinner.

"Pete. Wait up!" Someone shouted at me from behind. I turned. It was Joe. Joe's gym bag was slung around his opposite shoulder which pulled his t-shirt making what was loose fitting to fit him tightly around the chest and upper torso. Joe was the shortest of the starting lineman but still stood 6'2. He had more of a plump build to him than the others, but he was just as a mean and physical. He was the youngest of the starting offensive linemen, only a freshman. He ran to catch up to me.

"Hey, I wanted to apologize about what I said the other day."

"What did you say?" I asked.

"I said some pretty disparaging remarks about gays. I didn't know you were gay."

I stopped in my tracks. I hadn't admitted to Joe that I was gay. There were jokes in the locker room but nothing had been confirmed to my knowledge. I looked at him puzzled and tried to deny the accusation. Jason seeing my acting performance confirmed how he knew I was, in fact, gay.

"Look, I heard the guys in the locker room the other day," Joe began to say, "and I talked to Jason and Eric afterwards. They told me everything about...well, you know." Joe's words took me off guard. I began to speed walk trying to get away from him and somewhere I could process alone.

"Pete, wait up. You don't have to be embarrassed about it. I'm cool with it. That's what I wanted to talk to you about." Joe had caught up with me at this point and grabbed my arm to slow me down. Seeing as I wasn't going to be able to escape this conversation I decided to give Joe the time of day. I stopped but avoided eye contact with him instead choosing to stare at the ground and his bulky calves.

"Everything's okay man. I wanted to apologize to you. I used the f-word. I know that's an offensive word. I wouldn't have said it had I known."

"Don't worry about it." I said.

"You forgive me?" He asked.

"Yeah, sure. There's nothing to forgive. You didn't know, and you didn't say it directly to me. We're good."

"We are?"

"Yeah man. We're good. Just don't tell anyone else. My other friends and family don't know, and I'm not ready to tell them yet."

"Of course, Pete. Your secret is safe with me."

"Thanks." I said. "Thanks for being cool with it."

We continued to walk toward the mess hall. There was awkward silence as neither of us knew how to segway from our previous topic.

"A friend of mine back in high school was gay." Joe said, abruptly breaking the silence. "And he's cool as hell. He brings his boyfriend to parties sometimes. They're hilarious. They can even drink me under the table."

Our conversation was mostly a monologue by Joe. I didn't know Joe well enough to participate naturally in the conversation. The most I knew about Joe was from cleaning up his dirty practice gear off the floor and by proxy through Jason and the guys. When I didn't respond to his story about his gay friend, Joe searched for something else to talk about. He was a chatterbox, and silence bothered him more than me.

"So you really suck their dicks?" Joe blurted out.

I laughed at the abruptness of the question.

"Yeah, I do." I said, deciding to entertain his curiosity.

"Damn man. What's that like?"

I raised an eyebrow at him. "Is there a reason why you're so curious? Do you want to suck their dicks too?" I joked.

"Oh hell no!" He said, a little too animated. "Sorry, I mean. I was just thinking, I've seen those guys in the showers. They've all got fucking hammers, especially Jason!"

"It can be a bit of a task. But after a while you learn how to handle them." Another couple seconds of silence passed.

"How often do you do it for them?"

"Suck their dicks?" I said.

"Yeah! Jason said it's every day."

"That's probably true, for Jason at least - for Eric and Brian it's usually only on the weekends. I don't know. It kind of depends what mood they're in."

"Damn man, that's awesome." His words trailed off, and I could tell what question he wanted to ask next but couldn't muster up the courage to ask.

"Why? You want a blow job as well?" I said in a moment of bravery.

"Oh no! No. That's not why I was asking. I was just curious." Joe said in a fit of denial. I gave him a quizzical look. "Alright." He said. "I kind of want to try it. But you can't tell anyone!"

"Your secret is safe with me." I said, growing excited and looking down at the man's thick legs and trying to spy his package through his gym shorts.

"And nothing else. I'm not gay."

"Relax man, it's only a blowjob. We can stop anytime you want to."

This seemed like a fair deal to Joe. He suggested I come back to his dorm room. His roommate had already skipped out for the week and gone back home for the weekend. We struggled to find anything to talk about the remaining walk. No topic seemed natural for what we were about to do. Joe's dorm was pretty messy. He apologized several times about it and kicked dirty clothes out of the way. He stood in the middle of his room when he was finished.

"Umm, what now? Sorry. I've never done this before. Well, not with a guy. With girls normally there is kissing and making out first but...no offense I don't want to kiss you."

I laughed. "It's fine man. You can sit, lay down, or stand. It doesn't matter to me."

"Alright, how about I lay down on the bed. That way I don't have to look down at..." He paused fearing he had offended me.

"Just take your shorts off and lay down. I'll do everything else." I said.

Joe yanked down his shorts and scooted back on his bed. I smirked when I saw Joe's arm raised to cover his eyes with the crook of his elbow. I climbed onto the bed with him. I took advantage of Joe's averted eyes and drank in his body with a look that I am sure would have freaked Joe out. I lowered my head and took in a big whiff of the stocky guard. My senses began to fill with lust. I held Joe's meaty sausage steady in my hand and slowly pressed my lips to its tip.

I wanted to go slow and ease Joe into the blowjob lest I scare him off. He did shudder a bit when my tongue licked the underside of his cockhead. I studied Joe's reaction the entire time as I carefully wetted each inch of Joe's not so slowly hardening cock - a good sign! Once he was fully hard I established a steady rhythm which emitted wet sloppy sounds.

"Hold up a second." Joe said, sitting up and reaching for his phone. "Let me play some music to drown out the, uh, the noise." Joe quickly connected to a bluetooth speaker and put on some music.

"That should be good." He said.

"Do you want me to continue?" I asked, trying to feign sincerity.

"Yeah man, it feels great. Keep going." Joe laid back down, but this time he did not cover his eyes.

I resumed his blowjob. I tried a few different techniques and when I heard Joe start to breathe heavily, I knew I had hit the spot. I swirled my tongue in circular motions just below the head of his cock.

"Fuck man, right there. Keep doing that." Joe said through a growl.

I followed Joe's instructions and kept an active tongue throughout the next several minutes. Feeling Joe was fully comfortable with having another guy blow him, I let my hands explore his upper thighs. I admired the friction of the hair against my smooth palms. I clawed up at his round hairy belly. I worried this might freak Joe out but my lustful appetite was winning its own battles against my effort to not freak Joe out.

To my surprise, when I started rubbing his body, I felt his hand on my head. He petted my hair in a loving way. It felt endearing actually. I increased my efforts. Joe started bucking his hips ever so slightly with these new movements.

"I'm getting close, man!" He said. His voice sounded out of breath. "I'm close, man. You better get off, or..." He tried to pull me off with his hand but I swatted it away. I knew how to give proper blowjobs and one wasn't complete until the man's seed ended in my mouth. I wanted to fully taste this stud lineman.

"Here it comes!" He said, thrusting his hips high in the air. Joe's cock erupted like a rocket. Each spurt of come splattering the back of my throat. It made swallowing easier. Joe relaxed and caught his breath as I licked his cock clean of any traces of his creamy residue. This went on for about a minute.

I stood up when I was finished. Joe pulled his underwear back on. Only when it was fully on did he look me in the eye once again.

"Err, thanks." He said. "That was great!"

"You're welcome." I said. "Glad you enjoyed it."

"Honestly, that's the best I've ever had. The guys weren't lying." Joe said, finally allowing himself to smile.

"Anytime!" I said.

"You mean it?" He asked.

"Yeah, I had fun too. You're a sexy guy." I said. I could tell from his expression that compliment flattered him. "Anytime you need a little relief. You have my number."

"Thanks. I'll do that." He said. "Hey, but don't tell the guys. Not yet, anyway."

"No problem. This will be our secret." I assured him.

And with that we said an awkward goodbye, and I headed home.

Over the next week I had a fourth cock to pencil into my busy schedule. Between Jason and the guys at home and the random texts I would get from Joe "wanting to do it again", I was being fed so much lineman dick I thought I might soon be able to suit up for the Wolverines myself. I never once complained in my own mind. The addition of Joe's cock to my regular repertoire only made me a better cocksucker. Jason even commented that my blowjob game had reached a new level. I didn't tell him I had been putting in extra practice (similar to the extra workouts he would do for football only mine were done exclusively on my knees).

Joe quickly grew more comfortable being blown by another guy. He only covered his eyes for that first blowjob. Now, he took his blowjob sitting up in his bed or at his desk chair. Sometimes he stood up (my personal favorite) as I enjoyed staring up at him as he placed his hands on his hips. He would look down at me and pet my head and whisper words of encouragement or instruction to dictate the service. He even started giving me a spank or pat on the butt as he said goodbye. I wondered if he might have interests in staking a claim on that part of me as well...