The Football Manager

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"Comin' out of my cage and I've been doing just fine

Gotta, gotta be down because I want it all"

Mr. Brightside reverberated around the walls of our small dorm room. I looked up at my roommate and smiled through a mouthful of cock thinking the lyrics might have a double meaning. He ignored my smile and shoved me back down onto his stiff member.

"Watch your teeth, boy!"

"Yes Sir." I said and resumed bobbing my head up and down matching the rhythm of the music which had been turned up to drown out the slurping noises I was making and the pleasure moans of my roommate, Jason.

Jason was a member of the Michigan Wolverine football team. He and I had been friends since high school and were now roommates at the University of Michigan. Jason was the starting center for the Big Ten powerhouse. He was an absolute beast of a man standing 6'3, 320 pounds and had always been a stud in football. I spent many days/nights on my knees treating him like a stud.

I had been a football fan my whole life. Every Saturday morning I would be seated on the floor of my living room next to my dad watching Michigan football. I had so many great memories watching the classic battles against Notre Dame and those cocky Buckeyes. I dreamed one day of playing college football, but unfortunately I was never big of stature. I was 5'10 and weighed only 160 pounds in high school. My senior year I was the third string quarterback and mostly just charted plays on the sideline while the star players like Jason got to play under the lights. It was sort of embarrassing being one of the few seniors who never played, and often I was the subject of some of the teasing from the guys. Luckily, Jason was my best friend so I was spared some ridicule just by close association with him.

Jason wasn't completely innocent though. He was an alpha with a little bit of a bully side to him. He, too, liked to tease me and often the other guys followed his lead. It was all in good fun and never went too far. Jason made sure of that. He would be my protector when I needed him to be. And truthfully, I actually enjoyed the teasing. It made me feel more like "one of the guys" even with my lack of football ability.

Jason and I weren't in a relationship or any defined thing. We were friends who happened to fool around every once in a while. I would consider myself gay, but Jason still dated girls and was very popular amongst them. He may have been a big guy but he was still very good looking and charming. He had as much success at the sorority houses as the stereotypical ken-doll quarterback. He just really enjoyed blow jobs and hadn't found anyone who could quite match my technique or expertise, and I was more than happy to oblige.

I had come out to Jason back in high school, and he had kept my secret until this day. I told him because I had to tell someone otherwise I felt like I was going to explode. I felt so much better after finally letting that secret out. But I didn't have the courage or desire to live as an out of the closet gay man, especially while still on the football team. Jason was cool about it, and it didn't change our friendship at all. I don't like to admit it but one motivation for telling Jason was that I also had a crush on him. Part of me was hoping that maybe I'd have lottery luck and the crush would be mutual. I didn't dare confess that part of my attraction to him though.

Jason earned a full ride football scholarship to Michigan while I was lucky enough to be chosen as one of the managers/student assistants for the football team thanks to a recommendation letter from our high school coach who was a Michigan alum and former player himself. As I knelt between Jason's legs, my forearms resting on his mammoth thighs as I sucked his dick, I recalled how our whole "friends with benefits" relationship started.

It was the first weekend of college, and we had come back from a wild night of partying. Jason stripped down to his boxer briefs and collapsed onto his bed. He was shirtless. His chubby belly was covered in a light fuzz. His meaty thighs stretched his XXL black boxer briefs. I knew what size they were ever since I had rummaged through his underwear drawer when he was gone one day. And there at the center of his black boxer briefs was the shape of the absolute unit he was packing.

"What are you looking at gay boy?"

I looked up. My mouth fell open. My face flushed. Jason was smiling at me. It was an evil grin. It confused me. It made me nervous. I swallowed. I was unable to come up with any excuse as to why I had been staring at his groin.

Jason laughed. That put me at ease. I laughed too.

"Sorry, I didn't meant to..."

"Sure you did." Jason said, interrupting my attempt at an apology. My embarrassment returned. "Admit it. You've always had eyes for me. You're not sneaky. I'm not stupid." Still, I was silent. "Admit it." Jason said, this time more forcefully.

"Admit to what?" I asked.

"That you want this." Jason crudely grabbed at his crotch. It was way more than a handful. "You've wanted it for a long time." A few seconds passed. Jason gave me a stern look.

"Fine, I admit it."

Jason's smile turned even more crooked. It scared me. I looked away.

"It's okay. Go ahead and look."

I slowly turned my head back towards Jason. This was the first time I could look at the object of my heart's desire without having to hide my gaze. I took advantage of the opportunity even though I still felt uncomfortable.

"It's big isn't it?"

"Very big!" I agreed.

"Bigger than your little thing!" He taunted. I looked at the front of my own boxer briefs. I used my hands to cover up the truth of my much smaller package. Jason laughed, greatly amused with himself. My eyes returned to his big man crotch.

"Touch it." He said.

"What?"

"Go ahead. Touch it." Jason leaned back and scooted his hips further towards me.

I inched towards him. It all seemed so surreal, but the head fog caused by the amount of alcohol I had consumed drowned any protest from my conscience. I approached him and got down on my knees. My hand reached for the black polyester fabric. I looked up one more time to make sure Jason was actually serious. The glaze in his eyes told me he was as drunk as I was, if not more. He nodded at me. I had his permission.

I touched it ever so lightly, almost as if it might lash out and bite me. When it didn't, I pressed harder with my hand. Immediately, I felt its thickness. It was heavy, powerful, even. I cupped his balls. They, too, were heavy. I could hold each one individually in my palm. Together they touched all four fingers on my hand. I went back to his dick and explored every inch of it. His cock began to raise and grow stiffer and point towards his belly button. I rubbed it until it reached full mast. Jason's eyes were now closed. I would've thought he was asleep if it weren't for his subtle head movements. I continued to massage it.

"Smell it."

"Huh?"

"Smell it. Give it a kiss." Jason's eyes held a seductive gleam.

I lowered my head and stopped a centimeter from the clear outline of his hardened dick. I breathed in through my nose and the whiff of man filled my senses. But then, Jason grabbed the back of my head and shoved my face deep into his crotch. I fought his hands at first but when I realized what was happening I let him maneuver me in and out of ever crevice, letting every bit of package say hello to my face. I made mental notes of his natural musk.

Finally, Jason released my head. I came up for air. Jason's evil smile told me the wheels were turning in his head. Without saying a word he grabbed the front of his boxer briefs and pulled them down, tucking them underneath his balls. There it was. His cock was a good 7.5 inches long and thick as a tree trunk. He placed his hand on the back of my head and guided me towards his cock. My mouth was already opening as I approached.

It was my first taste of cock, and it was a perfect fit. I was eager to taste it all. Saliva filled my glands. I quickly had his entire cock dripping wet. I bobbed up and down a few times and looked up. He wore a conqueror's smile. That only increased the submissive demeanor and I sucked him even more sloppily.

That was how the first blow job happened. I do not know how long it lasted. I was too drunk to make note of the passing of time. All I remember is at some point a strong gush of semen hit the back of my throat. Jason gave me no warning. My first instinct was to pull away but Jason kept me from doing so. He made sure every bit of his seed ended up in my mouth. I coughed up half of it on his stomach when he let me go. He told me to swallow what was left. I did. I found I liked the taste. I licked the bit I had spit out on Jason's stomach. This pleased him. Jason laid there with closed eyes while I regathered myself. I wasn't sure if had passed out but I went ahead and tucked his drained nuts back into his boxer briefs, giving his crotch a loving kiss before going to my side of the room and collapsing in my own bed. I passed out shortly after.

I awoke the next day before Jason and decided to head out before he woke up. I wanted to avoid any awkwardness. I was unsure how he would feel about the night after sobering up. Jason and I didn't see each other again until later that night after he got back from a lifting session with the football team. We didn't make any mention of the preceding night's events at first but that elephant was way too large to fit in the room without acknowledging it.

"Hey man, sorry about last night," Jason began, "I was drunk and....well, I wasn't thinking."

"Don't worry about it. It was my fault too. I shouldn't have done that."

"No, it was my fault. I egged you on. I don't know what got into me. Football is tough, and everything is so new. My mind is just in a weird spot right now."

"Me too. Don't worry about it." I repeated.

"It was fun though. You were pretty good..." He looked at me out of the side of his eye.

"Oh yeah? Well...thanks. I guess. To be honest I've never done that before. I wasn't sure I was doing it right."

"You were definitely doing it right. You seemed like you knew what you were doing."

I laughed. "I didn't honestly."

"You must be a natural then! Makes me think I've been making the wrong choice over the years. Girls have never been able to get me off like that!"

My eyes fell down to his crotch again. I could pick out where the head of his dick pressed against his gym shorts. I didn't know if he was getting hard or if it was his natural bulge of his large endowment. It could've been either.

Jason must've sensed the conversation was turning in that direction too. He headed for the shower before anything could happen further. I sat on the bed and mindlessly flipped through my phone, a little disappointed that the conversation had only been a tease. I fantasized about bursting through the bathroom door and jumping in the shower with him, soaping up his big masculine body before sinking to my knees once again and giving careful attention to my ultimate object of desire.

Nothing happened between us until a couple weeks later. Jason returned from football practice exhausted. He was beat up and sore. He laid on the bed covering his face with his pillow.

"You alright man?" I asked.

"My fucking shoulder man. It's killing me."

"Do you need some ibuprofen?"

"I already took six. It's not working yet. And my lower back is sore from squats and trying to push these fat ass D-Linemen around all day."

"Damn man. Anything I can do to help?" I said, feeling bad for Jason.

"Not unless you know how to get rid of back pain or shoulder pain."

A thought crossed my mind. I wanted to voice it, but I was worried it would sound too...gay.

"Would you mind giving me a massage?" Jason asked, reading the very thought that was in my head. "Maybe that will help work out the soreness."

"Yeah man, no problem." I said a little too eagerly. Jason scooted over in his bed to make room for me.

"It's my right shoulder and my lower back on my left side."

I sat on the edge of his bed and started with his right shoulder. He winced in pain, immediately. "Fuck, softer. Not so rough."

"Sorry." I proceeded to massage his shoulder very lightly. He had great muscular shoulders covered with big traps and a layer of fat. I massaged his shoulder for a few minutes until he directed me to work on his lower back. I did my best but his broad backside made it hard to reach the spot he wanted. He suggested I straddle him so I could reach it more easily.

"You sure?" I asked, voicing the awkward position this would put us in without actually saying it out loud.

"Yeah, go ahead. No homo!" We both laughed at the joke. It eased the tension a little bit. I sat on top of his thighs. The elevated position this put me in made me feel like I was sitting on a booster seat. I pressed both hands into his lower back. He didn't recoil in pain at all and so I pressed deeper into him. "Keep doing that. That feels great." It felt great to me also. After a couple minutes, Jason directed me to work the other side of his lower back and eventually his entire back. Damn, this guy was packed with meat.

The initial awkwardness of the moment was completely gone. I was able to completely enjoy my exploration of this big bear. And Jason was enjoying it too. He jostled his hips back and forth, further sinking into the bed. I began to push my luck and started to expand my massage further down on his lower back. My wrists and forearms brushed against the top of his ass. His ass was so plump that I didn't have to make any strained effort to brush against it. It was easy to pass this off as if it were a complete accident.

"Get my legs too."

I didn't need to be told twice. I grabbed at his right thigh. My hands did not come close to reaching around it. I pressed my thumbs into his hamstrings and made symmetric half circles with them. I did this to his entire thigh and then switched to the left. After I had completely covered their surface I began my ascent back up his thigh and towards his ass. The circles of my thumbs started touching the bottom of his ass and the tips of my fingers crept between his legs. When they touched the crevice of his balls I did not go any further. I stayed there though seeing if Jason would recoil or protest. Jason did not. Instead, he spread his legs further apart making the underside of his balls even more accessible.

I went for it. My hands dug deep and ever so gently grazed his balls. I went back in and did it again. This time, Jason's legs widened even more. That was all the sign I needed. I abandoned his hamstring and took a full handful of his nutsack and began to massage. Jason let out a low growl. I became more aggressive with his package. He lifted his ass up in the air allowing me to reach all the way underneath him and grab at his dick. It was fully hard and pointing towards his belly. I rubbed his thick shaft and used my other hand to play with his meaty ass. I bent down and rubbed my face and nose over his ass and gave it a kiss.

I did my best giving Jason a hand job over his shorts while he lay on his stomach. The cat and mouse game though was now over, so he flipped onto his back and placed his hands behind his head. His lifted arms pulled the bottom his gray tshirt up so that the bottom of his belly was exposed. His black gym shorts now looked like a strong and sturdy teepee. I continued his hand job admiring the thickness of his cock as I caused his shorts to show its exact imprint. Without being asked I bent down and kissed what I saw was its head and then kissed each one of his testicles. I rubbed my nose around his crotch. I stayed there and looked up. His shaft now rested against my cheek.

He had that same evil grin as our first night together. He lifted his hips and together we slid his shorts and underwear down and off his body. Without having to be told I grabbed his 7 1/2 inch cock like a joystick and placed it in my mouth.

"That's it, boy. Suck it. Mmmm....suck my cock."

Drunk on lust and motivated to please my best friend, I eagerly swallowed his cock until I caused myself to choke.

"What's the matter?" Jason laughed. "Too big for you?"

"No Sir." I said, placing his cock in my mouth once again. I looked up at him with the resolve of a struggling player refusing to give into defeat.

"Sir? I like that." The new name motivated him to take even more charge of me. He grabbed my head with both hands and began dictating my pace. I did my best to keep up but my eyes began to water. I had to fight hard against his grip to be able to come up for air. I coughed and spit all over his balls. "You okay?" he asked, now taking concern that maybe he'd gone too far.

"Yes Sir. I'm fine."

"Here," he lifted up his nutsack, "Lick my balls." I licked the underside of his scrotum as he jerked himself off. After a couple minutes of this, he took me by the hair and placed me back on his cock.

"I'm getting close, boy. Finish me off. I want you to swallow."

I dove over and over again smacking my forehead against his cushioned belly. Jason began to thrust his hips as well. This threw my rhythm off but I quickly was able to match my technique with his thrusts. Soon Jason erupted in my mouth. I did much better this time catching all of his sperm in my mouth. Only a little bit spilled over the corners of my lips. I swallowed over and over until I could only feel a light coat of it in the back of my throat. Jason laid there satisfied once again.

"Fuck man, that was amazing. We might have to do that more often!"

"I'd be glad too, Sir." I was still horny myself.

"Can you toss me my underwear?" Jason asked. I did so. He slipped them on and noticed my hardon. "I hope you don't mind, but you're going to have to get yourself off. Sorry, I'm fine being sucked but cock sucking is not really my thing. I'm not gay."

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

And thus our friendship took the next step. Oftentimes after practice or in between classes I would give Jason a blowjob. There wasn't a set schedule. It happened whenever Jason wanted it. On average it was about once a day unless Jason was feeling particularly frisky. I blew him in his bed most of the time, but sometimes he sat at his desk, or on top of my desk. Other times he stood with his hands on his hips in a power stance looking down at me. On occasion I blew him in the shower. The only thing we needed was to turn the music up to drown out any possibility of someone in the hallway or next door overhearing. And again, it happened whenever Jason wanted. I never said no. I didn't want to. Jason was in charge. He had been in charge our whole lives. The only difference now was that sometimes I got put on my knees.

And he never reciprocated. It wasn't his thing. I was okay with that. In a way it added a fun quality to our dynamic by further solidifying him as the alpha. I was kind of shy anyway, preferring to do my "business" in complete privacy. Also, I was a little intimidated by the absolute hog Jason possessed. I wasn't nearly as blessed and was definitely bringing the average of the male population down. On a good day my little digit reached a little south of five inches and by no means was it thick. Jason would tease me about my lack of size from time to time. In a weird way, I enjoyed his teasing. It put me into a submissive headspace and made me more inclined to drop to my knees in front of him.