The Kicker Scores A Touchdown!

I’m a kicker on an NFL team, which I won’t name. In my 2nd season, I was paired to room with a defensive lineman, Darrell, on road games. Kickers are sometimes derided on football teams, not seen as a true player, given the limited amount of time on the field and what we do. But Darrell never treated me any differently. He was lighthearted, a gentle giant if you will. And I do mean giant. Darrell was over 6 feet tall and 300 pounds of African American muscle. He was a specimen to be sure. We became friends.

Once, I entered the hotel room while he was on his laptop, cans on his ears so he didn’t hear me. Darrell was watching porn, and I could tell he was masturbating under the covers. He was startled and I just smiled and said, of course I do the same. “Do you mind if I continue?” No. Do you mind if I watch from over here? He shook his head no. The awkward moment passed. I got under the covers and handled my stiffening cock and watched his porn while he did the same. Darrell was into she-males and also straight porn. The vibe in the room was pretty erotic. In the next bed was this incredibly huge black man deep in his edging to porn and I was doing the same. He closed his eyes and moaned and continued for quite some time. I did too.

Well, now that that had been established, Darrell and I continued to do likewise through the season when we could. We discussed porn and the covers and clothes came off and we just enjoyed the porn together. I loved watching him nut, it was explosive. He would watch me too, his mouth open and breath ragged. We talked about this and decided it wasn’t gay for two guys to watch porn and jerk off together but separately. Darrell was married and I had a serious girlfriend.

“The thing about dick is dick don’t’ lie. Dick is honest,” he said to me once. “And when that dick is hard, I let it be. I don’t question it because it’s being honest.”

Once, we were watching some lesbian clips and stroking to much enjoyment. “Girls get to do gay stuff and it don’t mean anything. They can munch a pussy and then go back to their boyfriends, and he don’t care she like to lick pussy. Know what I mean?” So, what you’re saying is girls like to do gay things, but it doesn’t necessarily make them gay. “Yeah. Too bad guys can’t do the same. It’s different for us,” he said. Well does it have to be? I mean, why can’t guys have the same girls have? Why can’t guys enjoy other dicks without it meaning they’re gay? Darrell paused, and murmured, “Wow.” He looked at me and our eyes locked and he leaned over, and we started kissing! I melted. His big soft lips and tongue were all over mine and we kissed so deeply. I reached over and grasped his massive dong and stroked it and he nodded. So, I got down in between his knees. I was on the verge of sucking cock for the first time, why not? Why not help my friend to feel good? It didn’t have to mean anything at all. I kissed the head and explored with my tongue. I liked to drag the head his black snake against my pouty lips. Inexperienced yet I knew exactly what to do as if I had always been sucking cock. I lavished it and stroked it and took as much in my mouth as I could. I was in total control of this giant’s sexual pleasure and the rush was incredible. I stroked my own cock. Darrell kept making happy moaning noises. It felt so liberating to do gay stuff and not mean we were gay. Or? Shit, at the moment I did not care about labels. I was having too much fun! Lost in bliss. My brain leaked out of my ears, and I egged him on to cum in my white boy mouth. He came like a geyser!

Darrell and I confessed our porn addiction to each other. He shared explicit photos of his wife with me. She is a professional volleyball player. Tall, brown, lithe, with huge titties and a beautiful face. Her hair was often in long braids. I would edge to her photos on my laptop as I sat next to Darrell, his leg thrown over mine while he watched she-male porn, jerking off edging / gooning for hours. It was so nice to share that time with him.

We eventually tried anal sex with each other. Usually, it was easier for me to fuck him than the other way around. When but he did fuck me, I had wild thoughts about wanting to have his baby. As his weight pressed down on me, I was totally trapped and immobile. I gave in to the submissiveness and again my brain and body relaxed to the point I felt like a giant dish of vanilla pudding. He just laughed when I told him.

Porn and gay stuff together. Darrell was quite a friend. We were totally on the same page. We still loved sex with women, but now we could enjoy sex with each other and in our minds, it wasn’t gay at all. But sometimes, during sex, it was fun to admit to being gay; it was so taboo, and it made our hearts soar: “I love your cock, Darrell!” “I need to fuck that white ass of yours right now!” Sometimes we would rub our cocks against each other’s and kissed and kissed and kissed. I loved doing gay stuff with Darrell.

It was time to come clean with our other partners, which was a scary prospect. Another story of how that all worked out.