Love or the NFL

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Football was getting more and more exciting by the week. The U’s team was undefeated and rising in the national rankings. Mark was not a huge football fan, but Frank dragged his roommate to every home game and made the man watch the away games with him either on the dorm lounge TV or on his tablet.

Truth be told, Frank preferred watching the games on TV rather than attending them in person. The reason for this was Bill was becoming a big star, being used more and more in the pass game, and putting up some very impressive numbers. That meant he was on screen quite a bit, which gave Frank the chance to enjoy the fit of Bill’s uniform. It showed off his exquisite ass very nicely and left little to the imagination when his package was on view. Of course, the fact that Frank had seen the real thing made it easier to picture what the fabric hid.

Bill was also frequently interviewed both before and after games, giving Frank a chance vicariously to get to know the real Bill Billingsly. He was pleased that the man came across as articulate and intelligent. He also seemed to be a good sport. He never bad-mouthed the other team nor showboated his outstanding performances. This further verified for Frank that Bill’s calling him Frodo, while still a mystery, certainly was not meant to demean him. It didn’t seem to fit the man’s character.

Frank had to be careful, however. He was not out. Not here, nor to anyone at home, being afraid of the reaction of his very religious parents, especially that of his father. His father was the pastor of a small evangelical church. Frank had heard his father’s many sermons on the wages of sin and his condemnation of homosexuality. The man had made it clear, that in his mind, Jesus’ promise of salvation did not extend to gays, and they were all to burn in hell, probably his son along with the rest.

Frank had had one brief s****l encounter with a kid in junior high, but the boy had moved and took the knowledge of Frank’s orientation with him.

Although Mark hadn’t shown much interest in women, Frank was pretty sure his roommate was straight. So Frank kept his verbal praise for Bill’s physical prowess during games to what he hoped were appropriate levels. However, Mark had made several comments about Frank being Bill’s number one fan and suggested he start a fan club.

As the trimester went on, Frank was acutely aware he was developing not only admiration for the big man, but feelings for him as well. He knew, of course, it was what his grandmother would call puppy love and could never come to anything.

Nonetheless, his feelings enhanced his fantasies, and it was pleasant to contemplate what it would actually be like to have a relationship with the handsome, talented Bill Billingsly.

By mid-November, Dr. Klein still hadn’t been able to give Mark and Frank the name of the fifth member of The Fourth Magi’s cast. The professor reported he had polled all his classes, and everyone seemed to have a role. No one claimed to have signed up to play the part of the fourth king. Mark gave Dr. Klein a copy of their rehearsal schedule and asked that if he found out who was supposed to be playing the king’s part, to please send him to their dorm room, number 456, in the freshman dormitory. Dr. Klein said he’d announce it in his drama classes as well.

“I am totally in the dark as to why no one has come forward,” the professor said, shaking his head. “After all, this counts toward their final grade.”

In addition to that situation, the problem of getting the rest of the cast together for rehearsals was a real burden. Everyone’s schedule seemed to be in conflict with Frank’s gymnastics workouts. Mark worked with Jenny, Luke, and Thomas separately, Mark reading the lines for both the king and the shepherd.

Mark and Frank were becoming a bit worried as to how they were to fare if the fourth king, whose name was Saradin, according to the script, never showed up.

In the meantime, Frank was spending a lot of extra time in the gym. The first meet had not gone well, and with the official gymnastics season fast approaching, the coaches were pouring it on. Frank often came in after hours on his own to work on routines, as he would be performing in all six disciplines in the all-around competition.

Late one night, Frank had been alone in the gym working on his weakest element—his floor exercise routine. When he finished, he showered, left the locker room, and walked down a dimly lit hallway. There were doors all along the hall that led to either staff offices, equipment storage rooms, or rooms used by the trainers to treat the athletes after workouts or competitions. He heard what sounded like moaning coming from behind one of the doors that lay ahead of him. As he got closer, he could definitely tell someone seemed to be in pain. He picked up his pace. When he got to the door from which the moans seemed to be originating, he heard a muffled voice say, “Holy s**t, Dennis, keep it down. If anyone’s still here, we’re gonna get caught.” “Sorry,” another voice said. “But, oh my God, you’re so fuckin’ huge! I can’t help it!”

Frank’s heart was racing. Imagining what was happening, his c**k began to swell. He pushed the door open a crack and to his shock saw Bill’s beautiful butt thrusting as the football player f****d Dennis Stahlworth, one of Frank’s teammates, a senior who Frank barely knew. Dennis lay on his back on a massage table. His legs were over Bill’s shoulders, and he was jacking his hard c**k for all he was worth as Bill’s hard d**k was repeatedly thrust into him.

Frank let out an involuntary gasp. Bill stopped dead in mid-stroke. His head whirled around, and he caught sight of Frank.

“s**t!” Dennis exclaimed. He’d evidently passed the point of no return. Jizz spewed from the end of his throbbing d**k, despite being caught in the act.

Frank stood frozen to the spot and watched Bill extract himself from Dennis’ ass, quickly reach down to pull up his sweatpants, and start toward Frank. Frank’s legs thawed, and he hurriedly turned to leave.

“Frodo! Frodo, wait!” Bill called out, making for the door.

Frank took off running, out of the gym and across campus. He didn’t stop until he reached his dorm. There he slowed to a brisk walk, took the stairs two at a time up to the fourth floor.

Frank entered his room, closed the door behind him, and leaned against it, panting.

“What’s up?” Mark asked, lowering the book he’d been reading.

Frank knew how Mark felt about Bill. He could never tell Mark what he’d just seen.

“Nothing,” Frank said, struggling to get under control, trying to come up with an explanation, hoping Bill hadn’t followed him home and would start pounding on the door at any minute.

“Just decided to see how fast I could get from the gym to the dorm.”

“After a three hour workout?” Mark asked skeptically.

“Yeah. Pretty dumbass, right?”

“I’d say that. Speaking of running, you want to run some lines from the play? I got some directorial suggestions.”

“I don’t think so.”

Frank walked into the room, laid his backpack on the desk as casually as he could, and began taking off his clothes. “I’m beat. I just want to go to bed.”

“Suit yourself, but we only have a few more weeks.”

The reality was, all Frank could think of was the image of Bill’s magnificent c**k thrusting into some guy’s ass. He’d never be able to concentrate on lines.

“If you’re going to bed, I’m going down to the cafeteria. I’m hungry,” Mark said. He got up and left the room.

Frank was just as glad to be alone as he needed to be able to process what he’d just witnessed. He used the bathroom and crawled into bed. He lay on his back, staring at the ceiling. The room was dimly lit by the light on Mark’s nightstand. Frank tried to force the images of what he’d seen out of his head, but they were not to be denied.

Once again, Frank saw the muscles of Bill’s spectacular ass flexing as he f****d Frank’s teammate, who lay moaning in pleasure on the training table. Frank’s d**k began to harden, tenting the sheet. Before Frank could stop himself, he was stroking in rhythm with Bill’s thrusts. As he moved closer and closer to climax, Frank’s teammate dissolved, and it was he, Frank, who was receiving, welcoming, Bill within him.

Frank was a virgin. The s*x he’d had in junior high was nothing more than early teenage experimentation: feeling each other up, fondling, clumsy mutual hand jobs, tentative c**k sucking—nothing as real as what he’d seen Bill doing that night.

Frank was being f****d, imagining what it would be like to have Bill inside his body, joined with him, one with him. He imagined Bill wanting him, saying his name. Then Bill was cumming, breeding Frank with his seed. That thought pushed Frank over the edge, and, as he’d seen his teammate do earlier, shot his c*m all over his belly and chest.

Frank lay there for a long time as his breathing returned to normal. Then he got up and cleaned himself off. Returning to bed, he turned to the wall. I wish I’d never seen it. I won’t be able to stop thinking about it. I won’t be able to not want it, want him. I hope I never see Bill in person again. It’ll be just too hard.