Not In the NFL

Chapter 1-2

Knocking on the door awakened Adam, who got out of bed and sleepily staggered past of the bedroom, across the living room and down the hall to the door.

“Yeah?” he said without opening the door.

“Room service,” came the reply.

“I didn’t order no fuckin’ room…” he started to say as he opened the door.

Brendan was outside, smiling, leaning with one hand on each of the door jambs.

“Good mornin', babe,” he crooned as he walked into the entry hall, took Adam in his arms and kicked the door closed with his foot.

Adam struggled against the embrace for a few seconds and then his mind ceased to function and his body took over. He returned the embrace and eagerly sought Brendan’s mouth with his own. He placed one hand on each side of the man’s head, pulled him into a deep kiss, his tongue seeking and finding that of his partner. He heard himself moaning and calling Brendan’s name as their mouths and tongues began to make love.

Brendan broke away. He took Adam by the hand and led him down the hallway back into the bedroom. He turned Adam’s back to the bed, pulled him into a kiss, then gently pushed Adam down on the satin sheets. Pinning him to the bed by his wrists he smiled as he lowered his mouth to kiss him again. Then he stood up. Brendan reached for the waistband of Adam’s pajamas and slid them off, tossing them on the floor. Adam’s c**k lay in its nest of ginger hair, hard against the smooth musculature of his abdomen, throbbing slightly in tune with his pounding heart.

Slowly Brendan knelt down on the floor and pulled Adam forward so his legs were around his waist. The man lowered his mouth and slid his lips over the rigid crown of Adam’s d**k. Adam gasped and arched his back, straining to get as far inside Brendan’s mouth as he could. He didn’t have to as Brendan was steadily slipping more and more of Adam’s long, fat c**k into his mouth until his face was buried in the thick tangle of red pubic hair. Adam grabbed the sides of Brendan’s head and thrust upward in unison to the man’s bobbing head. .

Brenda, Adam’s girlfriend—he thought fleetingly of the irony of the similarity of her name with that of the man now sucking him—had often grudgingly given him head, but it was never like this, never as perfectly timed, with just the right amount of pressure. Somewhere he had heard only a man knew how to suck off another man because they knew just how they wanted it to feel. Whoever said it must have been right as Brendan was giving Adam the perfect blow job.

Adam felt his balls tighten, he let out a strangled moan, but just before he could shoot his load, Brendan released him and stood up. Adam lay there trembling, his c**k twitching, threatening to erupt. He looked up into the face of the man who was leading him down a path he was afraid to follow, yet knew he was powerless not to. His teeth chattered as if he were chilled.

Brendan slowly pulled the tight blue muscle tee with his team’s logo over his head, revealing his torso shrouded in black hair. Adam swallowed hard.

Brendan unbuckled his belt and lowered the zipper of his jeans. Placing his hands on his hips he pushed the garment to the floor and stepped out of it. He wore no underwear. His magnificent uncut c**k stood out from his thick bush of tangled pubes rigid and proud. Brendan reached down and stroked it. The glistening head slid in and out from beneath its wrinkled hood. Adam closed his eyes and tried to think, tried to instill some rationality into what was going on. But the shock of what happened next pushed all reason from his mind. He felt Brendan raise his legs and felt the soft, moist warmth of his tongue on his asshole.

Over and over again Brendan laved and probed the puckered entrance to Adam’s ass. Adam could scarcely breathe. He felt a desire beginning to awaken: a desire that scared the s**t out of him, while at the same time was something he knew he needed, wanted more than anything else. More than that, the desire seemed familiar, something he recognized. Adam felt Brendan’s tongue being replaced with a finger, gently probing and pushing until it was passing the clinched ring of muscle and entering his body. Adam winced. Brendan withdrew his hand slightly, then probed again.

With each thrust, Adam relaxed more. Then he felt the invading digit contact his prostate and sparks flashed before his still closed eyes. A wave of pleasure swept through his body, the likes of which he had never experienced before. He felt an intense tingling in the tip of his c**k. Once again he felt he was going to c*m. The finger withdrew before making contact again.

“Like that?” a voice from somewhere asked.

Vaguely aware the voice belonged to Brendan, Adam nodded and half moaned a yes.

Now there were two fingers entering and stretching his hole. Adam realized what was going to happen.

With a rush of passion and through a tightening throat, Adam said, “f**k me!”

“Your wish is my command, my liege,” Brendan replied.

Adam opened his eyes and saw Brendan standing at the end of the bed, tearing open a condom wrapper, then slowly rolling the rubber down his swollen c**k. Brendan leaned forward, bracing himself against the bed, and put Adam’s legs on his shoulders. Brendan placed the tip of his d**k against Adam’s hole and looked tenderly into Adam’s eyes.

“This is gonna hurt. But I’ll try to be as gentle as I can.”

Adam nodded.

Brendan leaned down and kissed Adam as he firmly pressed his d**k head against Adam’s sphincter. Adam felt himself relax and the tip of Brendan’s c**k slipped in. Brendan pushed, the head passed the ring of muscle and a wave of pain washed over Adam’s body. Brendan pulled back, then pushed in again. This time the pain was less and Brendan slid further into Adam.

Finally Adam could feel Brendan’s pubic hair against his balls. He was fully impaled on the man’s c**k. He felt a tingle as his prostate was probed. Adam let himself give in to his passion.

* * * *

Adam was trying to pack. The team plane would be leaving for home in just an hour. He could barely concentrate on what he was doing. His ass was sore. His mind was swirling. Thoughts of Brendan, of what had transpired in this room, on this bed, kept leaping to the fore. At the same time he tried to quell his rising panic.

I’m not gay. I can’t be gay. I have s*x with Brenda. I like it…but I just had s*x with Brendan! It was better than any s*x I’ve had with a woman…It’s just I’m away from Brenda and I was horny. As soon as I get home we’ll make out and…God, when I came when he was inside me. It was like a nuclear explosion or something. I never felt like that with any wo…

Adam turned from the suitcase on the bed, ran his fingers through his hair and walked to the balcony window. He stared, unseeing, at the hotel pool below.

There aren’t any gay guys in the NFL. Not ones that anyone knows about anyway. Only a few’ve come out after they retired. And then there’s that one guy who gave an interview to a New York Times reporter. He’s still in the league. He’s in the closet and used a pseudonym: Steve Thompson or something. He and the retired guys that have come out talk about the depression, paranoia and sleepless nights, worrying about discovery. I don’t want to go through that. I won’t go through that!

God! What if that guy in the interview is Brendan? The guy said he still goes to gay bars and has s*x with guys even though he’s scared shitless. No…Brendan didn’t seem scared at all.

“f**k!”

Adam returned to the bed and his packing. Finally finishing, he picked up his bag and walked to the door. He put his hand on the knob, hesitated and leaned his head against the wood, letting the memory of his last moment with Brendan come to the forefront of his mind.

“You take care, babe. This morning was special. We’ll have to do it again sometime.”

Then Brendan had taken him in his arms and kissed him, gently, tenderly, his tongue softly caressing his lips.

“See ya in the playoffs, if we both make it that far.” Brendan kissed him again and was gone.

There was a bang on the door.

Adam jumped. “s**t!” He opened the door.

Ashanti stood there, hands on hips. “Well, Mr. Big Shot Quarterback. The fuckin’ bus is waitin’ for ya. Get that ass a yours in gear!”

Adam forced a laugh. “I’m comin’, you old queer,” he said and immediately regretted it.

“Me…queer. Ha! If anyone’s queer it’s that fuckin’ linebacker that crashed the party last night. Walkin’ around in that tight tee with his nips pokin’ out…shit…now that’s queer. Ain’t natural for a man to show off his body like that to a room full a guys unless he’s a fuckin’ fa…”

“All right, Ashanti. You made your point. Let’s get to the bus.”

A trickle of sweat ran down Adam’s back.