Calvin
There’s nothing like a football game on a chilly October night. My friends and I come to every game, even though our college never has the best record in the conference. Moray State University still knows how to have fun at a game. Our mascot and cheerleaders put on a show, and our players do their best, and sometimes we even win. Tonight doesn’t look like luck is on our side.
The boys are playing hard, I mean, they are really giving it the ole college try, but they are still fourteen points behind. The quarterback has made some stupid plays, and it looks like he’s just trying to get to the end of the game without letting them score any more points. It’s like a bloodbath out there. For some reason, the moron doesn’t run the ball very well. He was supposed to be our saving grace. He was some phenom from State that was going to put us in contention for the playoffs. He has not succeeded.
Moray has been my college team since birth. I was born and raised in this town and attended Moray High School, where I graduated with honors. I thought I would be able to slide into a free ride here at the college. However, that wasn’t the case. I was devastated to learn that only part of my tuition would be paid with a scholarship, so I got a job on campus with the work-study program. After a horrible semester at working in the cafeteria, I was offered a job at the campus tutoring center. I’ve worked here for the last four semesters, and now I am one of the busiest of the employees.
I’m lucky. I don’t mind having to work to pay my tuition, but the job definitely makes it harder for me to find the time for my own classes sometimes. This semester has been grinding so far. I am only taking fourteen credits, so I have the time to help everyone else with their classes. Last spring, I over-extended myself and got really close to fucking up my GPA. Sure, it would have been a B, but I have never received a B in my life. I made sure that wouldn’t happen this year.
“What the fuck is up with Hawkins?” Chad, one of my best friends since third grade, asks as he sits back down beside me. “He can’t run a play for shit. His daddy must donate big-time to keep his ass on the team. How the hell are we gonna win if our quarterback is a fuckin’ moron?”
One of the church ladies behind us scoffs, and Chad turns around and gives her a big smile.
“He was an all-state finalist in high school. But he hasn’t shown it since he came here. His mother is on the Board of Regents, so he came in as the second string and was starting his sophomore year. That’s how he’s not been benched yet. Seems a shame cause this is one of the best defensive lines we’ve had in years,” Mike answered, annoyed at the situation the school found itself in. The three of us have been tight for a long time.
“Just the way it is, fellas. Always has been and always will be. The ones with the money have all the power, and the ones who deserve the rewards sit on the sideline.” I shrugged, used to the way Moray worked. It had been like that in our high school too. Pissed me off a lot more then. Now, I had just come accustomed to my shitty luck of being born poor.
“Preach. I like that you come here to the games with us, Calvin. Hey, Mike? Remember when Calvin used to complain about us making him come to the games when we were in high school?” Chad slapped me on the back hard enough to make me spill a splash of beer from my red cup.
“I didn’t complain… exactly. You shits made me go to the high school games and the college ones whenever we could. It just ate up a lot of time that we could have used doing something else. I like football,” I whined.
“You like the boys in the tight pants,” Mike snickered.
I glared over at him. “Well, it doesn’t hurt. They should pull Hawkins out and put in their backup QB. He, at least, can throw the ball. Hawkins looks like he wants to make all the touchdowns himself.” I deflected. It was true…I enjoyed football a lot more once I admitted to myself that I was gay. I stopped caring about the game so much and started enjoying the scenery a lot more.
“You just think he’s hot. Trust me, we all know.” Chad stood up on top of the bench. “Mason McKendrick is soooo fucking hot!” Chad bellowed. A few of the fans around us snickered while a few others shot us dirty looks.
“Can you stop the cursing, young man?” one of the church ladies hissed.
Chad took off his ballcap and held it over his heart as he turned around to them. “I’m really fucking sorry, ladies,” he said thoughtfully. Chad excelled at sarcasm.
I grabbed his arm and pulled him back down, laughing at his stupidity. “Shut up, Chad. Besides, everyone here agrees with me.”
“Yeah, yeah… whatever. Pretty boy never gets to play very much, anyway. Hawkins gets us into a shit deficit, and then McKendrick doesn’t have a chanceIFhe gets to even play. He’s a cock knock anyway. Regina over at the diner said he rarely tips and hits on any of the girls sitting alone, so I guess you’ll never get your chance anyway.” Chad laughed as he threw back the rest of his beer. “Damn, this shit is just pathetic tonight. Maybe we should just get out of here and head over to the tailgate party at the Omega’s house. If I stay here, I’m gonna start to cry in my beer.”
“Wait,” Mike said suddenly. “Look. It’s your lucky night Calvin. They finally pulled Hawkins out, and it looks like your boy is going in.”
I squinted at the field, looking to see if it was true. Sure enough, number 32 ran out onto the field, holding his helmet in his hands as his tight ass teased me as he headed to the huddle. His shaggy brown hair disappearing as he slid the helmet over his head.
The announcer made the substitution. “Mason McKendrick is coming in for Bobby Hawkins with ten minutes left in the last quarter.”
He was the stuff of fantasy. We had a class together my freshman year. He sat one row to the right and two seats ahead of me. I would get lost in class as I studied the back of his neck and the shoulders and biceps that had caused me to have many restless nights. I was so in lust with him; it hurt to sit there and try to focus in class. He would walk in, and I would instantly feel my dick hardening in my pants. I was usually the last to leave when class ended. It would have beenhardto explain myhardnessat the time.
I had seen him on campus after that, of course. He prowled when he walked. His muscles always threatening to rip through any shirt he wore and that ass…Damn. It was still a bright spot to my day when I spotted him on campus. Of course, I never spoke to him. Why would he want to talk to someone like me? Not that it would have done a damn bit of good. He was straight. They were always straight here at Moray State. Well, at least the guys I was interested in.
They broke from their huddle and got set to run their play. His deep voice boomed as the ball flew back to him. He feigned right and then spun around one of the other players and went left. He shifted his feet and let the ball fly. It spiraled through the evening sky, the lights catching the skin as it arced over the heads of the players and landed in the arms of one of our running backs.
He made it about another five feet before someone tackled the shit out of him. He held onto the ball, and the crowd cheered. One of the other players, one of Chad’s favorites, came by and slapped him on the ass. Fuck… I wish that would have been my hand that felt his perfect round cheeks. He had a bubble butt that I knew was pure muscle. It really filled his jeans nicely as did the bulge in front.
Mason McKendrick was going to be in my dreams tonight. His piercing blue eyes and dark shaggy hair that he usually kept under an MSU cap was going to haunt me. It was his lips that made me tremble, though. They were full and pouty as if he were always getting ready to say something. I wanted to see how soft they were, but that was not in my future.
He was pretty to look at. Hell, half the team was pretty to look at, but he only had another eight minutes on the field before the game ended. He made the most of it. After a couple more passes, he had the ball close to our endzone. They huddled up, and I laughed as he bent over. I had perfect seats, maybe the best seats we had ever gotten. He bent over in my direction. Chad slapped me on the back.
“He’s ready for you, stud. Look at that ass!” he screamed in a high-pitched voice.
I heard the church ladies behind us tutting to each other. I grinned over at him. “You are a total asshat, you know that?”
“Proud to be of service!” he answered snidely. He was slurring. It was going to be a long night.
