Mason
After a shit game like that one, the boys wanted to burn off some steam, and I couldn’t blame them. Hawkins especially was wound up. It’s not often that a freshman comes in as the starting quarterback for a college team, but this wasn’t a normal situation. Hell, maybe it was, I don’t know, don’t really care.
I came to college on top of the world. I was a star back home in my little town. Everybody expected great things from me when I graduated. I accepted the scholarship to Moray State with a full ride and was the second-string Quarterback my freshman year. I was excited, that usually meant I would move up, and this should have been my year. But the kid with the golden arm, Hawkins, came. He can throw that I’ll give him, but he wasn’t ready to lead the team. He was a lot like me. A big fish in a very small pond, and when you’re thrown into a large lake with a bunch of other big fish, well, you discover you’re just like everybody else. There’s nothing special about you at all.
It’s humbling.
College was a wake-up call for me. I was no longer the best person on the team, and I struggled with the classes. Somehow, I slid by, and as long as I didn’t fail anything, my scholarship was safe.
The coach asked me to look after and mentor, Hawkins. In a year or two, he would be better than I ever was. He had all the makings of a good leader, and with a little guidance, he might even have a chance to go pro. Probably not… But more of a chance than I ever stood.
My pride got hurt at first. But after a couple weeks, the kid grew on me. Sure, he got the position because of who his mother was, but I stopped holding it against him. It wasn’t his fault, and he realized quickly he was in over his head. He’s become something of a little brother to me, even if he is a little too much to handle sometimes. He is a total hot-head and has started partying a little too hard between games.
We’re working on it.
One of the boys heard about the Omega party, and we decided to crash it. That’s one of the perks of being a jock at this college. Our football and baseball teams are lauded in this town like we are stars. The basketball team even more so, they actually make it to the big tournaments, something the football team hasn’t accomplished in quite some time. Kentucky loves its sports, and us players reap the rewards.
In two years, that will all change. I have no idea what the fuck I’m gonna do with my life when I graduate. I’m getting a degree in physical education. What the hell do I do with that? Coach a high school team? I guess that’s a possibility.
I need to figure this out eventually, but I have a couple more years to decide. I’ve never been one to worry about this shit. What will happen will happen. I really don’t worry much about it, to be honest. I’m much more interested in the here and now.
We descend on the party like a herd of elephants. We didn’t all come, of course, but there are still about twenty massive men all trying to walk through the door. The Omegas all clap as we start to enter and pat us on the back. The frats have always been good supporters of the athletic program. We have an open invite to any of the parties, and the Omega’s always throw a big one. People fill the house and, during nice weather, spill out into the large backyard and patio. Tonight is one of those nights.
I catch the eye of a boy in the back. He seems a little star-struck by our entrance. He must be a fan. He’s tall and lean and quite handsome. I notice these things.
I noticed them a lot more when I came to college. In high school, I had to beat the girls off with a stick. I always dated a cheerleader and looked like I was having the time of my life. Well, I guess I was, in most ways. But I never found a girl that made me fall in love. I noticed the boys. I mean, I showered with most of them in gym class and after games. I noticed, but I tried really hard not to.
Then I came here. Moray is extremely liberal, unlike my small town further to the east. Here, I felt more like myself than I ever had before, and that meant I noticed the boys. I tried to date a girl my freshman year, but after a couple months, I realized that wasn’t what I wanted. The problem was, I didn’t really know how to get what I wanted.
Yeah, I was still in the closet, as my friend Gwen liked to joke with me. She had a ton of gay friends on campus, but she had kept my secret, as I had asked her. I wasn’t quite ready yet. I needed a reason.
Also, being a jock… Well, there weren’t any gay guys on the football team that I knew about. I had always had my suspicions about our kicker, Doughty, but that’s all they were, and I was definitely not interested in him.
I would figure all that out in time. I was just getting horny as hell while I did. If I masturbated anymore, I would probably go blind.
We made our way towards the keg, and the twins were already there handing out cups to the boys. The twins were linebackers and seniors. They were two massive goofs that always had a smile on their face and a joke on their lips. They were the true heart of the team, and everyone on campus loved them. One of them, Elder, was getting a degree in art, and the other, Elliot, was a music major. I think he played trumpet or some shit.
They were Instagram stars, too. They were gorgeous and had a huge following. RedSquared was their handle, and they were already making quite a bit of money. They were total Insta-whores. The only thing they hadn’t shown on the Gram was their cocks. Sadly, that was what would have made them the most money. I was still in awe of how big they were, everywhere. They were also the only guys we referred to by their first name since there were two of them. It would get confusing calling out Collins for them. It was a jock thing.
Maybe that could be my new career when all of this was done. How do you become a social media whore?
I took the cup, and Elder slapped me hard on the back. “Nice job tonight, bro! You really kicked some ass out there.” He wrapped his arm around me and whispered into my ear. “It should be you, man. You’ve earned it. If he keeps this shit up, it isn’t gonna matter who his momma is, you hear me?”
I grinned sheepishly. It was nice to hear, and even though I wasn’t starting, I was still the person most of the other guys looked to. They were more pissed for me than I was. I was glad they were treating Hawkins, alright, though. He was out there doing his best, and they knew it. The boys on the team were a bunch of good guys, even if they were a little Neanderthal at times.
“A beer for you, McKendrick,” Elliot smiled broadly as he took the cup from my hand and pumped the beer from the keg into it. He handed it back and grabbed the cup out of Texas’ hand. His name was actually Austin Michaels, and he was from Tennessee, but for some ungodly reason, the team has always called him Texas. He’s a handful. Nice enough guy, but he has a huge chip on his shoulder and takes everything way too seriously. Honestly, he is one of my least favorite team members, but we get along well enough. I just think of him as an asshole most of the time.
“Texas, here you go,” Elliot handed Texas his beer. “Yo! Hawkins! Give me your fucking cup, freshman!” Elliot shot him a glance, and Elder slapped him on the back of the head.
“Get your shit together, boy,” Elder ordered as he took the cup out of his hand and handed it to his twin.
“I don’t really drink,” Hawkins said sheepishly, looking anywhere but at the senior twins whose judgment he didn’t want to get in front of.
“You do tonight, son!” Elliot guffawed, pumping the beer into his red cup with a grin.
Hawkins reached out and took the beer from Elliot’s huge paw. He slapped him on the back and started pumping the keg for a few of the other guys who were not so patiently waiting. After a game, we all need to blow off some steam. Especially when you lose. We’ve had to blow off a lot of steam lately.
“Damn! Look at those boobs over there,” Texas said slowly, in awe of the girl’s ability to stuff them into such a small top. They were threatening to pop out with every movement, and she was dancing, so the odds were in Texas’ favor.
