The Wide Receiver Scores

It was a cool, crisp Friday night in late October. I could feel the wispy autumn breeze over my legs, sneaking in from the open balcony door. A football game played on the TV, but I wasn't particularly interested in watching it. The game was Rice against the University of South Florida. Not exactly a blockbuster.

Besides, as a wide receiver for The Ohio State University, I had my own game to prepare for the next day.

However, I would be lying if I didn't confess that my mind was more focused on the fact that I was missing out on one of the best nights of the year. Halloween weekend was always an endless marathon of sorority girls in their most brazen outfits. And for those of us on the football team, you could practically have your choice.

Yet here I was, at home, abiding by our team's 10 o'clock curfew that was instilled on the nights before game day.

I could hear my roommate Adam getting ready to go out for a night of his own back in his room. I had only known Adam for as long as we'd been living together during that semester, and we hadn't spoken very much. He was a shy gay guy and a relatively small man. Sometimes I worried he was intimidated by me, as I measured out at 6'3" and 210 pounds. Any time we were in the room together, I felt like I towered over him, but I tried my best to make him feel comfortable. In the few times I had tried to talk to him, he was very polite, but the discourse was always brief.

Anyway, he had a couple of girlfriends that he liked to hang out with that I'd seen now and then. Sometimes they'd stop by the apartment and collect Adam on their way to Pilates together, and other times they'd all end up back at our apartment after a night drinking wine. He seemed to be a little more open with them, and I imagined that's who he'd be joining this evening.

Just as the clock was passing over 9 o'clock, I heard a knock at the door. We usually leave the door unlocked, and assuming it was the girls I yelled out from the couch,

"Come in! It's unlocked!"

But instead of the two females coming in, there was no response. Bored of my sit on the couch, I volunteered myself to hop up and get the door.

I swung it open to a face I'd never seen before. There was a slim guy, a couple inches shorter than myself, in nothing but a long red robe and a gold chain. He had an attempt at a mustache, and kind of a smarmy look about him. I know that the Hugh Hefner robe can have that effect on anyone, but still, he had a punch-able face.

"Whoa!" he stepped back, sizing me up and down, "I didn't realize Adam lived with Captain America from Wish." he laughed at his own remark.

"You're here for Adam?" I asked, my mind trying to process the concept that this is the kind of person Adam would spend time with.

"Yeah!" Hugh Hefner from Alibaba replied, "He's one of my bunnies!"

'One of your bunnies?' I asked myself as I heard the door to the hallway behind me close. I turned around to see what I expected to be Adam, and now I was the one in for a surprise.

Adam, shy, quiet Adam, had donned a Playboy bunny outfit, complete with fishnet stockings and one of those little "bowties" that they wear. He'd carefully styled his pixie-cut length hair, and even gone ahead to complete something of a smoky eye look paired with what must have been a plumping lip-gloss.

"Whoa, dude!" I let out, lost for words, "You look...great! What a look."

Adam folded his arms, once again the shy boy I was familiar with, before quietly murmuring, "Thank you."

"Come on Bunny #1!" Hugh called from behind me, "We need to get going! We have to grab the others!"

I stood there silently as Adam went to slip by me. I could see him looking at me out of the corner of his eye as he made his way out the door. As Adam made his way by me, Hugh looked at me again and said,

"No date tonight? That's rough buddy! See ya!" Then, he turned back to Adam and gave him a firm smack on the butt before closing the door.

My brain was stunned by the 30 seconds that had just passed by. I was blown away to see Adam all dolled up like that, but more so, I was kind of annoyed to think he was going to spend time with that douchebag. Don't get me wrong, it's not my place to tell Adam who he should be spending time with, but I'd like to think he could do better than that. From everything I could tell, Adam seemed like a nice dude. I don't really know what gay guys like, but I don't know that anyone particularly wants to be with someone like that.

Maybe it was just a bad first impression. Or maybe it's not even like that. Who knows? I let it go.

A little more than an hour later I had gotten myself ready for bed and was lying down in my room. I scrolled through Instagram on my phone, and I could see the girls were already starting to post pictures from the night. The FOMO (Fear of Missing Out) was real. "Barbie" was clearly a popular outfit this year on account of the new movie, although I didn't remember Margot Robbie wearing anything quite as risqué as a lot of these girls were. As always, some cat girls and some witches, a few 'bad cops' here and there. I had already made the decision for myself that tomorrow night after we won our game, I would make sure to get out there and find something worthwhile for myself.

My scrolling then brought me to a group of girls dressed as playboy bunnies. Clearly, they'd planned their outfits together as they'd all picked a different color, red, blue, green, and yellow. They looked, good, but not great, and I scrolled on by.

But the sight of those girls made me start thinking about Adam and his black bunny costume. In a platonic way, I thought he looked nice. He always spent a lot of time with his skincare routine, and while I had never thought very much of that, it really paid dividends when he added a little make-up to the look. And while I would never be caught dead in a Pilates class, I would be lying if I hadn't noticed his tone butt as he skirted out the door in those heels he'd bought for himself. Credit where credit was due; he'd really pulled it all together to curate a nice look. Certainly a more "put together" appearance than that group of girls from the photo had.

I put my phone down and my mind wandered towards thoughts of our team's gameplan for Iowa the next day. This kind of thinking always had a habit of putting me to sleep, and it had nearly done it again when I heard the door to our apartment open and close with a thud.

Weird, I thought, as I looked at the clock. 10:12. Awfully early to be calling it a night. I was sure it had to be Adam. Maybe he'd just forgotten something.

The door to the hallway that leads to our bedrooms opened, and I could hear the click of his heels go by. It sounded like he stopped in front of the mirror between our bedrooms. I heard a loud sigh. Finger taps on the vanity counter. Another sigh.

Roused awake by the sound of the apartment door, I decided I would poke my head out. I threw on some shorts laying nearby and propped open my door.

Adam was standing in front of the mirror with his back to me, looking at himself. His eye-makeup looked like it had been smudged by the back of a hand, but it was mostly still intact. I could see a pair of small gold hoop earrings dangling from each ear that I hadn't noticed when he left earlier. He looked at me in the mirror, let out a small sniff, and wiped his nose with the back of his hand before his gaze dropped to the sink.

"Hey man," I said softly, "you alright?"

"Yeah," he replied, "thanks. I'm good."

"You sure?" I pressed, "Seems kind of early to be calling it a night. Especially looking like that!" trying to be complimentary, but also lighten the mood.

"Ha. Yeah. Looking like this," Adam looked at himself in the mirror and shook his head, "I don't know what I was thinking with this. It's ridiculous."

"What do you mean?" I asked, shocked at his attitude, "You look great man! Super cute!" the latter comment came out a bit too easily for my comfort, I tried to back-track, "I mean, I'm sure a lot of people would really like your outfit."

Adam looked back at himself and let a small smile creep onto the edge of his lips. His eyes drifted back down to the sink.

"Well, thank you. I tried really hard to put it together. I wasn't too excited to go as a bunny, but I'd always wanted to go out with that guy who was here earlier, Ryan, and he said that's what he wanted to do. I thought he was kidding about going with multiple bunnies, but...he wasn't."

"Oh man," I felt bad for Adam, but also still confused at the idea that he would want to spend time with that Ryan guy, "that sucks Adam. Guys can be awful. And I knew that guy was a douchebag the moment he got here."

"Oh yeah?" Adam turned to face me, "Well, he didn't think much of you either." he gave me a little wink.

"He didn't?" I asked, feigning shock and starting to laugh, "Why's that? Was it because he knew that I knew he was a slimeball?"

Adam laughed, "Maybe!" he exclaimed, as he started to lean in towards me, "He just couldn't stop talking about you. He kept saying, 'Oh big deal, I'm on the football team, so I can be an asshole and everyone likes me'."

"I'm the asshole?!" I replied shocked, but still laughing, "I just opened the door! Has he met himself?"

"I know, I know," Adam shook his head and smiled, "I honestly got so sick of all of his antics that I decided to leave. He was like, 'Oh, just go home to your jock boyfriend, so much for our costume', and I was like, 'You've got 3 other bunnies, you'll be fine'. What a tool!"

I laughed, but I couldn't help but think about that guy calling me Adam's boyfriend. It kind of wigged me out, but that didn't matter. I was really just glad that Adam left that guy behind.

"Anyway," Adam continued, stepping towards me, "I really appreciate you always being cool to me. I know we don't talk a lot, but you seem like a good guy."

"Of course man, any time", I said, still in my momentary daze from the earlier comment.

Adam was standing now just about a foot away from me, looking up at me. As I looked down at him, I could see his crystal clear blue eyes pop from underneath his smoky eyelids. With his back to the mirror, I could see fully see his tone and slender legs under his fishnet stockings. I was suddenly aware that my heart was beating about twice as fast it as it should have been in that moment.

Adam must have felt something similar, because as he opened his mouth to speak, the words trickled out-

"I'm...going to...-"

He was stopped by my hands pawing his waist to bring his hips to mine as I planted my lips on his. I don't know if it was the Halloween FOMO, or the fact that my chest felt like it was on fire, but I couldn't help myself. Adam's body, initially tense, began to melt into my arms. My tongue began to push past his plump lips, and he willingly allowed them to part. We kissed for what was probably 15 seconds, before a voice in the back of my head started to scream at me, "What are you doing?? You're not gay!!"

I pushed Adam away from me and turned my head to think. My brain was right, I wasn't gay. But it was terribly hard to ignore my now hard cock straining against the gym shorts I'd thrown on earlier. Adam breathed softly, his arms still resting on top of mine, his eyes waiting with anticipation to see what would come next.

I turned back to him.

"Adam, I'm not...I'm...sorry" I muttered out sheepishly.

He looked back at me, his eyes searching through mine, and asked,

"What are you sorry for?"

I wasn't sure. I didn't know what I was doing. And that's probably why I was sorry, because I didn't know why I'd wanted to kiss Adam so badly, and I didn't know why I went ahead and did it.

"I guess I'm not sure." I replied, embarrassed.

"Then don't be." He assured, before reaching his arms around my neck to pull my face down to his.

My mind, which a moment before had been flooded with a thousand questions and concerns, went blank as Adam kissed me more passionately than any woman had prior. Fueled by a newfound infatuation, I instinctively collected his body with my arms and picked him up so that he could wrap his legs around me as we kissed. Our tongues dancing with one another, I allowed my hands to come to rest on his ass so that I could feel its tightness. The whole thing felt like some sort of fever dream, but I wasn't ready to wake up.

After a few moments of kissing, I could feel the bump of Adam's cock press against my chest as it had escaped its tucked position in his bunny costume. I had always been someone who got a little something extra out of the knowledge that my partner was enjoying themselves, and Adam's small sign of sexual pleasure had the same impact here. I whipped him around and pressed him against the hallway wall, my mouth burying itself on his exposed neck. His body breathed heavily, and he began to let out soft moans as I sucked on his skin. My own cock was taking my gym shorts to their limit, and I was certain that Adam must have been able to feel it budding up against the underside of his leg.

Adam grabbed my face with both his hands and pushed me away. Part of me wondered if he was going to be mad at me for how hard I'd started to bite his neck, but instead he just looked me in the fact and asked,

"Are we doing this?"

I looked back at him. His eyes filled with electricity, and his lips still plump from the gloss. His body, firm, but light in my arms.

"Fuck it. Absolutely we're doing this."

He began to smile, but I was over the pleasantries. I whisked him off to my room, Adam clinging to my body like a monkey to a branch. When we arrived at my bed, he gracefully accepted my release down onto the mattress, a small smile of disbelief as he laid on his back looking up at me. It was a goofy grin, so I stopped,

"What's up dude?" I asked confused at such an odd look in such an intense moment.

"Nothing," he smiled, looking away, "you're just so hot."

I pounced on him, my cock, still constrained by my shorts, rubbing all over his slim body as we continued to kiss. I reached for the top of his strapless bunny costume and began to slowly peel it off of him. His eyes were closed, and his body seemed to almost squirm with excitement. I'd had a lot of sex in my life, but never had I ever felt so much tension between myself and another person.

With his hard nipples exposed, I began to suck on them as I continued to pull the costume away. Again, despite plenty of sexual experience, I was feeling somewhat like a virgin here. In any event, his breathy moans made me believe I was doing something right.

A final pull of the costume, and his penis sprung free. Fully erect and dripping pre-cum, it was a small but respectable 5 inches long, very proportionate to the rest of his body. I knew that this was probably the point where I should drop down and began to blow him, but there was still a part of me that wasn't ready for that. In an effort to conceal my awkwardness, I instead hopped up and pulled my own cock out from my shorts as I let them fall to the floor.

"Damn," Adam whispered as his eyes grew wide, his mouth slightly ajar. I never was one to brag about the size of my penis, but I knew that at 7 and a half inches, I never received any complaints.

Everything was moving so fast that suddenly I began to feel self-conscious. I had never done this before, and while I didn't want to seem like an idiot, I didn't want to be insensitive either.

"Hey, I um..." I started, "I don't really know how this works."

Adam hopped from his position laying on the bed, moving onto his knees directly beneath my cock.

"This is how it works." He said confidently, before popping the head of my cock into his mouth.

I stood there stunned as I watched this cute guy begin to bob up and down on my cock. With his costume gone, there was no trying to tell myself that this was a woman beneath me, but I didn't care. His lips glided carefully over my shaft while the soft touch of his well-moisturized fingers tenderly touched my balls. This was the most professional blowjob I'd ever received.

My hands begin to sift through his soft brownish blonde hair, and I begin to apply a small amount of pressure to the back of his head. Again, I couldn't help but want to be respectful to Adam, but the small pulses that were building in my cock were making it hard to keep myself under control.

"And now..." Adam continued his comment from earlier as if he hadn't just been inhaling my dick for 10 minutes, "you fuck me. You have some lube right?"

"Uh, yeah, yeah of course!" I stammered out, again surprised by the boldness of this guy who had been nothing but shy since the day we met. Without a second thought, I reached into my desk drawer and grabbed the lube. As I was doing that, Adam re-situated himself on the bed such that his ass was to the ceiling in my full view.

I paused for a moment to admire him. His hairless body, carefully manicured and tailored such that he was the smooth, soft, solid, and round fuck-toy before me. My cock twitched at the very thought of pulling his slim waist onto me. Gay or not, I knew I was very attracted to what I was looking at.

And because of that, it was easy for me to give into the desire to spread his tight cheeks and plunge my tongue into his asshole. My licks basted his hole, in and out, moving all around, while his hips pushed back onto my face and his mouth moaned from the other end of the bed.

Fully committed, I dabbed some of the lube onto my hand and began to pull on his cock while my tongue continued its efforts. I matched the strides of my tongue with my hand's strokes of his penis. I was starting to feel like I might have the hang of this after all.

"Hey," Adam interrupted me with a polite but firm tone, "I really need you to fuck me. Like, now."

I wasn't going to need to have him tell me twice. I pulled myself onto the bed, my knees under me, my cock now fully resting on top of his ass. I gave the bottle of lube one final squeeze, dousing both his tight hole and my cock, before putting the bottle to the side.

I slipped my already throbbing cock down between his cheeks and began to press my hips forward against the resistance of his sphincter. It was going to be a tight fit, such a tight fit that I began to worry about Adam and I stopped.

"No, it's okay," he said, his breath heavy, "it'll go."

I began to push again, this time with a bit more authority, and with a pop, I was inside of him.

"Oh fuuuuuck," he groaned, somewhere between pain and pleasure.

I'd done anal with girls a few times before, and so I assumed I should start slow just as I had with them. I rocked my hips back and forth in a steady and smooth motion, as I listened to Adam find his breath. Even in what I could tell was some discomfort, he kept an arched back as he let me cock stretch him from within. The view was incredible, and it was all I could do not to let myself run wild.

But it wasn't long before it was Adam who began to push the pace, his hips starting to match my motion, and then some. He was deliberate, slowly but surely allowing his ass to devour more and more of my cock. First it was half of it, then a little more than that. Not much after that, he had the full thing inside, until his hips were tapping up against my pelvis with each move back and forth. I was in awe at his ability. No one had ever milked my cock like this before.

Again he paused, this time with my cock fully tucked inside of him, and he looked over his shoulder,

"Come on Daddy. Fuck me!" he chirped at me.

"Alright," I thought to myself, "no more being bashful."

I grabbed his hips in my hands and began to move him back and forth over my cock, my arms now controlling the entirety of the movement. The taps that were once occurring between my pelvis and his ass were replaced with full on claps as I thrust my glutes forward into every pounding of his ass.