On the Prowl: Darren wants Brad
Updated: May 7, 2025
"Hey, yo, Justin, wait up!" I turned to see Darren, one of my teammates, running toward me as we made our way off the practice field. We were both tired and sweaty from a grueling workout, and I was ready to hit the showers and head back to the dorm. I stood still momentarily as he closed the distance between us. Darren was a muscular black dude, a big, menacing, cut offensive lineman, who was destined for the pros. I was good, but I was no where near as good as Darren. He stood a couple of inches taller than me, and was one of the few guys on the team that was more muscular than me. I always intimidated the guys I fucked with my size, but next to Darren, I was just average. He was an imposing dude. Thankfully, we had bonded our freshman year when I caught him fucking a member of the swim team in the locker room one day. I had forgotten my phone in my locker, and went back to get it. I heard the sound of flesh slapping against flesh from the shower room, and peaked in to see what was up. He saw me watching (the twink he was fucking didn't see me) and later came to my room to discuss. I told him then that I enjoyed fucking boy ass too, and we became friends. We even tag teamed another dude one time that year.
