Third person account of how "Jarrett" was making "changes," leaving college football to join the pros, and bottom for Pratt, his lover/mentor. Jarrett was good as gone to the pros. He and Pratt were on the couch at Pratt's place, both shirtless as Jarrett was laying cross Pratt's lap as they discussed this.
"Bro. Two damn good seasons. A third that was spectacular, not to mention degree already in hand," he told Pratt. "I absolutely have nothing else to prove except that I can make it in the league, at this point.
There was that arrogance again Pratt said to himself, the same arrogance Jarrett backed up from the first time he was given the opportunity. Pratt knew Jarrett spit surefire words, as the successes included the small things such as never once fumbling, and barely getting any negative rushes in any contest. Small injuries happened and still couldn't hamper his success, with his production remaining steady, if not increasing in other facets of the game. Pratt witnessed it first hand as he was a graduate assistant coach leading the linebackers that would practice against this ball of muscle regularly. He hadn't heard his good friend even discuss professional potential until this particular moment.
"So what does this mean for us," Pratt asked.
"Huh," Jarrett said with Pratt rubbing his back.
The athletic duo were "seeing each other" discreetly since that fateful night in Vegas almost two years prior. They had a regular ritual of getting together at each other's apartment on late nights, or going out of their way to book hotels far from campus in order to get intimate. Pratt became attached, and though he encouraged Jarrett's success, he wondered if the two of them could continue doing what they did.
"Dude, I get drafted, nothing changes between us," Jarrett told him. "I mean, I may get somewhere I don't wanna go, like to New York, Vegas, or Arizona. But we have to try and make it work."
Pratt wondered exactly "what they were doing," as they would meet behind closed doors butt naked, kissing, and stroking each other until they were "satisfied" before cuddling. Pratt, now at six foot three, 280 lbs. with a paunch, had other thoughts on his mind as he wanted to take things sexually "to the next level." "I want to fuck you," he told Jarrett.
"Dude, I'm not ready," he said to Pratt.
Jarrett would sit up, and move down from him on the couch where they laid to explain.
"First off, not my thing, two, you're too big, and I don't want my ass torn in half," he added.
Jarrett's rant only caused laughter from Pratt as he had no intention of hurting Jarrett.
"I think you'll like it," Pratt told him.
"I just can't do it bro," Jarrett said.
"You'll like it," Pratt advised, as he grabbed Jarrett's right hand. "Give me a chance, man."
These masculine duo endured a cloud of lust, but admiration for each other to where Pratt felt like
Pratt felt he had a chance as Jarrett didn't heartily say no. Their eyes were locked, and Pratt would pull Jarrett's right hand to his lips while urging Jarrett to think about it. They wouldn't engage in any stroking on this evening as the next morning they chose to get up early to workout. They went to bed, then the two would wake to grind it out with weights before Jarrett expressed to his intention to leave college early to coaches via text, and to social media afterwards.
"I want to thank God, my family, the university, for all that's been earned and given in these three years, for I feel I have nothing more to accomplish in this chapter of my life," he said in his social media statement.
Seemed like the world went upside down from fans, haters and the media creating such a buzz.
Media was on and off campus for the star, overshadowing the other top tier players returning. The team was slated as a frontrunner for the national title, but the most noise was about the beast running back who proved his worth from day one. Jarrett was done with school, as he successfully earned all credits towards May graduation, and no longer set foot in campus buildings besides the football facilities where he would exercise. The school hosted pro scouts to observe and interview, and he dazzled each time before dominated the subsequent combine, all with Pratt watching in the shadows.
The draft would come, as the two of them, along with some of Jarrett's family members, flew to Green Bay to attend the festivities, and hear Jarrett's name called as the 10th pick (second running back).
"Down to the desert, baby" Pratt told him, as he was notified he would be drafted by the Arizona Cardinals.
The pandemonium came to its peak as Jarrett long proved worthy of this moment, with Pratt being the first one he'd hug in front of a enormous television audience.
"You made it. You made it happen, babe," Pratt said in his ear while Jarrett sobbed, and before Jarrett would hug the rest of his entourage in attendance.
Phone calls were made between team personnel and Jarrett's camp, with the team urging him to get some rest, and they'd speak with him in the subsequent days. Jarrett however wanted to celebrate, and would take his entourage to a local chophouse dubbed "Republic" to dine in style, Pratt included as he was sitting in the shadows, taking it all in. 20 or so people with Texas drawl, from Jarrett's mother, down to his little cousins, were all jubilant of the moment, and Pratt would see that same gleaming smile Jarrett expressed whenever he scored, or made a big play. After the dinner, the group would retreat to local hotels, with Pratt and a couple of teammates taking Jarrett on a detour for one last "night on the town," before he officially became a professional.
"Goodbye college ball. Hello Hollywood," said Pratt as he drove the group.
They partied at a local club, and even received V.I.P. treatment based off face recognition. They were treated like celebrities, and they acted accordingly by teasing women with their non-local auras, and big muscles. Jarrett and Pratt reeked of women's perfume as they would grind and hug on all the females. Three hours later, the quartet would head back to their hotels, with Jarrett and Pruitt in the same building, same floor, with rooms across from one another.
"Thank you for pushing me the way you did," Jarrett texted Pratt.. "I wouldn't be where I am without you, bro I love you."
Pratt was down to his undershirt his boxers, beaming as he downed a small glass of scotch.
"Kid, you earned every rep, every yard, I'm just glad to be along for the ride," he messaged back.
"Its all on you."
"No, its all on you," Pratt told him before taking a swig.
The next moment would change things between them, with Jarrett unordinarily sending a photo of himself in the nude, positioned on his knees.
"You trying to tell me something," Pratt asked.
"Pratt bro, come and get it. Come and do me, please," texted Jarrett.
Jarrett would send another flick with his ass cheeks spread, under a caption stating "The Ride Ain't Over."
"Bro, don't fuck around," Pratt told him as his cock was rock hard. "Don't do this if you ain't serious."
"Bro, I'm more than serious. Come get this pussy," Jarrett told him.
Pratt laughed, as he figured Jarrett was still drunk. Pratt took a deep breath, and searched for a reason not to knock on Jarrett's door. He would pour another drink, and gulped it expeditiously before putting on jogging pants. He got up and cracked his door open to see if anyone else was peep he and Jarrett. He looked over to see Jarrett's door was ajar, then quickly stepped over to the room and pushed it open, with Jarrett standing naked just a few feet away.
"You sure," Pratt asked.
"You keep asking me, and I'll change my mind," Jarrett told him before hopping in Pratt's arms.
Pratt gripped Jarrett's muscular peach while the two of them kissed, with Pratt's stiff cock pushing through the jogging pants from his excitement. Pratt carried him over to the king sized bed, and would lay him down gently at the foot before undressing him.
"I'm ready," Jarrett said as he spread his legs wife, then pointed his feet to the ceiling, waiting for what was next.
Pratt could only grin as he was happy Jarrett finally gave in, but he also had sinister thoughts as he knew he would open his buddy's flower. He looked up at a smiling Jarrett, then laid his tongue flat against Jarrett's untapped rosebud, and closed his eyes in order to focus. Pratt was pleasantly surprised at how sweet his buddy tasted, a natural savor, almost as if Jarrett was embedded with some fruit internally.
"Feel good," Pratt asked.
Jarrett couldn't stop moaning, or squirming as he felt his ass being licked for the first time. Pratt's tongue was like a wand, and Jarrett's hole was the violin as sweet music was being performed to explain it best. Pratt went deeper and Jarrett found himself begging for more.
"More what," Pratt asked as he stopped and pushed his right middle finger inside.
Pratt was surgical with the tongue, letting it tap around Jarrett's tight slit to prepare for what was next, as the finger was the preview. Pratt wiggled the finger side to side as Jarrett gripped the mattress, and "wet the bed," his man cunt ejecting "cum" from Pratt finding that special spot.
"Look at how wet you are. Just popping all over my finger," Pratt said.
Pratt fingered Jarrett to the extreme of Jarrett riding his appendage, literally sliding back and forth on the bed for his enjoyment.
"You gonna ride the cock, too," Pratt asked.
"Oh, I'm ready for it, bro," Jarrett said as he felt the need to get fucked.
Jarrett's reservations subsided after Pratt fiddled with his prostate.
"I want your cock," Jarrett told him.
"You want it," Pratt asked before he would "motorboat" Jarrett's hole. The buff bear would stand up tall to show off that dangling, white meat before he climbed on the bed. He kneeled by Jarrett's face, and Jarrett turned his body to the left to suck some cock after Pratt placed a pillow behind his head.
"That's a good boy," said Pratt as his boy was officially turned out.
Jarrett, the soon-to-be multi millionaire got his indoctrination to "bottomhood," as his muscular frame was merely a sculpted playground for Pratt, or perhaps any other superior sized top. Pratt used his big, strong hands to reach over and rub on Jarrett's chiseled bottom. Pratt's deep groans motivated his buddy to suck harder, faster and take it down his throat, with Jarrett not once gagging.
"Guess you're trying to make me cum early," Pratt joked before he pulled away.
Pratt climbed off the bed to grab lubricant from his pants pocket, while Jarrett was positioning himself. Jarrett scooted to the foot of the bed, and put his knees on the floor, and his upper body flat on the mattress prior to spreading his cheeks.
"Snatch is ready to be plugged," said Pratt as he stroked his fat cock while looking at Jarrett's hole. "Hope you ready for it."
Pratt was somewhat feeling sorry that his buddy's innocent, pretty little rosebud was about to be opened. Jarrett was giggling nervously while he expanded his cheeks wide as he could, trying his best not to anticipate the poke.
"You'll probably cut me open," he joked.
"Nonsense. Just a little stretching," Pruitt said to him.
Pruitt held the base of his cock in his right hand, just rubbing the tip back and forth against each ass cheek while Jarrett couldn't stop talking.
"I get drafted and fucked on the same night," he quipped.
"Ohhhhh. Ufffffffffffffff. Fuckkkkk, you're huge!"
Those were the only words Jarrett could utter only as Pratt popped his cherry.
"No. Slow down, too much. Ohhhhhh brooooooooooo," Jarrett wailed before he buried his head into the mattress and screamed, feeling Pratt's thick missile land in his tunnel.
Pratt would grab his cheeks, and pull the future professional to him to allow for his cock to fill him properly. Jarrett's hard breathing and sounds of struggle further turned Pratt on, as Pratt had his thick hips resting against Jarrett's.
"Don't run from it," Pratt whispered before he grabbed Jarrett's hands to pull them from behind.
Pratt rotated his body in a circular motion to allow his hips to guide that cock, allowing it to roll around inside the bottom. He kept that same movement for maybe five minutes in order to get Jarrett used to the cock, and Jarrett didn't seem to mind as he begged to be fucked.
"That feel good, huh," Pratt asked, then he pulled out, and pushed back in slowly to begin the barrage of taps. "Hold that ass open for me, baby."
Jarrett winced and his pink hole visibly hugged on Pratt's cock. Pratt was probinh him good enough to where he hit Jarrett's spot once more.
"Ahhhhhhh," Jarrett cried.
Pratt kept pushing in and out, swiveling his hips and churning that dick deep. He ended up causing him to anally ejaculate.
"Oh shiiiiiittttttttttt," Jarrett screamed with each thrust that made his hole "pop."
Pratt was excited as he was able to cause his buddy to cum, internally.
"There ya go right there," said Pratt as he sped things up, still pulling those arms to make his buddy helpless.
He started pounding his hips against Jarrett as now Jarrett accepted his present, enjoying his hole being throttled by his "big brother." All the time they spent together was summarized to this point, for Jarrett was on his way to being the university's latest pro sensation. He was also exploring a side of him he didn't know he qualified for, and that was "bottom bitch" which could be beneficial down the road with other football players.
"This is my ass," Pratt said as he pummeled harder.
Jarrett confirmed by mirroring the sentiment as he moaned louder.
"Better than pussy," Pratt added, and right then he raised his right leg to place it on Jarrett's upper back, in order to lunge deeper.
L "Oh, that's too much, that's too much, broooooooooooo," Jarrett screamed.
Pratt instinctively pulled out short of breeding him after the dream cloriar
"Turn your ass around," he said as he stood up to stroke his cock in front of Jarrett, with Jarrett's mouth open wide, and tongue out for Pruitt to grab the back of his head to pull towards him, and bless his esophagus with a huge load.
Jarrett finished him off by placing his lips on that cock once more, for this would be the final time they'd be together. This played into Pruitt's hands, for he genuinely loved his one time nemesis, but knew their paths would alter to different directions, with Jarrett's going a much longer distance. He just wanted to extend how he felt about him, and it worked, perhaps too much as Jarrett, who would later get married to a woman and have two children, still longed to be fucked by bigger, muscular men. He'd have seldom trysts as he became a larger than life figure, but he never forgot the one who introduced him to the "dark side" of sex, a side he could never relinquish, even if he wanted to.