Date: Mon, 28 May 2012 14:56:41 -0700 (PDT)
From: Newark Airport <newarkewr@yahoo.com>
Subject: Senior Year Musical and the Jock

It was my senior year at our small, Catholic high school in rural Ohio.  We
had just finished our 4 night run of the senior musical and I had been the
lead...and one of the few students who was actually interested in musicals.
As a requirement, however, all of the students either had to be in the
musical or assist with props, the set, etc.  This included our state
champion football team members.

Like many theater groups, there was a cast party, for all those involved,
on the last night of the play.  It was "Sarah's" house and almost all of my
classmates showed up.  Being a lightweight around alcohol at that point, I
got blitzed pretty early and found my way into Sarah's room and passed out
on the bed.

I was awakened some time later by the feel of bodies tumbling onto the bed
beside me.  From the whispers beside me, I realized it was Sarah and her
boyfriend, Mike.  She was worried about waking me up, but Mike reassured
her that I was passed out drunk and wouldn't even know what was going on
beside me.  I kept my eyes shut and did my best acting job pretending to be
asleep.

At this point, it's worth mentioning that Mike was the running back on our
championship football team.  6'2'', a solid 225lbs of muscle, and a
handsome face, Mike was equal parts greek god and really nice guy to
everyone.  In 5th grade, I remember Mike and I at basketball camp and
pulling awkwardly at our jockstraps the first day of camp because we had
never worn one before that point.  After a short conversation, we decided
we were just going to wear our normal underwear the rest of the summer.  To
know my jock bud was beside me making out was a lot for this closeted teen
at the time.

Sarah and Mike then got back to making out beside me.  Listening to them
passionately make out, and wishing I was on the receiving end of the
kisses, the alcohol through my system made me a bit more adventurous than I
normally would have been.  While Mike was running his hands all over Sarah,
I moved my hand over in the dark and put my hand on Mike's leg.  Without a
reaction from him, I slowly moved my hand up his thigh and hit the jackpot
when I cupped Mike's hard cock through his jeans.

I have no idea to this day if Mike knew it was me that grabbed him, but my
fantasy of getting below his jeans was cut short as Sarah decided she
wanted to get back to the party.  Mike laid there for a minute, but then
jumped out of bed and headed back out to the party.  After about 15
minutes, I stumbled out with a good buzz and a great memory I carry with me
today.