"Jarrett talks a lot of shit," Harvey said to me.
"But yeah, he can back it up," I told him as we spoke of our star running back.
From his junior year of high school he received press as a top tier running back, barreling through linebackers or torching some speedy defensive back if he wasn't giving a harsh stiff arm. The kid from Texas was doing the same his senior year, and committed to us during the season and was on campus just in time for our spring session months later. I didn't like the bravado of the blonde haired ball of muscle, a six foot one, 230 lb. anomaly that was already hailed as NFL ready, and j got my licks on him a few times during practice as he claimed he would do the same to us as he did in high school. In the spring he was humbled, but managed to do well enough for mention of higher level placement on the depth chart for the running backs as what you call a "true freshman." Summer would come and he'd step his game up as he gave fits during practice, and ultimately earned his way to substantial playing time when the fall started.
"Give a rookie a chance," he said after the bowl game in January, with us capping off the season with our 10th victory out of 13 contests, and him churning out at least 200 yards and three touchdowns.
He was on his way, and so was our friendship despite me being a backup, not getting nearly the same press as him due to his prowess on the field.
"Pratt, bro, I can tell you, the reason you and I gelled so quickly had nothing to do with you humbling me during spring practice," he said. "You just drove me to be better, and helped me up when I was down."
Deep down I guess I liked the kid, for I was a junior during his freshman season who didn't come in with the same fracas, but we had our work ethic in common and loved the game tremendously, and that would meld us together.
"I've got mouths to feed and things to do," he told me during the off-season as we became workout buddies, hitting the gym and the field constantly to get better.
We also valued education as truth be told, major colleges like ours would "push" a player if he couldn't get it done in the classroom, but it was opposite with us for I was chasing a mechanical engineering degree, and he was after a degree in finance as we both were math junkies, and legit harbored 3.7 grade point averages despite the demands of football. It'd gotten to the point we were like glue, as you might've saw me on campus, then you saw him, and even during the holidays or breaks we might alternate home trips together as I brought him up north to Chicago, and he'd take me to his small town in Texas to meet his folks. The next season would come the press was on him the same as the pressure, as he was deemed one of the best players in all of college football on a team that slated as top 10.
"I get us 1,500 yards, and I guarantee we win conference and make playoffs," he told a camera during a press session the night before the first game.
He showed we all were well on our way as we throttled a unnamed top tier program from the west coast in Las Vegas 44 to 13, with him scoring 24 of those points in the first two quarters off 200 plus yards, all in front of a national audience. After the game, which happened on a Friday, he, myself and a few of the running backs and linebackers all lined up to hang on the strip, and even hit some clubs as we were given a 2 a.m. curfew despite an 8 a.m. wake up call.
"You worked hard all summer and executed much better than anticipated, and well, we don't come to Vegas often," coach told us after the game.
There would be absolutely no incidents as the team dispersed into Sin City. We were treated like celebrities as the women seemed "giving," and patrons in general showed us love as they seemed to recognize us somehow from television. 1 a.m. hit and we all hopped Ubers back to our hotel just to play it safe, with most of the guys just so happening go arrive at the same time, and waltz to their rooms. I'd hang with Jarrett in the lobby for a bit as we talked, speaking of everything we saw during and after the game, from playing in Allegiant Stadium to dancing in the crowded "La Jolla" bar.
"I could get used to Vegas," he said as he was slightly buzzed.
Jarrett, the usually focus, serious faced youngster let his hair down as he explained how much he loved the city. I did, too, but I'd visited a few times to where I wasn't as impressed as him, and let him know.
"You can't tell me if we went to school here, you wouldn't get hooked," he said.
We debated until I looked at my phone and realized it was after 3 a.m.
"The one thing I do know, is that we better make the wake up call and nine o'clock meet up here," I said to him.
We'd slap five and hug before climbing the elevator as we were the last two remaining downstairs outside of the coaches. His room was next to mine, as he shared with another running back, and I with a funky footed offensive lineman.
"Wake me up," I told him as I didn't want to be late.
The lineman was snoring as he long returned back to the room and funked things up, and I would jump in the shower, then ensure all my things were packed and ready when it was time to depart.
"Yo, big Dan in your room right now," Jarrett texted.
"Yes, him and his odor," I texted back.
"Well Hartman left a note saying he's spending the night with two girls on the sixth floor, and that the coaches know about it," Jarrett responded. "Come crash here in his bed bro, so you don't have to deal with that funk."
I put on some slippers and brought all my things next door, then laid in the bed closest to the door while Jarrett was playing on his phone, while lounging in his Calvin Klein underwear.
"Damn dude," I said to him.
He gave me a look and I nodded to his package.
"Bro, stop looking at my junk," he said to me.
I giggled and would slip off my shirt as I was warm. I would turn my back as he showed no signs of going to sleep, and I needed my rest, but couldn't quite wind down. I'd turn towards him with my eyes squinted, seeing "something moving" in his underwear.
"The fuck you doing rookie," I asked him.
"Me," he said with a sly grin.
He stroked it harder and would let it fall out as Jarrett, the 19 year old sophomore had one massive cock. He'd stop briefly only to pull down his garment, then lay on his back completely as he willingly jerked off in front of me. I was a bit confused, not knowing what to do as he was bold in getting himself off in front of me. I caught myself thoroughly watching as his strong right hand caressed it from tip to base, giving a squishy sound as he went up and down. I saw the look on his face as his eyes were closed, and he was looking gratified as he continued to fondle.
"I wish I had some pussy right now," I heard him say as somehow I became turned on by the show.
I'd pull down my boxers and began stroking myself as he sped up the pace, and curled his lips while breathing heavy as he seemed to be getting closer. Jarrett in a sense was my "better half," a guy I shared secrets with and hung out with so much that we were practically a couple.
"Fuck bro," was his constant verbal reaction as he stroked faster, his eyes crossing and his face becoming tighter as he seemed to approach a climax.
It was as if I "left my body" when I decided on impulse to climb off my bed to his, and I'd place my hand at the base of his cock to stroke him even harder and faster.
"Pratt. Man, Pratt, fuck!"
We kissed as he hummed, then screamed, and I'd feel his cum shooting on my arm repeatedly in a furious climax. When he finished his body shivered, and I stopped kissing him and let go of his cock as he was going through pleasure after shock.
"Damn bro," I said as I was honestly impressed by the amount of sperm on my arm.
"Hey man, I was horny as hell," he said as he laughed.
This was something of course we kept between us, as we looked at each other and I started kissing him.
"Gotta get some sleep," he told me.
We'd slumber briefly until the eight o'clock knock by the coaches, with him taking a shower first, and me after as we played along as if nothing happened between us. We got dressed, went to the lobby for breakfast, then boarded our buses for the airport and flew back to school to pretend as if it was another day after a win.
This wouldn't be the last time for us to get "tangled up."