The amateur who went pro [FM]

I don’t even believe this story. This is the closest I came to a celebrity hookup, even though he was barely a celebrity and we barely hooked up.

I was friends with a few people on my football team when I was in college and wound up at a couple of their parties. It was fun because I always looked very, very tiny in pictures.

One night my roommate and I went to one of these after a big game and everyone got fucking lit. I’ve never seen energy like.

I was in the kitchen when a random dude comes in and asks if I want to take shots. I shrug and pour us one and we start talking. I did notice a few people buzzing around, but I didn’t think much of it I ask his name and he laughs because he legitimately thinks I’m joking. When I stare at him blankly he’s like, “Oh, my bad.”

As it turns out he was one of our better players. He ended up going pro for a while. I’m just an idiot.

“Oh shit, I did not realize you were so… tall.”

He was literally close to seven feet. I’m average height but he towered over me and he was fucking huge.

We got to talking and he was about as cocky as you would imagine. TBF, he was campus royalty but he kind of annoyed me. Plus, if I’m being honest, women were falling over him. I’m cute and all, but I wasn’t in the mood to compete and assumed he wasn’t feeling it so I tried to walk away. He stopped me and said we should “find a place to talk.”

*Was a a star struck teenager who wanted to hookup with our school’s hero? Yes. I’m only human, damn it.*

What’s crazier is he just opened a door to a room where two people were hooking up and was just like, “Can we hang out in here?” They immediately left and told him they were fans.

I just stared at him with my mouth open. “Do people always do that?”

He shrugged. “To be honest, usually.”

“How tall are you?”

“Tall.”

“You know I can just Google your height, right?”

He smiled and made me guess. I think I said 6’5 and was still off.

“I’m really nervous,” I finally blurted out. “I’m so sorry.”

“It’s cool.”

“Does this happen every time you’re with someone?”

He just smiled and gave a nod. “I never really know how to respond.”

“What’s the weirdest thing anyone has ever said to you when hooking up?”

“I had a girl ask if I could autograph something for her boyfriend.”

“Holy shit. Did you do it?”

“I mean, I figured it was the least I could do.”

“I don’t think we can have sex btw. I don’t usually hook up like this.”

“How do you usually hook up?”

“I don’t know. Not randomly.”

“I really don’t mind.”

*Of course he didn’t. He could walk into the next room, point at a girl, and go home with her.*

“What’s it like being able to have sex whenever you want? Is it weird?”

He started laughing. “It’s pretty fucking awesome actually. I’ve just never had anyone ask me straight up like that.”

“Does it make you better or worse at sex?”

“There’s a way to find out, you know?”

“I can’t fuck you.”

“Ok.”

“We can make out. I’ll also consider giving you a handjob but you should know I’m notoriously bad at them.”

“You’re kind of a weird girl, aren’t you?”

“You have no idea. I’m also questioning the logistics of this.”

“What do you mean?”

“You’re over two feet taller than me. Like… How would this work physically? How does it usually go?”

He smiled and swooped me up so my legs were wrapped around him and then pressed me against the wall and very quickly put his tongue in my mouth.

*Oh shit! This is how it works.*

We made out against the wall like that for a while and then he moved us to the bed without putting me down.

“It’s hot you can carry me like this,” I tell him.

He gives me a look and starts laughing. “What do you think I do all day?”

“Do you play sports or something?”

“Yeah, football. Some folks even say I’m decent.”

I shrugged. “Really? That’s cute. Maybe I’ll come watch you play.”

We start making out again, and he is indeed good at sex. We don’t even have to fuck for me to tell. We just dry hump, but he has moves. He controls my thighs with one hand and starts playing with my hair.

Things are actually going pretty well until he takes his shirt off and my jaw drops. First off, because he’s ripped but also because this dude looks like he just got into a car wreck.

“Holy shit! Is it always like this?”

“The bruises?”

“Yeah!”

He laughs. “Yeah, occupational hazard.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

He DIES laughing at that. “Do you know how many times I got hit today? You’re good.”

He takes my shirt off and moves a hand under my bra to play with me. Man, my chest is decent sized, but his hands are so big I can no longer say I’m a complete handful. I go to suck on one of his fingers and that’s when I realize his fingers are definitely being wasted in my mouth.

“Holy fuck, your fingers are huge,” I blurt out awkwardly.

“You keep acting surprised.”

“I’m just impressed. You can probably get women off just with your hands alone, right?”

He raised his eyebrows and we both smile. He holds up his fingers. “Want me to start with one or two?”

“Two. It’s ok if it hurts.”

Believe me when I say I have fucked men with smaller dicks than two of this guy’s fingers. He went up my skirt and tore my underwear off, and I was seriously questioning if he was going to fit.

He has to spread my legs wide and push a few times before he could fit. I cry out because it actually is painful, but I’m also just fascinated by the physical makeup of this man.

*And yes, I am asking myself the same question you are all asking right now.*

He keeps pushing his fingers in and out as I moan beneath him. “Can you handle a third?” He asks.

“I don’t know, but let’s try.”

Fuck, it was painful, but also really hot. He fucks me so hard with his hand I’m close to tears and almost don’t even notice I’m close to orgasm because it hurts so much. He uses his other hand to take my bra off completely and puts one of my breasts in my mouth as he keeps going.

“You can bite down harder,” I say. And he does until I let out a yelp and scratch his back.

*I mean, what’s one more scratch?*

When I finally come around him I let out a whimper and hold him towards me as he fingers me through climax. I let out a final moan until he collapses beside me.

Weirdly enough, he immediately closes his eyes and just let out a long breath.

“Are you ok?”

“Yeah, I’m just exhausted. Want to just to just sleep here?”

“Do you even know whose bed this is?”

“I doubt they’ll mind.”

*Of course not. His world was very different than mine. Someone’s claim to fame right now is that this dude slept in his bed once.*

“I can get you off,” I offer. I was actually feeling this now

“I honestly don’t know if I even could get off,” he mumbles. He pulls me towards him though and I am fucking fascinated by the fact that this man likes to cuddle.

As I’m lying there I can’t help thinking that this is the most bizarre and coolest thing that’s ever happened to me that absolutely no one will believe. I’m not even sure my best friends believe me to this day.

No, he did not get my number and we said quick goodbyes the next morning and never hung out again.

I remember when he got drafted. My dad was like, “Viola, did you ever meet him on campus?”

“Once. He told me I was weird.”

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/tykvi2/the_amateur_who_went_pro_fm