Big Forehead Football Player Novels & Stories

“I have nowhere to go. Tell me, what is the reason you’re letting that perfectly good coffee grow cold?” His dark eyes looked kind, and he lifted a heavy brown brow as he sipped his steaming cup of Joe. I noticed his t-shirt was a 2020 LSU football shirt, which promoted me to believe he was at least a sophomore. He was shaped like a football player, with bulging forearms and a nice southern tan. When he smiled the cleft in his chin was more prominent. What I could see of his hair was dark, maybe short on the side and longer on top.

His eyes were a chocolate brown that made me melt when he'd look at me a certain way. He was about five foot nine inches, a good eight inches taller than me. He wasn't the tallest, but he made up for it with the muscles. He worked out non stop and had the biggest biceps I had ever seen. He was a linebacker in our school's football team, so he had to be strong. He stood up and straightened his baby blue polo shirt. He rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Don't start your crying bullsh*t, Kelly."

I knew it was him because his surname was written across the back of his jersey. You know, I'd never realized how big football players actually were. They weren't just tall. They looked solid. Broad shoulders. Thick arms. Pads making them seem even larger. They moved across the field with surprising speed wearing so much equipment. And somehow. He stood out anyway. "Oh my God." "What?" Maya asked. "They're all enormous, do their coaches grow them in a lab?" I laughed. "Serena." "I'm just asking questions." Maya adjusted her glasses.

Maya's P.O.V "Does everyone know which role they're playing?" Gabe asked. He was also part of the football team, playing as the left tackle. His job was to protect the quarterback's blindside, which was Ethan, to prevent him from getting tackled. Being almost 6'5" tall, everyone referred to him as the mountain. His hair was an unusual mix between a light brown and dirty blonde, slightly ruffled, but he didn't look like he cared. Gabe was reasonably quiet compared to the rest of the team, always did his own thing and minded his own business. He was one of the bearable ones.

"It's been what, three years? Since your wedding, right?" A passing nurse almost tripped over his tray seeing the handsome young football star smile. Josh, as always, was completely oblivious. At 6’4” with blond hair, green eyes, and cheekbones that could make a nun swoon, he has been named “Most Eligible Bachelor in NFL” for the last five years. He was handsome in an almost pretty way, hot enough to be a leading man in Hollywood if he wanted. Even now, dressed casually in baggy sweats with his arm in a sling he was drawing more than a little attention.

I had to raise my drink to him in return. “Ah, American, aye?” “And you’re a Scot, aye?” The bartender laughed. “That sounds terrible.” “Sorry, it didn’t sound right to imitate your accent, but that’s pretty calling.” “Aye. Our football players. Soccer.” “I see. So they’re kinda a big deal around here.” “Aye. Pretty big like Stephen Curry for basketball or Aaron Donald in your NFL. And I just got their autographs and a selfie.” “Wow! So, they’re really a big deal.”

A masterclass in conversation. One corner of his mouth lifted. “Maya.” I blinked. “You know my name?” That grin widened slightly. “Should I not?” I opened my mouth. Closed it. Opened it again. “Most football players don’t know my name.” Something flickered across his face. Amusement. Maybe curiosity. “Then those football players are idiots.” For the first time all night, I didn’t know what to say. And somehow that felt more dangerous than any cheesy pickup line. Beside me, Bree was practically vibrating with excitement.

Brent the Linebacker, and he has a very big problem in his jeans that will have to be addressed before he can have his picture taken. Ms. Franchella is ready to take care of any problems that might arise. * * * Ms. Franchella "Just stand there and..." I stared at the big, brawny student. He was more than six feet tall and had broad shoulders, his brown hair buzzed short on the side. A flattop. "Are you in some distress?" "It's just..." He wore jeans. Tight jeans. "Seeing you cum on Sheila's face and all..." "Oh, my, your dick is that big?" A wave of delight shot through me. I loved taking pictures of college students. Boys or girls, I wanted to have some fun. Young studs and sluts made me dr

He then dyed his hair black to avoid being spotted by her, and when she transferred schools, he just kept it that way. Rocky doesn't play Ice Hockey like the rest of us, he's the captain of the football team, and even if he doesn't take anything serious, he takes football seriously. And like Ant, Rocky also majors in business. "Don't you have a preseason game tomorrow? Sleep is not your friend, huh?" I yell over the blaring music, slinging my arm over Rocky's shoulder. I tower over him at 6' 2, with Rocky at 6' 0. We're all a tall bunch, which works in our favor when it comes to attracting the ladies. Being an athlete doesn't hurt either.

His dark jeans and long sleeved button up with loafers confirmed his rich boy status. I glance to his left and my Teddy is standing there with a look of annoyance and hatred. I smiled at him and looked him up and down. I can definitely see him as a bad boy in high school. His arms were crossed over his white v-neck tshirt. His black jeans and black Van's covered the rest of him. He had on a blacked out NFL hat that he wore backwards. It covered up his long blonde hair but you could tell he just got another haircut. I could go two years without getting a haircut and be fine. This boy couldn't go 4 weeks without one.