NFL Luncheon Rim

By Tom Tongue

Published on Mar 21, 2002

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Thanks for all the great emails from the "Rim Shots" series. Sorry it's been so long, but I moved and it's taken awhile to get my feet on the ground. Let me know what you think about this cocktale...email welcome at TomGTongue@aol.com.

NFL LUNCHEON RIM

From Tom's Tongue

Hello, readers. My name is Tom Gordon. I'm twenty-two, and graduated from college just three months ago. I'm five-eleven, weigh 185 pounds. I work out religiously three days a week and jog and swim on my off days. I have brown hair and blue eyes, and have little body hair except for my pits and my pubes. People tell me that I'm a handsome man...but I take it all in stride.

Did I mention that I'm gay? During my senior year of high school and my four years of college I discovered the joys my body (and my tongue) could bring. Since I started my new job with a marketing firm six weeks ago, I haven't had a chance to be with anyone. I've had some guys in the office cruise me, but at that time, I was going to live by the "don't shit where you eat" rule. So, when this event occurred, I was as horny as a goat.

When I got in that Friday morning, the office was abuzz with excitement. I soon discovered that the president of the company was going to hold a raffle, using everyone's name. When I asked my cubicle-neighbor, Sue, what the prize was, she smiled, glassy-eyed and said, "We don't know, but I just know it's gotta be good."

Around 10 a.m., we were all called into the meeting room and Ted Pruitt, our president, a drop dead sexy man, said, "I've called you here today to announce our newest client...the ______ _______'s (the local NFL team). We are going to begin a five million dollar campaign for them immediately!"

A cheer rose from the crowd. Ted continued, "As a special surprise, we've been given a pass for a lucky member of our staff to attend the _________'s kickoff luncheon today. I have everyone's name in this box." He dramatically stirred his hand around a bit and pulled out a card. He looked at it and smiled. "And the winner is...Tom Gordon!"

I nearly passed out then and there. People I didn't even know were patting me on the back, think I even felt a hand or two on my ass. I made my way to the front of the room in a daze. Ted shook my hand and patted my on my back... actually, my lower back, just above the mounds of my ass. I actually felt one or two of his fingers travel toward my crack. Still smiling, he told me to come by his office in half an hour to pick up the invitation.

I was getting a hard on in front of the entire company. Ted's smile, his wandering fingers and the thought of seeing pro football players in the flesh, so to speak, was sending messages directly to my over-sexed balls.

I may be gay, but I'm a BIG sports fan, particularly football. I love watching those macho guys wearing those tight ass pants. I often fantasized about burying my face into one of those muscular butts when the player is in his three-point stance.

Somehow I made it back to my cubical and was able to get one or two small tasks completed before heading toward Ted's office. His administrative assistant smiled at me and told me to go on in, "He's waiting for you. Have fun at the luncheon!"

As I opened the door and walked in, I could not see Ted. I closed the door and walked toward his desk. Before I continue, let me describe Ted. He's thirty-one, and gorgeous. He has thick salt and pepper hair, cut short, high cheekbones and these brown eyes with golden flecks that seem to sparkle when he smiles. He's six feet tall and his body is hairy muscle from head to toe.

He has the most incredible v-shape -- not oversized -- just perfect. His ass is two firm melons that I'd sincerely like to visit, often. And the crotch of his pants always seems packed, regardless of their cut.

As I approached his desk, I heard a noise to my left and noticed a door that I didn't know was there. The door was standing wide open, and before me stood Ted, pissing. No big deal right? BIG DEAL! First of all, the weapon he was holding was HUGE, at least seven inches soft with two lemon-sized ball hanging below, and Ted was making a show of it. He had his shirt pulled up and was stoking his pecs, which showed off his incredible six pack. His pants and underwear were at his ankles, leaving him bare from his stomach down.

My dick was hard as a rock in seconds, painfully gnarled in my Calvin's.

As his thick flow slowed, he turned his head and saw me standing in the doorway, soaking in the beauty before me. He smiled, creating a perfect dimple. "Oh, hi, Tom. I really had to lose this built-up load, if you know what I mean." He was acting all nonchalant like nothing was going on. He shook off the final few drops from his prick as I wondered, in the back of my mind, what they'd taste like. He took some tissue and began drying the head of his massive joint which was growing longer and thicker by the second.

Satisfied, he dropped the paper into the toilet and began bouncing his growing weapon in his palm. Slowly, he wrapped his hand around his beautiful lance and began to lightly stroke. Smiling again, he turned his back to me, bending at the waist, reaching for his pants displaying his beautiful ass to my inquiring eyes. Spreading his legs as far as his pants would allow, his hairy pink asshole came quickly into view.

Delirious with lust, I quickly took two steps into the bathroom, dropped to my knees and buried my face into his hairy ass trench. Grabbing his hips to increase my control, I started sniffing loudly. He smelled great--sweaty, sweet and musky. Immediately, I stuck out my tongue, licking wildly everywhere I could reach. He was (and is) delicious!

"OH, GOD! YES! LICK MY ASS! CLEAN IT OUT! I KNEW YOU WERE AN ASSKISSER!" moaned Ted.

I was sluicing his entire crack, not yet concentrating on his pucker. With my right hand, I reached down and yanked off his loafer, and pulled his right leg free of his pants and boxer shorts. He spread his legs wide apart and jammed his sweet ass back onto my slurping mouth and tongue.

I put a hand on each of his muscular ass cheeks and spread them as far apart as I could. Taking a moment to look at the beautiful sight before me, I pointed my tongue and drove it directly into the center of his tasty hole.

"OMIGOD, THAT'S GREAT!! DON'T STOP...DON'T YOU EVER STOP!"

I quickly reached down and freed my raging hard on. I didn't jerk it or anything because I knew, if I touched it, I would probably cum before either of us was ready. I was leaking profusely and didn't want to mess up my underwear and pants any more than I already had. Ted was groaning above me, which made me try even harder to rim him like nobody else had before.

I backed off for a few seconds, and breathing directly into his hole, said, "Boss, pull your cheeks apart for me. I want to get in there deeper." When he complied, I reached between his spread legs with my right hand and grabbed his throbbing boner, pulling it down and back like a handle so I could give it and his hairy balls a few quick licks with my horny tongue.

His ass was one of the best I've ever tasted, and, after a few short minutes of loving attention, it began to open wider so that I could drive my oral instrument even deeper. I was kissing my boss' ass and loving every second of it! The pink inner flesh of his rectum was burning hot and silky smooth and I knew that if I didn't change the program soon, I'd be making a big mess on the floor between his legs.

I forced myself to pull away from his sloppy wet hole. Standing, I quickly lined up my overly excited cock head and, with one smooth thrust, buried my throbbing nine inches completely into his steaming orifice. My spit and pre-cum lubed my way perfectly, just right for both of us.

Ted wailed out, "OH YEAH! THAT FEELS SOOOO GOOD! FUCK THAT ASS! FUCK IT HARD!"

Leaning over him to whisper directly into his ear, licking when I wasn't talking, "Oh, Boss! I want to fuck you all day, but I'm too hot. Your asshole has me so turned on, I'm not gonna last!" Pulling back until only the head was lodged inside his hole, I pumped inward and outward three times feeling his colon massage my love pole and exploded. "HERE IT IS! SUCH A SWEET ASS! I'M CUMMING, BOSS! TAKE IT!"

As my balls emptied into his clutching hole, he cried, "I'M GONNA CUM!" Moving fast, I pulled us both to a standing position, yanked my still-spasming cock free, turned him to face me as I dropped to my knees just in time to catch the fist blast of his salty spooge in my greedily sucking mouth. I drank everything he had to give me, savoring the taste and consistency.

The bathroom resonated with the sounds of my gulping and moaning, and Ted's whimpering above me. Pulling my mouth off his beautiful tool, I stroked it two or three times until his final drops of cum appeared, quickly to disappear down my still cum-hungry throat.

Once again I turned him around, saying. "Boss, I want you to know what a neat worker I am!" I buried my face back into his aromatic trench and literally sucked my own cum from his still quaking hole. Hearing his gasp and groan was almost as much fun as the fucking had been.

After a few minutes, he pulled himself away from me, dropped the toilet seat, pulled me to my feet, sat and devoured my cum and ass flavored cock. Smiling up to me with my dick still in his mouth, he said, "I do cleanups too!"

I pulled my semi-erect penis from his sucking lips and bent at the waist to kiss him. Standing, he continued the kiss, thrusting his crotch into mine. Pulling away and looking me in the eyes, he said, "Wow, Tom, that was more incredible than I could have imagined! You know I want to return the favor, right?"

I replied, between more tasty kisses, "Ted, I never expected this, but I promise, if I have anything to say about it, we're going to do this a LOT more. I live alone and, if you can get away from the little woman, I'd love to spend a few hours in, on and around my bed making love to your sweet asshole with my tongue." Did I mention that he's married?

After another tongue-thrusting kiss, Ted turned me around pushing my back to make me bend over, sat on the toilet seat again, spread my ass cheeks and said, "Beautiful!" before diving tongue-first into my ass valley.

He licked and slurped my hole for a few minutes, both of us moaning and groaning, before his pushed me away. "Just a preview, Tom. Look at us! We're both a couple of sweaty messes. I'm gonna jump in the shower here, but you need to get going to make it to the Marriott."

Ted helped me pull myself together as he undressed himself, kissing me, licking me and touching me the entire time. By the time he was naked and I was dressed, he was hard again. I quickly dropped to my knees again and sucked his massive tool deep into my gullet. In less than five minutes I had another tasty sperm injection flying down my throat. The two fingers I had buried in his ass stroking his love button caused him to feed me a load almost as big as the first one, and just as delicious.

I washed my hands and face at the sink, looking in the mirror feasting on the beauty of this man who held my future in his hands, as he quickly showered. Looking not too much worse for wear, I was ready to head out.

Leaning out of the shower, Ted said with a smile, "Tom, the invitation is on my desk. Have fun and represent us well." I walked over to him and gave him another sloppy French kiss with us connected only at the lips, turned and walked out with a big smile on my face. I love my job!


The luncheon began at noon, and with my forty-five minute interlude with Ted, I had to race to make it downtown just a few minutes late. By the time I got there and asked three people how to find the ballroom, it was ten after twelve when I walked in the door.

The room was packed, noisy and somewhat intimidating. A waiter/porter in uniform took my invitation and told me that I could sit anywhere there was an open seat. There were about 60 tables for ten in the room and all of them seemed full. Finally, I spotted an open seat and walked toward it.

I stepped up to the open spot and was amazed to see one of my favorite players sitting next to the empty chair. I'm normally not one to be star-struck, but this occasion was an exception. Scott Johnson was and is a god! Spiky jet-black hair, steel-blue eyes, goatee and body of death all made him imposing to the competition and sexy as hell to me. I was frozen...I couldn't move to sit down.

Looking me up and down, Scott smiled a million-dollar smile and said, "Have a seat, buddy. I was afraid nobody liked me."

"Who wouldn't like you," I replied as I sat, "except maybe the defense of any team you guys are playing? You're one of the most outstanding players in the league. That's what they said about you on Sportcenter last night, anyway. We're lucky to have you on our team."

He laughed and put out his big hand for me to shake. "So, you know who I am.

And you are...?"

"Tom Gordon at your service. I'm one of your biggest fans," I replied taking his outstretched hand in mine. His touch, which lasted a few moments longer than it should have, sent a tingle to my balls that was causing major warning signals in my overactive brain. As I settled in, I noticed that he took a lot of space, and that his leg was brushing against mine giving me even more tingles and the beginnings of a hard on.

While we ate, Scott made small talk with everyone at the table making us all feel welcome. His leg stayed next to mine throughout the meal. As dessert was being served, a group of coaches and team officials at the head table began making speeches about the upcoming football season and the team's outlook.

Scott leaned over to me, putting his huge arm around my shoulder, he whispered in my ear, "God, I thought this was going to be boring, but it seems I was wrong..."

I gulped, turned to face him and said, "And why's that?"

He pushed his leg tighter to me and replied, "I've been in pre-season camp with all these guys for the past two weeks, and Coach gave us the weekend off. I've got a suite here at the hotel and I'm going to stay here and relax and let off some steam."

Looking deep into his soulful eyes, I said with a smile, "Sounds like fun. Just don't get into any trouble, okay? We need you to be in good shape when the season starts."

He laughed quietly, sexily, and leaned into my ear again, "I like to get into things, but trouble isn't one of them. I plan to stay in all weekend...relax... put my feet up...you know...."

"Do you plan to have teammates in to party with you?" I asked.

"Maybe...maybe not. Answer a question for me, Tom." He paused, backing up to look into my eyes again. He moved his lips to my ear again, even closer than before, and began rubbing his thumb along the nape of my neck along my shirt collar. I had to adjust my crotch because my dick was rock hard. Breathing warm air into my aural channel he quietly asked, "What's your favorite thing to do...sexually, I mean?"

I jerked back to look into those eyes again. Is this guy really coming on to me, I asked myself? After my experience with Ted earlier, I decided that I would play his game and see what "came up" other than my cock.

Pressing my leg against his with a little more pressure, I leaned into his ear, exhaling a few breaths of my own, and said, "I like to kiss...deeply."

"Oh, French kissing, huh? I thought you might like something more..."

Moving back to his ear and speaking slowly and allowing my tongue to move past my lips and lightly graze his sexy ear, I replied, "Scott, I didn't say FRENCH kissing...actually I prefer a GREEK variety."

He smiled at me, deep in thought until he got it, and his smile turned into a sexy leer. Taking his hand off the table, he dropped it to my knee. Squeezing me there, he said, "Really?" I nodded. One last sexy whisper, where I could feel his tongue, "Great! Meet me in room 2025 in half and hour, okay?" He squeezed my thigh a little higher when I nodded and then backed away and pretended to pay attention to the presentation on the dais again.

This entire encounter took less than two minutes, and anyone watching us would never have guessed what was going on. I was grateful he pulled away; even though I had had a massive orgasm less than two hours earlier, if he had breathed into my ear one more time, I probably would have cum right then and there. And I had much better plans for my next load (or two or three).

After the program ended and everyone stood, I was amazed to see myself in a room filled with sixty of the largest, most muscular (okay, some were way too beefy for my tastes) and sexiest men I'd ever seen in one place. Most of them stood head and shoulders above all of us mere mortals in the room. I was once again in awe, and in about twenty-five minutes I was either going to have sex with one of them, or get the shit beaten out of me, but I HAD to try.

I just reread the above, and it sounds as though this encounter was ho-hum, run of the mill, no big deal, but that couldn't be farther from the truth. I was quaking on the inside and sweating on the outside from the moment one of my heroes, Scott Johnson, shook my hand. The rest of it seemed to be some unbelievable dream, but it was really happening.

I quickly found a payphone, called the office and spoke to Ted. I told him that something had come up, and that, if it was okay with him, I'd like the rest of the afternoon off. He asked if I had "met someone nice" at the luncheon, and I promised to give him all the details and more on Monday morning. He laughed and told me to have fun, but to save some for him. If he only knew.

After making my call I went back into the ballroom to get some autographs on the program we were given and to see some of my favorite players up close and personal so I'd have something to show folks and talk about at the office on Monday morning. My only disappointment was that I didn't get to meet the team's biggest star: quarterback, "Racing" Randy Taylor.

I went to a public restroom and splashed cold water on my face and tried to compose myself for what was about to come. My mind was racing a thousand miles a minute as the elevator climbed to the twentieth floor.

Finding myself in front of the room, I was about to knock when I noticed that the room actually had a doorbell! Less than five seconds after I pushed the button, the door swung open and there stood a wide-smiling Scott, wearing only one of those plush hotel robes open wide to his navel.

Grabbing my arm and literally jerking me inside, he said, "Hey, Tom, I'm so glad you're here. Have I got a surprise you for you! But first take off your clothes."

I stood there staring at him, dumbfounded, and he grew impatient. He grabbed my tie, and yanked it off, moving to unbutton my shirt. Coming to reality, I helped and in just a few moments I was down to my Calvin's.

Placing his hands on my shoulders, he rubbed down my arms quickly dragging his thumbs across my nipples until they were super-erect. "I just knew you had a sweet body hidden under those clothes. Now, your surprise is in the bedroom...just go along with whatever I say, okay?"

As I nodded he took a step back and shrugged his shoulders and the hotel robe fell away revealing the most chiseled torso I'd ever seen. He was wearing boxer briefs as well and they were stuffed at the crotch with what looked like a casaba melon. His chest, forearms and calves were lightly dusted with hair and there was a sexy-as-hell pleasure trail leading from his "outie" to those shorts in which I wanted to bury my face.

Just as I reached forward to touch him, he backed away, smiled and said, "Tom, baby, you're gonna touch me all you want, but first I wanna show you your surprise. Before we go in, promise me that you will just go along with me and follow my lead. Okay?"

I nodded, feebly.

He took my hand, again sending a shiver down my spine and straight to my balls and led me through the living room to a closed door leading to what I had to guess was a bedroom. Opening the door and putting his huge hand on the center of my lower back he guided my through the door.

OHMIGOD! There on the king-sized bed was Racing Randy! He was lying face down, propped up on his elbow with just a towel draped over his massive, muscular ass, with the leg closest to me bent at the knee. Maybe "draped" isn't the right word for the towel. It clung to him like a second skin so that it was almost as though he were actually nude.

Immediately, my brain went to a photo in my cubicle neighbor Sue's "office" wall. It was a color shot of Randy clad only in gym shorts at a practice. He was in that just-got-the-ball-from the-center twist which highlighted his golden musculature, the slimness of his waist, and primarily that ASS! His on-the-bed pose was almost the same.

Randy is one of those Minnesota, corn-fed dirty blondes with the face of a little boy and the body of a full-grown stud (six feet three, 235 pounds of pure muscle). He's hairless like me, with one exception: from his waist down he has a light coating of blond hair that is almost invisible until you get close. I was doing that shaking/sweating thing again, and I thought I might hyperventilate.

Scott took control. "Ran, this is Tom Gordon, the masseur I was telling you about. He's here to give us both a deep penetrating massage." Scott leered at me again and climbed up on the bed. He straddled Randy's back, facing his feet and sat on his neck with his knees under the quarterback's arms. "I want to get a good view of THIS!" he said.

He pulled the towel away leaving Randy naked as the day he was born. His ass is huge, muscular and lightly dusted with that sexy blond hair. Rousing myself from my dazed state, I smiled at Scott, moved between Randy's legs and said in a businesslike manner, "Please spread your legs as wide as you can for me, sir." He complied.

What a tasty sight! I could see his ass crack; again with the blonde hair, and his huge balls floating on the bedspread. Placing the tips of my fingers of each hand on a corresponding ankle, I slowly dragged them upward across his massive legs until I reached THAT ASS. Scott and I both leaned forward at the same time until I was lying on my stomach and his goateed chin was resting right at the top of Randy's crack. He was smiling at me with a sexy twinkle in his eyes.

Grabbing a cheek in each hand kneading them softly, and, pulling them apart, I saw before me a blonde-fur-lined ass trench and one of the most beautiful ass rings I'd ever seen! I puckered my lips and blew a cool stream of air across the pink aperture and I could see it pulsing. Closing the distance slowly, I placed a quick peck on his nether opening. Both Scott and Randy moaned deeply in appreciation.

Not being able to wait any longer, I pushed my face forward, looking directly into Scott's eyes and drove my pointed tongue as far into Randy as I could reach. Scott's eyes grew big and that leer came back to his lips. I could feel his warm breath on my eyes and forehead, which only made me hotter.

Randy's reaction was immediate. "OH MY GOD! DO THAT SOME MORE! I NEVER KNEW IT WOULD FEEL SO GREAT! EAT MY ASS, MAN! EAT IT GOOD!"

Scott reached up with his right hand and, grabbing the back of my head, pulled me deeper into his quarterback's steamy, sweet hole. I began whimpering in pleasure, turning my face from side to side, to reach every crease and crevice with my drooling lips and tongue. Spit was running down Randy's crack and I lowered my mouth to suck it up before going back to the mission at hand.

Scott's eyes glazed, and still holding the back of my head, he pulled me up until our lips met in one of the sweetest tongue-twisting kisses I'd ever experienced. Not to let Randy feel neglected, I traced my index finger around the rim of his dilating hole while Scott and I continued to swap spit.

Pulling away, Scott said, "Come on, man, let me see you get that tongue in there deep." So I did just that. Snarling and moaning, I put everything I had into loving that hole. Putting my fingers next to the ring and stretching it open, I dove in again and was able to get even deeper. His inner walls were silky smooth, pink and delicious!

Pulling back and giving Scott another quick kiss, I said, "Strip those shorts off and turn around, man! Let me massage you at the same time!"

He literally jumped up, but moved slowly turning around giving me a show as he gradually lowered his briefs over his massive ass mounds. Moving out of my sight, I felt his hands on my cotton-clad cheeks and quickly we were all naked. Scott moved behind me and, before I realized what was happening, I felt his scratchy facial hair against my ass cheeks. Taking long lapping licks, first on the right and then the left, he pulled my crack apart and drove his tongue deep into my receptive hole, causing my to wail/scream into Randy's gaping gash.

The room was filled with the sounds of slurping, moaning and deep sighs of sexual bliss. Randy turned his head, and seeing the train behind him, yelled, "YEAH, GUYS! LICK OUT THOSE HOLES! MAKE LOVE TO THEM WITH YOUR NASTY MOUTHS!"

As much as I loved what Scott's mouth and tongue were doing to me, I wanted to ream his asshole too. Reaching back, I grabbed his head and had to tear him away from me. Grabbing his hand, I pulled him forward until he was standing over my head and Randy's ass. As he lowered himself, I grabbed his massive pre-cum dripping dick and lined it downward in the crack of Randy's butt.

There before me, was Randy's hole dripping with my spit, Scott's love torpedo dripping pre-cum into Randy's crack and Scott's hairy hole. Scott was so hairy that I knew it was going to be even more of a taste treat digging through those sweaty hairs to get to his sweet pucker.

Reaching between Randy's legs, I pulled his cock back until it was facing the foot of the bed. Moving myself into a push-up position, with the flat of my tongue, I began my tasty journey. Starting with the leaking head of Randy's rock hard pole, I licked upward along the length of his dick, over his lightly haired balls, sucking them into my mouth briefly, and upward over his now gaping, pulsing hole and on to Scott's sweet tasting dripping cock head, shaft, hairy balls and into his fragrant pink asterisk.

As I lifted up to repeat the process, I saw that Randy had his head twisted back and he and Scott were swapping tongues and spit to beat the band. After I had licked my way up and back about five times, I noticed that Scott's dick head was pulsing against Randy's hole. Grabbing Scott's shaft like a handle, I pulled him backward slightly. I moved my mouth to the junction point, and spitting on and licking everything I could reach, I gently pushed Scott forward until the head of his massive rammer slid smoothly into Randy's sloppy gaping hole.

I moved back to rim Scott, loving the taste, smell and feel of his hairy hole clutching at my poking, licking tongue. Pushing forward hard with my face caused his spit-wet dick to slide deeper into Randy's smooth colon, until his he was balls deep. Both of them were gasping for air.

Randy screamed, "YOU FUCKERS! YOU'VE GOT YOUR DICK UP MY ASS! I DIDN'T SAY YOU COULD DO THAT! BUT IT FEELS SOOOOO GOOD! FUCK ME, STUD! FUCK THE HELL OUTTA MY VIRGIN HOLE!"

Slowly Scott began to rock forward and back, making sure not to lose my spit drooling mouth and tongue. Pulling his hole open with my fingers as I had earlier with Randy, I pushed my tongue into him as deep as I could get it. His sphincter was nipping at my licker like a real mouth. I began pushing as much saliva into him as my glands would make and soon his pucker was gaping open, dripping spit and ass slime.

Now thrusting faster, Scott turned his head and said, panting, "TOM, BABY... YOUR COCK! PUT YOUR COCK UP MY ASS! I WANNA FEEL WHAT IT'S LIKE!"

Never one to deny a request made so nicely, I moved up and crouched behind him until my pre-cum dripping dick head was kissing his pucker. Pushing gently, I saw his ass lips stretch open until the bulbous crown disappeared in his steaming hot hole. I couldn't wait - I was delirious with lust. I shoved forward with my hips and my steel hard penis sank into him like a hot knife into butter.

Through clenched teeth, I quaked, "Okay, Scott, you're the engineer. LET'S GET THIS TRAIN MOVING!"

Beneath us, Randy Taylor, sex symbol to millions of women coast to coast was becoming a thrashing sex pig. "COME ON, SCOTT, FUCK ME! SHOOT THAT LOAD OF YOURS SO DEEP I'LL TASTE IT IN MY MOUTH!"

Scott was in control though and he knew it. He panted, "DON'T MOVE, ANYBODY!

I LOVE THE WAY THIS FEELS AND I WANNA MAKE IT LAST AWHILE!"

After a few minutes, he started rocking back and forth; on the down stroke burying his fat prick deep into Randy's receptive hole and on the upstroke swallowing mine to the pubes in his clutching rectum. As Scott's thrusts got faster and more vicious, and our moans and groans of pleasure grew louder and louder, the chain reaction began.

Randy let out a yell loud enough to be heard back in the ballroom where the luncheon was held and started jetting his cum backward (the direction his cock was facing) hard enough to reach the carpeted floor at the bottom of the bed. Just as his orgasm, which seemed to last for five minutes, subsided, I felt Scott's hole tighten and with a loud groan he began shooting deep into Randy's sucking cave.

The throbbing of his ass walls was too much for me, and seconds after his orgasm began, mine took control and I buried myself even deeper and began to shoot one of the largest loads of my life. I fell forward onto Scott's sweaty back and began licking his neck, ear, shoulder and anywhere else I could reach. He turned his face to me and, while I was still slowly fucking him, we shared another passionate kiss.

When we all caught our breaths, I pulled myself up and out of Scott's ass with an audible pop and said, "Don't you guys move a muscle!" Moving my face again between their spread legs, I began the cleanup process. First I sucked, licked and lapped Scott's gaping hole, tasting my cum and his ass flavors.

Moving downward I licked the junction of Scott's cock and Randy's hole and lifting on Scott's hips, until his semi popped out, I quickly sucked his now-even-more-flavorful cock into my still hungry mouth. After he was sufficiently cleaned up, I pulled him to the side and dove again into the orifice I was brought here to "massage." The mixture of tastes was incredible!

Finally exhausted, I moved to lay down next to Randy, panting and as content as I'd ever been. Scott wasn't quite ready to quit yet, though. As I stared up at the ceiling, I saw him move to stand straddling my head, facing my feet. Squatting down until his sweet butt hole was on my mouth, he leaned forward, and said to Randy, "Hey, Ran, wanna see what my ass tastes like?"

Within seconds, Randy moved between my legs and as I licked and tongue fucked Scott's still dilated hole, the two of them took turns licking up and down and all around my dick and balls. Scott still wanted more. He pulled my legs back and for the next ten minutes or so the two of them took turns drilling their mouth organs deep into my hairless hole.

Horny to the max again, I saw that the two of them were both hard as rocks. Pushing them off of me, I had them both lie flat on their backs facing opposite directions, legs intertwined with their cocks and balls pushed together. I had them hold their huge peckers in that position, and, leaning over them, I began trying to suck their two fat pricks into my mouth at the same time. Not having much luck, I got a better idea, one that I'd read about, but never experienced.

Leaving the joined cock-unit sloppy wet, I stood facing Scott. As I lowered myself, he realized what I was about to do, and that leer came back to his sexy face. My asshole was still dripping from their joint rimming, and as my ass lips touched their pricks, I knew that no matter what, I was going to take both into me. Taking a deep breath, I relaxed every muscle I knew how to and slammed myself downward.

There was pain, but it was good pain. I had them both buried balls deep in me and I was loving it. Dropping my hands to the bed on either side of Randy, lifting myself slightly, I said, "So good...you sexy footballers have me stuffed. Now, I'm gonna stay in this position. FUCK ME!! FUCK ME GOOD!"

In unison, they began raising and lowering their hips, slowly at first, but building in speed. Sweat was dripping off me, and I don't remember ever being so aroused. My prostate was taking a pounding like it had never known, and I was growing delirious, dropping myself to meet their upward thrusts. As their speed increased, they started to get out of rhythm and as one was pulling out the other was pushing in. I didn't think it could get any better.

Moments later, I was screaming, "OH, GOD, I'M GONNA CUM! FUCK THAT LOAD RIGHT OUTTA ME! FUCK ME!" The sounds of grunts, groans and flesh slapping against flesh grew louder and faster and, I swear it's true, I slid my feet out from under me and dropped my entire weight onto their throbbing poles, causing Scott to sit up and all three of us started simultaneously shooting our loads - mine was so powerful that my first spurt flew over Scott's head and landed on the floor behind him, the rest followed flooding his neck, chest and stomach. At the same time, I could actually feel their massive rods pulsing and their sweet cum filling my ravenous hole.

Putting my arms around Scott, I pulled him to me and we shared an incredible kiss that I'll remember for a long time. Randy sat up as well, and with me still connected to them, and me leaning to the side, the three of us were able to share a really neat three-way kiss.

We rolled over as a group, panting heavily, and carefully detangled ourselves. When we were done, I was lying on my back with a NFL stud on either side of me.

Randy propped himself up and said, "Scott, you may be a tight end on the playing field, but Tom has you beat, BIG time." We all laughed huskily and soon we were asleep too exhausted to stay awake.


I was in that hotel room until Scott had to check out on Sunday afternoon and head back to training camp. All three of us lost count how many times we had cum. Scott ordered huge meals and oysters by the dozens from room service to keep us replenished, but, I can tell you, our balls were thoroughly drained when we left.

I'm happy to report that Randy and Scott used their sizable influence with the _________'s and our company's marketing budget for the team was doubled to ten million dollars. I was quite the hero around the office and Ted rewarded me personally over and over. The _______'s may not have won the Super Bowl that year, but I'll be a fan of the team and its two biggest stars forever.

Maybe sometime I'll tell you about the post-season party I had at my apartment with Scott (who I still see to this day), Randy, Ted (he's a huge fan now, too!) and running back, Brick Masters. YUM!

Comments welcome at TomGTongue@aol.com

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