ST: Post Season Party (mmm, celeb) Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com)
This work is fiction depicting male/male sex between celebrities. As fiction, it is not meant to be a statement on the sexual activity of any real persons. It is a spin-off from "The Quarterback Club" and others which were posted anonymously on the Nifty Archives. Thanks to the unknown author for inspiration (and some great stories). I hope he doesn't mind my running with the idea.
Thanks to those who have written, with encouragement, suggestions, etc. Send comments to billdrake@hotmail.com.
The season was now over, and the members of the quarterback club knew they could wind down and get their rocks off at the post-season party. It was to be the biggest party of the year. All the professional QBs would be there, with their hard, dripping and ready cocks. Plus, this party opened up to hung-stud collegiate quarterbacks.
One man particularly happy about that development was John Elway. Yes he had a pretty wife and an OK marriage, but something about young jock men turned him on like nothing else. One of his biggest delights was an ongoing Broncos tradition (OK, he'd started that tradition, what of it?) of the quarterback fucking all the team's new recruits to initiate them into the team. His dick ached now at the memory of thrusting hard into those tight asses fresh out of college. Of his recent memory, Brian Griese was his favorite. When the blue-eyed Michigan star agreed to join the team, John was excited and hard as a rock. He had always found Brian's jocky boy-next-door looks irresistible. And since he joined the team, Griese's firm buns have been equally irresistible. Their post Super Bowl fuck in the shower room was hotter than any he could remember (and there was a lot he could remember). The two men rutted in every position imaginable. Elway's mammoth dick must have unloaded ten massive loads of quarterback cum up the twenty-three year old's horny guts while all the Broncos watched and got it on with each other. He had invited Brian to the party and hoped he'd show up. If not, the post-season party would have plenty of hot-fuck asses not yet out of college, but the combination of Griese's young, All-American looks and hunky, stud body always got Elway's crank leaking, even if he'd just fucked twelve asses.
John was so excited and so horny, he came as early in the afternoon as he could, and was the first to get to the party. He was about to get out of his SUV, when he saw another car pull in the driveway. Let me wait just a minute, he thought, and watched as a young, well-built man got out of his car and started walking to toward the house. It was Purdue's Drew Brees. Elway had never met him, and didn't know him by sight, but the smooth hot body of muscle and cute blonde looks had his hard meat leaking in his jeans. When Drew got near Elway's car, John rolled down the window.
"Hey, it looks like we're the first ones here. I'm glad someone's as eager to party as I am."
"Yeah, I'm only a sophomore, so I didn't hear about it last year. But the thought of all these guys here in one house is pretty hot. Say, are you John Elway."
Elway's white teeth showed through as he smiled and shook the young athlete's hand. He got Drew's name and was thinking about how he'd ask for more personal
information when Drew spoke. "Say is it true that you have a really big cock?"
"Where did you hear that?"
"I have my sources. Reliable ones."
"Well, I guess there's only one way to prove those sources reliable, isn't there?" John said as he lowered the zipper of his jeans and reached in to fish out his throbbing monster. The hard prick sprung free into free air and started growing further.
"Good fuck, that thing has to be eleven inches. And thick as a firehose, too."
"What else did your reliable source tell you?"
"That dick of yours can fuck the cum out of a guy without him even touching himself."
"Maybe I'll show you... What else?"
"That you like fucking young guys, college jocks. Busting jock cherry with your big dick. I bet right now you're thinking how you'd like to fuck my bubble butt." Drew unzipped his jeans and pulled out his own hardon. Slowly he stroked the naked shaft. "You want me to beat off while you do me, or are you gonna fuck the cream outta my dick?"
God, this kid is hot, John thought. Now Elway was flogging on his prick and felt like he was going to blow any minute. His arm quickly reached up and grabbed the back of Drew's head and guided it, no pushed it, down to his engorged and horny cock. Brees' hot mouth enveloped half of the huge dick in one smooth motion. It felt so good John wanted it to last, but he was already on the edge. He gave a couple of quick thrusts.
Swallowing eleven fat inches of Elway's cock wasn't easy even for a horny jock like Brees, but he managed to take it in as the meat pushed past his gullet. The volleys of mancream filling his throat felt great, but Drew wanted to taste some of that quarterback sperm, so he pulled off the exploding cock a bit to savor Elway's cream.
Elway smiled and wiped his brow as Brees pulled of his still turgid dick. "Don't worry, stud," he said, cupping the man-sized balls which were pulled up tight to his manshaft. "I have a couple of rounds left in these balls, ready to shoot up your hot ass. Let's go around the side of the house. I want to fuck you raw. And I want you to keep your hands off that fat cock of yours. I want to see you cum from getting plowed."
The two walked around the side of the house to a secluded corner to continue their hot session.
Meanwhile, Drew Bledsoe may have been on the sidelines at the game against the Jaguars, but he didn't really mind. After all this was his weekend to host the post-season party, the biggest of the year. And all that stuff in the press about the unspoken rivalry between him and fellow Patriot quarterback Scott Zolak, that was all made-up for show. No, he and Zolak were best of buddies. Especially when Drew eased his long, hard meat into his teammate's tight ass. The two athletes fucked often, and Drew's favorite Friday night activity was to sit in his easy chair while Scott rode his cock all night. Scott loved the star quarterback's firm body and meaty 10-incher, while Drew was amazed at the older athlete's bottoming ability. It seemed the guy could take any punishment he could give. And love it.
The afternoon of the party, Bledsoe and Zolak were going at it heavy. Sitting on the couch, Scott leaned back and looked up at the athlete towering above him. He reached up and started messaging the bulge through the cloth of Drew's sweats. He liked feeling the rod of steel grow and shift around underneath the cotton. And he relished the look of pleasure that swept over Bledsoe's face when he started jacking the mammoth prick through the material. Zolak was hungry for that thick mancock, though, and couldn't wait. He quickly grabbed the elastic waist band and pulled the pants down.
Instantly, Bledsoe's meat slipped straight into Zolak's wet mouth. The 26-year-old held the older athlete's shoulders and started pistoning in and out of the skilled cocksucking mouth. Zolak held still while Bledsoe's megahard pole shoved down his throat then back, giving its sucker chance for air. Zolak felt harder than ever and wanted to get his teammate and friend off good. He extended his tongue out, allowing more and more of the thrusting meat to leverage down his throat and he began putting on the suction. He ran his middle finger up and down Drew's moist crack, rubbing extra over the tight sensitive rosebud of Bledsoe's athletic ass. Drew was mostly a top man, at least when he was with Zolak, but he did like a little ass play while getting blown.
Scott knew how to work the fucker up into a frenzy, teasing the hole, then gliding the digit in to the second knuckle, then easing it in and out. It was more than Drew could take. He was humping Scott's mouth like crazy when he started shooting a huge load. The cum kept coming, and Drew pulled the spouting prick out from Zolak's lips and jacked the rest of his hot quarterback manload on his teammate's face.
Just then the doorbell rang, so Drew pulled his sweats up over his still rigid cock and went to the door. The first arrivals were none other than UGA jock Jon England, OSU's Joe Germaine and Kentucky star Tim Couch. All three hunks towered over six feet with a slightly beefy build. Couch (at 6'5") was the most gorgeous of them all, with his blond hair, deep blue eyes and an arresting smile. And his teammates knew from many post-game fuck-fests what the Junior's mighty dick could do. One occasion someone counted eight good cumloads in one sweaty team session. England and Germaine hadn't gotten it on with Couch before, at least not before the airport. The three had bumped into each other at the baggage claim and it was minutes before the young men headed to the bathroom for a heated threeway. Couch had no idea that England would be such a slut for cock, the guy was so built and rugged-looking. But no sooner had Couch dropped his shorts than the Georgia second-string was shoving his ass back down on the Kentucky front-man's erection. And from the front Germaine was shoving his fat sausage down England's throat. They hadn't even noticed the security officer who walked into the bathroom and to their stall. Fortunately, the beefy officer was turned on by the ass-fucking, cock-sucking scene and unfurled his own dick. At first he was happy to jack off watching these young athletes get it on in the cramped quarters of the toilet stall. Then he got the good idea of mounting the blond- fur-coated ass of Germaine.
Normally, the scene would have worn out the fellows, but the idea of an all- quarterback orgy with hot, hung jocks of all ages kept their dicks hard and wet. On the ride over they talked about how they all had a big crush on Drew Bledsoe and how they would do him when they finally got the chance.
Drew answered the door shirtless and wearing only a pair of sweats which did nothing to hide the massive boner jutting out from between the star athlete's meaty thighs. "Welcome to the party," said Bledsoe, admiring the three pieces of sexy manflesh before him. "OK fellas," Couch said, wasting no time. The two others pushed Bledsoe back into the couch, and before he knew what was up, bent him face down over the couch. Couch ripped the sweats down over the firm, round ass. His thick, muscled hands caressed the smooth skin and hard muscle of the ass mounds. "Nice," he whispered.
Without much ado, the college star stud dropped to his knees and began to lap at the Patriots player's bunghole. "Fuck" Bledsoe let out, excited as much by being taken as by the stimulating tongue work on his assring. As much as he loved domineering over other men, particularly Scott, Drew always secretly fantasized about being taken by a bunch of raucous, horny college boys, the sort of men he would sleep around with all the time at college fraternity parties. (Frat boys, it would seem are just as much in awe of football stars and big-ass cocks as any sorority chick).
After a good rim job, during which Germaine and England pressed Drew's upper body to the couch back and rubbed the prostrate man's exposed nipples to sharp sensitive points, Couch started teasing the pro player with his meaty cockhead. He would rub gently along the crack and press the head slightly into the tight football-jock hole then continue to rub the precum into Bledsoe's asshairs. Each time he pushed a little further into Drew's ass, which brought a loud moan from the new-bottom stud. "Shut that shithead up" Couch ordered to England, who whipped out a short and thick cock to plug the faggot quarterback's mouth. "Oh Shit!" Jon hissed, "I've been dreaming about your hot mouth around my college-jock dick."
Couch just said, "He's horny and ready," and shoved his dick up to the hilt. Drew was near unconscious. Never had sex been this intense for him. Who would have thought he could take an ass-reamer as big as Couch's? Who would have thought the pain would make his own boner harder? The pleasure just grew as Couch began a slow methodical fuck of the ass beneath him. Drew didn't realize it, but at each inward thrust of the top man's cock, he bucked back more and more, to get as much of the stud-fucker's prick inside him. No, he was in no state of mind to realize anything. Jet after jet of thick, hot jism shot out of his prick end. That didn't slow him down, though. "Harder," he yelled, "keep fucking my tight ass, Couch. Let me feel your cum up my ass and then fuck me some more. Don't stop that big dick."
Zolak was entranced. This was a side of Drew he'd never seen before. He stared and pounded his meat. He was on the brink of shooting his much needed release, when the doorbell rang. Shit, he thought, and went to get the door, not even bothering getting dressed.
He was glad he answered it. Standing in front of him were the two hottest rookies he knew, Peyton Manning and Ryan Leaf, both tanned and shirtless. Manning and Leaf had almost considered not coming. After the last party, the two had been getting it on nonstop. Leaf one night had even talked about how he wanted to do Peyton and his father, legend Archie Manning, both at the same time. Peyton had never done anything with his dad, but the idea was hot and he came all over his chest as Ryan dumped a load up the rookie's slick ass.
In the end, though, the thought of an orgy won them over. Peyton was hot for older, stud men. Not that he didn't get off on Leaf's thick-jock body or oversized crowbar of a dick, it's just that he dreamed of servicing the likes of Dan Marino, Boomer Esiason, or John Elway, big beefy men with huge arms, massive torsos and horse dicks to match. Leaf dreamed of getting gang-banged by a roomful of NFL QClubbers, taking load after load of hot jock cream up his ass.
The sight of Zolak's drooling, spasming hardon greeted them as the door opened. They could see the look of pure lust and sexual abandonment in the man's eyes and decided to give him the release he craved. Each man stepped up to Scott and began kissing his neck, his mouth, tongue-fucking his ear. Peyton reached down and grabbed Zolak's fat, heavy balls and began to caress them in a circular message. Ryan grabbed the leaky shaft and started jacking hard. It wasn't ten seconds before Zolak's prick exploded in ropes of white sperm all over Leaf and Manning's bare chests.
Part II
Doug Flutie and Saints teammates Danny Wuerffel and Heath Shuler were the next to arrive. As they walked along the driveway, they saw Leaf and Manning jacking Scott Zolak off and watched as Zolak rubbed his own cum into the athlete's bulging pecs and the two others start licking fresh come off each others' chests.
Quietly, Shuler walked up behind Manning, his old teammate at Tennessee, and wrapped his arms around him. "Guess who, stud?" Peyton looked back and smiled, "Heath, man, great to see you here. Been a long time." "Too long," replied the older athlete, who pulled down Manning's running shorts and as soon as he freed his own cock, began thrusting it up Peyton's hole. "Yeah, that's one sweet ass. Still keep it nice and loose for my prick, don't ya?"
Danny stripped down and moved around in front of Ryan. Leaf was one hot stud with his light brown hair . Ryan's hair-coated chest was covered with a slick layer of cum and stud-saliva, gleaning in the afternoon sun. Wuerffel leaned forward and began licking at the sticky man emulsion. He followed Leaf's six-pack abs until the guy's hard manprick pushed at his mouth. Wuerffel opened up and Leaf's prick slid in, impaling the other stud's throat.
Giants headman Kent Graham came up and was impressed at the orgy going on in front of his eyes. He knew there must be a stable of hot bucks inside sucking and fucking away, but right now he was hypnotized by the sight of horn-jock youth in rut. Shuler was pounding Manning real good. Manning was screaming like a bitch in heat, urging Heath to fuck his giant cock in him harder and deeper. Zolak had gone inside to get a go at Drew's by now well-fucked ass, but some man Graham didn't recognize had come and offered a fat prick to Peyton who took it in his hot college cocksucker mouth.
Kent walked up to Leaf and Wuerffel and marveled at how hot these two young athletes were. He pressed himself behind Leaf, holding the Chargers quarterback torso in an armlock as he pushed his prick up and along the stud's crack. "Yeah, Kent, that's it. Fuck me with that mansized cock of yours. You want my college jock ass, don't ya?"
"Yeah, baby," Kent said, even as his round, flaring cockhead was mercilessly pushing past Leaf's tight, sweaty sphincter. "That's it, yeah, relax. I want you to take all of this daddy cock up your sweet hole. Yeah, like that, huh?"
"Oh, yeah," Leaf moaned. Danny stood up and began running his hands all over Ryan's hot jock body. He couldn't get enough of the stud's thick muscles. The two leaned forward in a lustful kiss as Ryan reached orgasm. Danny felt like a cannon was firing missiles of hot man-jock cum onto his chest and hard stomach. Ryan broke the kiss to yell at Kent, 'Don't stop, sir. Keep giving me that huge dick of yours. I wanna feel your cum in me."
"You want my cum, boy? Well, maybe I'll just shoot it in ya. That's what you want, isn't it? You got my dick up your horny ass and now you want my big-man jock sperm. Is that it?" Kent was shoving his dick in like a car-engine piston. How many times had he fantasized about the former Washington State player and now the guy was begging for his nut? He shoved in one last time and held his cock there as he unleashed a week's worth of stored-up come.
He'd barely pulled and caught his breath when Danny got in behind Ryan and fed him some thick football-stud meat. Danny was eager to shoot his load, but he also wanted this ass, had wanted it for a long time, and now was going to make this fuck last. Ryan had come so he wasn't in a hurry, either. He just relaxed and got into the reaming Wuerffel was pounding him. His dick was still hard and bounced up and down as he got fucked.
Meanwhile, stud Brian Griese and his friend Bobby Hoying showed up, each wearing only a worn jock strap stretched by the massive package of meat it had to restrain. Around them were gathered a group of older QBs, including stars Dan Marino, Doug Flutie, and Mike Tomczak. The veterans had their hardons in hand stroking them lazily as they admired the bulging hard flesh of the younger players. Hoying's prick swelled, especially at the sight of the slightly stocky but good-looking Marino. Hoying remembered having a teenage crush on the Miami player. Never would he dreamed that Marino's dickmeat would be pointing its way proudly toward him. Marino stepped up close to Hoying and stared into his eyes point blank. "You like my cock, stud?" Hoying took in the sight of Dan's massive torso, his fur-covered manpecs, and the flexing bicep of his masturbating arm, and he felt like he would explode. His hot twenty-six-year old prick pushed the pouch of the jockstrap down and out to the stretching point. Marino took notice and ordered Tomczak behind the mesmerized Hoying. Mike wasted no time getting down and getting his thick tongue up Bobby's fuzz-dusted hole. Griese was getting turned on watching, but wanted in the action, so he dropped in front of Flutie and engulfed his long, slender fuckshaft. Brian was a little rusty at sucking, but the steel-hard warmth of Flutie as he eased down his throat reminded him of why he liked giving head.
Marino kept staring at Hoying and kept pumping his own rockhard cock to the brink of eruption, then backing off a little on the shaft to cool down. With his left hand, he began to work Hoying's hot pecs and firm pink nipples. The young quarterback's dick had as much as it could take. The jock material stretched then broke as 8 steel inches of Eagles cock poked its way out. Dan couldn't take it anymore. He locked lips with Hoying, feeling the blonde's afternoon stubble rub against his own and began spurting shot after shot of jism on the young Adonis's torso.
At that moment, Flutie screamed out in ecstasy. This must have been the first load of the afternoon for the Bills quarterback, because it didn't take long for him to unload a major jockload into Brian Griese's waiting gullet. Griese stood up and gave the man a long, wet kiss, feeding Doug the load he'd just shot. After a few minutes of passionate tongue-probing, Brian broke it off, "Hey stud, that was great. I'm going to go 'mingle' a bit." Doug laughed, "Go for it."
By now, Mike was standing up, easing his tool up Bobby's warm bowels. "Miss me?" Tomczak whispered in Hoying's ear, his tongue fucking in and out of the earhole. The two guys had gotten it on a couple of time during the season. Mike could be a pretty good top, but right after a game, he'd always invite Bobby back to his personal changing room to give his ass a good plugging. During a game, he was always giving commands, calling out orders. Afterward, he liked to surrender himself and his ass to a young jock who could take control and show him who's boss. Hoying and his hard jock dick readily complied. Right now, it was Bobby who was getting plowed. And now that his ideal Tim Couch had come up to him and started rubbing their dicks together, he knew it would be a matter of minutes before he shot.
In the hallway, Griese ran into one of his idols, Boomer Esiason. The tall, blond hunk shook hands with the first-year NFL, then pulled him into a deep kiss. Boomer's snake-like cock pushed along Griese's swollen jock, then between the athlete's hairy thighs. The sensation of Esiason's prickhead massaging the region between his legs drove Brian made with lust.
"Let's fuck. I want that thick jock cock pushing up my tight-man ass." "I'll say. I don't believe I've met a fellow hotter for it since I did Bledsoe a week ago. I don't know what it is, but you young studs can't get enough Boomer cock in you." Brian reached down and pulled the now-erect cock-stick from between his thighs. The fucker was long, ten inches, with a big fat had and a smooth, veined shaft. Griese's callused hands ran up and down the length. He wanted that cock. "Man, this thing is fucking huge. It'll tear me in two."
"Let's go outside. I know a secluded place we can go fuck. That way, you can scream as loud as you want when my pole tears you a new ass." Brian was hornier than ever now. His prick was fully erect and pushed up over the band of the jock. Still, he didn't say anything, but just followed Boomer's muscled asscheeks out the side door.
Zolak was going to town on Bledsoe's ass. All the times the fucker had dicked him, and now was payback time. Scott gave it to him hard, with sharp deep thrusts that would have made an ordinary guy scream in pain. But Bledsoe had already been reamed by five massive cocks, so the rough riding Scott was giving him only made him hornier.
Marino was feeling left out. He climbed onto the small of Bledsoe's back and positioned his ass right above Drew's. "Come on, Zolak," Dan pleaded, "Why don't you take turns?" Scott did just that, alternating between the ass on bottom and the one of top. It was amazing how each would squirm as he fed his thick cock to them. Bledsoe and Marino maneuvered so they could suck face while getting plowed from behind. Drew felt Marino's overcharged dick shoot on his back, but that didn't seem to cool down the star player any.
Outside, Ryan and Peyton were making out. Their tongues traded cum-scented spit. Their nipples felt sensitive rubbing against pumped chest muscles. And their pricks, slick with precum, slid next to each other. Behind, each was taking mancock after mancock. Teammates Wuerffel and Shuler had long since finished. Now it was whoever's cock that showed up or wandered out from inside. "Peyt," Ryan gasped as a ten-incher bottomed out in him, "This is some fucking jock-man orgy."
"Aint it, though?" Manning smiled before locking Leaf's mouth in a heavy man-to-man kiss.
Boomer and Griese were making out pretty heavy. They got off on the feel of each other's hard jock body, massive chests sweaty and rubbing against the other. Boomer's hand squeezed Brian's cock. "You want to get fucked, huh? You think you can take my big jock dick?" Griese just jumped up onto Boomer's massive frame, wrapping his legs around the stud's waist and holding onto his neck. Boomer eased the two against the wall to support them, and then guided his hardon to Brian's hot hole. Boomer's dick was big but it slid in without a problem. "Man," Boomer gasped, "you been practicing or what?"
"After Elway's fucker I can take about anything. Shut up and just fuck me." The two were going at it hot and heavy. Sweat was pouring off both of their slick muscled bodies as they became one fused mechanical fucking machine. Finally Boomer could take no more and injected his sperm up Griese. Griese's asswalls clenched tight as volley upon volley of searing white cream covered both of the sweaty jocks. Suddenly, they realized that the sound of other men was nearby. They hadn't noticed it earlier, but it was definitely the sound of hot, steamy mansex. So Boomer pulled out of Brian and the two followed the sound to its source.
They turned the corner and saw Elway pushing his giant prick in and out of Brees' upturned butt. Elway would thrust in and then withdraw all eleven stud inches, then ram forward again. Next to him was Chris Chandler, his cock erect as he bent down to begin tonguing Elway's pistoning shaft and Brees' abused hole. Sometimes Elway would pull out a minute, giving Chandler full go at the young stud's asscrack. Chandler would lap his thick, wide tongue along the crack's length, then tease the stretched rosebud. He then would push further into the hole, lapping at the manseed Elway had already shot there. Elway would push in again and Chandler would get out of the way. Eventually, the two started alternating fucks of the Purdue bottom. Chandler would give a couple of quick rabbit-thrusts, then Elway would replace him, then Chandler again.
Griese got a major hardon at the sight of his teammate. No one he found could fuck as well as Elway and certainly no one was as hung as the guy was. "Fuck him harder, John," he cried out. The older athlete turned around and saw Griese's beefy body next to hunk Esiason. "Glad to see you. Let me finish with this college-boy here and I'll fuck you good." He turned to Chandler who was pounding Brees's hole while the young man whimpered in abandonment. "Hey, Chris, I think this college-fuck needs more dick."
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"Just pull your cock out to the head." Chris followed John's instructions. He then looked in astonishment as Elway fit his huge prickhead right underneath the crown of Chandler's. "OK, now push back in, stud."
Chandler gave a naughty smile and pushed, "Fucking hot."
When Drew realized what was going on, he gave a short shout of pain, but then gasped in ecstasy as the two dicks pushed against his prostate. "Oh, yes, fucking two NFL studs at once. Yeah, abuse my ass. That's it, push those cocks in me."
Chandler was in cock and ass heaven. Seeing the young guy take two mandicks with such gusto was certainly a turn on, but so was the feel of Elway's meat sliding against his. All season and all Super Bowl week, he'd wanted to get it on with John, but he knew the man was into younger manpussy. Now the feel of the slick cock thrusting first with, then against his was too much and he started yelling in orgasmic bliss.
"Coming, buddy?" Elway asked. "I think I'm about to join you." Elway pushed in past the length of Chandler's shorter cock and began spurting into the depths of Brees's ass. True to reputation, Elway's dick made Drew's cock spurt its seed onto the ground, unaided by any hand.
Elway pulled out and turned around to Brian. "Good thing you showed up, buddy. This guy's pretty hot for a fucking, but I don't think he could have taken another reaming."
Griese was in lust. All the other guys- Boomer, Chris, and Drew- were invisible to him as he stared at Elway flogging his big prick.
Elway looked him straight in the eye. "Tell me you want this," he said in a low voice.
Griese swallowed and gasped, "Fuck me, John."
That's all John wanted to hear. He knew Brian could take it rough and raw. He tackled Griese and with his left lifted one muscle-bound leg up. His right hand grabbed the very stretched jock and ripped it off. Elway's dick was still slick from cum and Drew Brees's assjuices. He didn't care if the fuck was wet or dry. He just thrust in, taking no concessions. It's what Griese wanted, a manly hard fuck. The minute all of Elway's dick was in him, Griese shot what must have been a gallon of hot cum onto his chest. He didn't care. He knew he'd have twenty more loads if need be, if John Elway was doing the fucking. He felt the huge cock in his ass, it stretched his ass good, and that was all that mattered in his world.
To be continued?