Peyton's Place Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com)
WARNING: The following is gay erotic fiction explicitly depicting sexual acts between men. If that offends or disturbs you or is inappropriate for your age, read no further. The contents are fantasy fiction and have no relation whatsoever to the real lives of the persons mentions.
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Peyton's Place Pt. 2
Trent Dilfer opened the front door to find four hot specimens of New England Patriots jockmeat standing there. In the front of the groups were starting QB and Superbowl MVP Tom Brady, his pearly-white grin showing on his Southern CA boy-next-door jock face, and next to him backup Damon Huard.
"Hey guys!" Dilfer exclaimed, his semi-hard cock bouncing up as he patted the guys on the shoulder, ushering them into Peyton's house. "Who did you bring?"
Tom made introductions "Trent, meet Adam. Adam Vinateri."
"Shit, sorry, bud I should have recognized you. Great kick at the SuperBowl. You're a hot-looking guy, too."
"Thanks," the dark-complected kicker blushed. "I've admired your, um, work for a long time as well." The men all laughed.
Behind Adam was Ben Leard, the latest 24-year-old recruit from Auburn. While the other men talked he felt a pair of hands pull down his sweatpants and briefs. He assumed someone was playing a joke on him, but when he turned around he didn't see anyone. Then he looked down to see Drew Bledsoe crouched down, examining Leard's round jock ass with obvious appreciation. Drew looked up and winked at the 6'3" newbie. "Looks like I left the Patriots at the wrong time. What's your name, stud?"
"Ben," the jock replied.
"Um nice to meet you Ben," Drew mumbled right before diving into the kid's fine ass, nuzzling the crack with his nose and darting his tongue out to tease the guy's tight pucker.
"Shit!" Leard cried out as the other guys looked to see what was going on. They had a chuckle, because the knew what the recruit was feeling. Bledsoe gave by far the best rim job in the league, hell the best of anyone they'd ever met. Many a reluctant jock ass was given up at the first swipe of the star QB's tongue.
"Oh, God, Mr. Bledsoe. That's it, feels so fucking hot. Dig up there deeper with your tongue."
Drew spoke while eating out the delicious hole in front of him. "Mmmh, hot fucking ass. SLURP, MMMH! Ah yeah, baby that's it, let Drew in, stud... NNNGH, MMPH, SLURP...Yeah, buddy, this ass isn't going anywhere...All of it mine, hot jock ass...MMMGHMPH!"
Brady looked on in admiration and horniness. Sure, there was bad blood between him and Bledsoe. But Tom still admired and looked up to the elder stud. Hell, even missed some of Drew's patented powerfucks after the game. For now he could get off seeing this new meat on the team get the full treatment. Only he knew there were dozens of hot NFL jocks inside he was dying to meet.
"Hey Ben, buddy, we're gonna go inside, check out the action. Are you sure you'll be OK here without us?" If Bledsoe's tonguework was what it once was, Tom already knew the answer.
"Yeah, Tom, go on. AH FUCK!" he screamed as Drew corkscrewed his rectum with his thick quarterback tongue.
"Enjoy yourself," Tom laughed as he and his buds went inside to look for cock and pro football stud butt.
Drew Brees hit the bed with a hard thud. His cock was so hard right now, having been worked up in the shower by two mega-hot Denver Broncos, Brian Griese and Ed McCaffrey. While the two studs looked on from the edge of the bed, Drew unconsciously took a moment to run his hands all over his fine athletic bod, one hand rubbing his dick and down beneath under his big jock balls, the other caressing his taut pecs and sensitive nips. "Oh yeah!" Griese moaned in approval before McCaffrey grabbed his cute face and met his lips with a wide receiver liplock that drove Brian crazy. Ed could tell by the dick dew leaking into his hand as he gripped the quarterback's overheated manmeat.
"Hey! Oh man!"
It was Brees discovering that he wasn't alone in the giant bed. To his right was ex-Bronco linebacker Bill Romanowski, his HUGE biceps flexing as he reached around to grab hold of Brees hot jock body and pull it closer to his. Just the feel of Romo's 6'4" 245lb. side of beef next to him made Drew's cock leak even more, wetting up the defensive player's hairy belly. Brees hadn't had time to look but from the feel of Bill's hard tool against his, he knew the man had a bullcock to match his teammates. He started to feel the huge arms with his QB hands, but was all of a sudden pulled the other direction by the man on his left.
"Come on, Bill, a stud as hot as this, you gotta share, buddy." Drew turned his head to see another Broncos quarterback, Steve Feuerlein, his dick at full staff and his eyes full of lust. Already he had his right hand crammed into Drew's steamy mancunt, diddling the warm, wet QB hole with his expert fingers.
Brees leaned his head back and let out a gasp of pleasure that let all the men know he was really ready to get fucked. "Man! AH, guys, did I really take ALL of you on last night?"
"Hell, yeah, Drew buddy!" Ed answered, the desire coursing through his veins and filling every tight muscle in his body. He still couldn't let go of Griese's massive dick and even started playing with the large, round babymakers hanging in the QB's nutsac. "You loved every minute of it. So did we. Love taking turns on your perfect bubblebutt. Only now it's time for the main event. What do you say, Bri?" He grabbed the big Griese dick harder.
"Fuck yeah! Let's do it."
"All right. Get in there first Bri."
Griese crawled on top of Brees' meaty jock body, feeling the kid's powerful muscles beneath his as his legs kicked Drew's wide open. He had to pry the hands of the others of Drew so he could position himself on top of the Charger star. Steve and Bill seemed disappointed, but Brian reassured them, "Don't worry, guys, you'll get your turn. Plus, I think you'll like the show."
Drew was pretty opened up from the shower fuck so Griese's large meat sunk right back in. God, Brian loved this kid's jockcunt! It gripped his cock in heavenly warmth and wetness and sucked every inch of his meat deep inside the kid's bowels.
"Oh yeah, man!" Drew cried, "You're really dicking me, Brian. Dicking me deep."
"Only way to take an ass this great. Ready for a full-on fuck?"
"Give it to me, stud!"
With that, Brian began to thrust his hips back and forth, driving his meat deep into Drew's hot guts. "Shit, buddy this feels great!" Brian moaned while his hips went into autopilot, piledriving his fuck stick over and over, and churning Brees's insides til the kid was once again shuddering in a bottom's ecstasy.
"All right, McCaffrey, go to town."
Ed got on the bed behind the rutting couple and crouched down between Griese's legs. He knew his mission but couldn't help having a go at Brian's amazing ass. With gusto, he grabbed those thrusting ass cheeks and began eating out Brian like it was his last meal on earth.
"Ah, shit, Eddie. Fan-fucking-tastic. Keep eating my ass. Yeah, that's it. Can't hold back Drew, gotta sperm this hole."
The idea of the hunky Bronco getting his seed up his backside turned the young player on even more. He reached over and grabbed Romanoski around the neck and met the massive stud in a hot kiss as his cock pumped volley after volley of his fresh jock sperm all over his torso and even onto Peyton's bedsheets.
"Fuckin' hell!" Brian shouted as his own cock blew its load, coating Brees's rectum with its slickness.
"Did you blow?" Ed asked his teammate while getting up onto his knees and positioning himself behind both Brian and Drew.
"You bet I did. Big juicy wad. Can feel it right now, wetting up my dick."
"Good. We're gonna need this boy lubed up. All right, Drew, lift your legs up onto Brian's shoulder." Drew followed Ed's instructions. He loved the feel of Brian's beefy shoulder's against his knotted calf muscle. He loved even more the extra penetration that this angle gave Brian's cock. "Mmmnh," he moaned still in an orgasmic haze.
"Good, now Brian, spread your legs. Yeah, like that, wide as you can. Pull out just a bit. A bit more. Fuck, Griese, you do have a big cock. All right, hod still. Eddie's coming home now." Deftly, McCaffrey placed his cockhead right at the ring gripping Griese's manhood. With a well-timed shove, he pushed the cock in so that both rods cleared the young jock's sphincter.
"Fucking hell!" Brees cried, perspiration beading on his forehead.
"Aw yeah!" Ed and Brian moaned in unison. Ed pushed forward until both Bronco cocks were sunk deep into the finest ass they'd experienced. Drew's hot rectal walls snapped tightly around their large dicks.
"Holy Shit!" Beuerlein groaned. "Bill, can you fucking believe this? How can this guy take that?"
Romanowski had a big shit-eating grin watching the two hunks double-dick Brees. This was the best QB Club party yet! He looked back up into the kid's face to see a battle between pain and pleasure take place across that cute jock face. "Drew's a pro, Steve, a real pro." He bent over and met Drew in another fervent wet kiss.
Feel Romanoski's mouth latched onto his and the linebacker's powerful tongue explore his oral cavity made Brees feel hot. Shit, now he could feel Brian lap at his neck while the quarterback began to slowly fuck his shit chute. He was getting the fuck of a lifetime, getting stretched like never before. It was unbelievable. Sometimes Ed and Brian would move their schlongs in unison, sometimes they would give Drew some heated dual piston action.
"Oh yeah, Bri," Ed huffed while fucking away at the sweet Drew hole. "I can feel that jizz you shot in there. Nice and thick, just the way I like it."
"Well, Jesus, Eddie, your dick's leaking so much I can feel all your juice rubbing on my cock. Oh yeah, fuck it in there, buddy."
"Oooh, nice tight ass! Sharin' it with a bud, how fucking great is this, Griese? How's the kid doin'?"
Brian grunted and shuddered, the feelings of this amazing double-fuck getting to him. He knew he could hold on a bit longer. "Drew's loving it, McCaffrey. Hard as a fucking rock." As if to emphasize the point, Brian reach down with his strong quarterback hand's and grabbed the other QB's aching eight-inch erection.
Drew didn't know what hit him. His muscles twitched everywhere and he began to see stars. Romanoski had a firm grip on his neck and a liplock on his mouth so he couldn't do much other than scream in ecstasy into the linebacker's mouthas it began.
"Christ!" Ed moaned. He was the first to feel it. Brees's rectum was doing a dance of death on his and Brian's cock. This kid was gonna nut and it was gonna be a big one. Grabbing Griese's hips, he pulled back on his fuck partner til both dicks were nearly cleared of the tight sphincter. Then with a rapid hip thrust, Ed pounded two or three inches of thick, solid Bronco meat into Brees's butt. Then again. And again. The spitfire timing and accurate placement did their job. The double-cock hammered at Drew's prostate.
"MMMHHHHMGPPPHHH!" was all the four tops heard while their beautiful bottom boy entered nirvana. Drew's angry prick throbbed in Brian's hand and convulsed as the first spray of jism shot out. The hot jock seed coated Brees' hard chest and six-pack abs, running down in streams down his tight obliques. It kept shooting out, spraying Griese and Beuerlein and Romanowski with jets of thick ropy juice. Steve reached down and scooped up as much of the manmuck as he could, lapping the pearly nectar straight from his hand. Damn, if the San Diego Charger's discharge wasn't the tastiest fuckjuice he'd sampled in a long time! Greedily, he bent down to lap at the sheen of semen covering Drew's meaty chest and got pelted by several geyser shots of jism in the process.
The quick fuck pace was too much for Brian, who threw his head back onto Ed's meaty shoulder and let loose his own second wad into Drew's well-fucked guts. He knew his already oversized cock was expanding to greater girth and length as his Bronco balls pumped out a thick, juicy load, as sizeable as his one earlier. It all felt too good: the tightness of Drew's anal walls spasming and snapping tight against the men's massive cocks, the hardness of Ed's wide-receiver dick next to his own brick-hard shaft, the knotted muscle of Drew's legs pressing tight against his chest, the harness of McCaffrey's body pressed into his back, the vacuum inside the young QB's butt that seemed to be drawing out every single sperm from Brian's stallion gonads. Brees sure had one hell of a jock ass on him!
"Yeah, Brian," Ed mumbled in heat of his fuck thrusts, "let's hose this kid down... Hot bottom jock...Showing this Brees butt a rough Bronco busting fuck... Ungh, ungh!"
It wasn't ten seconds later when McCaffrey was firing his grade-A NFL manmilk deep into Drew's upturned bottom and slickening Griese's now discharged dipstick.
"Yeah, Eddie, buddy! Sperm that ass! Our friend is getting one hell of a ride, huh?"
Ed was too wrapped up in orgasmic pleasure to answer. But he knew it sure as shit was the ride of a lifetime for HIM. Brees was one hot fuck, one Ed would do his best not to let get away. He wanted more of this ass, a LOT more. Besides, he knew it was only a matter of time before this star jock would decide to turn top, like Brian did a year ago.
It took a while for the men to recover from the heated double-fuck. When Brian and Ed extracted their semi-hard cockmeat from Drew's abused ass, the younger jock looked at the massive pole the two dicks meshed together made and made a low whistle, "Shit! I took THAT up my ass?"
Brian gave a wry smile, "What's a matter, Brees, didn't enjoy the double Bronco special?"
Brees wiped the sweat from his forehead and laughed, "Nah, man, it's not that. It was fucking fantastic. It's just... shit! Those dicks are fucking huge!"
The men all had a laugh. Steve and Bill, meantime didn't waste a moment. They wanted a taste. Hungrily, the dived down onto Brian and Ed's staffs. They lapped at the mixture of jock ass and combined Bronco cum covering both men. "Mmmnh," muttered Beuerlein, "Now to go straight to the source!" He backed off Ed's hung piece of horsemeat and began licking away at Drew's asscrack. Romanowski was only a few seconds behind him.
McCaffrey and Griese found a chair in Peyton's bedroom and sat back to enjoy the show. Round three was just beginning.
Brady and Huard made their way through Peyton's house. They had long ago shed their clothing, letting their hard Patriots dicks show proudly. Neither man would win a prize for cock size, especially among this crowd, but they had respectable pieces of pro-athlete manhood that had the advantage of being everhard and ready to fuck. Having newly arrived to the QB Club fuck fest, they wanted to sample all the action in each of the rooms before settling in with one or two gridiron hunks for the afternoon.
The first room they came across blew their mind. All they saw at first was the fine backside of Jack Plummer, his ass flexing as he thrust away at someone in front of him. As they boys entered the room, they saw lying on a desk the supine body of baseball homophobe, former Atlanta Brave John Rocker, his arms stretched behind him and his wrists handcuffed to the chair. His thighs were spread wide as he tried to wrap his legs around Plummer's hot butt, while the football top-man mercilessly reamed his ass.
"You worthless piece of shit!" Jake spat into the washed-up baseballer's face. He thrusted his cock deep into the guy's butt. "Go around talking shit, you're just as much a slut as the rest of them. Can't get enough of my football-stud manmeat, can ya Rocker?"
"Ah, no sir. Fuck me, sir!" the sweaty athlete called out. His dick was hard, achingly hard from Plummer's powerfuck.
"I bet you want me to cream your ass, shoot your hole so full of sperm you'll be leaking for days..."
"Aw, yeah, man, that's it, cum in my ass, sir, fuckin' hell!" As if to encourage Jake to shoot his wad, John spread his legs wider, hiking his ass up to meet Plummer's hard pummeling.
"Yeah, you'd like," Jake snarled, "But too bad. I'm gonna give this load to a more deserving jock, you fuckwad." With that Jake pulled out. Both Brady and Huard gasped in amazement when they saw the size of the tool that had been plugged up Rocker's rear-end. It was slender, but real long, a formidable schlong that now rose wet, hard and proud in front of Jake's terrific muscle bod. He turned to Tom and Damon. "You boys can do to this piece of shit what you want. I'm going to find a nice, hot quarterback fuck." He left the room, leaving John screaming for him.
"Come on, Jake, finish me off. You can't leave me like this... Hey guys. Brady, Huard. Why don't you boys take a ride. Fucking hot ass. Ready for your hard dicks. God, I gotta get fucked! Come on, guys! Please!"
Tom and Damon looked at Rocker splayed across the desk. That ass WAS definitely hot, a beautiful pucker surrounded by blonde hair that trailed up between Rocker's beefy legs to spread out over the guy's crotch and above a superhard dick that was leaking everywhere. But this fucker still had a lesson coming to him, so the Patriots QBs just looked at each other and shrugged, turning around to leave the room. Damon secretly considered chasing Jake down and offering his own QB ass to ream.
"Shit, guys, don't leave me. OH fuck, I need it!" The boys heard Rocker's cries all the way down the hall.
The next room was the living room, where an annual pre-season ritual took place. On the couch sat three veteran quarterbacks, John Elway, Boomer Esaison, and Dan Marino, legs spread and megacocks rising high between their thighs. In between their legs crouched three college football stars, giving their all in sucking the manmeat of their favorite idols. Brady and Huard looked around and noticed the room was filled with the hottest, most talented guys in the NCAA, most of them golden-armed quarterbacks.
Right when they walked in, Tennessee player Casey Clausen was getting a nice juicy load from Marino, who held on tightly to the young athlete's head while he pumped it out for him. Clausen sucked every drop he could from the hunk's sperm spigot, then backed off and proceeded to lick the shaft up and down. Amazingly, it hadn't lost a bit of its hardness.
The kid was so eager, Dan had to grab his face and pull him back. "Easy there, soldier. Let's give the others a go." Clausen laughed at his own overzealous horniness and stood up, giving the other men in the room a view of Marino's gigantic boner.
"All right, guys, who's next?" Dan called out. Nervously, but with a nice hardon, Boston College star Brian St. Pierre stepped up and immediately got into place. All last year, he'd been working on his technique, practicing deepthroating on his coach, some of his teammates, and even a few of the hotter guys on campus. If the studs didn't know how lucky they were to have the star quarterback fellating them, they knew the moment those fine cocksucking lips hit their meat. Brian had become a bit of a pro.
Dan was clearly enjoying the suckjob. He reclined back in the couch letting his arms spread around the veteran hunks on each side of him. Boomer was getting serviced by blonde Michigan senior John Navarre, whose kid-next-door looks got Esaison's joint leaking even before the college hunk's moist mouth was on it.
Elway, meanwhile, was getting sucked by Virginia star Matt Schaub, a 6'5" 235# stud who knew his way around a dick. Especially a piece as large and formidable as Elway's. Shit, ever since he began playing ball, Schaub admired Elway. Every day after school, he'd watched the games he'd videotaped, rewinding and re-watching every play Elway made, trying to learn his throwing technique by observation. After a couple hours, he would shuck down his shorts and grab his hard dick, whacking off a good load watching the stud throw the football. Now, here he was, invited to Peyton Manning's QB Club party and having his mouthful of Elway cock. The very thought sent the kid into orgasm, and without any hands, his cock erupted all over the carpet.
Boomer leaned over and spoke to Elway. "Hey John, hot kid you got sucking your meat."
"Yeah, Boomer, this one's a natural. Fuckin' grade-A cocksucking stud!"
"This one's not bad either," Esaison said, nodding down to Navarre who held all ten-and-a-half inches of Boomer cock deep in his gullet. "After we're done, wanna switch?" Boomer asked with a devilish grin.
"Yah, sounds hot. Wouldn't mind test-driving that Wolverine mouth." Ever since Elway had made it with teammate Brian Griese, he had a soft spot for Michigan men.
Watching this scene was a big turn on for Tom and Damon, who didn't know who to admire more, the veteran NFL-ers or the college studs on their knees. Still, there wasn't really a place for them in the action so they decided to move on.
While the Patriots twosome walked down the hallway, ahead of them a door opened and Tim Couch walked out, a big shit-eating grin on his face as he started to walk toward them.
"Hey Couch, what's up?" Brady asked. Tim's jock muscles were covered in a sheen of beaded sweat and his hair was wet and tousled from exertion. Tom could tell a freshly-fucked face when he saw one.
"Don't tell anyone, guys, but Sehorn just worked me over in there." Couch stood, hands on his hips and his muscles pumped from a hot round of sex. His hard cock still dribbled football-stud cum down its length.
"Hot session, huh?" Damon asked.
"Fucking incredible," Tim beamed. "The guy has a big, long dick. Real nice. Knows how to use it, too."
Brady had never seen a look of such happiness and utter satisfaction on Couch's face before. He knew he had to check out what Sehorn had to offer.
"Excuse me, gentlemen. I'm horny as a motherfucker right now. It's my turn to have a go." With that Brady walked over to the door of the small room and went right inside.
"I'm after you, bud!" Damon called out after him.
"You'll be waiting a while," chuckled Tim, placing his quarterback paw on Huard's shoulder. "Besides, I think you could have some fun with this baby here." He reached down with his other hand and gripped his hard meat, jerking up and down and milking even more goo out of the tip. "Whadda ya say, Huard?"
Damon looked down and gulped in hunger. "Sounds hot, Couch, only... I just gotta..."
"What, stud?"
"Man, I'm dying to taste that juice you're leaking. Ummm! Fuck!" He was already bent over and stuffing his mouth full of the Cleveland Browns star's dick.
Peyton Manning was thoroughly fucked, good and raw. His ass dripped with hot Rams cum as he walked down the hall. Jesus, he could feel the stickiness trickling down his meaty QB legs. Warner had really hosed him good. He'd been up all night and really needed a few hours sleep. True, he was feeling oversexed right now, like he always did at these parties. His dick was hard as a railspike. A couple hours shut-eye and he'd be good to go again, ready to pound some tight NFL butt.
The sight that greeted him when he opened the door of his bedroom made his Colts cock jump in horniness. On his bed Ed McCaffrey was fucking away at a prostrate Beuerlein while the big lug frame of Bill Romanowski had his linebacker paw wedged into Drew Brees's QB cunt, finger the whole with three even four of his digits at once. In between them was Brian Griese sucking on Drew's quarter-sized nipple, then alternating by sucking on the kid's dick.
"Peyt!" Brees called out, his voice cracking as he felt more of Romo's hand poke his rectum. The whole thing was almost stuffed in there now. "Where ya been?"
"Sorry, Drew, I've been tied up in the basement." Manning laughed at his own private pun.
"Fuck, Peyt, I missed ya. Get your ass over here. I want you to meet some friends of mine."
Peyton surveyed the mountain of beefy jockflesh piled on top of his bed. His especially watered at the sight of Romanowski's meaty linebacker cock and the hot fucking sight of Brees, the cutest stud he'd ever hooked up with. Sleep could wait.
"Hell yeah!" he replied. What a fucking party!