QB CLUB BOTTOM PARTY Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com)
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QB Club Bottom Party Bill Drake
More action from the NFL boys and their guests, after the end of last season.
pt. 2
FRUSTRATION
At that moment, Jordy Nelson was choking back his grunts as Sean stuck his meaty tongue inside his tight Packers pucker. The sensations of two weeks ago were coming back to him. His last rim job. A meet-and-greet in one of the corporate boxes after the game. Some tall, big-boned dark-haired Corporate Guy, Jordy already forgot his name, was giving the receiver the eye, surreptitiously at first but bolder as soon as he noticed Nelson return his vibes. An hour later the two were tangoing in a Marriott room.
Nelson would never admit this aloud, but Lee was a better asseater than Rodgers. Nice tonguework, real intense, knew his way around a smooth-shaved hole.
Suddenly Sean stopped and flipped over, lifting his legs and revealing his hair-dusted crack and pucker. "All right buddy. Your turn to do me." The Packers star didn't feel he was a skilled asseater but he decided just to go for it. A tentative swipe of the tongue, then another. Not so bad. He could do this. Gripping Sean's muscle cheeks, he held the man's hips steady and started licking and munching every exposed centimeter between the Cowboys star's nutsac and cleft. He must have been doing something right, cause his new buddy urged him on.
After about fifteen minutes of ass munching, Nelson couldn't take any more. "My turn now," he breathed, his chin now wet with saliva and his handsome face communicating need.
Sean smiled and flipped positions. "Tell me about your last fuck," he ordered as he lowered his mouth to Jordy's hungry hole. When his tongue made contact both men moaned.
"Oh fuck, that's good, bud. So, my last fuck, huh? Some business dude from Chicago... tall, 30-something married guy, big dick..."
Sean pulled back and spit on the hole, watching the pucker dilate and practically suck his spittle inside. "Yeah? I would have thought you'd be into something kinkier, stud," he teased before jamming his outstretched oral muscle back inside his bottom buddy.
"Yeah, I am. I mean, we have this thing, where..." Jordy didn't know if he should admit this. "The guy's real fucking rich and he has this thing about buying men for pleasure. So he pays me each time. I'm... I'm his whore." His body shook, both at the nastiness of what he was saying and the sensations of Lee's expert tonguework, the tip now fluttering tauntingly against his sensitive inner flesh. Jordy was guessing the rumors of how Lee stayed on Jason Garrett's good side were true. "I get off on it, too," he finally added, relieved to be able to admit it.
Sean crawled up onto Jordy's nude body, his extra twenty pounds weighing on him as they met in a wet kiss. "I'll bet buddy. That's one hot scene, I never even thought of that." the two kissed again as their crotches humped together. Sean was real turned on and getting close. "We're just a bunch of NFL whores aren't we?" And with a rough grunt, he held on tightly to Jordy's meaty shoulders as his rigid, reddened cock fired its jets of hot semen onto his buddy's blond body fur. "Fuck!" he swore as his orgasm continued longer than normal and his body shook in aftershocks. Jordy looked up at him with a goofy grin, until Sean's lips pressed against his.
Sean felt Jordy's own cock twitch against his spent one, communicating its need. Slowly, sensually, he eased his big body up on Jordy's to ride his waist, rubbing his lubed asstrench up and down that bare shaft, which quivered as its head touched Lee's sensitive spit-wet pucker..
"Dude... Sean... I only bottom."
But Sean wasn't listening. Holding Jordy's upper body steady he lowered his asshole onto the hard rod, penetrating his meaty buns with Packers' cock.
"Fuck!" he hissed, "So good. Sorry, buddy I gotta off again, gotta have a cock in me. Been too long." Eagerly he started bouncing up and down and pretty soon both men were really getting into it, a real man-to-man fuck session.
Before Jordy knew it, he was ejaculating inside Lee's hot ass, his first top orgasm ever, and the sensations took him by surprise, as he felt Sean's hot semen rain on his chest.
THE COMMENTARY
A couple of miles away, Aaron Rodgers had to pull his hand off his slick, aching cock. He'd been watching the hidden cameras around compound on closed-circuit TV and wanted to come SO bad.
"See Kaepernick, I told you it would work."
"Maybe," the San Francisco QB star said. His tattooed body was slicked with baby oil from the massage Kirk Herbstrait had just given him in the adjoining room. He normally wasn't into older dudes, but he had to admit the College Gameday host was the main reason he watched college ball these days. So when Kirk had oiled up Colin's eight-and-a-halfer and sat right down on it, Kaep just went with all the blond-daddy-fucking fantasies he had til he spermed Kirk's furry hole. Now, not twenty minutes later his bone was recharged and standing straight up. This CCTV footage was smoking hot. "It's not been ten hours yet."
"Never thought Jordy would top," Aaron said as he leaned back and let his prick dribble clear juice. "Dude's as hungry as a power bottom as they come."
"Not as hungry as Lee, that slut," Russell Wilson replied, finally rolling down his Seahawks sweatpants down his long powerful legs and showing off his very long brown QB cock, which dripped steadily as he watched the two bottoms go at it on screen. "Who you think is next?"
Rodgers thought a minute. "JJ Watt. Dude's a real horndog, I can see him going for a turn on top."
"I'm thinking Smith," Kaepernick said of his former teammate. "It's the smaller guys you gotta watch out for."
Wilson hawked a palmful of spit and started stroking his bone. "You get jealous, A? You know, watching Jordy with another guy?"
"A little," the quarterback admitted. "But it's real hot, too. Man, guys, I don't think I can hold off my load much longer."
"You into daddies?" Kaepernick piped in.
"Not usually," Aaron said. "What you got in mind?"
"In the next room. There are a couple of veteran sports reporters really fucking good at their job."
"Their job?"
"Yeah. Blowing pro players," Colin laughed, his rod twitching.
Aaron thought a second and nodded. "Nah, I'm good." He wanted to hold off for Jordy's over-primed hole.
Russell wheeled back his chair and stood up, kicking off his sweatpants. "Fuck it, I'm game."
He and Kaepernick got up and walked to the next room, where on a couch Rich Gannon and Kevin Burkhardt were watching the CCTV feed and jerking off.
Rich looked up at the two players and from the size and rigidity of their erections recognized their need immediately. "You need some relief fellas?" he asked.
"Yes. And how," Wilson said, and smiled as he walked toward the men, his hard prick swaying firmly with each step. The afternoon of watching the video feed had made him hornier than he could recall.
Kevin patted his knees and scooted up to the couch edge. "Step right up big guy."
Russell sank into Burkhardt's regular-dude mouth and let out a satisfied groan before gripping the man's light brown hair. Colin was right, the dude was really good at this, and if Kaepernick's moans next to him were any indication, Gannon was just as talented.
REINFORCEMENT
JJ Watt was the last to arrive in the fourth cabin on the compound, and when he entered the main den, he saw about a few of the beefiest guys in the league, mostly defensive players: Colts offensive guard Todd Herremans and three tight ends, the Kansas City Chiefs' Travis Kelce, the Ravens' Dennis Pitta, and the Eagles' Zach Ertz. The men were already in a state of undress and were fooling around lazily, stroking, licking, sucking and probing each other, while their defensive end buddy, Ravens' Chris Canty sat in an easy chair and stroked his giant rod.
"JJ, you made it!" Herremans said as Ertz and Pitta each were doing duty sucking Todd's vascular nipples and Kelce was between Herremans' legs sucking and munching hungrily at that beefy-jock hole. "Aw that's it, Trav," he exclaimed as his rimmer dug in deeper with his tongue. "You're as good as your big bro."
"Got any room for me, fellas?" JJ said as he stripped down, revealing his big blond body. As he scrambled onto all fours, facing away from the men, Ertz made his way and started tonguing the fresh meat of the parted cheeks, licking all up and down that blond crack.
"Hell yeah," Watt groaned, feeling Zach's saliva drip down his furry crevice and down to his nuts.
"Fuck that's tasty," Zach swore as he pulled his face out between JJ Watt's meaty buns. The defensive end was a big man, with nearly 290 pounds of bulk on him, but if anything the huge mass was a turnon for the other players in the room.
"Wait," Ertz finally said as he leaned back pushed his finger into Watt's rubber-elastic hole. He marveled at the sight of the ring practically swallowing his digit. As he pushed in, creamy-white fluid spurted out around his finger.
"Holy fuck, Watt! You been fucked already."
The defensive player smiled and leaned back on the couch, his legs spreading lewdly and his rectum enjoying the hand massage. "Yah. Couldn't wait. Met a few guys at Houston airport. Marines coming back from deployment. Horny buggers. They took turns in the men's room stall."
Watt grinned as he reminisced about the encounter. Six marines, obviously star struck at meeting the player. One of the bigger guys struck up a conversation. Turns out they have a lieutenant a dead ringer for Watt they nickname JJ.
"And then there was the driver."
"Really? Fuck!" Pitta swore.
"Yep. Don't know last time I met a guy that horny. Dude just climbed on me and got his nut in like forty seconds flat."
"Lucky bastard," Herremans said. "I tried to get mine to give me a quickie in the back of that SUV, but the fucker he said he couldn't."
Ertz's long fingers were really digging in now, scooping out the sperm deposit and pulling the cum straight into his own sucking mouth. "Aw, fuck," he groaned, savoring the taste as he watched a trail of white juice ooze down JJ's blonde furry perineum. He watched in fascination then, scooped up the dripping marine sperm and wiped it up to the edge of JJ's hole and pushed it right back in.
"Fuck!" Watt hissed. "I feel so fucking full."
"Dude, let me have some," Canty urged, practically pushing Ertz out of the way. He tongue lapped at Watt's hole, which now dripped semen into the guy's mouth, one defensive end to another. The sight was obscene, two giant men, Dennis large black athletic body at 6'7" and topping 320 pounds a more than adequate match for JJ's 6'5" 289 pound magazine cover-ready bod.
"Want some more, Cant?" Watt asked lewdly and then bore down on his guts so that a thick spurt of ass jizz flooded his fuck bud's craw. It made Canty choke temporarily but almost immediately he was hungrily gulping the precious sperm down.
"Fuck, I want some," Todd cried. "Same some for me, JJ."
Watt leaned up and looked over at his Colts buddy. "Seven loads in me, dude, I still got some for ya." With athletic grace he stood up and sauntered over to Herremans. The guys servicing him made room. Watt grinned and backed his beefy ass right onto Todd's waiting mouth. Herremans tongued his fluttering hole excitedly, teasing his buddy and urging him to feed him some jizz.
JJ put his hands on his thighs and contracted his muscles. With a loud grunt, his ass let loose with more buried semen. Todd groaned in happiness and surprise but he was also overwhelmed by the cascade of sperm into his mouth and on his face. The flavor was definitely a mixture of multiple men. Salty, musky, sweet, bitter. Watery-thin, velvety-smooth, and chunky all at the same time. It made Herremans' fireplug prick surge achingly on his hairy belly. Especially now that Kelce was back down there, tonguing his nuts.
The sensations were too much and Todd had to hold on to JJ's massive quads to steady himself as his own burly body racked and shook in orgasm. Herremens was always a loud cummer and this was no exception, his deep bellowy voice shouting out in the room.
"I'm afraid that's the last of it, big guy," JJ announced, feeling he'd expelled all his internal deposit. As he stepped back up and away he saw Pitta and Ertz swoop into lick jizz off Herremans' scruffy face, battling tongues with the big guard as they all fed off the sexual feedback loop.
"Where are we gonna get more?" Canty asked. "I thought they'd be here by now."
"Me, too," Zach said, trying to keep a little semen in the front of his mouth to have the taste last a while. "I heard Peyton would be here. Manziel too."
"Johnny Goodtimes?" Pitta said. "I heard that guy's a real douchebag."
"You have your type, and I have mine," Ertz said proudly. "Besides, I'd sit on any hard top dick at this point. God, I need to get fucked."
"Me, too," Kelce, licking Herremans' beefy cock. Looking up at its owner, he said. "Sure you don't wanna fuck me, Todd?"
"Naw, bud, not my thing. Besides I wouldn't be able to do you right. We need some tops here stat." He thought for a second. "It's not the same thing, guys, but if you're interested, I brought some toys with me."
"Go get 'em, Herremans," JJ said, his hole now feeling empty now that he'd lost the marine jizz he'd held in all afternoon.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
"How much longer we gotta wait?" Peyton asked as he leaned back in the sofa and stared at the big screen TV. Normally he was as patient a top as they come but watching the men and hearing their mic-ed conversation was getting to be too much for him.
"I dunno. Another half hour?" hunky Cardinals QB Drew Stanton said. "I wanna see how far they go." He picked up the remote and changed the feed. Now he and Manning were watching a feed from a basement gym and the sight made him wonder if he could wait it out another 30 minutes. "Damn," he swore. "Why don't you go fetch Owen?" he said, referring to Peyton's teammate Daniels. "I got one hell of a load to pound out."
JOCK TALK
Arthur Lynch leaned back in the swivel chair while watching the screen. Between his spread legs rose a giant scepter of tight end cock, rigid and dripping at 11 fat inches with a pair of large nuts attached in a low hanging sac. It was his endowment that had made him such a star across the league, even if his ballplaying career had been sidelined by injury in the pros. On the upper half of his body was a trophy of all his NFL conquests, a faded and stretched Georgia Bulldogs T-shirt, splotched and stained with the dried remnants of a good fifty-plus cumloads, ejaculated by his bottoms while riding Lynch's massive stick.
It gave him an ego boost every time he put on the shirt and felt the crusty deposits, but not as much of an ego boost as hearing the conversation from the screen. On the TV, three Kansas City Chiefs quarterbacks were sitting in a circle, nude except for red Chiefs practice shorts tented with hard bottom cock. The three were trading soft, sensual kisses, almost romantic in the way they'd take turns and take their time and run their ball-throwing hands softly over each other's exposed muscle. Almost giggling in deep quiet voices, they talked about their first time getting fucked.
"When did you lose your cherry Chase?" Alex Smith asked, a goofy expression in his bearded face.
"Maybe I shouldn't say," the beefy-built 6-foto, 225-pound ex-Mizzou QB chuckled. "I was kinda young. Coach Wilton. I kinda crushed out big on the man. A fucking cliche, I now, but you know how it is with your first one."
Smith muttered, "hot, dude," before leaning forward and giving a bottom-bud kiss to Daniel. He broke off with an impish look. "Though I gotta admit... my first boning was anon... never even knew the guy's name."
"No shit?" Aaron Murray asked, his 6-and-a-halfer leaking like mad in his shorts. He was ready to get fucked BAD.
"For real," Alex swore. "After a big game sophomore year. We lost but played our heart out. Some well-connected alum came up to me afterward and said he wanted to thank me personally. You know, Mormon businessman type, tall, strapping, clean-cut looking dude. The whole time we were talking I felt there was something else going on, you know? And sure enough when I got dressed and was leaving I found him waiting, seeing if he could offer me a ride. I lost my cherry in the back of that man's SUV, next to all his son's baseball gear."
Chase wiggled out of his shorts, he just had to free his aching erection. "Dude, I didn't know you're so wild."
Alex laughed. "Ha, sometimes I suppose. I guess I just need a good top to bring it out in me." He turned to Aaron. "What about you, Murray? Who was your first?"
Aaron smiled and blushed. "Arthur Lynch. Sophomore year..."
Chase interrupted. "Wait, I thought you guys were still a thing."
The ex-Bulldog QB nodded. "We are. Not exclusive. Arty likes to sow his oats. But we have this thing were... well, when he made me his property." Aaron stood up and pulled down his shorts, showing a tattoo of initials, A.L., on the inside of his right cheek.
"Wow," Alex said. Chase let out a whistle of appreciation.
Aaron kicked off the shorts, sitting back down, his hardon poking up. "Yeah, so the dude kind of owns me now. I get hot every time I think about it, actually."
Alex clapped his teammate on the shoulder. "You lucky dog. I hear the guy's hung like a stallion." Aaron nodded in confirmation which made Smith let out an exclamation. "Fuck!" he said softly, now peeling off his own shorts and reaching down to his too-long neglected hole.
Chase started to say something, then stopped himself, before going ahead. "Aaron buddy, tell me if I'm out of line, but if you guys are ever open to a third... well I'd be fucking honored."
Aaron got a grin. "Lynch likes bottoms who can share., buddy. You, too, Smith. Arty keeps talking about how good your taut ass looks in white football pants."
"Damn, I wish he was here now," Alex said, "Boning all three of us, taking turns."
It was more than Arthur Lynch he could take, sitting in the cabin a mile away. "Fuck it, fellas, I gotta go over there. Now. Who's coming with me?"
Flacco stood up. "Me. I gotta bust a nut soon." He started to pull back on his sweats but figure why? The two climbed into an SUV and headed off to the cabin.
FOX IN THE HENHOUSE
Chase Daniel was inspecting Alex Smith's tight ass hole close up when they heard the front door opening
"Man, is that them?" Alex said. "Finally!"
Only it wasn't Arthur Lynch or any of the pro players. The three Chiefs players watched as the chauffeur who'd driven them up walked through the front door. He'd removed his shirt and had a magnificent, hairy chest of an ordinary but fit man. In his right hand was a large tube of lubricant.
"Mr. Murray," he said, respectfully, "I'm probably gonna lose my job for this but I can't stop thinking about it and know I'd hate it if I passed on the chance."
Aaron Murray looked over at his buddies who were smirking at the athlete crush this man clearly had.
The man walked into the room and it was as if he was just noticing Alex and Chase. "Oh hello, Mr. Smith and Mr. Daniel. sorry to interrupt you guys."
"It's OK," Alex said. "Come on in."
"Yeah," Chase piped in, "but you gotta strip down if you want to join us."
The driver smiled and undid his jeans, peeling them off as fast as he could. He'd been erect the last few hours and his cock was dripping wet.
"Nice!" Aaron let out when he saw the larger-than-average fat piece this man was sporting.
The man stood up and stepped into the den, chest puffed out a little in pride. "You like it, Mr. Murray?"
Aaron scrambled into place in front of the man and took his fat cock into his mouth.
"Oh fuck, that's good. Real good suck, Mr. Murray. But... only I don't wanna get off that way." He pushed Aaron off and watched in satisfaction as the QB got a look of horniness on him, thrilled to be taken control off. "I want you on all fours, Aaron," the man said, eager to play out the fantasies he'd entertained for so long and getting more confidence in the situation, particularly when he saw Aaron comply, flipping over and facing away. "I'm gonna fuck you like a doggy in front of your buddies." He plopped down behind the man and plopped the lid of the lube. He squirted a good dollop and pressed inside the tight hole with his fat fingers. "I'm gonna mount and breed ya like a bitch. You want that Murray? Wanna be my bitch?"
Aaron blushed. He wasn't sure he wanted his buddies to see him slut out like this. But the sex talk was pushing ALL his buttons. He spread his legs and let the lubey fingers prod deeper as he twerked his cheeks against the invading digits. "Fuck yeah," he moaned. "Big dick gonna make me a bitch for ya. Oof!"
The man had penetrated. Not all at once but with insistent push inside. And he was big, felt bigger now that it was boring inside him. Murray felt ashamed, he was Arthur's property but now he had some dude whose name he didn't know penetrating him, making him say submissive things. But if he thought Alex and Chase would judge him poorly, he was wrong. A look up saw the two men looking on in excitement, and anticipation. Aaron recognized the look. They wanted a turn next.