QB Club Retreat Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com)
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Quarterback Club Retreat
2
Before the Party
Jay Fiedler had been looking forward to Elway's party for a long time. He and fellow Dolphin Brian Griese had been the first guests of the morning - something that Jake Plummer kept teasing them about as the three men sat in the living room discussing the guest list. Just listing the hot studs attending got all of them boned in their sweatpants.
"What about that Palmer kid," Griese asked, referring to former USC star Carson Palmer, now on the Cincinnati Bengals.
Plummer grinned. "You bet, and he's bringing his fuckbuddy Kelly Holcomb with him."
"And you know what jockbutt chaser will be in tow, then?" Brian massaged his eager crotch in anticipation.
"Couch?" Jay asked his blue eyes hazing over in fucklust that was swelling in him.
"Yeah," Jake answered. "His career's been faltering the last year, but, man, Tim's still is the hottest guy I've met in the league. Nice piece he's got swinging between his legs too."
Jay shifted uncomfortably in his seat, giving his cock a little more room. He'd tasted Couch's cock at the last QB Club gathering and had to agree with Plummer. "Listen to us, we sound like a bunch of old maids sizing up the hunky gardener!"
"Yeah," Jake laughed. "I guess we do. Can't help it, though, I'm so fucking horny right now."
"Yeah, me too." Jay said. "Haven't been laid in two weeks."
"Two weeks?" Griese asked. Beyond his marital duties, his hunger for hard, ball-draining mansex was so intense he couldn't go more than two days without a nice, moist mouth or tight, jock ass.
"Yep. And you promised you were gonna lay off the sex, too. Save up our loads to drench the new inductees. Remember?"
Griese hung his head sheepishly, the stubble framing his angelic boy-next-door face that still peaked out from the bulked up ballplayer visage. "Come on Jay. You know me better than to take me seriously when I say shit like that."
Just then the host walked into the room, dressed only in a bathroom that still rode up a little on his massive blonde-fur coated thighs and barely tied around the waist. Matt Schaub, suffering from bedhead and exhaustian from a long night, strode in behind him, wearing a pair of Elway's Bronco training shorts.
"Hey John," Fiedler asked. "Who's the pup you've adopted there?"
Schaub blushed three shades of crimson but still he politely nodded to Griese and Fiedler. "Matt, sir. Pleasure to meet you." The young athlete shook both Brian's and Jay's hands before excusing himself to make coffee and breakfast.
"A good lookin' stud like that - who bottoms and makes coffee? Too fucking good to be true?" Fiedler asked.
"What can I say?" Elway winked. "Now Griese, come here and say hello. It's been too long, bud!"
Brian smiled as he pulled his powerful bod up off the couch and embraced his former mentor and teammate. The two men clasped in each other's strong grip, and neither wanted to pull away. Finally John pulled back and with barely a smile escaping his stern, examining face, he cocked his eyebrow at Griese.
"Tell me you haven't found the man, Bri." It was an ongoing thing between Elway and Griese; Brian was constantly saying he could find the man who'd do it for him like John did. John had been the Michigan's star's first and his sexual mentor during his tenure at the Broncos. To this day, no man on earth could push Brian's inner sexual buttons, stroke his psyche more intensely, than the senior retired ball player.
"Nah, John. You're still the man." Brian lapped at the thick QB neck, coated in the morning's blonde stubble.
"Damn straight I am," Elway laughed, untying his robe. Griese gasped as he saw the beautiful mounds of massive chest muscle, tapering down to flat, but muscular belly. The coating of blonde torso hair continued down to a thick bush at the man's crotch, foregrounding that huge, legendary Elway dick.
"Fuck!" Brian whistled as he tried to wrap his large quarterback fingers around the hard, pulsing shaft. Elway groaned as he felt Griese's palm brush over his fat, pink cockhead. Both men were turned on by the sight of Griese's fingertips unable to meet the end of his thumb as they wrapped around Elway's fuckpost.
"Come on, Bri. Show your man you still want it." John stared at Brian's unshaven, stud face as the younger athlete shivered in horniness and gulped before bending his knees and squatting down in front of the older hunk. Griese may have enjoyed his new top status - with a dick as thick and everhard as his, the number of hot, masculine guys willing to spread their buns for him was astounding. Still, Brian had to admit it, this cock was one beautiful piece of fuck flesh. He held the burning-hot poker in his hand as Elway parted his beefy legs and put his hands on his hips, expectantly. In command.
The younger QB knew the drill. First, he teased the tip with his tongue, feeling the head swell and flare to gigantic proportions while he tickled the pissslit with his expert tongue. Next, he licked the length of the shaft, appreciating its full length and massive girth. Each time he returned to the top a large bead of dick dew would be waiting for him. Brian squeezed the vascular shaft and sucked out the clear, salty man ooze that leaked from the head. Finally, he couldn't take it any more. He popped the fat helmet in his mouth and savored the width as it pushed inward. At about four inches, Griese felt his mouth completely stuffed, as the cocktip nudged his tonsils. He took a minute, sucking in to create a vacuum seal around Elway's meat, then with his right hand gripping the rigid shaft again. Fuck, he could feel that pre-cum trickle down the back of his throat.
That was the Pavlovian trigger that made the 28-year-old quarterback growl and his throat dilate. Hard, fat Bronco meat slid inward, pushing against the walls of Brian's throat, then his esophagus. He almost didn't feel the forward motion of his head, or the pressure that Elway's powerful hands were exerting on the back of his head. But when his nose rubbed against the downy blonde pubes and two large orbs of masculine power knocked against his chin, well fuck, he knew he'd done it. He was taking every damn inch of his man.
By now, Fiedler had moved next to Plummer on the couch and had Jake's long hardon in his fist, pumping up and down as the two men watched the intense reunion taking place before them.
"Hot shit, huh?" Jay asked the brown-haired stud, who'd replaced Griese's spot as top QB for the Broncos.
"You know it, big guy." He looked deeply at Fiedler, then back at the other athlete's action, before turning his head to the Miami starter again. "You know, my high school coach never told me I had shit like this to look forward to."
Both men smiled, then froze in sudden lust as their faces came crashing into each others'. Jay's hairy forearm was suddenly coated with thick globs of fresh Plummer jock spray.
When they separated and turned their heads, they saw Elway slowly extracting inch after inch of mammoth hall-of-famer cock. The giant staff gleamed with Griese's spit and with its own fuck juices it was dribbling. The minute the flange of the corona cleared the suction of Brian's liplock, a loud, wet audible plop reverberated in the room as the eyes of all four men were fixed on the meeting point between the masterful piece of cock and the mouth worshipping at its temple.
"What the fuck?" Griese wheezed as he sucked in air and tried to push forward to swallow John's meat again. The older athlete held his head steady as he swiveled his hips back, withdrawing his tool from Brian's reach.
Griese understood why when Elway turned his body and the sexiest, fullest ass he'd ever known was right in front of his face. The heat and the scent emanating from John's body drove Griese mad with lust, and with his powerful arms he reached up and gripped the stud's muscle thighs and hoisted his upper body up and forward until his mouth was wedge right into John's tight crevice.
The minute Brian's tongue touched Elway's wonderful, masculine asshole, the Dolphin QB went mad, licking and gnawing at the folds of John's inviolate topman cunt while his own body spasmed and shivered in orgasmic convulsions. Ropes of sperm flew everywhere, all over Elway's hamstrings and calves, all over the wood floor and covering his own jock body with opalescent sheen of a class-A man load.
"Yeah, Bri, that butthole always gets you off," Elway growled as he reached back and held Griese's face tight against his butthole, grinding the stud's tongue against his nether pleasure zone. "But get that tongue back up in there. Daddy's gonna blow."
True to his word, Elway's cock shot out with an impressive rain of cocksnot, shooting up and across the room. Plummer wondered if this was Elway's first load of the day.
After Elway finished nutting, Fiedler spoke up. "Man, I gotta go piss bad. Brian wouldn't let me stop on the way here, he was so boned to see you guys."
"Fuck you, Fiedler, you were the one speeding here." Brian called out, resting back on his haunches with ropes of cum dripping down his hardon and his face coated in spit and succulent Elway juices.
"Well," Jake spoke up. "Bryan Barker's in the shower and Collins is, um, giving him a hand with those hard to reach places. So you can't use that bathroom, but there's on in the back of the place in the bedroom."
"Yeah," Elway seconded, pulling his spent but still rockhard down perpindicular to his abs, then letting loose, flinging more drops of juice onto Griese's chest. "just don't be surprised if you find a tight end sprawled out on the bed."
"That wouldn't be such a tragic thing, would it, guys?" Fiedler called out as he walked toward the back of the house. He tried to think of five hundred things besides men to will his hardon down so he would be able to piss.
"Five bucks says he's not gonna make it past the bedroom," Jake said as he stood up, dick still standing up from his unzipped jeans. He was hard and overheated now, and his cock twitched as he stepped up to the still kneeling Griese. "Not with the ass that that Miller kid has on him." His dickhead speared past Brian's wet, parted lips and into the warmth and softness of one stud jock mouth.
"If you excuse me gentlemen, I'm gonna check on breakfast," Elway announced, leaving his robe open and his still hard megadick waving proudly as he walked toward the kitchen. He hoped Schaub was up for a quick, hard fuck.
Heath Miller lifted his tired, beefy body out of John Elway's king sized bed. The others must have gotten up already, he thought as he examined the rumpled sheets on the bed, coated in stray body hairs and splotched with dried semen. Absently, the jock ran a hand up and down the length of his smooth, muscled torso, which itself was caked in hard, white cum deposits. As his thick, tight end fingers rubbed and twisted his elastic nipple, bits of the crusty dried sperm flaked off.
"Jesus, that was one hell of a night," Miller muttered. The weekend was just starting but already he was really glad his teammate and buddy Matt Schaub had brought him here.
The footballer picked up his Virginia ballcap. He always felt naked without it. Placing the well-worn hat on his, he hobbled into the master bathroom to take a nice, relaxing bath. Just what he needed after the hard fucking he'd given and received last night.
The hot water felt good on his skin, as he soaped up the muscles still tired from the week's practices and definitely sore from a night of athletic sex. His buddy Matt had nearly worn him out, as Miller tried to keep up with ever swivel of the QB's butt with his own hard pounding fuckthrust. Shit, at one point, Heath had Matt impaled on his cock, holding his friend's weight while they fucked and while John shoved three large fingers up Miller's butthole. Matt turned up the heat, bouncing up and down against Heath's crotch, shouting in his deep voice a filthy string of expletives urging the tight end to pound him harder. Heath could tell that sex would add a new level of friendly competition to their training and endurance conditioning.
Lathering up the soap, he massaged and cleaned every inch of his body, kneading the tense muscle fiber and taking time to tease his eraser-nub nipples or chest hair. He thought of Elway, how he'd never seen a cock as big as that, much less did he ever imagine getting fucked by one. His rectum still felt tingly, half-numb and well-fucked this morning. Gently, Heath's index finger pulled at the elastic ring guarding his inner sanctum, stretching the puckered ring out and teasing the sensitive tissue between the outer ring and the sphincter . Then it poked in.
His finger pushed through the tight wet heat and prodded the insides of his guts. He thought back to last night's fuck as he searched for the sensitive walnut-sized gland just beneath his anal lining. When he touched the pulsing buttnut, a loud "whack" added to his heavy breathing as Miller's hardon smacked hard and rigid against his wet abs.
Miller took out his finger, soaping it up for more lubrication, then pushed it in harder, deeper. Just as he held his hand tight between his thighs, a tall, bulky athlete suddenly walked into the bathroom. It was Fiedler.
The Miami QB stopped dead in his tracks when he saw the gorgeous hunk reclining in the tub, nude except for his white ball cap. This guy was definitely a college player, one with an incredible, thick-muscled body. Fiedler was turned on by the sight, but also felt intrusive interrupting what clearly was a private self-pleasuring session. "Oh, whoops, sorry man. I didn't know anyone was in here."
Miller extracted his hand from its position diddling his butthole but couldn't do anything about the thick, hard fuckstaff signalling his horned up state. "No problem. Just sitting here relaxing."
Jay's dick was plumping out in his shorts, tenting out the front, but he absolutely had to relieve himself before his cock got too hard. "Mind if I take a piss, bud? I gotta go bad."
"Don't mind me." The tight end leaned back in the tub, and but didn't take his eyes off Fiedler. Miller had a full profile view of the pro star and examined the man with appreciation: the 6'2" 225 pound quarterback was clearly built with nothing but muscle, yet he had a leander, trimmer frame than a lot of the other pro ball players, even the other quarterbacks like Elway or Collins. Miller was even impressed with Fiedler's legs, lithe powerful legs that were covered in soft light brown hairs, growing thicker as his thighs swelled in muscular width just as they disappeared beneath the edge of his shorts.
The main attraction was revealed when Fiedler hooked his thumbs in the front of his shorts and tugged the waistband down. A long, full hose of a dick snapped out, filling out in the coolish mountain resort air that filled the house. Miller watched intently as the round, reddish cocklips parted and a fierece stream of yellow urine shot forth from the slit, straight into the toilet bowl beside him.
Jay just stared at the kid in the tub, admiring his young face, his beefy build, and getting off on the obvious fascination that Miller had for his cock. Heath's cock was throbbing violently now, an angry red seven inch shaft beating against his stomach with every horny heartbeat. Jay smiled and felt his cock growing, lengthening and growing more rigid as he continued to release his built up piss.
Miller's eyes were wide in lust as that cock grew longer and longer. He couldn't believe that it didn't stop, but just kept lengthening until the flow of urine was strangled into a trickle then stopped. Both men knew that Fiedler was getting too hard to piss. That long, beautiful cock stood up tall from the dense brown bush of his crotch.
Silently, Jay shucked down his shorts then kicked them off. He was still wearing his cross-training running shoes, but he wasn't going to take the time to remove them. He couldn't give a fuck, actually, about anything other than the sexiest college player he'd run across in a long time. Stepping into the tub, he straddled Miller's burly chest, taking a second to feel the chest hair coming in and to tease the erect, slippery nipples. Then, with determination and self-control, he gripped the sides of Miller's head, holding onto the back of the athlete's ears as he pushed his cock right in.
He didn't waste time. Jay fed his meat, long and hard, until it wedged itself into the tightness of Heath's gullet. He held one Mississippi second, then extracted the whole obscene length. Miller sucked in a deep breath, then Jay fucked his cock in again.
"Yeah, kid. Swallow that fucker," he growled then swiveled back. He could tell which he liked better, Miller's college lineman throat or the young man's hot breath tickling his erect cock as it hovered just millimeters away from perfect, wet lips.
Fiedler was about to thrust his hard meat back in when he looked over his shoulder. The kid was boned with a nice, thick fat erection. It had been a while since Jay had sat on a beauty like that. Leaning back, he reached down and gripped the wet tool with his throwing hand. Miller shuddered and grunted as Fiedler's fingers closed around the cock's girth.
"Hand me the soap, kid."
Miller obeyed, handing a bar to the stud pro quarterback, who lathered up a nice, thick foam in his hands. Reaching behind again, he slicked up Miller's aching, rigid piece with the suds.
"Feels good," the tight end was about to say, only his words were eclipsed by moans as his meat nestled in Fiedler's crack and, in one swift moment, penetrated his mancunt.
When his eyes snapped back open, Fiedler's muscular frame was sinking slowly down toward Miller's taut stomach. "Yeah kid," Jay grunted, "you got a nice thick one. You're stretching out my hole more than it's ever been stretched you know?"
Miller swallowed the spit that was collecting in his mouth. "Jesus, I can't believe I'm fucking Jay Fiedler. Oh God!" He almost shot, but gripped the edge of the tub tightly and shut his eyes as he came down from the intense high.
Fiedler laughed, then in a slow deliberate motion, began riding Miller's heavy cock. "Yeah, feels fucking incredible man." He used his powerful leg muscles to squat down, then lift himself up. As the two men worked their sexual sensations higher and higher, Jay started pivoting his hips so that his bubble ass ground into Miller's crotch on each down stroke. Both men appreciated the deeper penetration.
"That's it," Heath moaned, now really getting into the incredibly hot scene of topping a big star like Fiedler. "Sit on my big fat dick, man. Open that ass and work more of Heath into you, you big stud. Big pro stud getting off on having his cunt stuffed full of Cavalier cock."
"Damn right, you fucker. You're a big guy, filling me up good. I'm gonna have to ride this baby all week, if you'll let me. God, I can even feel your bull balls. Shit, they're getting ready to spray aren't they, kid?"
"Yeah, I'll let sit on my fat one, stud. After the induction ceremony, I'm gonna sit back and you're gonna sit on this puppy again. Right in front of your buddies. Show those men how Fiedler rides a college boy cock..."
"Yes, sirree..." Fiedler groaned, his cock standing wet and rigid and his mind getting lost in the fucktalk and the anal pleasure spreading through his athletic body. "Gonna straddle you right the fuck in front of everyone coming here. Let them watch a big-dicked college jock breed my quarterback ass."
"Goddamn, it's been a while since you put out, huh, stud? The longer they hold out, the harder they want it." With that, Miller pushed his hips up to match Fiedler's downstroke.
Jay's groan was swallowed by the surge of fuck pleasure coursing through him.
"Fuck! That's it, kid. Nail my soft spot. Yeah, goddamn!"
Miller took control now. Grabbing Fiedler's meaty hips, he pummeled his cock in and out of the tight pro-player hole, relentless pounding hard, fast and deep. The fuck thrusts were making the bathwater splash around the men.
"Yeah, stud, take that cock. Your buddy's gonna fuck you off."
Within seconds, Heath's prediction came true as Jay's extralong prick surged and sprayed hot jock seed all over Miller's overheated body. The first three shots pelted his face directly, coating his unshaven visage with pearly bittersweet juice.
The minute Heath's tongue reached out and touch a large glob of man spew, he lost it. The hot, tight friction of his thrusting cock all of a sudden became a smooth glide as his ball batter emptied high and deep into Fiedler's guts.