From: scoffinator69
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Championship Celebrations 2020
Chapter 2: Packed in Frisco
Prologue
Aaron Rodgers was feeling a bit fidgety. It seemed like he had been waiting for hours, instead of minutes, for Jimmy Garappolo to get here, and that coupled with the still stinging loss set his mind racing. He knew the drill, of course. The Niner's signal caller was probably only just finished with his post game presser, and would probably end up having to wade through some other well wishers before he could make his way to the designated meeting spot, still the Packer's vet couldn't keep his legs still as he sat here in this odd, stuffy little weight room annex deep inside Levi Stadium.
Of course it didn't help matters that, while he knew the reason the two were meeting up, he had no idea how exactly it was going to go down when it actually happened. Any other guy in the league would have laid it all out on the line, hell, he himself had for his end of the bet, but Jimmy? Jimmy was cryptic about it, only promising no blood, no lasting pain, only strictly one on one, and that Aaron would like it. Rodgers had since racked his brain trying to recall any overheard info about Garappolo's interests, but the only ones he could come up with were contradictory at best.
The Packers legend would have liked to say that the not knowing was upsetting, and maybe it even was in some ways, but the dull pulsing swell of his cock reminded him it was not upsetting enough to try to back out of whatever the 28 year old stud had in store for the 38 year old vet.
That feeling was confirmed even more as Rodgers jerked his head up as he heard the door opening less than 10 feet away from him.
A split second of regret, coupled with the unusual feeling of submissiveness, rocked through him as he saw Jimmy enter the room wearing the newly debuted NFC Championship t-shirt and cap emblazoned with the Niners logo and colors.
Part 1
For his part, Jimmy Garappolo was glad to see that Aaron Rodgers had followed his instructions to the letter. Gray sweatpants, check. Compression tee, check. Bare feet, also check. And while he had expected the older dude to be pacing the room, he was even sitting on the incline bench as requested. The Niner also liked the way the Packer could not quite keep his eyes from flicking down to the younger man's crotch every few seconds. A fully packed crotch that Jimmy knew looked impressive in his own mesh shorts.
Taking the last few steps to close the distance between them, Jimmy also noticed the the bulging crotch of his prey as Aaron spread his legs slightly to make room for the younger man. Leaning down slightly, he dropped the bag he was carrying beside the bench, brushed the back of his throwing hand lightly along the sweats of his vanquished opponent and licked suddenly and strongly along the pulsing carotid of the man sitting before him. In the split second that his tongue met Aaron's earlobe, he snapped the leg rests of the incline bench apart and calmly pushed his fellow quarterback against the backrest before clamping his hands around the powerful thighs of Aaron fucking Rodgers.
"Trust me, Aaron. We are both gonna enjoy the living hell out of this!"
The statement was simple, calm and direct, the deep, powerful kiss that followed was anything but.
After a brief shock, Rodgers responded to the kiss with a hunger that surprised and consumed him. Still he somehow managed to keep enough presence of mind to lift his ass slightly, allowing Jimmy to pull his sweats down and off, even as the two mens tongues wrestled wildly against the others.
The Packer stud didn't, however, have the presence of mind to realize that the Niner was shifting him into just the right position until the second of the straps holding his calves now tight against the frame of the weight machine was in place. Aaron tried to jerk forward and up, desperate to push Jimmy away from him, but the younger man's hand simply splayed against his chest and pushed him back against the seat back.
"I promise you are gonna love this, man. Just let yourself go with it."
Jimmy smiled as he felt Aaron's body slowly relax and lean back on it's own volition. He leered when Aaron lifted his arms reflexively to allow for the removal of his shirt. His cock sprang to full, aching hardness in his shorts as the older quarterback actually gripped the legs of the bench, allowing his arms to be strapped up match his legs. Garappolo clamped his lips tight around Rodgers' furry pec, lightly grazing his teeth along the nipple for a few seconds before moving farther up to nip and pull at the older stud's full beard, to kiss him hard and deep once again, even as he slipped the last leather band into place around the Packer's chest. The inch wide, custom leather harness fit perfectly, the two cold, silver rings framing the nipples perfectly as Jimmy lowered his head back down to work them over, each in turn, drawing subtle moans and gasps from the man now at his complete mercy.
Aaron Rodgers nearly sobbed when Jimmy Garappolo pulled up and away to stand before him, but that was quickly replaced by deep lusty gulps of air as the Packer drank in the sight of the Niner before him.
Jimmy stripped off his t-shirt, but made sure the hat was back perfectly in place as he looked down at Aaron, kicking his flip flops off before running his fingertips teasingly along the waistline of his mesh shorts before starting to slowly lower them. Grinning widely at the fact that every shred of the Packers attention was focused on his midsection as he bent slightly before letting the shorts drop and pool around his ankles, stepping quickly out of them and taking the two steps back to stand between Aaron's bound and spread legs.
The 38 year old leered, drooling, at the packed crotch of the 28 year old before him. Just like the famous picture from his pro-day, except now the compression shorts were packed with an obviously rock hard (and huge) cock. A hint of dampness glistened on the fabric where the tip rested well across the studs upper thigh. Rodgers was at once glad that he had taken the initiative to do some pre hook-up prep, and anxious at the knowledge that it was absolutely not going to be enough for the task at hand. Jimmy's throwing hand came into view, cupping at the mound of lycra clad cockmeat, making the scene that much more obscene, before slipping his fingers in along the sides of his hips and slipping the shorts lower. Rodgers watched, rapt, as Garappolo twisted his body slightly, revealing more and more of the curve of his muscular ass, pushing the length of his cock farther and farther out and then down before it broke free of the waistband and slapped hard against his smooth, cut abs, the light in the room clearly catching the splash of pre-cum breaking away from the prominent cut cock head.
Aaron felt his cock pulse, still encased in his own compression shorts, even as he felt his sphincter clamp down tight in a mixture of fear and desire. He felt nearly sure that both his and Jimmy's cocks were pulsing in unison, and also in time with the slow sure steps Jimmy took around to the side of the bench as Aaron's head twisted around to follow, seemingly unwilling to let the jock meat out of his sight for even a second.
As he watched the younger man move ever closer to him, Aaron didn't even realize his lips had parted, or that his tongue had slipped between them until the first sweet contact with the pre-cum leaking head of Jimmy Garappolo's hot cock. Instinctively shifting over to breathe through his nose, Rodgers let slip a long, desperate sigh as more and more of Jimmy's cock slipped further and further into his mouth. The hard, hot flesh of the veiny shaft seeming to sizzle along his tongue as he began working his tongue and throat muscles, uncharacteristically eager to pleasure the younger man who's arm and talent had vanquished him on the field.
Jimmy took it slow. Slipping in deeply enough to nearly make the older man gag before shifting slightly back, almost as if it were a training exercise and not the start of a serious jock rutting. It was, after all, going to be the only first time he would ever throat fuck Aaron FUCKING Rodgers. Still, he was a bit surprised by how quickly he felt that bushy, wiry beard tickling his nut sack, and especially at how long he could stay buried there before he had to pull back to keep Aaron from choking on his length. All the while he held his smiling gaze directed at Aaron, smiling even more broadly, thrusting inward just a little more sharply when Aaron finally got over his embarrassment enough to lock his own eyes onto Jimmy's, nodding slightly in acknowledgment of his submission even as his tongue moved more and more wildly along the shaft of his cock.
Slowly and steadily, Jimmy ramped up the speed with which he fucked Aaron's face, and in just the same way, he thrust harder and deeper into the cocksucking Packers throat, reveling in the feel of the beard on his sensitive flesh, the gulping, gasping swallows that vibrated along the length of his shaft, the ever increasing intensity of Aaron's tongue and lip work.
For Aaron, the intoxicating taste of his stud fucker's pre-cum, the dizzying smell of the younger mans crotch drove his own desires to higher and higher levels. He would have loved to clamp his hands hard into Jimmy's muscular ass to drag the Niner harder and deeper into the wet heat of his mouth, but strapped down as he was, he could only just make contact with his throwing hand along his fellow QB's calf muscle, lightly tickling at the skin there as he mapped the clenching of the muscles just underneath. His own cock was pulsing desperately, achingly hard in his compression shorts, and as the long, long shaft of Jimmy's cock continued to find deeper and deeper purchase inside his throat, he began to worry slightly less, and anticipate ever more, the time when it would pound it's way into his mostly top and definitely tight jock hole.
Jimmy held his hand tangled in Aaron's hair for several long minutes before finally gripping it tighter and pulling away, chuckling throatily as the Packer's lips and tongue tried in vain to keep contact with the overheated flesh. Even gasping at the newly free flowing oxygen flooding back into his system, Rodgers was still desperately eager to have that amazing shaft buried deep in his throat. The older man looked to Jimmy wildly afraid as he stepped slightly away from the bench, and only slightly less so as the younger man slung one long, muscular leg up and over the heaving furry body strapped to the bench. As Jimmy began to lower himself slightly, the penny dropped and Jimmy Garappolo caught the look of beatific thanks pass across Aaron Rodgers face in the split second before the Packer inhaled the full, smooth nut sack into his mouth with a force that held the possibility of serious damage, but only carried the reality of pure jock on jock pleasure for the Niner stud.
Jimmy reveled in Aaron's working over ins full and aching balls just as much as Aaron obviously enjoyed tonguing and stretching them as he tried desperately to pull them deeper and deeper into the humid depths of his mouth. The Niner stretched himself eagerly, suddenly needing to feel the play of the Packers musculature under the layers of sweaty, fuzzy skin. One hand digging into Rodgers' scalp, holding the bearded stud tight against his groin, while the other traced the ridges and faults along the older man's abs, and the hard etch of bone along his pelvis. Slowly, teasingly, his fingers danced lower and lower, tracing over the packed lycra pouch of Aaron's shorts, swirling around and over and along the pulsing hard cock trapped just beneath.
A light, teasing squeeze elicited a shuddering gasp from deep within the Packers throat that vibrated thrillingly over the Niners nuts and along his taint, the whiskers of Aaron's beard seeming to dig maddeningly, thrillingly, into Jimmy's own smooth flesh, the thought, if not quite the fact causing both men's achingly hard cocks to throb with ever increasing need. Jimmy reluctantly, but needfully, pulled his hand away from Aaron's scalp and gripped the top of the backrest for the bench, squeezing slightly as he tensed in preparation.
Feeling the click of the catch, Jimmy moved to stand, even as he let the bench begin to lower away naturally, sucking sharp breaths of air as his nutsack was stretched painfully away from his body before it popped with sudden force from between Aaron's helpless lips, and snapped thrillingly back against his body, sighing at the delicious pain of it all. Jimmy allowed himself a second or two to register the disappointment in Aaron's eyes before shifting quickly around, both hands now feeling the massively packed crotch below him as his thumbs dug in under the waistband of the shorts and he lowered his widespread jock ass back towards Aaron's still gaping mouth, knowing from the shallow gasps and long moans of his prey that the Packer was very much getting over the loss of the firm full nutsack, and looking eagerly forward to the chance to rim muscular jock hole on lewd offer.
As Jimmy felt the first firm pressure of Aaron's tongue at his sphincter, he leaned forward and clamped his drooling mouth over the straining lycra bulge working tongue and lips and teeth in light teasing flicks and nips even as his thumbs dug in along Rodgers' own full nutsack, long fingers trailing down along the older man's taint to tease at the Aaron's jock hole through the fabric, only to run into a surprising point of resistance. Jimmy traced his fingers, harder than necessary, around the firm ring of unknown but suspected material, slapping three fingers sharply against it as he pulled off the lycra covered mound of Aaron's cock.
"What's this, then?" fully knowing the answer.
Before he could fully back away from Jimmy's sweet, winking hole, Aaron Rodgers felt the stretch and then the rip of the fabric, splaying the lycra wide and offering an unmistakable view of what 'it' was.
"I figured it would be okay if I prepped some for you, man. It's been a while since I was in this position." Aaron choked out between choking gasps as Jimmy continued to slap and smack the hard rubber base of the butt plug.
Rodgers slumped back against the firmness of the bench, gasping in pain as Garappolo unceremoniously yanked the plug free from the clenching ass, fully knowing his hole was still winking lewdly at the younger man.
"Why do you tops always think something this small is going to help you?" he growled as he swiped this tongue, flat and firm along the winking ring of muscle, before jamming his tongue deep inside the gaping entrance, as he threw the pear sized plug aside. Sinking two long fingers into the hole, he pulled his tongue away, digging his other hand into the open bag he had dropped beside them earlier. Gasping out "I think we can find something more appropriate to the task." in the moment before he clamped his lips around Aaron Rodgers' full, furry nutsack; his chin digging sharply into the overheated flesh of the Packer's cock shaft.
Aaron gasped loudly at the heat enveloping his balls, letting himself momentarily glory in the feeling before raising his head slowly to once again worship at the tight tangy entrance to Jimmy's hole, noting the feel of the younger mans shifting and then biting and pulling at the ruined fabric of his shorts in a successful attempt to free the achingly hard cock still half trapped by them, the firmness of Jimmy's cheek running the full length of his shaft, the fiery heat of the younger mans breath teasing along as he moved into position thrilled Aaron even as he teased and traced his tongue closer and closer to the jock hole millimeters above him.
Part 2
"That's a huge fuckin' cock, man. Long, fat fucker!" Jimmy gasped, "No wonder Clay and Jordy miss you so fuckin' much, stud!"
The surprise at the younger mans statement distracted Aaron from the new pressure against his still gaping hole until the last possible second. Jimmy's vacuuming mouth and hotly dancing tongue slipping along the aching flesh of his cock allowed for just enough relaxation that at least two inches of the dildo were buried in Aaron's ass before he fully knew what hit him. To his very great credit though, the older man did not jerk away from the hole he had just reclaimed with his tongue and in fact speared it even deeper and harder as a low sobbing moan sprang from his chest to seemingly echo it's way through Jimmy's ass. The younger man pressed himself harder back against the tongue as he clamped his lips light around the very base of Aaron's massively thick 8+ inch cock, and shoved another several inches of dildo up the Packer's resisting jock ass. Both men riding a wave of pure jock rut that was very much their due and drinking in the scent and taste of each other with a thrilling, wild passion.
Aaron could get just enough purchase with his hands against Jimmy's calf muscles to thrill at the strain and play of them as the younger man shifted and pressed his body thrillingly over his own. Back in search of union with the tongue and lips working his greedy hole, forward to slurp and suck at the overheated flesh of the older mans thrillingly thick quarterback cock. The hot, slick pressure of the younger mans own big cock sliding along his furry chest, long enough to ride the full length of the sternum between his firm pecs, trails of freely flowing pre-cum easing the way. The tightening, the clamping of the powerful thighs pressed against his bound shoulders, the steadily increasing impalement of the dildo in Jimmy's sure and steady hand, now feeling deeper inside Aaron than anything he could ever recall.
Both men fought back against the rising tide of their lust, even as they sought to push each other farther and farther toward the path of release, needing this to last as long as possible as much as they each needed the soothing heat of the others load on or against or inside them, but both still knowing there was so much more to explore between them. For long, languid, thrilling minutes the two jock studs devoured each other to the very core. Aaron eagerly lapping and digging at Jimmy's clutching, greedy jock snatch, the beautiful hole seeming to milk at his tongue in a way that made Aaron hope he might one day be able to sink his fat cock into it and breed the younger man, even as he knew that he would need a victory in order for that to happen. Jimmy nursing eagerly at the fiery, veiny surface of Aaron's cock, the firm, angry head knocking into his clutching throat at his deepest point of descent, savoring the tangy saltiness of the older man's pre-cum when pulling back to work his tongue over it. Both reveling in the vibrations coursing through the others body against their own in base jock whore need.
Aaron Rodgers found he there was just enough slack in his bonds to allow for shallow but thrilling thrusts up into Jimmy Garappolo's wildly sucking mouth. Jimmy eagerly took them in stride, thrilling at the short, sharp crashes of Aaron's pelvic bone against his wide stretched, straining jaw. The Niner let himself sink into the scratchiness of the Packer's hard, furry chest torturing the sensitive flesh of his drooling cock in turn with the full beard needling at his full nutsack in the second before it was mashed painfully, thrillingly against the hard ridge of Aaron's chin, all the while still digging the dildo deeper and deeper into the older mans more and more willing jock hole.
For several long moments, Jimmy Garappolo thought that maybe it would be good, and probably considerably better than that, to give Aaron Rodgers the kind of treatment the older man was clearly expecting, but the thought was pushed firmly and suddenly away by his own desire. His own base, desperate need. Whether due to the thrilling thickness of Aaron's cock, or the sudden realization that he needed to pull away right fucking now in order to back himself away from the rapidly approaching edge didn't matter in the least.
The Packer stud was stunned with the speed and force of the Niner's leaping away from him to the point his tongue was still hanging out and making fuck motions, and he was still thrusting his cock up into the humid air where Jimmy's mouth had been less than a second ago. Rodgers was still coming to grips with what he knew was about to happen, trying desperately to relax and regain some of his breath, as Jimmy began shifting and repositioning the bench he was strapped to, nesting Aaron into it in a way that confused and yet thrilled the older man. When everything met with the younger man's satisfaction, he moved another step forward, loosely gripping the dildo still buried six or seven inches deep in Aaron's now mostly loose hole, pulling it ever so slightly in and out in teasing motions. The sneer at Aaron's only request sent a shiver rocketing along the older man's spine.
"Take it slow at first, man? It's been a long time, but I'll be able to take it after a few seconds." spilled, gaspingly, from the Packer's lips as he fully resigned himself to his fate.
"Fuck that! A cock like this needs to be taken all at once, hard and deep, or not at all."
The hardness of Jimmy's gaze, the abject resignation in Aaron's mind, the enigmatic smirk replacing the angry sneer on the Niner's handsome face. All of these things conspired to confuse and muddle the Packer's already lust clouded brain. Even as the younger man swung one strong, powerful leg back over the bench, even as he pried Aaron's achingly hard cock up and away from the firm, furry gut, the older man gaped in a fugue state, even as Jimmy Garappolo brought his gaping, spit slick jock hole to bear against Aaron Rodgers' drooling, fat cockhead, the older man stared, slack jawed in confusion and something like awe.
A confusion that cleared miraculously, and an awe that increased exponentially as Jimmy Garappolo slammed his NFC Champion jock hole back hard and full onto Aaron Rodgers resoundingly defeated, achingly hard, greedily eager cock.
The crushing slam of Jimmy's powerful glutes slapping loudly, bruisingly, against the powerful, straining thighs of the Packer, drew a choking moan from deep within both men, a moan that was drawn out into deep rumbling gasps as the Niner began to clutch and milk along the full length and wide, wide girth of Aaron's grateful flesh, even as the older man continued to gape in greedy, desperate surprise.
"100 percent jock bitch, old man. You would be too if you spent more than a year on the same team as Gronk." he gasped out, before adding with a wink, "Even if you hadn't already leaned that way."
The hard smile that split Aaron's mouth wide was dripping with lust and need, and was transformed into a deep, laughing groan at the kid's next statement.
"Fuck, yes, Jordy must have fucking loved this fat fucking cock."
That brief statement was dripping with greed and lust and maybe even a little jealousy at the fact that Jordy had had years of it eagerly, willingly, claiming his hole. Aaron was surprised himself to find a pang of jealousy creeping into his own fuck drunk mind at the knowledge that Gronk had similarly had years to claim this particularly miraculous jock snatch. The two men stared deep and hard into each others eyes as Jimmy continued to clamp and clutch at the fat jock shaft with his talented, muscular jock hole, so much so that it began to seem to Aaron like the continuing clutch and clamp and suck of Jimmy's sphincter would be enough.
That is, until Jimmy crashed hard against the older man in bruising, tongue fucking kiss as he began to pull himself up along the thrillingly fat cock buried deep inside him. The second downward thrust of Jimmy's jock ass came, if possible, with even more force than the first and Aaron felt the breath nearly knocked out him as first the younger man's own heavily hard cock slapped against his hard gut, and then the powerful ass slapped loudly against his thighs.
As Jimmy Garappolo continued to impale himself hard and full on Aaron Rodger's slick, hard jock shaft, as he continued to shift slightly from side to side, allowing the Packer's cock to stretch his Niner cunt wider still, as he continued to suck and wrestle and fight with the tongue working to claim his mouth, the younger man reached behind himself to once again start working the dildo in the older mans own tightly clutching jock hole.
Aaron's grunts at the pressure of the dildo on and over his prostate vibrated inside Jimmy's mouth even as he echoed them back into Aaron's each time the fat fucking sank deep inside him, it's angrily hot and hard crown punishing his own prostate with gleeful, forceful abandon.
Jimmy's cock slapped harder and harder against Aaron's furry belly, it's fiery skin seeming nearly at the splitting point as his pre-cum continued to leak out, matting the wiry hair of Aaron's powerful body. The Packer strained harder and harder against his bonds, fingers digging painfully into the straining muscles of the Niner's calves, wishing for the chance to dig into the muscular jock ass riding him even as he contented himself (mostly) with those two or three inches of slack that allowed him to help slam upward against Jimmy's body on each of the younger studs wildly hard downward thrusts.
The thrilling, aching crush of Jimmy Garappolo's nuts smashed between their straining, sweating bodies drove the younger man's lusty need higher and higher. Huge hot drops of sweat rained from the Niner's chest onto the Packer's, whose own sweat ran in rivers through the hair and into the valleys between his straining muscles. Aaron Rodgers felt the hard, insistent slap of the younger man's cock splashing slick drops of pre-cum onto his belly, even as larger, ranker drops of his own sweat dripped onto the floor below them. The Packer's nuts pulled tighter and tighter against his body, even as he felt the Niner's thoroughly punished sack tightening up itself between their crushing, crashing weight.
Jimmy pulled his upper body suddenly up and away from Aaron's nipping at the rutting Packer's lower lip as he did so, arching his back and straining his arms as he did so.
"How close?"
"Way to fucking soon, Garappolo!"
"Me too, old man."
Jimmy drew the dildo nearly all the way out of Aaron's ass, making the older man think for a second that he was going to try to slow things down to make this moment last longer. The Packer watched the Niner wrap forefinger and thumb from his throwing hand around his cock, prying it away from his body and stared slack jawed as the younger man bowed his head in what seemed an impossible way.
Aaron Rodgers' gasping, guttural roar could surely be heard in Oakland as the dildo was rammed fully and forcefully back up his relaxed, but unwilling, jock hole. Eight, nine, maybe more inches splitting him open and flattening his prostate in the most thrillingly disturbing way. A roar that shifted lewdly into gasping moans of amazement as Jimmy Garappolo flicked his tongue over the angrily red surface of his own cockhead before clamping around the flaring crown, even as the younger victorious stud continued to slam and slide up and down on Aaron's swelling, fully loaded cock.
The second deep, painful thrust of the dildo into his gaping jock hole drove Aaron Rodger's finally and fully over the edge, the painful clutching of his overheated balls followed immediately by the sweet release of seed rocketing along the length of his shaft and breaking free to flood the clutching, pounding jock cunt of Jimmy Garappolo.
And still the Packer watched, in rapt splendour as the Niner nursed at his own swelling cockhead. The second bolt of jock scum rocketing out of Aaron's cock was punctuated by the tight, thrillingly painful clamping of Jimmy's greedy hole around the base of his shaft, and Aaron knew that the NFC Champion quarterback was tasting and feeling his own jock scum firing into his mouth.
Before he could even fully register his jealousy at not being able to taste his opponents jock load, Aaron watched as Jimmy pulled up and away from his still spewing cock. A long, ropey blast seeming to sizzle as it landed on the Niner's chest and ran thickly down along his abs, three more blasts anointing the Packer's beard and lips and tongue in the seconds before Jimmy's lips and tongue crashed once more against his own, the younger, victorious stud sharing his own hot load with the older, vanquished veteran.
Aaron felt his own orgasm subsiding deep within Jimmy's still milking Niner cunt even as he felt the younger man's cock seeping out the last dregs of his own orgasm between them.
It took the Packer a few seconds to realize that his arms were once again free as Jimmy rose up and away from him, and only then because the harness holding his chest down was also nearly undone. Reaching up shakily, Aaron tweaked Jimmy's nipples hard, drawing the hoped for clutch of jock sphincter around his now softening cock.
"Your are fucking incredible, kid. Miraculous fucking ass, man."
As Jimmy hoped it would, the unceremonious ripping away of the dildo from Aaron's unsuspecting ass brought forth another belch of Packer sperm deep inside him.
"Fat fucking dick like yours inspires me man. Deep is always good, and you got me there too, but, man, stretch me out wide and I'm fuckin' crazed."
Nipping at a clump of his own cum in Aaron's beard, Jimmy once again dug into the bag beside them as he kissed the packer hard one last time. Aaron watched as the kid pulled away again, catching sight of a butt plug in his throwing hand no bigger and certainly no smaller than the one he had used.
"I thought a plug that size wasn't enough!"
Jimmy grinned, rose quickly off Aaron's cock and just as quickly corked his ass with the plug before shifting to his knees between the Packer's legs. Reaching around to undo the last of the bonds, Garappolo slipped Rodgers' half hard cock back between his lips, nursing out the last dregs of his opponents cum. Aaron's cock twitched, threatening to go right back to hard at the Niner's reply.
"For fuck prep it is. For keeping your load in me till I can feed it to Shanahan, it's just about perfect."
The Packer's cock lurched even closer to rehardening as Jimmy slammed his original plug back up Rodgers' unprepared ass.
Jimmy turned back before opening the door to leave, himself dressed, Aaron still nude and sprawled on the bench, letting the feeling come back into his legs and arms.
"I'm almost sorry we won, now. I'd like to know what you can do with that cock when you're the victorious one."
"You'll find out next year, kid."
"We'll see, old man."