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"A QUARTERBACK'S TALE" Part 2
By the time Scott arrived at Matt's house the after-game celebration was running at full tilt. Scott had mentioned earlier that he would have to make a side trip to his own home to unload some of his gym gear (probably my pilfered cup that was now coated with my flavorful seed). I, too, had stopped at my house only for the reason of having to rub out another load. I figured it would not be good to walk around with a raging woody all night. Not cool. I mean I was a guest after all. And it was a "guys only" thing. Ahh...guys only. Yes!
Anyway, when Scott walked in the guys practically accosted him. Like I said earlier we all played a hell of a game, but my man Scott made the final and winning TD so he deserved what he got.
I think Scott was also a little embarrassed with all the attention (he was somewhat of an introvert). I just stood off to the side as the guys grabbed him; tousling his blond locks and smacking his cute bubble butt. Every once in a while he looked my way with his eyes cast down; probably because of what had happened earlier in the locker room. I smiled at him, giving the thumbs up. He seemed to relax after that and broke in to a wide grin. His baby blue eyes sparkling in the light and his perfect teeth breaking out between his luscious lips. He silently mouthed a "thank you" that only I could decipher. I nodded silently and moved on to talk to some of the guys.
My man Brandon (one of the Running Backs) was really pumped as he insisted on giving us a play-by-play reenactment of some of the final game moments. As I listened to his delivery I found myself polarized by his sleek nose and steely gray eyes. He was definitely looking hot but I quickly took control of my lust and just listened to his delivery. Then for some reason his eyes began locking into mine as he continued to speak. I thought maybe he was checking me out. Was he? His eyes then began traveling up and down my body. I had changed into a really tight pair of black jeans along with a form-fitting top. Hell, I felt good about myself tonight and was not afraid to display what I had. My dick, big but not huge (at that point anyway) snaked down my right pant leg. The top I chose enhanced my chiseled abs.
Then it was my time to check him out as his eyes averted to the others. As I continued looking at him, I swore he had started to get chubbed, and was kinda' moving nervously to the left and then to the right. As he shifted his legs back and forth I could actually see up inside the leg of his shorts. He had on some hot-looking briefs that supported a massive (and growing) bulge. Good mental fodder for when I got home later that night.
He was really giving me eyeful and I was loving it.
Now a fantasy begins to enter my mind: How hot would it be to slowly get up and kneel between his outstretched legs as he continued his spiel. I would let my hands travel up his legs, massaging his strong and sturdy inner thighs as he spoke. Then I would free-up one hand, grasping at the elastic waistband of his shorts and his underwear unleashing his semi-stiff dick. As I pull his clothes downward I carefully hook them under his nuts. Now his two bloated balls are jutting out with his dick flopped over them and hanging to the side. I would then grab a hold of the helmeted head and start rolling it in my fingers while cupping his 'nads. The more I do this the more animated he becomes. Pretty soon he's fully erect and hard as a fuckin' railroad spike.
My mind's eye I begin roaming around the room. All the guys are lookin' at me totally fuckin' stunned. I mean Mike's and Frankie's mouths were practically dropping to the floor and their eyes were poppin' out of their heads. "Fuck 'em" I thought. "Deal with it."
I turn back around to Brandon and start kissing the head of that glorious piece of meat until it starts to leak pre. Easing my mouth down over the head of his blood-engorged shaft I begin licking up some of that warm, magical elixir. All of a sudden he becomes silent. His body is outstretched as if he's surrendering to the fact I'm unashamedly feasting on his body. He closes his eyes and grips the arms of the chair he's sitting in. I then bury my nose deep into his nut sack, inhaling and heady aroma which is permeating the air. Then, as if in some type of trance, he stands up and towers over my kneeling body; his eyes are boring into mine. Suddenly, and as unceremoniously as possible, he grabs me by the sides of my head and begins to rub his thick, moist shaft all over my face. My face is glistening with his dank perspiration. He releases his shaft from his hand. It had fully grown to its 8 majestic inches, sticking out at a proud 90-degree angle.
His fingers begin to travel downward until he gets to my mouth which he pries open with his ten strong digits. Trickles of sweat are beading his forehead and the muskiness continues to emanate from his groin. With my mouth now agape he begins sawing his bone in and out. It feels fuckin' awesome and tastes great. The more he plunges the more my throat relaxes until he finally succeeds in getting the entire length down my esophagus. My eyes are actually watering from his assault, but I'm not gonna give up. I worked too hard to suffer any type of defeat. As my nose grinded against his neatly shaved pubic area my breathing became heavier. I was gasping for breath, but he just held my head in place. I was not going anywhere; at this point it was up to him. He was calling all the shots.
He didn't care about my pleasure. He just cared about his own. He began to leak more pre into my mouth until it was actually dripping out of the corners of my lips and then sliding down my neck coating my Adam's Apple. His hips began to quake as he continued to assault my upturned face. He was lovin' it. I was lovin' it. The other guys were actually lovin' it too. The way they were rubbing their own crotches at the juncture of their long legs was pretty apparent.
Then Brandon's body went totally still and stiff. With a muffled groan, and his feet firmly planted on the floor, his body began to shiver and he began to spew volleys of his white-hot nut into my mouth. The more he shot the harder he grabbed onto my head. Load after load shot deep into me and I felt it coating my entire throat, cascading all the way down to my stomach. He must have shot 8 or 9 ropes of his cream by the time his body finally relaxed. Looking down at me he removed his drained cock from my mouth and I greedily licked off the remaining goo, smacking my lips loudly. I scooped up the remnants of his nut with my fingertips and licked them one by one, savoring his full flavor. Then, as suddenly as he had gotten up he sat back down just as quickly, picking up his conversation where he left off.
All of a sudden I snapped out of my wanderlust. Wonder what the guys would think? Should I live out a fantasy? Should I show the guys what a cock hound I actually was? No. I was a guest. Again, not cool. Maybe I just needed to chill.
It then dawned on me I hadn't seen my man Matt since I got there. Of course there were tons of guys all over the place but I really wanted to thank Matt for the invite. Oh well, I figured I'd run into him eventually.
I was getting thirsty at that point, as my mouth had gotten very dry during my daydreaming. I asked the guys where the drinks were. Frankie directed me to the setup out on the deck.
"Damned this backyard is huge" I said to myself. I mean a stone barbecue that had to be 6 feet high and a 40-foot inground pool. I knew his 'rents had money but I never expected this, but then again with the 3-car garage I saw when I pulled up I should not have been surprised.
I began diggin' around in the coolers placed around the deck and came up with a diet soda. No beer or alcohol appeared to be on the menu due to tomorrow's Saturday afternoon practice. Just as good I thought. We needed to be on top of our game. We needed to concentrate.
I was just kinda hangin' out on the deck takin' in the cool autumn air. The sky was a little overcast but the haze of a full moon could still be seen behind the clouds. Yea, I like the stars and moon and stuff. Sue me.
Walking around in the backyard I suddenly felt I wasn't alone. About 40 feet away from me I hear the crackling of leaves and twigs. Maybe it's a squirrel or a raccoon lookin' for some grub. I get closer to the source of the sound and from the corner of my eye I see the silhouette of a person at the edge of the woods that surrounds the property. Then adjusting my gaze and there were now two silhouettes in total; one standing up and one crouching down. There were accompanying muffled sounds coming from the same area. I strained to listen but I could not make out what was being said. As I eased even closer, my foot stepped on a twig making crackling noises under its pressure. Damned! The tall shadowy figure turned in my direction. I was frozen in position. Fortunately a big ole raccoon went scampering by and into the darkness. The figure turned back around. I guess I was "unbusted" at this point. Phew!
Now, being in range I could begin to hear some of the conversation that was taking place: "Oh man, I've so wanted this for I don't know how long" came the low, masculine voice. "I mean I've been dreaming of this moment to show you how hot I think you are; your body is so freakin' awesome dude. Please, may I taste it? Please?" the voice continued.
"Well dude, you better get busy. I haven't got all night. We both have practice tomorrow afternoon. I have to get to bed pretty soon and I can't afford to be sexually drained if we're to have a good practice. So time's a wastin'."
The voice sounded familiar. There was a certain delivery in his words. Kinda like Matt's... OMG it is Matt. There was no mistaking him once I saw that recognizable tat on his bicep. No wonder I hadn't seen him up until then. He was gettin' ready to feed his nut to some hot, cum-hungry teammie.
Oh fuck, this is gonna be so hot. I began to look on with eager interest. All I could see from the back was Matt's hot ass pistoning back and forth as he fed his hot shaft into the willing, eager mouth before him.
On that note the clouds in the sky began to dissipate and I could see the figure kneeling on the ground with his full lips wrapped around the pulsing meat that was presented to him. Matt began rocking back and forth on his balls of his feet. His hands began to grab and tug at the long, wavy brown locks atop the head of his sucker. Quick. Think. Who has hair down to his shoulders. Think. Think.
Fuck! It was Paul. I never thought I'd see him in that position. I mean the dude was friendly with all the gay guys at school, but it never dawned on me that he played for that team too (pun intended). Man, now this was way hot and so fuckin' random.
Imagine that. Paul, a Guard on his knees suckin' on the team's Center. He was groaning with such need that I thought he was gonna explode. Paul's hands were grasped around the thick thighs of Matt as he impaled that shaft deep into his throat. He began pleading "Dick my face dude. And I mean dick it good." Matt willingly obliged the request. He jammed that puppy deep down Paul's hungry throat with such force I thought it would come out of the back of his neck. But Paul was lovin' it. He slurped and swallowed on the beautiful rod until it was all the way down his gullet. He couldn't get enough. The pubes at Matt's crotch were beginning to scratch the eyelids on Paul's chiseled face. Paul then reached up and grabbed Matt's ass; massaging those tight masculine globes with his strong, agile fingers.
Matt loved how Paul was treating his glutes. He thought to himself "The hours of working-out are now paying off. My ass must be totally hot to this guy. This guy's really into it." All of a sudden Paul spun Matt around and began licking those hot ass cheeks. Working his tongue all around and occasionally nipping at the hot flesh with his teeth. Matt was in ecstasy. It felt oh so good.
Paul then slowly slid down Matt's shorts and let them fall around his feet. He then began to slather the towering thighs with the saliva forming on his tongue. It sent chills up Matt's body. Matt then leaned against the tall oak tree and dug his feet into the topsoil. He jutted his hot ass out further for Paul to have his fill. "So fuckin awesome" Matt said to himself.
After surrendering himself to the probing of Paul' eager hands and tongue for a good amount of time he suddenly spun around, his face etched with need. Once again he grabbed Paul's hair and slid that thick tool of his easily down Paul's throat. As Paul was deep-throating that hot spear of flesh his hands began traveling up to Matt's 6-pack abs. He felt the the ridges that formed this solid, toned area. He let his hands and fingers linger for a while until they began to make their journey higher up to Matt's nips. He gingerly touched the protruding nubs until they became further erect. With the tips of his fingers he made small circles over the entire region and then began toying with them using his thumb and forefinger. This caused Matt to get boned even more. Never had he felt anything this good in his fuckin' life.
He couldn't take it any more. He had to shoot. He had to nut. He had to cum like never before.
He now savagely stabbed that dick down Paul's upturned mouth. He liked seeing his dick so engorged. It seemed bigger than ever before. It was totally red and pulsating at this point. The veins and shaft were bloated with improbable amounts of blood. He was getting close to the edge and he knew it. All he said was "You ready dude?" Paul looked up nodding his sweaty brow and said "Let it rip dude. Let it rip."
And rip it did. In animalistic heat his dick began spewing that red-hot nut deep into the recesses of Paul's throat. Paul was lapping it up as fast as he could. Every volley of cum that shot out of Matt was matched with a deep, gurgling swallow, as Paul welcomed it down his throat. The more Matt shot the tighter grip Paul had on his thighs, as if wanting it to never end. It was like a spigot turned on full blast. And it was wonderful. His mouth became so full of Matt's juices at one point that it began seeping out of the corners of his mouth, continuing to drip down his neck and finally disappearing into the collar of his tee.
Matt's orgasm finally ebbed, but as he tried to pull away Paul grabbed his cock and lovingly sucked the last remnants off the crown of flesh. Only when it was totally clean did Matt reach down for his shorts and pants, bringing them back up around his trim waist and snapping them into place. Paul then rose up and kissed the nape of Matt's neck, relishing that animalistic smell that emanated from his its warm, sun-kissed skin.
It was only after Matt began to stroll back and join his buds did Paul realize that he actually creamed his own shorts. They were soaking fuckin' wet with his own busted jizz. We're talkin' totally fuckin' drenched. He hadn't even touched himself because he was too caught up in pleasing Matt. He could not remember dropping a load as big as that in his entire life. But then again he never had met a hotter stud than Matt.
It was then that I appeared from around the corner as Matt stepped onto the deck. "Hey, what's up dude?" I asked.
--Copyright 2011. Tim Scott.
Okay guys. I'd like to continue this story if I get some positive feedback. Continuing/expanding story lines and new characters can also be handled if you like. You can e-mail me at scotttimscott09@aol.com. Oh, and happy stroking.