From: scoffinator69
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Championship Celebrations
Chapter 1B: Still More Eagles Locker Room Rutting
Author's Note: This series of stories will (hopefully) be updated periodically with stories resulting from various sports championships. Not just football, but basketball, baseball, and maybe even tennis and golf. Possibly collegiate as well as professional.
Prologue
Carson Wentz was more than a bit distracted as he walked down the short hall alongside his coach. He knew where they were going, and he knew what was going to be happening once they got there. Beyond that, he even knew that he absolutely wanted it all...still.
The stud QB had first messed around with his coach at the start of the season, and over the course of the year the two had gotten together only a few times. Then a couple of weeks ago, after defeating the Vikings, he had first gotten together with his teammate and favorite passing target, Zach Ertz. He had long ago settled into something beyond mere acceptance with regard to taking his coach's hard pounding fucks. He had also found that at least a part of his brain, the lusty, more animal part, had been ensnared by the tight clenching of Zach's perfect ass milking his own shank and the feel of his virile quarterback nuts spewing it's load deep inside the tight end's jock ass. The fact that the two players had not been able to have a repeat since didn't matter as the memory more than lingered in the quarterback's psyche.
This, though...
This was different. First time with both men at once. And first time that he was going to have a taste of the payback that Zach was sure to be unleashing on his injured signal calling ass.
Trying to calm the swirl of emotions bouncing off the inside of his skull drew his attentions away from his coach for the briefest of moments as his gaze fell to the windowed door on his left. He stopped short at the sight.
Carson Wentz's gaze locked on the lusty display of his teammates Chris Long and Mychal Kendricks double fucking a willing third in a powerful rut in the small storage room. The sweaty jock fucking action was more than enough to make his cock start to unfurl and swell in his pants, but it was the sheer depravity that came with the realization of exactly who that lucky third person was, coupled with the firm but gentle pressure of his coach's palm on the small of his back that held the quarterback fully captive. The quarterback watched as Chris Long helped Mychal Kendricks fuck his own brother, Vikings linebacker Eric before turning his gaze to his coach's statement.
"That's fuckin' hot."
It was barely a whisper to his ears, but thick with desire as the 49 year old head coach slipped one sure hand under Carson's waistband to cup the younger man's ass.
"I don't know if I can do this, coach."
"Sure you can, son." came the reply as the broad thumb trailed up along the crack of the jock's ass. "Zach has done more for you here than just about anyone...especially after the injury. You want to pay that back just as much as he wanted to draw you back out of your funk two weeks ago."
The quarterback was taken aback by his coach's words, only able to suspect their full meaning.
"He told me all about it, Carson. Especially how well you fucked the cum out of him. Don't you think he deserves to do that for you the other way around?"
Carson Wentz could only nod in reply as his coach's thick thumb teased over his winking ass lips. Coach Pederson led them down the hall.
Part 1
Zach Ertz was on his knees, naked and sweaty, when the two men entered the room. Sprawled on the chair in front of the tight end was newly crowned MVP Nick Foles. Just as naked and just as sweaty, the other Eagle quarterback was in a daze as the tight end sucked his cock. So much of a daze in fact, that he hadn't even noticed the two newcomers.
The tight end had though, and determined to put on a show for them as he rose up and off his teammates cock. The massiveness of the nearly foot long jock shaft left both voyeurs gaping as they watched Zach's talented tongue dancing over the surface of the broad, flaring cockhead. Thumb and forefinger holding on around the very base of the towering column of jock flesh, holding it upright as he flicked his tongue just over the ridge teasingly before parting his lips once again to slip himself back down along the entire length.
Both Wentz and Pederson could see the steady vibrations coursing through Foles' legs. They noted the rapidness of his breathing under Zach's oral ministrations. Both men felt they knew exactly what trick the cocksucker was using at any given moment based on the groans and gasps emanating from Foles as the QB let himself sink into the blowjob. Pederson was impressed, not just with the ease with which Zach was taking the legendarily massive cock, but with the fact that the tight end had managed to talk the proudly evangelical Foles into it. Wentz, for his part, was pretty sure his back up was not ever going to be able to go completely back from this. That Nick would be drawn back to this feeling, this need, for the rest of his life.
Wentz and Pederson continued watching the tremulous vibrations course through Foles' long, powerful frame as Ertz continued sucking the massive QB jock cock. Both the coach and the injured quarterback kept their eyes on the horny sight before them as they stripped, drinking in the vision of MVP quarterback being devoured by stud tight end. Zach felt the quivering of his teammate under and against his own muscular frame. Reveled in the butterflies he could feel along Foles' abdominals under his splayed palm, in feeling the long muscular legs tense and release against his ribs. Felt the big nut sack tightening against his chin, rasping along the scruff there as it drew in on itself in preparation of release.
Holding the massive shaft deep in his throat as long as he could each time he impaled himself, Zach smirked to himself at the obvious need roiling in every fiber of his teammate's being, before sliding his tightly pursed lips back up the full length to tease his tongue over the crown of his quarterback's cock. At this moment, as focused as he was on making sure that Nick would always want more of this, he half wished he could feel the other stud quarterback in the room plowing his way through him and fucking his ass. The taste of Foles' pre-cum was surprisingly tangy/sweet on his tongue with just the right hint of salty sharpness. The same salty sharpness he was breathing in from his teammate's bushy moist pubes each time he buried his face in them. The quivering vibrations coursing through Nick Foles' 6'6" frame were growing more intense. The QB's scrotum was pulled tighter against itself, making more insistent pressure on Zach's chin. The tight end reached one pre-cum slickened hand up off his own rock hard cock to cup the balls, coaxing them closer and closer toward release.
Doug Pederson and Carson Wentz ceased their stripping as they heard the first gasps of warning from Nick Foles, locking their gazes on the brilliant cocksucking spectacle before them, wanting nothing more right now than watching Nick get his nut in Zach's throat. Zach Ertz increased the suction on the massive quarterback cock spearing into his throat, noting the swelling of the shaft along his tongue as he sucked his cheeks in tight against it, swallowing desperately to milk the cum from the pulsing, swelling nuts under his dancing fingers.
As Nick let slip the start of his deepest, lustiest, moan to date, Zach began to slide his head up and off the towering foot of quarterback meat, lips and cheeks suctioning tight against the overheated, iron hard flesh. Massaging the nut sack more firmly in his left hand, he wrapped his right tight around the base of the shaft, squeezing and milking the lower shaft even as he kept sucking the upper, eager to finally taste the fullness of Nick Foles. The slight increase of swelling pressure along his tongue let Zach know it was coming, that the first blast of quarterback baby batter was rocketing toward his achingly hungry tongue.
The quarterback roared as his first cumshot spewed forth into Zach's still sucking mouth, followed quickly by two more equal in power and volume. The tight end savored the feel and taste of it washing over his tongue, and sliding into his throat. Five massive shots spewed into Ertz as he drank it all, eagerly, down before impaling himself fully once more, drawing a near seizure from the quarterback as the now painfully sensitive cockhead rasped along the back of the tight end's deep throat. Zach Ertz clamped his lips even tighter around the still hard shaft and drew himself upward with a suctioning fury, pulling the last, voluminous dregs of Nick Foles' cum onto his still eager tongue. As the two came down from the high of their cocksucking frenzy, the two other men in the room came into focus, eliciting very different reactions from them.
Nick Foles was struck dumb at the sight of his coach and his fellow quarterback, both naked and powerfully engorged, and dumber still as he looked to Zach and saw only a smiling welcome, a recognition that their being in the room was not only inevitable, but had also been planned. The quarterback's heart was racing dangerously, slowing only slightly as he noted the easy smiles on both faces standing before him and felt the gentle slide of Zach's palm along one thigh as his cucksucking teammate whispered encouragement.
"Relax, Nick. You don't have to do anything you don't want to. You wanna walk away, nothing will ever be said about it, but I really think you will enjoy the show if you stay and watch."
The slow, tentative nod from the still seated quarterback was meant primarily for Zach, but was directed, pointedly, to their coach. Nick Foles felt goose bumps ripple over his skin as he watched Zach Ertz rise, walk the few steps toward Doug Pederson and Carson Wentz, and kiss each man in turn.
The depth of need in all three men apparent even to the novice witnessing it. Nick Foles felt his cock pulse where it hung heavily between his thighs. He felt it begin to rise back up as he watched two men kneel before one of their number. The heavy, massive member unfurled itself rapidly along Nick Foles' thigh as he watched his fellow quarterback inhale the powerful cock of their shared favorite target, his mouth going nearly dry as he watched Carson's lips slide along Zach's hard, veiny length. A jolting pulse of blood through his shaft brought the nearly foot long spike to slap against his abs as he watched his head coach grip and spread the tight end's powerful glutes, and then dive, tongue first into the musty, sweaty depth. Zach Ertz's desperate moan echoed in the small room as Doug Pederson's tongue drove through the lips of the jock ass. Nick was surprised to realize his own tongue was dancing along his lower lip, as if he himself was tasting that deepest part of his stud teammate.
Zach's knees gave way a little bit in the face of the dual assault. Carson's tongue tracing it's way thrillingly along the length of his cock, and Doug's masterful tongue fucking of his tight, eager ass. The tight end made sure to keep Nick at least partially in his line of sight, the other quarterback's growing interest in the action turning Zach on just as much as the ministrations of his coach and teammate. Watching the powerful column of jock cock growing once again to full at the sight of two men clamping their mouths onto Zach's midsection told the tight end that Nick was definitely not going to be leaving the room anytime soon, and might, in fact, be drawn willingly back into the unfolding action.
Carson's cock pulsed periodically as the quarterback thrilled to the feel and taste of Zach's cock in his avidly sucking mouth. He reveled in the tight end backing away from him toward the tongue in his ass and then reversing his motion to insert his cock fully into the clutching throat. Wentz worked as best he could in tandem with Pederson as the two men tried to hold Ertz in place between them for their cocksucking and rimming actions.
The coach knew, though, that given the tight end's lust for cocksucking, that Zach had worked himself up to dangerously high levels of need while he had been servicing Foles, and that neither he nor Carson would be able to spend anything like the amount of time desired devouring Zach orally. The stud head coach nipped and licked at his tight end's ass, savoring the tang of the player's sweat as much as he did the acrid sharpness of the musky jock cunt he was spearing with his tongue. He was about to make a move to pull Carson's face from Zach's cock when the situation righted itself without any help from him.
Carson pulled himself away from Zach's cock, and dipped his head lower to lick and suck at the tight end's balls. The removal of the talented lips and tongue from his shank calmed Zach's rising need, and slowed it instead to a steady but less threatening pulsing. Doug Pederson felt occasional, fleeting contact of Carson's tongue along his own as the two men swiped along the ripe, sweaty taint separating them. A more tentative pressure along his right side and at his own groin drew his attentions sharply away from Zach.
Nick Foles had moved blindly from the chair to kneel beside his coach, not even aware of the whisper of contact along their sides, and had curled his fingers loosely around the obscenely thick cock of Doug Pederson, hefting the weight of it along his palm and wrist without fully realizing it until his eyes met his coach's and he pulled suddenly back, worried he had taken too much for granted. Pederson kept his eyes locked with Foles' even as he continued tonguing Zach's ass, the 49 year old reached over and grasped the hand of the 29 year old, drawing it back toward his own hard cock, smiling twistedly into Zach's spread jock crack as he felt Nick's hand map the length and width of coach cock, before grasping it fully and stroking it firmly.
Doug Pederson's nodding moans of encouragement fed Nick Foles' desire in a way that neither man could have fully anticipated. The sure, steady strokes along the entire length of the coach's cock by the quarterback's talented hand was eased by the copious pre-cum oozing from Pederson's cock. The intensity of the quarterback's ministrations only seemed to increase as Foles leaned in closer to where Pederson's tongue was flicking over Ertz's quivering ass lips. The sight of Nick Foles' pink tongue flickering along his lower lip was too much for Pederson to ignore. The coach pulled away from the tight end to flick his tongue along that of the MVP.
Nick Foles reared back involuntarily from the electric shock of tongue on tongue contact with his coach, staring wide eyed at the older man with a need that terrified him, before moving back in a face crashing lunge to lock lips with Doug Pederson. The quarterback's tongue wrestled with the coach's as Foles gave himself up to the power of the sin, hand gripping tighter still on the powerful cock of the older man. At that moment, Doug Pederson knew that he would be able to have Nick Foles whenever and however he wanted, just as he could with Zach and Carson. The full power of that knowledge tore through him like a tsunami as Nick moaned needfully into his mouth.
Part 2
Doug Pederson pulled himself away from the thrusting tongue of Nick Foles and gently but insistently turned the younger man's head toward Zach Ertz's still spit slick and gaping ass. He watched the full range of emotions wash over Nick as he drank in the sight before him. The needful hunger. The fearsome, aching apprehension. The knowledge that this was his last possible chance to pull away from this base depravity. The full war of good Nick versus bad Nick. Doug Pederson lessened his grip at the back of Nick Foles' head, smiling now at his back up quarterback as he stroked his fingers softly and lovingly through the short hair. The coach's smile widened and twisted into a leer as Nick moved inexorably closer to his doom.
Zach felt the shift and knew without looking that his coach was encouraging one of his quarterback's to take over the rimming even as his other quarterback once again started slipping his lips over his cockhead, eager to suck the fullness back into him. Twisting his head around, Zach Ertz cast his heavy lidded gaze behind as he watched and felt Nick Foles make first contact of tongue to ass. The tight end's entire body trembled at the first flicker over his winking ass. The trembling rolled over into a full on quake as the dam burst in Nick's fevered brain.
The tongue drove into him insistently, ravishingly as Zach relaxed his sphincter in the face of the needful invasion. Nick Foles dug his fingers deep and hard into the muscular flesh of Zach Ertz's ass, spreading the jock cheeks wider to allow himself more and better access to slake his thirst. The tight end clamped his own hands tight into the skull of his cocksucker as he speared his way fully into Carson Wentz's eagerly sucking throat. Doug Pederson watched his three stud players shaking with a shared need that drove the temperature around them up to dangerous levels, his own cock pulsing out strings of pre-cum onto the floor beneath him. Shifting slightly to the side, sucking his own fingers into his mouth, laving them liberally with his own spit, he moved them quickly to Carson's ass and sank them deep inside, drawing an echoing moan from the 25 year old that reverberated along the full length of Zach's pulsing cock in his mouth.
Doug Pederson drank in the sight before him as long as he dared, knowing that his boys were too turned on to last very long under the current circumstances. Recognizing the rising fire of Zach's dazed expression, the coach pulled his cock from Nick's grip, even as he maneuvered Carson's sucking face back and off of Zach's angrily hard cock. This action moved the tight end to rise up and simultaneously push tighter against the wildly fucking tongue of Nick Foles. The coach let them alone for the moment as he used his ass fucking fingers to urge Carson Wentz up from the floor. The two met in a brief but heated kiss as Pederson maneuvered the nearly healed quarterback to the exam table less than a foot away and laid him back onto it, fingers still splitting the quarterback cunt.
Zach watched, drunk with lust, as Doug lowered the table slightly, and then lifted Carson's still healing leg gently up, opening the quarterback's ass for Zach's greedy gaze. The tight end stepped away from the tongue deeply inserted into his ass toward one of his quarterback's even as the other rose behind him and followed. Nick's eyes were trained on the shifting power of the muscled backside he had just had his face eagerly buried in, at a surreptitious nod from his coach, he focused his desire into a sharp point and stepped tight against Zach, pressing himself against the tight end's sweaty back, his massive, achingly hard cock leading the way as he watched the tight end begin to position himself against Carson's quarterback ass.
Zach Ertz was momentarily, but fatally, distracted by the feel of his coach's rough palm cupping his ass cheek and pulling it away from it's twin. In the second that he had intended to call out his coach's cock blocking, at the exact moment he was preparing to slip at last into the longed for ass of Carson Wentz, Nick Foles did it for him, and the tight end was left to choke back a swallowing gasp as he felt nearly a foot of evangelical cock plowing it's way into him, and in turn driving him forward to impale the equally evangelical ass of his other stud quarterback.
The strangled, sobbing need of both bottoms echoed through the small steamy exam room deep under the Vikings stadium as three champions were united as a single rutting beast, drowned only by the roar of conquest by the jock fucking MVP that was Nick Foles. The surrender to the need the three men shared in this moment, the three sets of eyes rolling back into their skulls was nearly more than Doug Pederson could take as he drank in the depraved sight.
The invasion of Zach Ertz's tight ass was echoed by the balking clutch of the ass of Carson Wentz under him. Nick Foles drove his full, massive length deep into the tight end, profoundly high on the dank heat that surrounded his achingly hard shaft as he drove forward and the clasping tightness fighting against each long withdrawal. Zach found his hips moving back with Nick's on the backstrokes, just out of sync enough to be frustrating, as the tight end grew rapidly and irrevocably dependent on the pile driving thrusts of the profoundly hung MVP. On each crashing drive of the top quarterback's cock, the tight end's cock was rocketed erratically, deeply, into the greedy jock snatch of the bottom quarterback. Zach hitched one foot awkwardly onto a thin ridge of metal in hopes of gaining himself better, more secure purchase, desperate to control this mind altering fuck, eager to show Carson that he was as talented a cocksman as he was a bottom, and equally eager to drag Nick to heights unknown with his own greedy cunt.
The new position allowed him to spread his ass just that much wider and to lean farther over his bitched out QB as he fucked the tight jock ass clasping his own eight and a half inch prick. More than that though, it gave him leverage to push back against Foles' novice rutting, and after a few attempts, to milk at the foot of MVP cock ruining his ass. Doug Pederson partially climbed onto the table, pulling Carson's dangling head up even as he encouraged Zach's down so that both men could serve his cock with their talented tongues. Carson Wentz gingerly slipped one strong leg around behind Nick Foles, spurring the man on.
The feel of his fellow quarterback's thigh muscles tightening served notice of each pile driving thrust into Zach's eager ass, allowing Carson all the time he needed to relax his own sphincter momentarily to allow the tight end's thick cylinder of jock shaft to slam back deep into his own body. The feel of his coach's hand wedging between he and Zach, fingers curling around his cock as he ran his tongue and lips along the fat, bulging shaft of the coach drove Carson to a level of abject lust that he didn't think humanly possible. Twisting his head slightly away from Pederson's grip, Wentz slipped his lips over the flaring crown of the uncut older man, sucking as much of the shaft into his greedy throat as possible, even as he watched Zach's sexy lips and dancing tongue tracing along the remainder of the nine inches of coach cock.
Zach and Nick had found a rhythm now, two bone crushing jock fuckers driving themselves together, almost a foot of MVP cock tearing it's way through one of footballs most legendary tight end asses, even as it drove that tight end's cock into another spectacular jock butt, ratcheting up Carson's needful hunger in time with their own. Nick Foles hunched over Zach Ertz's muscular back, sweat raining down on the already slick musculature, as he slid one big hand around and cupped Zach's muscle tit, pinching down instinctively on the pointed nipple. The tight end let slip a deep, rumbling roar at the motion, encouraging his ass ramming quarterback to pinch down and fuck up in harder and harder. His teeth clenched as he pulled up and way from Doug Pederson's exposed cock flesh, eyes locked drunkenly on Carson Wentz slurping as much of that very cock into his face as possible, even as Zach continued driving himself balls deep, crashing bruisingly against the ass raped quarterback's clasping, milking jock cunt.
Doug Pederson ripped his swelling, pulsing cock from between Carson Wentz's lips, wanting nothing more than to see his load spew out onto the handsome face and searching tongue. His first shot came abruptly, before he could aim, and fired hotly onto Zach Ertz's chin and jaw, half then dripping back down onto Carson's outstretched tongue at the same time his second pulse of coach semen painted along the other side of the quarterback's face, running along his jawline before letting one small glob fall onto the floor beneath them. Carson's ass clutched tight, strangling around Zach's pile driving cock as the bitched out quarterback's own first blast of cum rocketed forth under the influence of Doug Pederson's tightly gripping fist. The sharp alkaline smell of quarterback cum complimented the feeling of sweaty flesh being further slicked up as it painted the chests of the bottom QB and the tight end. Six full, powerful blasts of Wentz cum answered the five powerful loads of Pederson's, as the quarterback's milking ass muscles drew his top fucker closer to getting his own nut.
Zach Ertz hunched further over Carson, sucking their coach's cum off the fucked out stud's lips, chin and jawline, letting himself slip into the inevitability of his own orgasm, feeling the swelling ache rise in his nuts as his cock seemed to grow thicker inside the welcoming jock cunt of one of his stud quarterbacks. Just before the dam burst, the tight end felt the sharpness of teeth in his shoulder as his other stud quarterback drove painfully, fully inside his greedy cunt, biting down in a futile attempt to choke off a sobbing scream.
The already massive cock deep inside Zach Ertz's bowels swelled larger still, thicker and longer, it's flesh burning hotter against the tortured tissue of the tight end's ravaged jock cunt. Nick Foles was spewing a drowning load deep inside his tight end's miraculous ass, flooding his cum into the clenching hole with a base desperation that threatened to drive him insane, even as his fucked out bottom bitch was spewing his own load deep inside his fellow quarterback.
The smell and heat in the room, the slickness of Zach's sweaty back against his own muscular chest, the encouraging hook of Carson's muscular leg spurring him on and into the tight end, the look of proud, lusty satisfaction on their coach's face when the two locked eyes. These things and more conspired to draw Nick Foles orgasm out in a way that he was sure would have knocked Zach Ertz up if possible.
Four sated, fucked out men were tangled together, joined by cocks, still clutching asses, and eager searching tongues, as their breathing slowly began to return to normal, and their pounding hearts slowed in satisfaction.
Nick Foles realized that, even after two massive orgasms into Zach Ertz's willing body, his cock was still hard. He would worry about the sinful implications of that later.