Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. The author does not know Chris Simms, and has no knowledge of his private life whatsoever. This is a pure fantasy depicting sex between consenting adult men. If this offends you, do not read further. If not, enjoy!
"Chris Simms - Longhorn Nights"
As a college sports reporter for the University at Texas-Austin radio station, I often get assignments to interview athletes from around the college. This past summer, I was working the summer quarter shift while taking classes at the University, and since there weren't many other people around this time of year, I got a lot of the major assignments, even though I'm only a junior. It was pretty challenging work, but boy did it pay off in the end!
In early August, I found out that I had scored the interview of my dreams - Texas Longhorns quarterback Chris Simms! He had always been big news around the school, because his father Phil Simms was a famous NFL quarterback. But this was the first year he would be starting for the whole season, and now he was the talk of all of Texas - he was expected to carry the team to a championship and was the pre-season favorite for the Heismann trophy. But that wasn't the real reason I wanted to interview him so much. He is, to put it lightly, a Greek god. At 6 foot 5 inches and 225 pounds, he is a mammoth of muscle, but at the same time he has an absolutely angelic face - wide, sparkling blue eyes, short blond hair, and a breathtaking smile. Actually, I was a little worried about this interview - I didn't know if I would be able to control myself! Certainly, I would have a raging hard-on the whole time, I just had to hope that he wouldn't notice.
Well, the day of the interview finally came, and I was really excited to meet him. I prepared a whole bunch of professional-sounding questions, but football would probably be furthest from my mind while looking at him. Anyway, we arranged to meet in a small press room at the football stadium before a routine practice. I sat there with my microphone and notepad for almost a half an hour until he finally showed up. But it was certainly worth the wait - he came in wearing a stripped-down version of his Longhorns uniform, without most of the padding that players have to wear on the field, and he looked amazing! I introduced myself and shook his hand - he had a very firm handshake! I'm only 6 foot 1, so while he didn't exactly tower over me, he certainly had to look down to talk. We both sat down and I asked him a bunch of pretty formal questions about the upcoming season. But after awhile, the tone of the conversion started to change.
I asked him about his recent cover story in The Sporting News magazine, where they had picked him as the Heismann winner, and he started to laugh.
"You thought it was too much hype?" I asked.
"No, that's not it. It's just that it was a little embarrassing, if you know what I mean."
I didn't, so I said "What are you talking about?"
"Well," he replied, "didn't you think the photos were a little too...revealing?"
I couldn't believe that he just brought this up. On both the cover and the main photo in the story, the outline of his penis was clearly visible through his tight white uniform. Of course I had noticed this (you wouldn't believe how excited I was when I first saw the issue), and I had jerked off to the two photos every night since I bought it. I didn't want him to know how much I obsessed over the photos, so I just said "Oh, it wasn't that bad."
"Oh, come on. You could see my dick on every newsstand in America!" he joked, laughing.
"Well, I'm sure it made some people very happy." I joked back, hoping he would drop the subject before he made me bust a nut in my pants.
Then, unbelievably, he looked right at me and said "You think so?" while giving me a very flirtatious smile. Maybe I was reading into him too much, but it really seemed to me like he might be a little interested in me.
I was speechless, so I just stared right back at his beautiful blue eyes for a few moments before I forced out "Well, a lot of girls probably bought up every issue they could find." I was trying to keep the tone light, and I certainly didn't want him to know that I was gay. This guy was a lot bigger than me, and a football player, for crying out loud, so I really didn't want him to get mad at me. But on the other hand, the way he was looking at me was so sensuous that I couldn't rule out the possibility that he was gay too. If he was, I wouldn't be too surprised if he was attracted to me - I'm pretty hot myself, or so I've been told. People always tell me I look like one of the Carlson twins from the Abercrombie & Fitch catalogues, and even though it's very flattering, it's really not far off. I modeled a bit in high school and I've been working out a lot since I got to college.
Chris just laughed when I said that, putting his head down with embarrassment - God was he cute! - and on the way up he stopped his head right as he passed over my crotch with his eyes. My heart felt like it stopped as well when he did this, and I quickly glanced down at my pants to see what he was looking at - only to discover the massive tent-pole I was sporting! I had been hard for so long that there was even a wet spot right in the center where I had been dripping pre-cum from my swollen cock. I thought I had worn pants that would hide this problem, but they were no match for my rock-hard dick.
"It looks like you've got the same problem right now," Chris said with a very obvious tone of lust in his voice. I couldn't believe it - my suspicions were true, no doubt about it! Right now, the best (and hottest) college football player in the country was sitting in a room alone with me, staring at my cock! It was just too good to be true, I felt like I was about to faint. But as the possibilities raced into my head, my thoughts quickly turned to primal lust. If Chris Simms wanted to fuck me, I would give him the fuck of his life.
My eyes shifted over to his tight, white uniform pants to see if he had as much interest below the waist as he had in his voice, and boy, did he show interest! I could see his erection growing fast beneath his pants as it bulged out to one side, giving me a nice look at the outline of his cock. His dick was a familiar sight to me by now, but never under these conditions! It just kept going and going, until it was at least nine inches. I looked back up into his eyes and he was still smiling at me, slowly moving closer to my chair. We understood each other without having to say a word - we let our cocks speak for themselves. I finally uttered "We better turn this microphone off."
He stopped and said "Wait, not right now. Someone might walk in." My heart sank - I couldn't wait any longer to jump his bones.
"Really? You think?" I said, somewhat upset.
He laughed a little more and said "Yeah, but I'll tell you what. Meet me back at my apartment after practice. Like 9:00, ok?" He gave me the address, and you better believe I would remember it for later!
"Yeah, that would be great," I muttered, still taking glances down at his beautifully hard penis. Just then, he made a quick grab with one hand for my cock, gave it a firm, quick squeeze, sending a heat wave of pleasure throughout my body, and then bolted from his chair out the door. I just sat there, still in shock. My dick was aching and swollen, and it would be hours before I would get to be with Chris alone again. I couldn't wait any more for release, so I quickly headed out the door a minute later and made my way over to the men's room at the stadium, all the while trying to conceal the bulge in my pants. I went into a stall, quickly ripped my pants and boxers down, and started jerking off furiously over the toilet, standing up. It didn't take long for me to cum, and while I pumped my thick, 8 inch cock up and down, I thought of all the things I wanted to do to Chris, and all of the things I wanted him to do to me. Surely, I wanted to drive that luscious cock into my mouth and my ass, but I also pictured his rock-hard abs and pecs, hot, pressed up against me, his legs wrapped around my body, grinding us together...in no time, I was shooting a giant wad of cum into the toilet. I zipped up, got my equipment from the press room, and went home to relax. In only a few hours, Chris Simms would be all mine.
At 9:30 (I wanted to be sure he'd be home), I approached his off-campus apartment building where he stayed during the summer. I rang the buzzer and after awhile, heard his low, sexy voice say "Hello."
"Hey, it's me. Sorry I'm a little late."
"No problem, come right up."
I jetted up to his apartment on the sixth floor, my heart pounding and my dick throbbing. As I reached the door, it finally dawned on me - this is it. Your ultimate fantasy come to life before your very eyes. I was filled with so much adrenaline, so much energy and lust, I felt like I was going to burst.
Chris opened the door slowly, and I walked in. He was wearing a white Hanes T-Shirt, tight around his awesomely ripped chest, and loose, long khakis, and he looked even better than before, if that was possible. I was in a black T-Shirt and jeans, and I ambled into his living room, not knowing what to expect. He offered me a beer, and told me to take a seat, and that immediately calmed me down. I plopped down on his black leather sofa, and looked around his place. Boy, was this guy living comfortably. Everything looked like it cost a million bucks, and no doubt a lot of it did.
I heard his voice from another room yell out "Hey, do you smoke?" I said "Sure," not knowing exactly what he meant. Since I smoked both cigarettes and weed, whatever he had in mind was all right with me. I was surprised though, when he walked into the living room with two beers in one hand and a giant, two-foot glass bong in the other.
"Nice," I said, looking forward to the weed relaxing my racing mind. Then I had a thought and asked, "Hey, don't they drug test you for the team?"
He laughed a little and said "When you're the star quarterback, there are ways around everything."
I laughed back at him as he turned on a rap CD from his huge stereo system. I really didn't expect such an all-American boy like Chris to be this chill, but it was a pleasant surprise. I loving being high when I fuck - my head just ends up swimming in pleasure. He sat down on the couch next to me, and we passed the bong back and forth a few times. The weed hit me immediately - whatever hook-up he was getting in Austin was a lot better than mine! We sat there, our heads buzzing for awhile, feeling the beat from the music, when he finally turned to me and said "You know, I could tell that you were into me as soon as we met."
That's not usually what I hear from guys - since I act completely straight, no one can ever really tell that I'm gay unless I tell them.
"How?" I asked, cracking up, looking back at him into his gorgeous blue eyes.
"Well, for one thing," he replied, giggling "I could see your boner when I first walked in the room."
I laughed back at him, and slowly moved myself closer to him on the couch. I could see now that his eyes were turning bright red, as I'm sure mine were too. We were both stoned out of our minds, full of lust, and ready to fuck each other's brains out. At the same time, we moved one arm over to the other's head, drawing our faces closer together. I closed my eyes, and the next thing I felt was Chris's warm, full lips touching mine. As I opened my mouth, I felt his hot tongue enter and push its way deep into my mouth, licking the length of my tongue. As our tongues snaked around each other, exploring every surface, nook and cranny of our mouths, our hands wandered across each other's muscular backs. I moved one hand down to his cock, bulging in his khakis, and pressed against the whole length of it, feeling all 9 and a half inches of hot, hard flesh. Soon, I felt his hand wander over my cock, his fingers wrapping around the thick shaft, tugging gently.
With my other hand, I began to lift up his T-shirt, pushing it up his back and over his head. We stopped kissing so he could finish taking it off, and in the meantime I quickly lifted my own shirt over my head. We sat there now, both topless, taking in each other's rock-hard chests with our eyes. He was so built, it made me jealous. Each muscle was so sharp and defined - and his pecs were enormous. I couldn't resist, so I reach out and grabbed one, squeezing gently as I went in for another kiss. This time, it was a harder, more animal kiss - our hard tongues wrestled together with furious passion. His sweaty hands wandered all over my chest and back, deeply massaging my muscles. As I tried to get one hand into his pants, we knew it was time, so we both stopped for a moment and unzipped our pants. With one tug, my jeans and boxers were down to my knees, and my throbbing cock sprang out into Chris's view. His eyes widened and he stopped working on his own pants, entranced by the site of my dripping, red hot dick. He quickly went down to it, adjusting himself on the couch so that he was lying down, and with one motion, engulphed all of my 8 inches into his hungry mouth. I was surprised how good a cocksucker he was! Later, he told me he had started sucking cock when he was 12, so I guess he's had a lot of practice by now. He worked my shaft with his mouth like an expert - it didn't take long for me unload a thick stream of cum down his threat. He greedy licked up all the cum off my slit, and then let out a low, ecstatic groan as he savored the taste of my juice.
Her smiled up at me to let me know that it was my turn now, so I quickly rearranged myself on the sofa so that I could begin sucking him off. I yanked down his khakis and boxers, and his giant tool smacked me across the cheek, leaving a trail of hot pre-cum. I knew he was anxious to blow his load, so I wasted no time and swallowed it whole before even getting a good look at it. As his cock-head hit the back of my throat, he moaned loudly. His tool filled my mouth completely - it felt even bigger than it looked! I went up and down on his long, thick shaft only a few times before I felt a stream of hot, delicious cum pump into the back of my mouth. I swished it around in my mouth a few times, letting the thick strands rope around my tongue so I could take in the taste. Then, I swallowed the load while licking his oozing cock clean.
I waited for a moment, staring at his red, salivated penis, and then moved my head back up to meet his as we began to copiously make out again. The cum still in our mouths mingled together, making the kiss sticky and gooey. Our mouths were sort of dry from weed by now, so we drank some beer before locking our mouths together again. He was an amazing kisser - firm but completely open and tender. I ran my fingers through his short blonde hair as he felt up my pecs. We both had a lot of sexual energy left, so in no time it was round two for our lovemaking. He whispered in my ear "Let's fuck," and it sent shivers down my spine.
By now, we were both completely naked on the sofa, but since we needed some more room, we made our way over to his bedroom, never breaking up our embrace. We tumbled onto his king size bed, me on top of him, and he threw his mammoth legs over my shoulders, exposing his asshole between two muscular orbs of flesh. I grabbed onto his shoulders with my hands. I easily slipped my cock, still wet with Chris's saliva, up his hole and into his body. He didn't wince at all in pain, later explaining that his ass had been stretched out over his teenage years. I fucked him hard and fast, moaning loudly as his sphincter worked on my shaft. I slowed down and sped up a few times, and after about ten minutes of solid fucking, I shot load after load of hot jism up into his intestines. He smiled the whole time, tugging on his erection while letting me concentrate on fucking him expertly.
As I finished unloading into him, I pulled my dick out quickly, eagerly anticipating what was next. This was what I wanted more than anything else, for Chris Simms to fuck me hard up my ass. We quickly switched positions, and I opened up my legs for him, my hungry hole ready to take all 9 and a half inches. His cock-head was so huge, it took a little while for him to get it through the ring of flesh around my anus. Once my asshole fully relaxed, his giant cock slid effortlessly to the hilt. Once his balls slapped my ass and his blonde pubes tickled my skin, I knew he was in all the way. The feeling was indescribably beautiful - the way he filled me completely, the way he pumped in and out of me with such strength. I could see every one of his muscles tightening as he worked my ass in and out, all the while letting out guttural, animal groans of pleasure. I pushed back strongly to meet his thrusts, and his cock probed further and further into my body, until it felt like any minute it would come out of my mouth!
After ten minutes of solid fucking, I expected him to orgasm, but he just kept on going and going. He was in perfect control - every time he sounded like he was about to cum, he slowed down his thrusts just enough to keep himself going. I got hard again and started to jerk myself off - he saw what I was doing and lent me a hand, the clasping his fingers around the base of my cock as I worked on the head. The sensation of his meat pounding in to me made me so aroused that I came quickly - my wad flew all over the place, spurts landing on my chest as well as Chris's pecs. I realized that I now had three orgasms and Chris only had one, so it was time for him to catch up. He began to thrust faster and faster, and his balls slapped my ass loudly. His face turned red, and he screamed out in ecstasy as he began to finally cum. I could feel his dick contract as he unloaded buckets of hot cum deep into my body. As he came, I used my sphincter muscle to squeeze on his cock in order to heighten his orgasm - it was an old trick I picked up in boarding school. As he pulled out of my asshole, he was dripping in sweat from head to toe - his blonde hair was matted down to his head. Needless to say, I have never been fucked that well in my life.
We rolled around together in his bed for a while, licking the sweat off each other's bodies and running our hands over each other's well-defined muscles. After we both calmed down, we walked back into the living room, naked, for another round of bong hits. We decided to pack it twice this time, giving our minds over completely to the weed's effects. We lay down on the couch, his arms around me, holding me tightly, and we both slowly drifted off to sleep.
The next morning he asked me if his secret was safe. I told him on one condition - that we do this all again sometime. His smiled and said "You got it, man." Now, every time he comes back to school for a home game, I'm the first person he calls.
THE END