Warning: This story contains gay sex. If you are under the legal age to read such material in your country, or are likely to be offended by such material, then read no further. This story is fiction and in no way implies the sexual orientation of any of the celebrities mentioned, or any personal knowledge about their private lives.
Kangaroo Teammates 11
The Calendar Shoot
Nick Youngquest didn't often walk around naked in front of strangers, but it was par for the course when taking part in a photoshoot for a calendar called `Naked Rugby League'. It was only a small shoot, and the entire team were professionals, so he wasn't particularly worried that his tackle was hanging for anybody to see. Not that he was ashamed of it -he was the only player to agree to show any part of his genitalia, and would have been happy to go full frontal.
Ok Nick, that's the last shot,' said the photographer, an older female. I've got a whole roll, so I think we're done.'
`Sweet,' he replied.
`There's a shower block at the end of the hall, if you want to wash off the makeup. It's players-only, so you'll have some privacy' the photographer added.
Excellent, thanks again,' Nick said. He did the calendar because it was for charity, but he had to admit he enjoyed the feeling. He worked very hard on his body, and he loved the attention it was receiving. The scenery wasn't too bad either. Nick wasn't gay, but he had taken a few second glances at some of the other guys in the calendar during their shoots. Jonathon Thurston, Greg Bird and Michael Witt especially -that kid cleaned up good. And to make it hotter, Nick had heard a few rumours during the shoots of Witty's escapades with another player -Greg Bird. Apparently, they'd had a a private moment or two during breaks in shooting. Nick didn't bat an eyelid when he first heard the rumours -tons of players hooked up. It was the nature of the beast, footy teammates were often naked around each other, often shared girls, often worked out together. They were more than mates, they were teammates, and teammates could get away with a lot. When Nick played at the Dragons, his last club, he'd fooled around with his teammate Matt Cooper on plenty of occasions. Nick didn't pursue it, but if the opportunity to mess about with a guy he thought was hot came up, he was always going to take it.
He just didn't expect one to come up that day.
When the photographer told Michael Witt and Greg Bird that the shower block offered `privacy', they both knew exactly what was going to happen next. Over the last few days of the shoot, the two had sneaked off on numerous occasions to fool around. For two bona fide bottoms like Greg and Witty, being around so many naked, hot guys led to all sorts of problems that needed to be taken care of. Luckily, they both enjoyed taking care of problems. They tried to hide it, but it didn't always work. This morning, their plans for a quick, flip-flop fuck in an empty room had been interrupted by a production assistant opening the wrong door. So when they were given the all-clear and told the shoot was over a few moments ago, they quickly took advantage.
Right now, the two league studs were standing under two shower heads, making out passionately. Hands and legs went everywhere, desperate for intimacy. Their hard cocks pressed against each other, rubbing and grinding with even the smallest movement, like two swordsmen fighting for supremacy.
`I want you to fuck me..' Witty moaned, as Greg's hands squeezed his waist.
`I want you to fuck me...' Greg replied. Witty smiled, gripping Bird's firm arse.
`I asked first..' Witty said, slipping a wet finger inside Greg's oft-used hole.
`You think that's going to get me to change my mind?' Greg asked with a smile. He pushed his arse back, getting more of Witty's finger inside of him. Witty couldn't help but pull it in and out, toying with the horny stud.
`This might,' Witty replied. His finger still lodged inside Greg, Witty dropped to his knees, and with one fell swoop, took the entire length of Greg's hard cock into his mouth. Greg moaned as Witty's rhythym took him to the edge -his finger fucking combined with the wet blowjob was irresistibly hot. Greg let out a loud moan, running his hands down his bulky chest while the Greek Statue-esque body of Michael Witt devoured his cock. If Witty was trying to get Greg horny enough to fuck, it had worked.
Stand up man,' Greg said, pulling Michael to his feet. He turned him around, pushed him up against the tiled wall, then slid his cock between Witty's arse cheeks. He'd never fucked an arse as perfectly formed as Witty's. Two round, muscular globes of pure masculinity, the definition of a bubble butt. Let me eat your arse man..' Greg moaned, sliding his cock up and down against the object of his desire. With Witty bent over, it was a simple case of Greg dropping to his knees behind him, then slamming his face inside Witty's wet crevice. His nose pressed against the crack, while his tongue circled around the pink hole, while his hands kneaded the firm ass cheeks, while his own cock pointed straight up at its eventual target. Witty whimpered -he loved getting rimmed, especially by a guy, it was so animalistic and so sexual. Girls just didn't enjoy doing it as much as guys. He'd often find himself in the lockerroom, legs behind his head, with a steady stream of his teammates waiting to get a taste of perfection.
But even rimjobs were just a prelude to something better.
`Fuck me man, please,' Witty begged. He'd been wanting Greg's cock since this morning. Greg didn't waste any time. He got to his feet, lathered his cock with some soap, then slid deep inside the most perfect hole. It didn't take long for Witty, the ultra-bottom, to take over. He'd buck his hips and push his body backwards, completely impaling himself on Greg's cock. Greg's hands ran all over his body, squeezing his rock-hard biceps, scraping along his back. The water and the exertion defined even the smallest of muscles on Witty's body, and it was truly a sight to behold. His loud moans permeated the air, coupled with the sound of Greg's dick pushing in and out. Greg ran a hand down his own body, sliding a finger inside his hole. The only thing that matched fucking Witty, was getting fucked himself. Even when Greg was with girls, he loved arse-play. His most recent girlfriend had ended their relationship when they took part in a threesome, and the other guy fucked Greg more than her. Soon, he had two fingers inside himself, and he leant back, thrusting deeper inside Witty and allowing his own fingers to penetrate even further. That feeling, combined with Witty's perfect arse and a load that had been building for hours, didn't afford Greg much stamina. His breaths became shorter, his thrusts harder and soon, it was all too much.
I'm coming man, gunna shoot all over you..' Greg said, yanking his dick out of Witty, then unloading onto his back. Lines of spunk coated his fuckbuddy's ripped back, but were quickly washed away by the shower. It was excellent timing, because Greg's phone had just started ringing. It was in the lockerroom adjacent to the shower, but was easily heard. Fuck,' Greg said. `That's going to be my manager, I really have to take it,' he added.
`That's sweet man, I can wait,' Witty replied. He didn't know it then, but Greg wasn't coming back.
Nick Youngquest heard the phone ring from inside the black bag in the lockerroom, he just didn't expect a naked, still-hard Greg Bird to walk in and pick it up. Nick was naked himself, and almost thought to cover up until he realised how pointless it would be. Greg had seen him naked countless times over the past few days. Nick gave him a nod and a smile, as Greg finished the phone call.
Ok, thanks, I guess I'll see you in half an hour,' he said, closing the flip-phone. He looked at Nick. My manager.' Nick nodded again.
`He interrupt something?' Nick asked, looking at Greg's cock. Greg grinned.
`Just finished actually,' he replied.
`Witty?' Nick asked.
Yep,' Greg replied. I told him I'd be back, but I gotta run.' Greg and Nick thought the exact same thing, and both men smiled. `Give him one for me,' he added, giving Nick's cock a quick squeeze before leaving.
Not all the players at the shoot required privacy for their hook-ups. In fact, some shunned it. The shoot took place near a private lake, and just 100m from shore, Liam Fulton and Jonathon Thurston were giving a show to anybody in eyeshot. They'd spent the night on a boat Jonathon owned. It was only small, but big enough for their needs. Last night, Jonathon had fucked Liam on the deck, and this morning Liam was looking to return the favour. The two had first hooked up at the breakfast before last year's Grand Final, an occurance that wouldn't have been so strange if they weren't on opposite teams in the next day's match. Since that memorable quickie, they had been inseperable fuckbuddies. At least once a week they'd hook up, either by themselves or with a third. Right now, Jonathon was sitting on the boat's edge, running his hands over his olive skinned, defined body. He was only wearing a pair of blue speedos. A few feet away, reclining in a chair, Liam, in white speedos , played with his heavy bulge.
`So, you want to fuck me man?' Jonathon asked. He stood up, turned around and bent over in front of Liam. His hands pulled at his arse cheeks, kneading them through the Speedo fabric. With one tug, he pulled the Speedo forward into his crack, squeezed his cheeks and created a do-it-yourself thong.
Fuck yeah..' Liam replied. He was leaking pre-cum, and he wasn't even hard yet. Jonathon turned around, and saw the wet patch on Liam's speedos grow. He couldn't resist leaning down and taking the entire bulge into his mouth. Liam leaned forward, running a hand along Jonathon's muscular back, then kneading his even more muscular arse cheeks. Can't wait to get inside you..'
`Really?' Thurston asked. He moved so he was sitting on Liam's lap, a leg other side. Liam's hard package rested inbetween his arse cheeks, and he taunted his fuckbuddy by rolling back and forth.
`Mmm...' Liam moaned. His hands gripped Jonathon's arse, which he pulled forward and back over his growing, Speedo-encased cock. Above him, Jonathon stretched his arm behind Liam, and pulled back a bottle of lube.
`Fuck foreplay,' he said with a smile. Liam grinned back, a grin that grew as Jonathon covered his hands in the lube. Then, he reached back and freed Liam's thick cock from it's lycra prison. Liam whimpered as Jonathon lathered his cock in the lube. Then, it was a simple matter of pulling down his own Speedos, and lowering himself onto the slick shaft. It was a familiar feeling for both men, but that didn't mean it wasn't good.
`Oh fuck babe, bounce on my cock..' Liam begged. Jonathon's massive, hairy thighs and calves powered his body, as it squatted, raised and lowered itself on the thick beast. Liam roughly toyed with Jonathon's cock, wanking his fuckbuddy's piece as they shared a kiss. Liam then took control, using his own thighs to meet Jonathon halfway. Soon, his cock had a clear, slick passage inside his lover, bringing both men to the peak of ectasy.
Ohhh,' Jonathon moaned. Liam was absolutely hammering him now, and the two were groaning in unison. Fuck me mate,' he added, his own cock leaking pre-cum.
Get up,' Liam commanded. Jonathon did so, pulling himself off Liam's hard cock. He couldn't help but drop to his knees and suck his mate's heavy balls, taking them into his mouth and swirling his tongue over them. Bend over..' Liam added. Jonathon dropped his balls from his mouth, then turned around and walk to the edge of the boat. Liam admired his legs and arse, before stepping behind him and sliding his cock deep inside. `Can't wait to cum inside you..' Liam said. He didn't waste any time, creating a frenetic fucking pace inside Jonathon's hole.
I can't wait to let you..' Jonathon replied, arching his back and pressing his arse backwards. His muscular arms gripped the edge of the boat, while the sun beat down on the two stud's bodies. They were fucking for the whole world to see, and they both loved it. Liam's big hand moved under Jonathon's body, then began pumping his hard cock. Shit man.. I'm going to cum if you keep that up..' Jonathon said. That just made Liam beat faster.
`Tell me to stop..' Liam said. Jonathon took a moment to reply.
`Faster..'
With that one word, Liam became a man possessed. He not only jacked Jonathon's cock furiously, but his own fucking became faster than ever. He planted his cock deep inside Jonathon's tight arse with fast, rough strokes.
I'm coming..' Jonathon whimpered. Oh fuck!' he moaned, as his cock emptied onto the deck, load after load painting the floor with hot jism.
Fuck yeah man!' Liam said. Now he could focus on himself. He gripped Jonathon's waist, then started fucking him so hard Jonathon was afraid of falling overboard. The sides of the boat shook with every thrust from the 90 kilogram athlete, who had been working up an all-over sweat. I'm gunna shoot man! Oh fuck! `Here it comes!!' he screamed. One final thrust sent his cock all the way in, where it rested as a torrent of cum shot from its head, filling Jonathon's hole.
`Fuckin' fill me up man!' Jonathon yelled, lost in the moment. Liam's heavy balls shot another load inside Jonathon, and then another. It was the biggest amount of cum Liam had ever shot, and he was almost disappointed he didn't get to see it. But the feeling was worth it.
As the two men came down from their sexual nirvana, they spotted a group of onlookers at the lake's shore.
`Do you reckon they spotted us?' Liam asked.
`I fucking hope so,' Jonathon replied with a smile.
When Nick entered the shower block, Witty was oblivious. He had his back turned, and was toying with himself, soaping his hard cock, fingering his open hole. Greg was a great fuck, but he was a quick fuck. Normally, Witty would have pumped two loads out of him.
`Greg had to go,' Nick said by way of introduction. Witty turned around suddenly, then smiled.
`That's a shame,' Witty replied. He looked over Nick's impressive body. He was tall, handsome, tanned and buff, with a long, thick cock. A stark contrast to Greg's short, bulky body, but a good contrast.
`Anything I can help with?' Nick replied, running a strong hand over Witty's waist. Witty's hard cock pressed against Nick's growing member, and Nick looked down and smiled. In one movement, he leaned forward for a kiss, and grabbed Witty's rock-hard dick. Witty moaned, tilted his head back, then moaned louder as Nick dropped a row of kisses down his neck.
Fuck me man,' Witty moaned. It wasn't a matter of will, it was a matter of way. It took a few strokes from Witty to get Nick's cock fully-hard, but after that, the rest was simple. Nick grabbed Witty, pulled him off his feet, then slid his cock in from underneath. It was a complicated, exhausting position, but the feelings on both ends were worth it. At its full length, Nick's cock was a good eight inches. And Witty's tight arse was a perfect fit. Nick used his powerful legs to move Witty against the wall, and Witty arched his body back, gripping onto the shower head with both hands, accentuating the muscles in his chest while his arse impaled itself on Nick's thick shaft. Nick leaned forward, licking every one of Witty's six-pack. The water cleaned off the sweat building from their fucking, but it couldn't clean the pre-cum leaking from Nick's cock, which lubricated his passage inside Witty. Oh fuck yeah dude!'
You look so fucking perfect..' Nick moaned, his balls slapping against Witty's arse. I got so much cum for you..'
`Let me see it..' Witty begged. Nick smiled, then pulled his cock out of Witty. In a flash, Witty dropped to his knees and opened wide, his tongue outstretched. Nick slapped his rock-hard shaft over Witty's boyish face, making his new fuckbuddy beg for his seed.
`So close..' Nick moaned. Witty was furiously beating his own cock, which had been hard since his fuck with Greg.
`I'm coming!' Witty yelled.
`Same! Oh fuck man!' Nick groaned, as his cock erupted onto Witty's face, drenching his tongue, lips and cheeks in load after load. Below, Witty's own cock pumped two loads of cum onto his thigh, bringing him to the same high as Nick. In the post-orgasm bliss, Witty cleaned Nick's cock dry. He stood, and the two shared a passionate kiss, their cum-soaked dicks rubbing against each other.
You know, I've always been big on saving water..' Nick said with a smile. And I need another shower..'
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