Hey guys! Been awhile since I've gotten a story out, so I hope it's a good one. This one was, of course, inspired by a regular season loss for the Dallas Cowboys where Jessica Simpson featured prominently. If you hate the Cowboys or football in general, don't worry -- there's not much here ;) As always, I know nothing about Tony Romo's sexuality. I'd love to hear your comments, so hit me up at dk2891@yahoo.com or check out my Yahoo group at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/dk_erotic_stories. Hope you enjoy!
"Making the Best of a Bad Game"
I narrowed my eyes in concentration as I gazed across the bar at the familiar-looking cute guy, sipping on a mixed drink. I never would have figured Tony Romo would show his face at a dive like this, but then I suppose stranger things have happened. Today had been a bad day for the guy, of course. He'd played horribly in a loss against the Philadelphia Eagles that most of the Cowboys fans seemed to blame on his bubbly girlfriend, Jessica Simpson. I guess if I was him, I wouldn't want to show my face in one of the hot Dallas clubs or one of the post-game parties hosted by the big wigs.
I sauntered over to Romo, just as he finished his fourth whiskey and coke. "Another?" I asked helpfully as he looked up to me.
He nodded with a smile, his grin lighting up his face as I'd seen a hundred times on the television. Even drunk, the dude was gorgeous. As I poured his whiskey over ice, he stopped me before I could fill the remainder with coke. "You know, let's just stick to whiskey, okay? Make this one a double."
As I put a second shot of whiskey over ice for him, I watched him run a hand through his short hair absentmindedly. Feeling just a hair flirty, I slid the drink over to him and winked as I told him it was on the house. This wasn't a gay bar, but I was out and not above hitting on cute guys at work. It was a more than a little thrilling to hit on the Cowboys' star quarterback, even if it was after the worst game of his career. He just smiled back and thanked me for the drink, dropping a sizeable tip in the jar.
I wandered back over to another section of the bar to tend to some of my other customers, most of whom hadn't recognized our celebrity. Those that did seemed to just whisper at their tables and gawk, but left him in peace. I chatted up one of my regulars as she gossiped about someone else who came into the bar regularly. I didn't much care, but any good bartender knows how to work the tip jar.
Once I got her squared away, I went to check on Tony again - who had finished his drink by now. When I walked by him, he was just kinda staring off into space sadly, not paying attention to much of anything. "Sir," I started, purposely not calling him by name, "Do you want another drink?"
He slowly turned his head away from the wall to look at me and smiled slightly, "Sure. What the fuck, right? Nobody else wants to see me tonight, anyway."
Frowning, I leaned forward and put my elbows on the bar. He just looked at me with drunken interest, wondering what I was going to say. "You know," I said conspiratorially, "It doesn't matter what they're all talking about. If you like her, you like her."
He grinned again, that intoxicating brightness warming me, "I don't like her though, you know? I just... need to be seen with somebody, right?" He closed his eyes and whispered, "She's just such a fucking bad actress -- can't even stay low key in a god damn skybox."
I paused slightly before responding, "I'd disagree with you... but, I saw Dukes of Hazzard."
The Cowboy looked at me for a long second, considering what I had said, before his face finally cracked a smile and then broke into laughter. I smiled despite myself and started making another drink for him. Feeling a little emboldened by his drunken claim not to like his girlfriend, I poured myself a shot too. Holding it up against his double shot, I asked, "What should we toast to?"
"Hm..." he said exaggeratedly, before locking eyes with me, "to escape."
"To escape, then," I said, touching the edge of my shot to his before downing it quickly. Fully ignoring my other customers, I watched him shoot his drink and asked "How do you escape, besides your whiskey?"
He clearly operated very slowly when he was drinking, because he watched me for several long moments after I asked the question. After the pregnant pause, he said, "Depends on who I'm with."
I couldn't stop myself from blushing and I finally had to break his gaze, which was smoldering and unyielding. I knew we were flirting with each other now, so I poured myself another shot and downed it while the other bartender picked up my slack with the other customers. I was a good looking guy, a little younger than Tony at 24. I had short brown hair, spiked in the front and stood around 5'9" with a lean build.
When I turned back to him, he smiled and said, "Thought that might have been too much for you."
"Not at all, I..." I started, but I was cut off by my coworker who didn't recognize my celebrity flirt.
"Alex," she hissed, "Will you please help me? I know he's cute, but you've only got twenty minutes left. Hook up with him later, but get off the damn bar or I'm taking your tip jar."
I was about to get pissed, but Tony intervened, "She's right. I'm gonna head off..." I felt my heart fucking sink. I was tempted to kill the bitch for running him off, but then he quickly scribbled an address on a napkin, "Come on out to the house... if you want." He was already flushed from the alcohol, but he turned another shade darker as he invited me home. "My roommate is out, so we'll have some time."
Grinning, I accepted the address as he made his way off to catch his cab home.
His house was more modest than I'd expect of a couple of pro-football players to rent, but it was nice. I rang the doorbell and the door opened quickly. Tony was still flushed from the alcohol and had a faint sheen of sweat across his forehead, but had changed into a sexy gray t-shirt that hung to his pecs and loose pair of boxers. The alcohol had really hit him while he waited, I guess, because he didn't even say anything. He just leaned forward with a delirious grin on his face and kissed me in the doorway.
I parted my lips and instinctively licked across his, tasting the burn of whiskey on him. I knew it was stupid to make out on the front porch, but I couldn't help it and sank into his arms as he embraced me. His tongue swept into my mouth and we made out for another minute or so before a car driving by illuminated us in its headlights. He pulled back reluctantly, biting playfully at my bottom lip.
"Come on in," he said, slightly slurring his words and pulling me into the apartment.
I kicked the door closed behind me, as he moved in for another kiss. As I parted my lips again, though, he only brushed them with his, before he kissed across my stubbled jaw line. I shivered slightly as he blew across my ear and couldn't stop myself from reaching my hands under his shirt. He lowered himself to my neck as my hands explored his firm body. I leaned my head back as his thick tongue washed over my adam's apple, before he settled in on the soft skin at the base of my neck.
I was so fucking hot for him, I had to get his shirt off. I tugged my hands upward, forcing him to break off assaulting my neck as the tight gray shirt slid up over his head. "You're so... sexy," I said stupidly, not knowing what else to say at the sight of the half naked Romo. He had a firm upper body, killer biceps, and a nice flat stomach; plus, just a stitch of dark hair between his pecs and below his belly button.
He grinned at the compliment as I leaned forward and trolled my lips across his chest. As I tongued his biceps, he flexed for me playfully with a laugh and let me bite the taut muscle there. I drifted down from his bicep and returned to his defined chest. Playfully, I finally clamped down on one of his nipples. He yelped, but put his hand to the back of my head as I swabbed my tongue over the tender nub. I heard a moan escape his mouth as I worked on his nipple, but ever so gently I felt his hand start pushing my head further south. Happy to oblige the star, I slid down onto my knees and kissed his stomach. He inhaled sharply in anticipation as my whiskey-laden breath blew across his stomach.
"Go on," he whispered quietly.
I kissed his stomach one more time, before quickly dropping his boxers to the floor. His thick cock bobbed in the air in front of me, the slick head belying how into this he really was. While I watched him, a pearl of precum slid out of his piss slit and prepared to drip off of his dick. Moving with purpose, I stuck my tongue out and tasted Romo for the first time. The sweet flavor wasn't that different than anybody else's, I suppose, but it was exciting to think about who I was with. I grabbed the base of his cock with my hand and pushed it up, flat against his taut stomach. Leaning down, I drug my tongue slowly across the entire length of this dick and then back up again.
He sighed loudly above me as I finally took the head into my mouth and sucked more of the sweet precum out of his dick. He was pretty eager though and gently started pushing his length further into my mouth. I wanted it to, so I joined him and sucked him deeper into my mouth. I washed my tongue roughly against the underside of his cock, feeling him jerk as I did it. I tried as hard as I could to deepthroat him, but I couldn't quite get all the way. For a second, I just stayed like that -- dick wedged into my mouth and throat as deep as I could get him, enjoying the sexy, sweaty scent of the football stud. Then, I attacked his cock with fury. I slid back to his head fast, swabbing my tongue as I went, before plunging back down the length. I reached up and started massaging his lightly haired nuts with my hand, as I blew him.
"Aw, fuck Alex..." he moaned, running his hands through his short hair, "It's been awhile, I don't want to lose it so fast..."
I pondered the situation for a second as I sucked his dick. On one hand, Tony was still in his twenties -- I figured he'd be good for another round. We were both fucking drunk though and might just crash after sex... I wanted him to fuck me so bad, so I decided to pull back. Slowly, I pulled my lips off of his cockhead, leaving him bobbing wetly in the cool air again.
Tony pulled me up and yanked my shirt up over my head, before pushing me down onto his couch and kneeling between my legs. As he was unbuckling my belt, I blurted stupidly, "So, this is real? You really suck cock?"
He winked, "I'm good at it, too." He pulled my jeans and boxer briefs down to my knees and quickly engulfed my seven inches into his mouth. "Oh, fuck Tony..." I groaned, threading my hands through his dark hair. Unlike me, he could deepthroat and sunk all the way down to the hairy base of my dick. It had been a little while for me too and I just writhed on the couch, enjoying every sensation radiating out from my dick as he blew me expertly. I yelped as he reached one of his hands up to tweak one of my nipples. His eyes, as he looked up at me, were dark with lust. I would have loved to have talked dirty to him or something, but I was so fucking lost in the blowjob that I couldn't think.
Abruptly, he pulled off of my dick and yanked my jeans all the way off. "Lean up against the wall," he said firmly. I figured he was ready to fuck. It seemed like an unceremonial position, but, whatever. I was definitely not picky. I leaned my knees up on the back of the couch and pressed my hands against the wall. He didn't fuck me, though. His strong hands grabbed my ass and he screwed his tongue deep into my asshole. I was glad that I was leaning against the couch, because my knees nearly buckled as he started rimming me without warning. Any lingering doubts I might have had about his sexuality, even after the amazing blowjob, were erased by feeling of this quarterback's tongue fucking my ass.
Instinctively, I pressed my ass back -- hoping to help him go a little deeper. "Eat my ass, Tony," I grunted, closing my eyes in ecstacy. His tongue alternated between licking around the edges of my hole and then plunging in fully. We stayed like that for at least five minutes, but it could have been longer. "Tony," I moaned, "You've got to fuck me."
He pulled himself away from my ass and I lowered myself down from the wall. He already had his condom ready and slid it down over his cock. He handed me some lube and asked with a smile, "Lube me up?"
I laughed and squirted some of the gel into both of my hands and worked both of them over his dick. He leaned back against the couch and put his hands behind his head and just grinned like he won the fucking Superbowl or something as I worked over his dick with my hands. "Alright, alright," he finally said. "No sense wasting a condom on a hand job," he added with a wink.
Without a word, I climbed on top of him and lowered myself down onto his prick. He closed his eyes and allowed a moan to escape his lips as his cockhead popped in. "Feels so good," he whispered and leaned in to kiss me hard. When our lips touched, I slowly started fucking myself up and down on his cock -- any pain I felt draining away into pleasure has his cockhead massaged my prostate. We made out fiercely as I rode him, my own dick dripping its precum onto his stomach.
He broke our kiss, "I wanna fuck you, Alex... Is that okay?"
"Fuck yes," I hissed as I kissed him again and got off of his dick. In honesty, my legs were already a little tired from riding him.
I wanted to look at him while he fucked me, so I got onto my back and wrapped my legs around the stud quarterback as he pressed his dick into me. He threw his head back in pleasure as I felt the familiar scrape of his pubes against my ass and moaned, "You're so fucking tight."
He started off slowly, but he got into a strong rhythm pretty quickly, burying his dick into my ass repeatedly. With every thrust he drove me crazy, but he was calm and methodical as he nailed me. You know the look I mean, every guy who fucks well has it. Sweat was rolling down his body and his hair was a mess -- but, his face was just this perfect combination of pleasure, focus, and hard work. Every once in a while, I'd beg him to fuck me harder -- which he'd always respond to with a shy grin and a few minutes of extra hard pounding, before he'd go back to plugging away and getting us both closer to cumming.
After almost fifteen minutes of hard fucking, he brought one of his hands up to wipe the sweat off of his brow, the dark hair under his arms damp and curled. He smiled at me and said, "I'm not gonna last much longer, man... You're so fucking hot, I can't hold it."
"I want to suck it out of you, Tony..." I whispered as he kept fucking me.
"Oh, yeah," he grinned that sexy smile again. "I think we can do that." After a couple more thrusts, I pulled out of my and took his condom off. I reoriented myself and started jerking my own dick as I sucked his back into my mouth. I watched him intently as I rode over his dick like a man possessed. "Fuck.. I'm cumming, Alex..." I felt his nuts close up to his body and his face contorted into pure pleasure. He didn't say anything else, but his mouth just fell open and gave a quite sigh as he lost his load into my mouth. His big cock unloaded several huge spurts of his seed into my mouth, which I swallowed as fast as it came. As I drank his cum, my own cock erupted and spewed a string of my own spunk onto his couch.
I pulled off of his dick after swallowing the last of his cum and pulled him down onto me. He laid on top of me and we kissed quickly. As I figured, with the effects of the alcohol and sex -- we both fell asleep almost immediately. I was afraid of awkwardness in the morning, but there wasn't any. We showered together and, before I left, we exchanged numbers. I don't know whether I'll ever see him again or not, but its one hell of a memory if I don't.
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