Spring Break (mm, celeb) by Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail com)
WARNING: Following story contains depictions of male/male sex. Do not read if underage or if such material offends you. This story is fictional and in no way reflects on the real persons depicted.
Thanks to "Jock Lover" for his encouragement and advice. This story is the sequel to his "After the Combine Draft" that appeared on ASSGM. Any constructive criticism or feedback would be welcome at billdrake@hotmail.com.
Spring Break
Part 1
Tim Couch sat in his dorm room a happy and horny man. Happy because classes were over for the week and Spring Break was beginning. Horny because it had been a couple of days since he'd gotten laid. Now he lay back in his desk chair wearing only a worn pair of levis. With the windows open, he could feel the warm spring air blowing gently across his erect nipples. Rubbing his hand along the mounds of muscle, the athlete felt the bulk of his pecs and striations of his six-pack abs. He continued sliding his hand down, under the waist of his jeans. "Fuck," he hissed as his prick jumped up to meet his thick, callused hand. It seemed to Couch that his cock was always hard and ready for action, even when he was getting regular service. Now it felt on the point of explosion. Tim unbuttoned his fly and freed his jockmeat into the afternoon air. Slowly he started stoking the shaft, thinking about the great fuck he had Tuesday with the team's tight end.
Tim was awakened out of his reveries by a sudden knock at the door. Maybe it was a teammate who he was planning to leave with tomorrow on their annual trip to Florida. Maybe it was a fuckbuddy wanting some of Couch's famous quarterback cockmeat. For that reason, he considered answering the door with his hard prick in hand, but then thought he better tuck it in just in case. "Just a sec," the athlete called out as he sauntered over to answer.
Instead of either of the above, Peyton Manning stood in the doorway. "Peyt, man! What are you doing in town?"
"Just thought I'd drop in on my old friend." Peyton explained. He was en route from Indianapolis to Knoxville, to drop in his old buddies at the University of Tennessee. It was their spring break, and he knew the guys from the alma mater team would be partying it up -- and getting it up for a week-long orgy down at the beach in Florida. Manning couldn't wait to relive old times, and besides, if he got tired of football player ass, Daytona always had tons of hardbodied frat jocks horny and looking for a good fuck. He thought back to that senior year trip when he met three hunky fratboys on the beach who invited the all-star QB back to their hotel room and all offered their hot mouths and tight college butts to the hung athlete.
That could wait, Peyton thought. After all, one of the studliest college quarterbacks was standing in front of him wearing nothing but a faded pair of jeans. The hot session he'd had with Couch, Joe Germaine, and Cade McNown (with a little help from his longtime fuckbuddy Ryan Leaf) had been the inspiration for his stopping in at the blonde-haired, blue-eyed athlete's Kentucky dormroom. And he wasn't disappointed now he had finally arrived. Couch was looking sexy as ever, his hard muscles bulging in full view, the mound in his jeans looking pretty full.
Couch led the quarterback legend inside. He was forever in love with the Manning's hard body. It was pure perfection for a 23-year old, with bulging arms and a thick chest showing through the man's white oxford shirt. He thought about their hot five-way at Peyton's home, about sucking his sweat-soaked nipples, tongue-fucking his sweet ass.
The older quarterback reached out and began to feel Couch's taut chest and broad shoulders. "How long has it been, Couch, three weeks?" "Something like that," Couch could barely get out though the lust. The two men met in a heated kiss.
Peyton pulled back and looked down at Couch's bulging crotch. He undid the zipper of the strained jeans and plopped out Tim's thick 8.5 incher, running his hand up and down the sensitive pole."Horny fuck, aren't we? I bet you have to find some stud ass to fuck everyday after practice?"
The man was right. Couch was always worked up after a good hard practice, working up a sweat with those other super-muscled collegiate athletes. "Yeah, Peyt, I'm always plugging hard jock ass, from guys on the team or around campus. But, you know, I really miss that big hard boner of yours."
Peyton's skilled hand was having an incredible effect on Couch. "Man if you keep that up I, I..." "Yeah, stud, that's it, let go. Let it all fly out that big cock of yours. I want your cum to shoot all the way up to my face." Peyton jacked the prick at a faster pace, causing the hot, steaming quarterback cream to spurt out all over Peyton's neck, chest and biceps. Some even hit his stubble-covered face. Manning got off on watching the expression of pure pleasure and stud lust on Couch's face. All the jock come clung in whtie drops to Peyton's shirt and skin, and for a moment Manning felt a tinge of regret the load didn't go down his own cocksucking throat. But after all, he knew from experience that Tim was an extra-horny bastard capable of getting off several jock loads in his man-sex sessions.
After catching his breath, Tim dropped his jeans and turned around, bending over on his desk. "Peyt, man, I need you to fuck my ass." Peyton just smiled and dropped his slacks. He jerked his 11 incher a couple of times to spread the flow of precum along the shaft length. Quickly he positioned himself behind Couch and nested the flaring cockhead in the puckering lips of the Kentucky lead's jockhole. Just as tight as last time, Peyton thought with a grin. With a smooth thrust, pushed his meat up into the hot jock hole. Couch didn't usually bottom and took great pride in his fucking abilities in the locker room. But getting plowed by Manning's monster jock prick was another matter. That big fat cock head and the huge size of Manning's dick made him feel incredible sensations he didn't know possible.
As that Peyton prick began to spear its way up tight Couch-ass, Tim raised his torso up to rest his muscle-jock back against Peyton's firm chest. Manning reached around and began rubbing the hot-stud's torso, playing with the erect nipples, running his hands along the smooth skin and treasure trail of hair that ran directly down to a throbbing hardon bouncing up and down as Peyton thrusted his hard meat over and over again.
That ass felt incredible to Manning, who started a hard assault on it. "Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, That tight ass, working my big man cock. How do you like my dick fucking your hole, Couch? Pretty hot ass." Though he'd gotten sucked off that morning, It'd been a while since his last piece of tight, college-boy ass. It's wet softness was driving Manning to the edge. "Yeah, take this cum, boy," he yelled, shoving his monster prick all the way in to the hilt.
Couch about came again when Manning unloaded his load. His ass was stuffed full of All-American beef, and it felt like Manning had shot a month's worth of quarterback cum against Couch's slick ass walls. Afterward, Peyton was still hard. He slowly stroked his massive cock inside Couch's well-fucked guts, rubbing over the stud's prostrate, causing Couch to moan and buck his ass cheeks back against Peyton's pubes. Manning considered throwing Couch a good fuck again right then and there, but realized he had all night to screw that fine college ass.
As soon as Peyton pulled out his still-stiff cock, Tim stood back up and reached over to the telephone on the wall and began dialing. In his left hand he stroked his hardon while waiting for the other end to pick up.
"Who are you calling?" Peyton asked.
"Just my jockbuddy teammates, man. I thought they might like a go at licking your jock cum out of my ass. They all have the hots for you, you know."
"Bring 'em on." Peyton proclaimed, rubbing his cock back to fully man-size glory. It sounded like he and Couch had one stud-filled night of pure athlete rutting ahead of them.
Part 2
Tim looked in the rearview mirror of his Ford Explorer. The guys were still at it in the back seat. It was Seth, the team's kicker opening his legs to give Paul, a senior tight end, room to plow him good. At 6'4" and 260 lbs., Paul was a massive hunk of an athlete, and his fat anaconda of a cock was equally intimidating. A lot of guys would hesitate at taking such a huge piece of meat. Fortunately, Seth couldn't get enough. Like all the fellows on the team, he relished the times when Couch would choose his ass to fuck after practice or a winning game, but he really got off on big, beefy guys like Paul. Meanwhile, Paul had a thing for Seth's slightly trimmer jock body and the long, slender piece of meat that hung between Seth's legs.
Tim's boner was hard as ever. Thankfully, he had long since shed his shorts, since around Macon. Now, the hot Florida sun streaked through the window onto the quarterback's hard naked jock body. It even made the beads of precum dripping down his massive cockshaft glisten.
Craig, a short and very cute wide receiver, sat in front passenger seat in a state of equal horniness. He'd been watching and listening to the guys in the back get it on the whole ride down and his dick was aching for action.
Couch was alternating his eyes between the road and the hot scene that was going on in the back seat when he felt a warm wetness on his dick. He looked down and saw Craig lapping hungrily at his big cock. The receiver licked up and down the wet, dripping cockshaft, driving Tim crazy with lust. "Please, man, suck me.....Oh, that's it, let me feel your hot cocksucking lips on my big dick." Craig was no novice at sucking jock dick, and Tim knew he would explode soon. Amazingly, he was able to drive while getting his big-man hardon hoovered by his teammate.
"Oh, fuck!" the two guys heard from the back seat. At that moment, Seth was shooting his fourth load of hot mansperm onto the jock-buddies' discarded clothes, while Paul rammed his fuckrod in and out of that smooth bubblebutt.
Tim took one look in his rearview mirror and his nut exploded into Craig's throat, a mega-load that had been building up all day. Craig wished he could have tasted more of the stud cream, but had to be satisfied with the full feeling in his stomach from this between-meals snack.
"Guys," Tim said as he recovered from his intense orgasm, "This is going to be one fun trip."
At that moment, Peyton was pulling his hard cock out of a horny sophomore's mouth. The kid, who he'd only met that day, knew how to deep throat for Manning's big mancock. He seemed pretty hungry for it, too. As Peyton withdrew the thick shaft, he kept lapping up at the giant NFL fuckstick. "You like that, stud?" the older athlete asked. The young man just groaned, as Peyton rubbed his fat, plumed head all over the jock's wet lips. He debated whether he should give the horny collegiate a taste of his quarterback sperm or not, when he was startled by a loud voice.
"Manning! What the fuck's going on?" Peyton jumped a bit and his cockhead slipped back into his new fuckpartner's waiting mouth. "Coach Fulmer!" he exclaimed, "I was just... well, this guy offered, I mean...." The sophomore resumed his oral attack of Peyton's eleven-incher.
"Can it, Manning," Phil Fulmer said, assuming the authoritarian tone he'd used with the Vol quarterback years ago. Slowly and deliberately, he pulled off his knit-shirt and Bike shorts, revealing a still-sexy body, kept firm by steady weight-training. Up bounced a hard, mansized cock, a good nine inches long and amazingly thick, too. He still inspired marvel in Peyton Manning's eyes. "God, Coach, you're looking pretty hot."
Fulmer swaggered closer to the two young jocks in the locker room. He smiled at Manning's lustful admiration of his body and rubbed his thick cock up and down in enticement. "Still craving my big dick, huh, Peyt?"
"Fuck, yeah, Coach."
"Hey kid!" Fulmer barked at the younger man, who was still going wild on Peyton's meat.
"Yeah, coach?"
"Beat it!"
The guy was obviously disappointed. He wanted like anything to swallow Manning's load, but he knew the consequences of disobeying Coach's orders (though sometimes the "punishment" wasn't all that bad). So he took one last sight of Manning's meat as it plopped out of his mouth.
"Take care, kid," Peyton said encouragingly, as he tousled the guy's short brown hair. He felt almost sorry for him, now that he could see the young man had a hardon straining for relief. Still, he and his former coach had some quality time to spend with each other.
As soon as the third man was gone, the two men fell into a heated embrace, hardons pressing hard against each other. Fulmer loved the feel of Manning's slimy dickhead rubbing pre-cum into the hairs of his stomach. His hands cupped the athlete's firm ass mounds, while the two men explored each other's mouth with their thick tongues.
Phil broke the kiss and reached up behind Peyton's head to begin to pull it down. "Suck my big cock, Manning." Peyton needed no more encouragement. Within seconds, his mouth was on that cock, building up a feverish pace on the nine-inch shaft. "Yeah, that's it cocksucker. You missed my big mancock fucking your face, didn't you?" Peyton just moaned and sucked harder and deeped into his throat. Occasionally, he could taste the coach's precum oozing out, and that would only make him work harder on the man's aching hardon.
"Gotta have you in me coach," Peyton gasped as he spit the huge cock out of his mouth and pushed Phil down into a sitting position on the lockerroom bench. He wasted no time in strattling Fulmer's waist, while guiding the oversized prick up between his firm athlete buns, up the sweaty jock crack, and deep into his hot, hungry manhole.
Fulmer gasped, he'd forgotten how hot a fuck Peyton was, forgot how those ass lips and rectal walls seemed to swallow his dick hole. And the sight of the twenty-three-year-old bouncing up and down, his large prick flapping against those washboard abs....well, it was almost too hot a sight to take in.
Peyton was hot for Fulmer, too. He'd had plenty of cock this first year of his NFL career, and especially since the season's end had gotten it on with the hunkiest guys and biggest football-jock dicks he could dream of. Still, his old coach still knew what buttons to push and had the dick just for the job.
Their orgasms were simultaneous. Peyton shot a shower of jock cream all over Phil's bulging hairy chest, while Fulmer deposited a major load of coach cream up Peyton's violated ass. Manning collapsed down onto Fulmer, lodging the still hard, oozing coach cock up his bowels.
"Coach, that was fucking awesome. I love your hard dick up my butt."
"Do you want to see what it's like when the tables are turned?" Phil asked, reaching up to play with Peyton's large brown nipples.
Peyton smiled, and began to lift up and down on the dick splitting his butt in two. He slowly jacked off his cum-slicked hardon. "You want this meat slicking its way up your tight ass, eh? Well have at it, man." Peyton lifted up and climbed off Fulmer's large prick. He lay back on the bench and pushed his own massive cock straight up in the air.
Fulmer stared in lust-filled delight and crawled onto Manning's muscular jock body. He wasn't entirely in practice of taking dick, but Peyton's super-hot body got him worked up enough to take telephone pole if he had to. Not that the NFL meat felt any smaller at the moment. Fulmer wondered how the star athlete could bottom so effortlessly, especially considering his own cock wasn't much smaller than Manning's.
When the cock bottomed out, both studs were in heaven. Since both men had just come, neither was in much of a hurry. They just settled into a nice slow rhythm as Peyton gave Fulmer the fuck of a lifetime.
The guys pulled up at their Daytona hotel a bit buzzed and tired from a full day's travelling. They ventured across the street to a Mexican restaurant for dinner and a couple of rounds of tequila, which immediately sent them to drunkenness and near exhaustion.
Back at their hotel room, they decided to call it a day early and get ready for bed. They all showered in turn and crawled naked into their double beds. After the lights were out for a while, Tim was awakened by the noise of Paul and Seth in their bed. The two were going at it again. Those two horny fucks never seemed to stop. Not that Tim couldn't identify. He reached down and felt his own throbbing hardon, aching for action. "Maybe I can wake Craig up," he thought.
No need. Craig had heard the other two studs fucking away and was rolling over to see if Tim was awake. The two met halfway in the middle of the bed, their hardons rubbing. Tim loved Craig's short and built frame and firm ass, while Craig of course got off on Couch's perfectly proportioned jock body and oversized prick. The two locked in a kiss, their tongues lazily lapping at each other while they traded stud saliva. Craig pulled off and began licking Tim's evening stubble and working over his chin and neck. His right hand felt Tim's rigid quarterback cock and began jacking it slowly. "Man, I love this dick," he whispered into Tim's ear, between sticking his tongue up Couch's earhole. "I want you to fuck me hard and deep."
Already, Craig was positioning Tim's drooling manmeat at his horny jock sphincter. The fat cockhead pushed past the tight opening, spearing its way slowly up the wide receiver's guts. This was hardly the first time Craig had taken the quarterback's meat up his jock butt. For ages they were just fuck buddies, occasionally getting their rocks off after practice. But over the last year they had become tight friends (especially when Tim plowed Craig's tight end). He knew Tim was too much of a stud to dick one man only, but to Craig, the quarterback was his favorite lay.
Now Craig was on all fours, taking it nice and slowly from behind. But the other guys thought it was a good idea to join their roommates. Paul squatted down behind Tim's hard-muscle ass and began licking along the athlete's crack. Meanwhile, Seth was at the headboard, offering his long hard prick to Craig's open mouth. The four soon got a good rhythm going, Paul getting off on the taste of Tim's grade-A jock butthole, Seth getting an expert blowjob from Craig, and Craig and Tim settling into a good hard fuck.
It was too much for Tim, who unloaded shot after shot of hot sperm against Craig's slick, hot asswalls. When he withdrew, Paul took over with his own fat, if shorter, cock. "Yeah, fuck, fuck me harder," Craig breathed, "come on, fuck, I'm gonna shoot. Now, fuck." By now Seth was at Paul's backside, easing his long slender dick into Paul's beefy ass, and sandwiching the stud between two pieces of prime jock meat. "This is fucking heaven!" the tight end screamed and pummelled the hot, tight hole in front of him, while he got it pretty good from behind. Tim stood back watching, occasionally pounding his cock, which was up and ready again.
The action continued only for a round more, until all the guys were spent and very tired. They needed to rest. Tomorrow, Peyton and his friends were arriving. If Tim knew Manning, it would be a big day of nonstop jock-sucking, ass-fucking action.
Part 3
The next morning, the Kentucky boys got up early and after a hearty breakfast went down to the beach. It was still only 9 AM, but fuck, the place was teaming with hot pieces of fratboy ass. The athletes themselves weren't far from sexy themselves, dressed only in their swim trunks and displaying their superb torsos and tree-trunk legs. Walking up and down the stretch of sand, they noticed not a few studs eyeing their hard bodies. Craig was getting so excited his dick started to swell in his cotton trunks. Thank god he hadn't put on the Speedos today. They walked around about an hour, soaking in the glorious parade of prime All-American meat that walked past.
Tim wanted to lie on the beach a while and take a stationary position for his scoping. Seth joined him, but Paul and Craig wanted to make the rounds some more. They were particularly hot for these two younger-looking studs, whose hard muscles (and bubble butts, they imagined!) were smooth-skinned and tanned. But after running into the guys a couple of times and establishing some heavy eye contact, the two athletes lost track of them.
"Fuck it," Paul said, "let's go into the water."
"You're on."
The two men hadn't gotten much further than waist deep in the water when Paul jumped Craig. The two fell beneath the water and when they came up were breathing face to face. What surprised Craig was that Paul's thick cock was hard and out of his swimsuit, jabbing into Craig's hard abs. He broke into a knowing smile as Paul turned around, rubbing his jock crack along Craig's stud meat underneath the water.
"Fuck me, my man. I'm ready." Paul must have lubed himseld up earlier, or maybe it was the excitement of all the frat-stud watching the guys had had this morning, but he was opening up to Craig's thrusting intruder without problem. Craig was really horny and hot for this. Not only did Paul's ass feel velvet smooth against his own wet cock, he was getting off on the idea that he was fucking his teammate in the open ocean, in plain view, more or less, of everyone at the beach. Each time he drove his dick home up Paul's guts, Paul would moan in pleasure and massage Craig's dick with his tight ass. The effect was amazing. Craig wondered where Paul learned to take dick like this. He imagined the fucker offering his big butch ass for all the campus studs, taking one dripping dick after another. Or maybe Coach was helping him with his after-practice exercizes. Regardless, this was one hot stud bottom, and Craig couldn't understand why he hadn't tried to screw the tight end before.
He started to get close, so he grabbed Paul's hips and shoved in and out harder and faster. "Fuck man, here it comes. Painting your ass walls with my dick cream."
Paul leaned over a bit and took the pistoning cock like a pro. The dick filled him up nicely and he hoped it'd never leave. Still, it was pounding his prostate just right and pretty soon he felt his own cock discharge shots of white goo into the briny sea water. He was so lost in the pleasure of the fuck, he couldn't tell who came first, but he could feel the hot slickness up his rectum and slowing and eventually withdrawal of Craig's wide-receiver cock.
Meanwhile, Seth was having a hard-dicked ass-fucking time. He'd left Tim to go find something to drink. He got behind a group of partying college boys in line. All of them were pretty hot, and the skimpy swimsuits didn't hurt either. Seth could practically taste the mounds of pure jock ass through the thin material. One of the guys noticed the athlete's lustful stare and the guys struck up a conversation. As they talked, they all took in each others' hard bodies and the growing mounds in their trunks.
The men were juniors from University of Alabama and had come down to party and to get laid. Whether they got pussy or dick didn't matter much. And with a jock like Seth standing in front of them, practically showing off his hardon beneath his swimsuit, they didn't need convincing to invite him back to their hotel room. When the taller one of the group, Peter, made the suggestion, they others chimed in in encouragement.
Back in their room, the guys offered Seth a drink, but the guys had barely mad a dent in their beer when one of them, Mitch, a medium-tall, muscled fellow, pulls down his trunks to reveal a throbbing boner. He approaches Seth, and the Kentucky athlete thinks he's soon going to be having some nice southern cock to feast. Only Mitch turns around and backs the globes of his fine butt into Seth's face. "Fucking eat ass, jock." he commands.
Seth needs no command. He's getting off on the sweet, clean smell of this fratboy's crack, with just a hint of hard-jock ass juice as he begins to chow down on the guy's sensitive pucker. When Seth begins pushing his long tongue up the jock hole, Mitch looses self-control. He starts backing up and grinding his ass crack into Seth's probing tongue.
Meanwhile, Peter and another guy, Frank, were in a heavy 69- on the bed. The two jocks were the most masculine looking of the bunch, but neither had time for anything but hard stud muscle and big fratboy dick. In fact, the two were practically lovers, rutting whenever the opportunity offered itself, and sharing the same bed at night. That didn't keep them from seeing out other jock tail when they could. They had enough jism and all-around horniness to go around.
The remaining hunk, John, was putting his cock to Mitch's open mouth. He knew Mitch could coax a pretty good manload with his mouth, but now just wanted to get his fuckstick good and ready to plow the new stud. Seth reminded him of the guys on the Crimson Tide football team. Sure, some of those athlete studs were straight, but John was surprised how many of these supposedly straight jocks really had a thing for ass and cock, particularly when the right frat stud was offering his goods.
After a good finger fucking. Seth was ready for John's hard cock. What made the fuck hotter was that right in front of his eyes, Mitch was getting sandwiched by Frank and Peter. The stud threesome moved in perfect tandem, a chain of thrusting dick and bucking asses. Meanwhile, John had established a good thrust that was deep but not too hard, giving Seth's rectum a chance to really open up good for the oversized invader. Except for Paul or maybe Tim, Seth hadn't met a hunk who could fuck as expertly as this guy John. Each shove of his dick drove Seth to new heights of ecstasy. It wouldn't be long before his dick was geysering jock sperm all over the bed.
Peter was already spouting, some of the white cream landing onto Seth's face. He was yelling and shooting pretty hard at the same moment Mitch was losing it inside him.
Frank and John has the longest staying power, but eventually those two reached their orgasm and unloaded into the hot, tight asses beneath them. After the men had all shot their loads, they lounged about naked, sucking down a couple of brews, relaxing in the post-sex afternoon bliss. Finally, Frank spoke up.
"Hey guys," he said, "why don't we go back out and see what other hot studs we can add to our groups?"
"I dunno," John said, "Let's see how our new stud feels about it."
"Bring 'em on!" was all Seth replied. His rising dick spoke many words more.
Tim was sitting alone when he heard a voice behind him. "Tim buddy, what's happening?" He turned around to see a tall guy, about 6'4", with a pretty good build coming his way. The guy was pretty built, too, but was obviously a little younger, with cute Midwestern looks, short brown hair, and grey eyes. The guy looked familiar and obviously knew Tim. Then it occurred to him. It was Drew Henson, freshman sensation of Michigan Football.
"Drew," Tim said, standing up to greet his friend. "I haven't seen you in a while. I almost didn't recognize you, you stud. You've put on even more muscle since last time I saw you, you know."
Drew just laughed and assumed an exaggerated bodybuilding pose. "You like my hard-jock muscles, stud?" he asked. "Coming from a hunk like you, I'll take that as a compliment." The two athletes stared into one another's dreamy eyes a minute until Drew continued, "Say, what are you doing here. It's funny running into you."
"Just down looking for some college boy ass, man, lots of it, hopefully." Tim said, even rubbing his bulging crotch as if for emphasis.
"Same old Tim," Drew said. "Well, I don't think you'll have any trouble with that beefy bod of yours....or that big dick you've packed into those Speedos."
"You really liked my dick, didn't you Drew? That post-game fuck I gave you, it seemed you'd never get enough of my big-boy cock in you."
"Never can, stud."
That was all Couch needed to hear. Within minutes, he and Henson were in his hotel room. Henson's bulging calves rested on Couch's massive shoulders while the Kentucky player shoved the meat Henson craved up that tight warm asshole. Couch was pretty worked up from watching tight-butt jocks all morning on the beach. Henson's ass was feeling pretty neglected lately, especially since his Michigan buddies had spent their Spring Break so far chasing chicks instead of plugging their Wolverine meat up Henson's QB butt.
The result was one rough, hard fuck from both men. "Come on, Couch, screw me! Fuck that pole of yours deep! Make me blast my load all over your hot jock body."
Couch was getting into the raunchy talk, too. "Yeah, stud, feel that big cock, forcing it's way up your punk ass. Yeah, take that meat. You like it, huh? Like my big dick?"
"Oh fuck, yeah, I wanna feel you shoot your hot load up me. Wanna feel you fuck the cum.... Oh fuck.."
At that moment Drew could take no more and a major sperm load shot out over his man-sized pecs. The tightening of Drew's ass around his cock sent Tim off too. He bent down and mashed his mouth against Drews. He could taste a little bit of Henson cum that strayed onto the Michigan players lips. The two jocks battled tongues as Tim let out a muffled scream and let loose a hot flood of quarerback jock jism deep into Dre's bowels.
Tim broke the kiss and tried to catch his breath. "So hot..." he gasped. The two studs were hot for more. And with their first frantic load out of the way, they could take their time for some heavy-duty jock fucking pleasure.