SEC Spring Break Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com)
Part 4
Peyton hadn't fucked an ass this tight in he didn't know how long. When the hunky frat jock approached him on the beach, the athlete was caught a bit breathless. The guy had a body that reminded him of the stud fratboys Peyton would fuck on campus every football weekend or, especially when football season was over, any chance he could. It didn't take a second to agree for Manning to agree to come by to visit Jim in his hotel room.
The frat stud, whose name was Jim, had the roundest, hardest buns, that split effortlessly to let Peyton's oversized shaft go to work on the frat-jock's hungry asshole. Jim was hunched over the sink counter of his darkened hotel room. He looked up in the mirror and saw Manning's incredibly studly body as the star jock's big dick ground and poked against Jim's tight hole.
Peyton would thrust in a few times, then remove his hard cock to tease a little more at the jock slut's tight hole. He glanced up in the mirror and was pleased with the sight. A medium-short frat jock, with hard, bulging muscles, bent over and grimacing in unbridled lust as he waited for the athlete to fuck him good and hard.
Jim grunted as Peyton drove his thick meat back into the hilt. He'd been an admirer of the 6'5" quarterback since Manning's career at Tennessee began. Even though Tennesee was a big rival to his own U. of Florida, he couldn't help feel a bit of sorry at that Florida-Tennesse game when he watched his dream stud walk off the field in defeat. And to imagine, now he was getting dicked by one of the sexiest guys in the NFL! And the jock fucker was hung, too.
Peyton let his thick hands roam up the hard, athletic body of the frat jock he was screwing. The warm, wet heat of the jock's ass walls was working wonders on his horny, dripping horsecock, but the heat radiating from the thick, rippling back muscles of this horny fuck was driving Manning pretty wild, too. Something about the raw heat and the contrast with the cool hotel air-conditioning made this stud seem even hotter.
"Ugh! Fuck me harder, Peyt!" Jim yelled as his ass was getting the pounding of all time.
"Yeah," breathed Manning, "Hot, tight ass. Take this fucking cock!" Peyton jabbed his prick harder, pushing tightly against Jim's sensative prostate. Jim moaned and backed up swiftly onto the giant invading cock. "Yeah, you like that, don't ya? Like my NFL cock fucking you silly, huh?"
Jim looked up in the mirror at the hot stud fucking away at his ass. He liked the still pallid white skin of the hunk's chest and the red-pink nipples that dripped with sweat. He savored the big jock's snarl and boy-next-door cuteness. And he loved the feel of %100 All-American meat pounding good and hard at his stretched rectum.
"Fuck, yeah, Peyton. I love that big cock of yours, shoving up my tight ass. Oh, god, you're so fucking hot. Keep fucking me good. I'm gonna shoot, man. "
Jim let out a yell, lifted his head up, and bucked his horny ass down on eleven fat inches of the Indianapolis Colts star's jockprick. Both of Jim's hands were on the counter holding his weight steady against Manning's ravaging fuck, but his dick didn't even need a hand to make it shoot. Gobs of pearly white jism shot up and splashed along the mirror and all over the sink.
Peyton was really getting into the fuck. He watched as Jim shot all over the mirror and knew he couldn't keep his own cock from spurting its football-stud cream all up this fratboy's fuckhole. He finally surrendered to the pleasure of his own orgasm as his whole body tightened up and his dick lodged firmly deep up the fratstud's rectum. With a howl, he let loose his pent-up cum.
Peyton had barely had time to remove his cum-coated prick when a knock came at the door. Jim eased out from under Manning's massive frame and went to see who it was.
Looking through the peephole, he saw none other than three of the hottest studs on campus, Gators players Travis McGriff and his two hot QB's Jesse Palmer and Doug Johnson. Being one of the cutest, hard-muscled fratboys on campus, Jim had gotten it on with the guys on the football team many times, and these fellows were his favorites. The hottest sex he could remember was when he took McGriff's beer-can cock up the butt and sucking off Coach Spurrier's big long dick while Palmer and Johnson traded quarterback-stud spit and jerked each other off. That afternoon had not ended without every guy taking every other guy's cock up the ass or in the mouth. The sight of Coach sitting down on Johnson's manshaft was enough to make a fellow shoot a major load of jock cum instantly.
So Jim's erection was hard and ready when he opened the door to let the athlete gods in.
Travis whistled at the naked young fratjock who stood in the doorway, while Jesse said, "Fuck, Jim, we came over to see if you wanted some action, but it looks like you don't waste anytime."
Jim laughed. "Hiya fellows. Look who I ran into on the beach."
The football boys adjusted their eyesight to the darkened light of the hotel room and noticed Manning in the back of the room, leaning back against the counter, hard studcock pointing straight up.
"Shit,"
The three jocks proceded to lick every pore of Peyton's stud muscles. They couldn't get enough of the big-league muscles, the huge Colt cock, or the studly balls that hung down from the impressive shaft. The wetness felt good on Peyton's skin, but soon the cool air was starting to get to him, giving him goosebumps all over the taut flesh.
"Hey, guys, time out. Why don't we take this into the shower?" Peyton suggest with a wicked, lustful grin.
Johnson interrupted the tongue bath he was giving the jock's low-hanging balls. "Great idea, but we can't all fit."
"We'll take turns," said McGriff who walked behind Jim and wrapped his arms around the butch frat boy, taking the big fratcock into his tight-end hands. "Besides, I've been waiting to get this hunk's cock into my ass for a couple weeks now."
With that settled, Peyton joined the two quarterbacks in the cramped hotel shower. They didn't need a lot of room though. After alternating between the two big Gator dicks, Peyton's cocksucking mouth began taking both heads in at once. The two guys were getting really worked up by Manning's hot dicksucking abilities, and were excited at finally getting it on with the SEC-grad football great. And truth to tell, the feel of Johnson and Palmer's dickhead pressed firmly together felt great to both guys.
Peyton couldn't take all the length of the shafts with both cocks filling his mouth, but he stretched his jaw and was able to give some good tongue work on the top half of the dicks. His efforts were rewarded. First Palmer let loose with a major torrent of his mansperm which coated his buddy's hard dick and Peyton's jock mouth. The first taste of Gator spunk made Manning work harder on the two hardons, frantically trying to coax a hot jock load from gorgeous Doug Johnson's prick.
It didn't take long. Manning's expert sucking, plus the feel of his pal shooting hard against his own dick sent him over the edge of control. He fired
Meanwhile, McGriff lay on his back, with his massive thighs resting against Jim's bulging pecs, his calves on Jim's knotted shoulders. The fratboy's dick drove home with force at each thrust. Travis could put on a pretty butch act and didn't bottom all too often, except for his hunky teammates. Still, this big-dicked frat guy was cute as shit and had an athletic body of hard jock muscles that could rival some of the guys on the team. Besides, Jim really knew how to fuck. Sometime, McGriff, though, guys who like taking jock dick up their tight, horny butts, really know how to give as well. Considering the overwhelming ecstasy he was in as Jim mounted him, his theory had proved right.
As Jim was pounding away fucking at some tight end ass, Peyton was getting sandwiched between the two quarterback hunks in the shower. It was Johnson's round ass he most wanted to fuck, and when Palmer pile-drove his massive Florida cock into the ex-Tennessee stud's ass, Manning knew he'd made the right choice. Almost as good as the ten-inch of Palmer dick or the slick jock ass was the feel of two stud bodies rubbing and encircling his in a sea of hard jock flesh. The three guys went hard at it, keeping up a smooth yet athletic pace of unbriddled manfucking. Of course, Peyton liked all sorts of jock-sex, but getting jock tail while his own NFL butt was getting reamed by some young college QB, well that was heaven. When Doug craned around and met Peyton's horny mouth for some major tongue-to-tongue frenching, Manning lost it and shot his second load of the morning into the ass below him.
For Palmer this was too much, as well. Peyton's ass was hot and tight, and with the orgasmic contractions pulling harder on his thrusting cock, he painted the hunk's asswalls with steaming college-jock cum.
By the time the three men had recovered and dried off, their pals were on the bed, Travis sucking out the hole between the twin globes of Jim's fraternity ass. He loved the musty taste of jock hole, but it was the copious amounts of Peyton cream that kept his tongue lapping for more.
The three quarterbacks laughed. There was something funny, if really sexy, about seeing this big football player madly licking at some guy's butthole.
It was Doug who first noticed the cum leaking out McGriff's winking asshole, but he'd have to fight the other two guys who at that moment were diving for a taste of fresh frat sperm mixed with hot tight end assjuices. The morning was a long way from over.