Team Reward, pt. 4 (mm, m/t) Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com)
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This story is an unofficial sequel to "After Football Practice" for all you guys who have written asking for more. Judging from the emails I've gotten on this one, it is a popular story line. Thanks to those who've written. Let me know what I can do to make it better: comments to billdrake@hotmail.com. For more of my stories, see the Authors section of the Nifty Archive. Meanwhile, sit back, unzip, and enjoy.
pt. 4
Jackson High won the game, by only a couple of points in the last two minutes. The boys were all pumped up and excited when they entered the lockerroom. The fellows all stripped down, removing their uniforms and pads, and slipping down their sweaty jockstraps. Their jock dicks hung low as they began to shower and horse around in the locker room.
Offensive lineman Greg Jefferson stared at Coach as he talked to three businessmen still in their suits. He couldn't help but notice how hot these men were. The one doing the most of the talking, whose name Greg gathered was Jack, had blonde hair, slightly receding, and appeared to be in his mid-30s. As the lineman peeled off layer after layer of pads and uniform, he admired the fine build apparent underneath the blonde man's suit. Two other men stood next to Jack. The first, the youngest in his late 20s, had dark hair and blue eyes and was tall, with a swimmer's build. The other, early 40s, was medium height with a powerful set of muscles on his body. Greg could make out the bulge of the thigh muscles in the pant legs. As Greg removed his jockstrap he could feel the blood rushing to his prick and his cockmeat start to wake up into a half boner.
The fellows in the locker room could not contain their excitement. As they soaped their hard aching muscles, they horsed around cheerfully, slapping each others backs and humping each other with their wet cocks. All hands were on Mike White in particular for scoring the winning run in the game. His cock swelled to immense proportions and bounced and quivered as his teammates hands stroked his shaft and rubbed all over his body.
After most of the guys had finished their shower, Coach called all of his players into the main locker room. They sat or stood bodies dripping wet, their towels snug and dicks hard. Some of the guys were paired up with each other, obviously eager to get into a postgame fuck to let off steam and drain their jock nuts.
Coach was hard too but still clothed. He introduced the three men to the team. "Guys, I want you to meet three men who are doing all they can for our team this year. They're from the Kiwanis club and are the ones behind your reward for winning tonight's game. So I'll let them talk to you for a moment."
The blond man started. "Hi, my name is Jack Forrester and I'm a realtor in town. My colleagues Jim and Trent and I approached other members of the business community about a month ago about doing something special for you guys. Your success on the football field has made our community look good and we think your hard work needs to be rewarded."
A cheer spontaneously emerged from the teammates, all pumped and excited from tonight's victory. Mike White felt Glen Carson rub his smooth round ass cheeks back onto his swollen cock. He wanted to stick his slick cock up that ass and fuck the shit out of it, but he knew he had to wait. Meanwhile, his nuts ached they were so excited.
Jack continued. "I'm sure your Coach has already told you the deal. Since you won tonight, we are going to build you a steam room right here in the locker room. That way, whether after practice or after a game or anytime you want, you guys can kick back and relax."
The athletes started cheering again. The came up to the three men to shake their hand and show their congratulations. When Tim got up to Jack, he held the man's hand firmly in his clasp. Jack couldn't help but be amazed by this specimen of young manhood. The biceps bulged as the quarterback shook Jack's hand. As Jack held on, his gaze drifted, to the meaty pecs and the treasure trail of brown hair that drifted down past washboard abs to a thick and veiny cock. That cock wasn't completely erect but protruded out half-hard, half soft from the athlete's dark pubes.
Tim noticed that Jack was distracted by his big cock. "You like my dick, sir?" he asked, leaning in close to Jack's body. Tim's long cock rubbed up against the starched white shirt that Jack was wearing, leaving behind a wet spot of precum and a trail of horny football-player goo from the shirt to the tip of the quarterback fuckmeat. The thread broke and clung to Tim's increasingly erect prick.
Jack could barely speak, but he heard himself reply, without even meaning to, "Yeah, that cock is so fucking big." He gulped and took another good look at the stud's perfect young body.
Tim was getting pretty hot standing next to this man. There was something so sexy about the short, stocky build and the blond stubble that clung to his chin. Tim stepped up even closer to Jack, so that his bare chest pressed against Jack's suit and his hardon thrust into the obvious bulge in Jack's pants. "Wanna suck it?" he asked.
Jack couldn't control himself. He had to lick this football god's fuckstick, tongue those hairy nuts, taste that hot sperm shoot down his throat. Before realizing it, he was on his knees, vacuum sucking 10 good hard inches of star athlete cock. The shaft was rubbery hard and it felt warm and tasted slightly salty as it pushed past his open lips, over his tongue and along deep in his tonsils. Jack's cock was harder than hell as his throat got raped by ten solid inches of jock fuckmeat.
He didn't care what Trent and Jim might think. He needn't. After a minute of sucking Fitzgerald's prick, Jack felt a wetness at his cheek. Jim was licking away, taking turns between Tim's big testicles and Jack's face. Jack backed off the monster prick for a minute to meet his colleague's mouth in a hot man-to-man kiss.
As much as Tim was enjoying watching the two businessmen suck face, his cock wanted more head. Slowly, he pushed the cockhead where their two mouths met. They quickly got the idea and parted lips to suck that prick from both sides.
Meanwhile, Trent was on his haunches sucking a thick, tasty dick that swung long and hard from between Randy Fulsom's thighs. Randy didn't take much mercy on Trent's throat. The older muscular man really turned him on and he battered the guy's throat rough and hard. And Trent took it too. Only when Randy was about to come did Trent back off a bit on that cock so that the load shot all over his tongue and into his mouth.
When Randy pulled away, Trent spit out the load onto the floor and cried out, "Next!" Peter Marks - his cock hard as steel - stepped up and took his place.
Now Jim and Jack both had their own cock to service. Tim had already hosed his load deep down into Jack's guts, and Jack had begun to suck on one delectable defensive lineman cock. The shaft wasn't thick, but it was narrow and long and had a large head that massaged Jack's tonsils with each thrust in. Jack couldn't believe how hot he was sucking big dripping athlete dick. He wanted nothing more than to be used by the whole fucking team. And judging from the crowd of young men standing around him with hard, horny cocks, he knew he'd get his wish.
Jim licked Greg Jefferson's prick up and down. The saliva coated the firm shaft, and Jim couldn't help but take a second to admire how perfect this guy's cock was. Hard, long and perfectly cylindrical, it pulsed with raw horniness and spit out a little pre-fuck ooze when Jim's tongue circled the pissslit. He was licking the fat cocktip when all of a sudden, the lineman's impatience took over and the horsecock pushed in without pause or apology. Jim felt the wiry pubes tickle his lips and the hard abdomen muscles pound his face as the jock ground his cock deep into the businessman's gullet.
A couple of blowjobs later, Trent sucked as Frank Myers shot his seed onto his tongue. The hairy senior pulled out his prick, which throbbed and dripped with tiny streams of jockjuice. As Trent spit out that thick load, the large athlete stepped back into the crowd of horny teen jock fuckers and felt their warm, clammy skin and their hard muscles against his as they slapped his back in congratulation.
His friend, halfback Larry Warren, fisted his cock and stepped up for his turn at that warm mouth. Trent's cock could not take much more confinement, so the man unzipped his suit pants and brought out his thick stud erection. He couldn't remember when he'd been hornier and it showed in his big, dripping fuckstick.
The powerful halfback felt the slick coolness as he stepped into the large puddle of jock sperm and cocksucker saliva that pooled on the concrete floor. He took aim at the older man's mouth and slid his fuck rod smoothly in. With his strong arms, he grabbed Trent's head and held tight as he thrust a powerful face fuck.
Trent usually played the top man and had a body that would seem imposing, even to some of the bigger jocks on the team. Still, tonight he loved swallowing big, juicy football player cock. His dick leaked as his mouth got raped and abused by a jawbreaker of a prick. He loved how it stretched his throat and loved the power of the hands holding his head tight on that cock. His hands explored up the back of his fucker's legs, feeling the smooth hairs and the thick, sinewy hamstrings. He clenched the hard, muscular asscheeks which drove a horny, out-of-control stud dick deep into his throat.
Jim was ready for Greg to shoot his fuckwad down his throat but at the last minute, the large penis was removed and his throat and mouth felt empty. Then came the searing white heat of thick jock cum, which spurted against his face and all over his hair. This fucker must have been saving up one hell of a load, Jim thought as the sperm kept blasting out from that beautiful dick.
Jack's facefucker watched in horny appreciation and copied his buddy's actions, pulling out his turgid fuckstick and whipping out a good load of jockcream all over Jack's kneeling body. The white pearly cum dripped everywhere, down Jack's face and neck, all over his dress shirt and tie and onto the lap of his suitpants and the hardon that poked through the open zipper. Jack took a second to grab his aching cock and rub the fuckcream into it. He could have kept at it, but he was distracted by another fat prick appearing in front of him to be serviced.
The boys were going crazy now. Some of them hosed their semen down the older men's throats, but most pulled out at the last second and coated their cocksuckers in grade-A jock jism. They didn't all wait to get sucked either. While Trent was sucking off Larry, three guys came up beside him and started whacking their meat and within minutes were spewing hot, fresh jock scum everywhere.
When all the boys were spent, the three business men and their clothes were coated in the team's semen from head to toe. The material was wet and sticky and clung to their firm bodies as they stood up from their kneeling position on the lockerroom floor.
None of them had gotten off all this time, and their hardons all throbbed and stuck up out between their cum-soaked legs. The three met in a heated kiss and took turns licking the mixed cum off each other's faces. While Jim and Jack were dueling tongues and rubbing dicks, Trent undid and pulled down Jim's soaked suitpants. As his slick cock found the tight, puckered opening hidden deep between the cheeks of Jim's bubblebutt, he pushed forward while the team cheered on. Even feeling dozens of stud jock eyes watch as he dicked his best bud got him even hotter. Sponsoring the Jackson High team was the best idea he'd had in along time.