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Aaron was getting curious. He and Jordy had been hooking up now a couple nights a week, and having a cock in his ass seemed to give Jordy a tremendous amount of pleasure. Sometimes he'd cum two or three times while Aaron was fucking him. And when he'd been with Jordan, things were so hot, and Jordan would writhe around, waves of sexual energy moved through him.
Clearly getting fucked was something these guys enjoyed. Aaron had done a lot of things the last couple months that he hadn't expected. He'd wanted them, but hadn't expected them. Having a dick inside him wasn't something he'd ever really considered, even though being with another guy was something he'd fantasized about. But now that he'd been with a guy (two, actually) for real, he wanted to know what that was like.
He wasn't sure, though, that he was quite ready to completely take that step. Being curious and actually asking someone to fuck him were pretty far apart in his brain. He know he could at least mess around, though, on his own if he got some supplies. So he went online, and placed an order, and a few days later after practice a box was waiting for him when he got home.
As promised, the box was unmarked and discrete. Aaron took it inside and opened it, revealing the dildo he'd bought online. It felt pretty lifelike, all things considered, and was about the length of Jordy's cock, but a little less thick, which was what Aaron had been hoping for. Aaron's dick started to harden as he played around with the toy, thinking about what he'd be doing with it shortly.
He put the dildo back in the box so he could finish up a few things around the house. As horny as he was, he'd feel guilty jacking off while the breakfast dishes were still out and the huge pile of laundry in the bedroom didn't at least have a dent in it. It didn't take him long to get his chores done, and soon he was in the bedroom, stripping off the t-shirt and gym shorts he'd worn to and from the practice facility. It hadn't been a very hard practice, so he'd skipped showering there, and the musk of sweat and football pads lingered on his body. It was a smell he loved, particularly on Jordy.
Aaron stood in his boxers for a few seconds, his giant cock pushing against them. He'd been hard most of the afternoon, and there was a wet spot where the tip had rubbed against them and leaked. He grabbed it with his hand and rubbed it through the fabric, shuddering as the feeling gripped him. He walked over and reached into the drawer of his nightstand, pulling out a bottle of lube. He set it on the bed and pulled his boxers down, freeing his cock. He kicked them to the side and climbed into bed, the dildo in his hand.
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Jordan was in the visitors' locker room at Sanford Stadium in Athens, where the `Dores had just been blown out by the Georgia Bulldogs 48-3. He stood next to his locker, shirtless, having gotten his jersey and shoulder pads off. As he got ready to pull off his pants, someone tapped him on the shoulder.
"Sir, I was asked to give you this," a guy in a Georgia Athletic Department polo said, handing him a note.
"Thanks," Jordan replied, unfolding the scrap of paper. It read:
"Shoot me a text with your room number and I'll come by the hotel later. Aaron." A phone number was written across the bottom.
Jordan figured it was Aaron Murray, Georgia's quarterback whom he'd met a couple times at various SEC functions. They got on well and always had a good time when they saw each other, so Jordan was glad to hear he wanted to hang out. Even though he was from the team that just beat him, he'd still be a good distraction from the trouncing the Vanderbilt team had just been put through.
Jordan stripped off his football pants and grabbed a pair of gym shorts to pull on over his jock strap. He threw on a t-shirt and slipped on some flip-flops before heading to the bus for the hotel. Showering could wait until he got there. He pulled his phone out of the pocket of his shorts and punched in the number from the note. "Room 217. End of the hall by the vending machines. Should be back in a half hour or so," he texted. Somehow he'd gotten lucky this trip and ended up having a room to himself, which normally he wouldn't have liked but since the opposing quarterback was coming to visit, it was probably for the best.
The rest of the team finally boarded the bus, and the ride to the hotel was short, but Jordan was glad when it was over because he wasn't the only one who'd skipped showering in the locker room. Coach Franklin gathered the team outside the bus, and alerted them that they'd be leaving for the airport at 8 a.m. sharp to fly back to Nashville.
The team filtered upstairs, and Jordan slid the keycard into the slot and let himself into his room. He took his t-shirt off and threw it across the room onto the floor by his bag. He kicked off his shorts and did the same, walking over to the nightstand in just his jock strap and grabbing the remote to turn on the TV. He flipped through the stations until he found a movie he hadn't seen in a while, then pulled down the jock and added it to the pile. His flaccid cock bounced as he walked toward the bathroom, where he took a quick shower. He didn't know how much time he'd have before Aaron arrived, but he wanted to get that done before he did.
He turned the shower on and while it warmed up he looked at himself in the mirror. His hair was tussled from wearing his helmet for four hours, and matted with sweat to his forehead. He ran his fingers through his hair, bringing his hand to rest on the back of his neck. He caught a whiff of his own musk wafting up from his armpit as he relaxed his shoulders, letting his hand slide down to his chest then across his abs.
The shower was hot now, and the bathroom was starting to get steamy. Jordan was starting to sweat again, and he continued to examine himself in the mirror as he let his hand fall from his belly down to his crotch. His cock jumped a bit when his hand got to it, and it started to stiffen. Jordan pulled down on his ball sack, separating it from the sticky, sweat covered skin on his thighs, and pulled on his cock a couple times. The image of Aaron Murray popped into his head, and he moaned a little as he thought about the hot piece of ass that would be in his hotel room in a matter of minutes. He was almost fully hard, and he wished he could jack off, but he was expecting a visitor and that would have to wait.
Aaron parked behind the hotel and was lucky to find one of the doors slightly open so he could sneak in. He wasn't sure he wanted to be seen waltzing in the front door of the visiting team's hotel, especially when it was after midnight. He found the stairs and went up to the second floor, easily counting down to room 217.
He wasn't sure how he was going to go about this. He'd heard the rumors about Jordan and his sexual escapades. And dude was hot, there was no doubt. But how would he make this happen? He stood outside the door for a second, leaning his muscular 6-foot-1 frame against the wall. He brought his hand up and stroked his chiseled jaw, thinking for a bit about what it was he was here for. His cock stirred in his jeans, but he knew he needed to get out of the hallway before someone saw him so he turned and knocked on the door.
Jordan turned off the shower and opened the curtain, grabbing a towel of the rack and drying himself off. His cock was still half-hard, and the attention from the towel didn't help the situation. All of a sudden, he heard the knock on the door. "Shit," he said to himself, quickly drying the rest of himself and wrapping the towel around his waist. He left the bathroom, and opened the door to the room to reveal Aaron standing there.
"Hey, man, sorry, I just got out of the shower. Come on in."
The bulge under the towel where Jordan's semi-hard on protruded from his body didn't escape Aaron's glance. He felt the effect on his own dick but quickly moved inside the door to keep it from becoming obvious.
"No worries, bro. I just did the same thing back at the stadium. You in here alone?"
"Yeah, dude. I got the lucky draw this trip, I guess."
Jordan walked over to his bag and bent over, rooting around inside for some clothes to put on. Aaron took in the sight of Jordan's tight ass bent over under the towel, and he knew he couldn't wait much longer to get the ball rolling on this endeavor.
"Sorry again for not being more put together," Jordan said, laughing, as he grabbed some boxers and some clothes to put on.
"I mean, I'm not seeing anything I don't like," Aaron said, moving toward where Jordan was standing.
Jordan dropped the clothes in his hand, not really believing what he'd just heard. He stood up and turned around, finding Aaron standing right in front of him.
"What?"
"You heard me, bro. Your body's hot. I could stand here and look at you all day."
Jordan laughed. "Good joke, dude. Grab a seat on one of the beds if you want."
"I'm not kidding, Jordan. I've heard the rumors about you hooking up with guys in the conference. I've wanted a piece of you for a long time."
The bulge under the towel was growing as Jordan's cock grew toward its full 7.5 inches. Aaron and Jordan looked into each other's eyes, and Jordan quit doubting Aaron's seriousness as Aaron reached down and started to rub his cock through the towel. Aaron leaned in and kissed him, and before long the two were exploring each other's mouths with their tongues. Jordan broke away briefly.
"I don't have a lot of time, here. It's almost 1 and we have to be out of here before 8."
"We better not waste any time then," Aaron said, smiling, as he pulled his t-shirt over his head and tossed it aside. Jordan took in the sight of Aaron's smooth, muscular torso as Aaron undid his belt and let his jeans fall to the floor. He kicked off his shoes and pushed his jeans to the side, standing in front of Jordan in just a pair of plaid boxers. He leaned in and kissed him again, and the two ran their hands over each other's backs as they moved toward one of the beds.
Aaron fell back across the bed and Jordan fell on top of him. Their hairless chests rubbed against each other as they continued to kiss, and the towel came loose from around Jordan's waist. Jordan moved down and kissed Aaron's neck, rubbing his pecs with his hands as he slid down toward Aaron's abs. He continued to kiss his way down Aaron's body, and moved his hands down to his boxers. He hooked his fingers underneath the waistband and pulled them down as he moved onto his knees between Aaron's legs. Aaron's hairy thighs framed a cock that was about as long as Jordan's but a little thicker, with low hanging balls beneath it. Jordan wrapped his hand around Aaron's dick, jerking it a couple times as Aaron moaned.
"What do you want me to do, bro?" Jordan asked. "What should I do with this?"
"Oh god, Jordan, suck me off."
"What was that?"
"Blow me, Jordan. I'm so turned on. I want your mouth on my cock."
Jordan lowered his head down and licked around the piss slit of Aaron's dick. Aaron's body tensed and he bucked his hips, pushing his cock toward Jordan's mouth. Jordan swirled his tongue around the head, using one of his hands to continue jerking the shaft, just as he'd done for his brother. He finally started taking the rest of Aaron's cock into his mouth, and Aaron moaned as Jordan got closer and closer to the root.
"Oh, Jordan. Damn you're good at this!" Aaron called out, grabbing the back of Jordan's head and enjoying the waves of pleasure that moved through him as Jordan moved his mouth up and down. Jordan tasted precum leaking onto his tongue as he blew Aaron, and he reached down and started jerking himself off as he kept going.
There was a trace of gameday scent on Aaron's body, and Jordan could smell it as he bobbed up and down. The musky smell was intoxicating, and as Aaron's pubes tickled his nose, Jordan was completely oblivious to anything else happening around him. He moaned, the vibrations moving through Aaron's crotch, and the two men reveled in the sexual energy permeating the room.
Aaron finally pulled Jordan back up on top of him and kissed him again, deeper than before. Jordan was on all fours over him, and lowered himself down to grind his crotch against Aaron's while they made out. Aaron put his hands on Jordan's chest and pushed him back.
"I want you inside me."
"You sure?"
"Yes. Fuck me, Jordan. Fuck me now."
Jordan was happy to oblige. He usually bottomed, but Aaron had a nice, tight ass. And he was begging for Jordan's cock, so Jordan wasn't one to complain. He slid back as Jordan bent his knees and propped up his asshole. Jordan spat in his hand a couple times, and lubed himself up. He lined up his cock with the Aaron's hole, and popped the head of his cock inside.
"Ughhh," Aaron grunted, his body tensing at the intrusion. Jordan leaned in, looking right in Aaron's eyes.
"You ok, bro?"
"Yeah, dude. Keep going."
Jordan did what he was asked, and pushed further into Aaron. He never lost eye contact with the other quarterback, and the two stared deeply at each other as Jordan bottomed out in Aaron's hole.
"Oh god, dude. Your ass is tight," Jordan said, wiggling his hips and moving his cock around inside Aaron.
"Mmmmm," Aaron moaned. "This feels so good. Do it. Fuck me."
Jordan started thrusting in and out, and Aaron writhed underneath him as Jordan's cock pulsed inside of him. He cried out, begging Jordan to fuck him harder and faster, eventually wrapping his hairy legs around the small of Jordan's back and using them to pull him in as far as he could.
Jordan wrapped his arms up underneath Aaron's shoulders, and kissed his neck as he pounded away at his ass. He felt Aaron's cock, hot and leaking, rubbing up against his belly, and he knew neither of them was bound to last much longer. He pulled back, standing up and pulling Aaron to the edge of the bed. Aaron lifted his legs, and Jordan plunged his cock into Aaron's ass again, gripping his hips and pounding him hard.
Aaron grabbed his cock and jacked it as it leaked precum onto over his belly.
"I'm getting close bro. Keep going," he said, his face contorted as he dealt with the pleasure coming from his ass. Jordan was hitting new places inside of him now that they'd switched positions, and he could fell his orgasm building.
Jordan gripped Aaron's legs and keep fucking as fast and hard as he could. The rhythmic slapping of Jordan's thighs and Aaron's ass grew louder as Jordan gained determination.
"I got you, dude. I'm gonna make it happen. You ready? You ready to cum for me, bro?"
Jordan's coaching pushed Aaron over the edge.
"Yes! Oh god, yes!" Aaron shouted as his cock erupted all over his stomach and chest. Jizz went everywhere as Aaron unloaded, and his ass tightened around Jordan's cock and pushed him closer to climax as well.
"Oh god, dude. Here we go. I'm gonna spunk in your ass. You want it, bro?"
"Yeah, man. Fill me up."
Jordan looked into Aaron's eyes again and Aaron smiled, coaxing him on. Aaron was so hot, Jordan thought, and the smile did it for him. He slammed his cock as far into Aaron's ass as he could, and jizz spurted deep into Aaron. Jordan thrust a few more times as he came, dumping more spunk into Aaron's asshole. It was a huge load, and Aaron could feel it starting to leak out of him around Jordan's cock.
Jordan exhaled, sighing as his orgasm subsided. He bent down and kissed Aaron again, his cock softening but still inside of him. The two continued to kiss as Jordan pushed Aaron back on the bed and collapsed on top of him. They were sticky with sweat and cum, and both looked pretty disheveled as their toned bodies rubbed against each other.
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Back in Green Bay, Aaron Rodgers laid on his back, his legs bent at the knees, and gripped his cock first, giving it some attention before moving on. After lubing up, he stroked it up and down, first with one hand, then reaching down with the other and rubbing it with both. His big hands felt great on his dick, which responded by spitting out some more precum onto his belly.
He moaned, continuing to stroke with one hand but slowing down as he squeezed some lube onto the tips of the fingers on the other. He pulled his knees back as close as he could to the rest of his body and reached down, rubbing around his asshole with his finger tips. It tickled, and made a tingle run up through his cock. He loosened his muscles as much as he could, and probed just inside the opening of his ass with one of his fingers.
If that was any indication of what was to come, Aaron was all about it. Just having the top of a finger in his ass sent a jolt through him. He pushed the rest of his finger in as far as he could, but from the angle he was at he could do a whole lot. He was moaning and groaning loudly. His cock was rock hard, his asshole was lubed up, and he was ready for the main event.
He squeezed some of the liquid out onto the dildo, and spread it around on the toy as well as he could. He shimmied up on the bed, propping himself up a bit on the pillows and against the headboard, giving himself better access to his target.
"Here goes nothing," he thought, as he lowered the dildo toward his hole.
He loosened his muscles again, and pushed the head of the cock up against himself. He got the same jolt he'd gotten when he put his finger there before. His cock was laying up against his belly again, hot and leaking onto his fuzzy, muscular torso. He gripped the dildo by the shaft and the balls, and slowly pushed it into himself, first popping the head in, then pausing while a wave of pain subsided.
"Unnffff," he grunted, clenching his teeth. The worst of the pain passed quickly, but there was a lingering ache for a few seconds more. Aaron was breathing hard. This was intense. He thought he'd mentally prepped himself enough, but the initial burst of pain had him second guessing that. The image in his brain of Jordan, his little brother, bent over the counter between the rooms in his house in California riding his cock, moaning in pleasure and jizzing all over the wall and floor, popped into his head. Obviously this was enjoyable once you got through the first part. And by that point, even the lingering pain had gone.
Slowly, he guided the dildo the rest of the way into his ass. His cock had softened a bit before, but once the dildo was all the way in, it was back to being rock-hard. As he suspected, the pleasure now well outweighed the pain he'd felt before. His ass felt full, and every inch of the dildo was stimulating him. He pulled it almost all the way out, then jammed it back in.
"OH! Oh, god!" He shouted. The thrust of the dildo back in had cause him to bust a nut all over his belly and chest. The ropes of jizz shot out of his cock, landing on him and feeling so hot he thought they should be steaming. It was one of the best orgasms he'd ever had.
He knew he wasn't done though. This felt too good to stop. As soon as the cum was done spurting out of him, he got back to it, thrusting the dildo in and out, gripping it with one hand while alternating between jerking himself off and gripping one of his hairy legs with the other. He was still moaning loudly, and he wondered if the neighbors could hear. He really didn't care if they could, though. He and Jordy had been plenty loud before too.
He moved the toy around as he fucked himself with it, trying to hit different parts of his asshole. The smell of sweat was now joined by the scent of spunk, and the musk was driving him insane. Finally he managed to hit what must've been his g-spot, because he almost dropped another load right then and there. It was like he'd been hit with a bolt of lightening. He gripped his cock, which was leaking profusely at this point, and repeated the action, hitting the spot again and again.
"Oh, god!" he shouted again. He was close. One or two more strokes and...
"AH! I'm cumming!" he screamed, not caring that no one was there to hear. He shot again and again, adding more cum to the ropes and pools he'd left on himself before.
This time, he was spent. He easily could have gone another round, and in fact his cock was still pretty hard, but he'd worn himself out. He closed his eyes and rubbed his hand on his belly, smearing the jizz and lube around, and felt the dildo still buried deep in his ass.
He knew now that he had to have the real thing. He wanted Jordy to fuck him, and to do it as soon as possible. But it could at least wait until after he'd had a nap.
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The next thing Jordan knew, someone was pounding on the door. He awoke with a start, Aaron's arm around him, as he realized he was still curled up next to him in the bed.
"Jordan? You awake in there?" Coach Franklin shouted. "Everyone's on the bus, Jordan. I don't want to leave with out you but I will if I have to!"
Aaron was awake now too, and Jordan put a finger to his mouth to signal him to be quiet. He got up off the bed and went to the door, cracking it open and poking his head out.
"Sorry, coach. Forgot to set an alarm. Gimme five minutes and I'll be out."
"Damn it, Jordan, I told you last night we had to be out of here at 8! It's almost 8:15! Hustle up!"
Coach turned and headed down the hall, and Jordan sighed with relief. He quickly threw on the clothes he had planned to put on when Aaron had arrived the night before, and threw the rest of his belongings into his bag without much regard for organization. Aaron put his clothes back on while Jordan packed, and the two kissed one last time before heading out.
"Don't be a stranger," Aaron said, groping Jordan's crotch.
"I don't think you need to worry about that," Jordan responded, stealing one last kiss before bolting down the hall to catch the bus. Aaron snuck out the back door and hoped no one would recognize him in the parking lot.
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