DISCLAIMER:
This story is fiction and is not intended to imply anything about the true sexuality of Tim Tebow or Colt McCoy or any personal knowledge about their private lives. But it will make you cum. And isn't that all that matters? ENJOY! [Feedback is always appreciated: Ohleander@yahoo.com]
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
I started writing this story 2 years ago and before I could finish it I lost it, or so I thought. I recently found it and finished it. It turned out pretty hot. Might write a sequel with Tebow in the pros now.
TIM TEBOW & COLT McCOY *******************************************
"And the 2009 Heisman trophy goes to... Mark Ingram!"
Those words still rang loudly in Colt McCoy's ears. The quarterback for the undefeated Texas Longhorns sat alone at the table in the large hotel banquet hall where only moments ago his dreams of finally winning the most prestigious award in all of college football had been shattered. He'd been up for the award and lost before, but this time was especially bitter since it was his final shot at the honor as this was his senior year. Members of the press and his fellow players alike recognized this fact all too well and after a few consolatory handshakes and hugs quickly left him to sulk in silence. Through misty colored eyes he saw the celebration going on in the distance and it pained him. He didn't have to rack his brain trying to pinpoint where it had all gone wrong. He knew.
"It was the Nebraska game", said a voice from the distance.
Colt refocused his vision through his tearful eyes and saw the 2007 Heisman hunk, Florida Gators quarterback, Tim Tebow walking towards him. Even in a suit and tie Tim looked as if he might be wearing football pads. That's just how Tim was built. Compared to Colt's leaner build, at 6'3 and 240 lbs Tim was an imposing figure and had a considerable size advantage between the two quarterbacks. The spikey-haired, blue-eyed college colossus always made Colt breathless, even now. There's a stud I wouldn't mind being under center for, Colt fantasized with a sly smile. Almost completely his Heisman blues were relieved as he got a good look at Tim approaching with two beers in his hand.
"Here, I think this might help ease the pain", Tim said as he handed Colt a cold one.
"Thanks, bud", Colt smiled as he wiped his eyes and grabbed the bottle.
Tim took a seat in the chair right next to Colt. He waited as Colt took a good long slug of beer first, which he savored for a second before letting it slide down his throat.
"It had to be that last game. The Heisman was yours up until then", Tim continued.
There was an awkward silence as Colt's blood began to boil. He grit his teeth as he thought about how to respond. Even off the field both of these athletes were fiercely competitive rivals and neither one could stand having their faults exposed. He knew Tim was right, but no matter how hot Tim was just because he'd won a Heisman didn't make him the authority on the subject. Suddenly the corners of Colt's mouth turned up in a cruel grin as he hatched a wicked plan.
"Yeah, well we still got the win", Colt reminded him. "At least we didn't choke".
Tim paused abruptly from taking another swig of beer and looked quizzically at Colt. He knew Colt was alluding to Tim's disastrous SEC championship game against Alabama, the team whose running back Mark Ingram who had just claimed the Heisman trophy from the both of them. It was still a very sore spot for him. His pulse began to race as he looked at Colt, who nonchalantly took a sip of his beer as he stared into the distance. Did Colt know what he just said, Tim thought. His nostrils flared and his chest began to heave. Colt peaked out the corner of his eyes to see that his plan was having the desired effect.
"At least I didn't cry on national TV... like a fuckin' baby", Colt said cruelly.
"The fuck...?!", Tim growled as he pushed his seat back and stood ready to pounce.
"Dude, okay! I'm kidding. RELAX! ", Colt finally broke into laughter that he could no longer contain. He held his hands up to shield himself from Tim's clenched fists.
"Oh, you bastard!", Tim smiled, red-faced. "Don't even joke about that".
He grabbed Colt's hair and gave it a wild tussle, messing up his neatly coiffed auburn locks before sitting back down. Looking at Colt's wide-eyed baby face, Tim couldn't be mad at him. He gushed over the Texas quarterback being back in good spirits.
"Oh man, it's so easy to get you riled up", Colt still laughed, wiping tears from his eyes
"Hey, take it easy. That's still a sore spot for me".
"Well, dude, at least you've won a Heisman, Mr. Golden Boy", Colt reminded him. "And, not to mention you're every sportswriter's wet dream. Meanwhile, I've got dick!"
They shared a hearty laugh and toasted beers as they drank to their misfortunes.
"I even wore my lucky jock tonight", Colt said matter-of-factly as he squirmed in his seat adjusting one of the straps.
"No way!", Tim said with a mischievous grin. "You lie!"
"I kid you not, my friend", Colt bragged. "Why do you think we were undefeated this season?"
Immediately visions filled Tim's head of Colt's perfect ass stuffed snugly into a tight jock strap. He'd be kidding himself if he said this was the first time he'd had these kind of thoughts about Colt. Despite Tim's public persona as a guileless, bible-thumping Christian zealot known for sporting biblical passage references in his game day eye black, inwardly he was quietly lustful and lascivious. No one's perfect. Man is sinful by nature, he told himself. He assuaged his conscience by resolving to keep his vow of chastity when it came to women (someday he'd find the right one to marry, he told himself). And for this, his deep and abiding lust for men was all the more potent, particularly when they looked as good as Colt looked in his Texas uniform. The Texas Longhorns wore the tightest and thinnest white football pants that bordered on being obscene. You couldn't help seeing their jock-clad asses jostling underneath. Tim had seen his share of jock asses around his own locker room, but a butt like Colt's was a rare find. Perfectly round and lean, muscular yet still so lusciously plump. It also helped that Tim found Colt so fucking adorable. Before he knew it, Tim found himself sporting a nice chunk of wood in his pants as he gazed at his Texas cutie.
"Your lucky jock?", Tim repeated.
"13 and 0, baby".
"Yeah, right! I don't believe you", Tim said, sizing up Colt's crotch as he tried to picture the jock underneath.
"Alright. Go ahead. Frisk me", Colt insisted.
Colt stood up, raising the back of his suit jacket discreetly as he put his hands in his pants pockets. His perfect ass was in Tim's direct line of sight. Tim laughed nervously and tried to look away to see if anyone else noticed. Then, licking his lips, he stared back at Colt's ass, taking a rare opportunity to examine the outstanding specimen up close.
"Dude, I'm not touching your ass", Tim giggled.
"C'mon, Tebow. Be a sport just once", Colt wiggled his butt. "Go ahead. Goose me one".
Colt peaked over his shoulder and saw Tim still in his seat, chuckling and shaking his head with his arms folded. He also noticed how Tim never looked away from his ass. He was studying it until he realized Colt was watching him.
"You like?", Colt teased.
"Fuck you", Tim blushed.
"Whatever. Fuckin' pussy!", Colt said, letting the back of his jacket drape back down over his ass.
But Colt was soon surprised by Tim's swiftness as he suddenly felt the looming presence of the Gator quarterback at his backside. He turned his head and met the penetrating gaze of Tim's ice blue eyes bearing down on him. Being this close up to the stud quarterback, Colt nearly swooned like one of the many Tebow fanatics. All at once he took notice of Tim's thick neck, the fine hairs on his lightly bearded jaw line and the smoothness of his inviting full pink lips as they curved into a wily smile. Then like a bolt of lightning he felt the powerful grasp of Tim's hand on his ass. He winced at Tim's tremendous strength, bracing himself for the eventual release. But Tim was unrelenting. His hand was precisely and deliberately up Colt's ass crack.
"Who's the pussy now?", Tim breathed vehemently, the words tinged with a wicked mixture of pride and lust.
Tim could tell immediately that Colt was telling the truth about wearing his lucky jock. The unrestricted feel of Colt's smooth naked ass could easily be felt underneath the slacks he wore. Tim's cock rocketed to attention as Colt's tight ass fidgeted in his hand. Colt tried to escape but found that Tim also had a firm hold on one of his arms, holding Colt against his body. As Colt relaxed his ass muscles he quivered as Tim's hand wedged deeper, making his cock instinctively harden. He was strung up on Tim's big meaty hook like a puppet.
"This good enough for you?", Tim whispered gleefully in Colt's ear
Colt nodded his head, half hoping Tim wouldn't let go.
"What's that?!", Tim asked cruelly, turning his ear toward Colt as if he hadn't heard clearly. He hardened his grip.
"Alright...I give!...SHIT!", Colt whimpered. "You sick fuck!"
Tim smiled triumphantly and unclenched Colt's ass, giving it a firm dominant spank. Then they both snickered like two drunken frat boys at the hot exchange.
Colt also noticed Tim casually tugging and rubbing at his own crotch. It seemed that Tim was working hard to wrangle his beefy boner which was now poking through the piss slit of his boxers creating a noticeable tent in his pants. The thought of Colt in his skimpy jock and the feel of his tight little butt in Tim's hands was just too much to keep Tim's daddy dong under control.
"You need some help with that thing?", Colt joked. He smiled coyly as Tim responded with only a cool brooding stare.
Tim could see that Colt was a little intimidated by him and it turned him on even more. Under Tim's domineering gaze Colt nervously began to massage his own ass which was still stinging from being manhandled by Tim's massive quarterback grip. Sizing up Colt's tight body, Tim reached his hand deep in his own pocket and deliberately fumbled with his hard cock. Colt's face went flush and his jaw nearly dropped as he refocused on the huge tool moving in Tim's pants. It was the hottest thing he ever saw. He couldn't look away.
Tim relished the moment, biting his lips in a sexy sneer as he toyed with Colt. Finally, with a slow teasing grind of his hips, he pulled his cock comfortably back inside his underwear. He came close up to the slack-jawed Texas quarterback who looked a bit wobbly as if he'd topple over at any second.
"Think you can handle that?", Tim said seductively in Colt's ear. At the same time he pulled his hands from his pocket, producing his hotel room key card and slipped it into Colt's pocket.
Speechless, Colt was jolted by the touch of Tim's hand reaching in his pocket. He reached inside and fingered the card. He didn't have to look at it to know exactly what it was or what Tim meant by giving it to him. He only needed to look at Tim's electric blue eyes hooded in a narrowed, cock-teasing gaze and his tongue lightly wetting the sides of his parted lips. Instantly Colt smiled wide with an infectious boyish glee, his eyebrow devilishly askew at the nasty things he wanted to do with Tim and his huge quarterback cock. The comical expression cracked Tim's stone-faced resolve and he smiled back at Colt with genuine loving adoration like a father for a son.
Tim was the first to break their intense connection as he surveyed the room, figuring a way to exit the banquet hall and slip upstairs hopefully unnoticed. Colt soon followed. But no sooner had their minds got to work hatching an escape plan than did one of the many reporters come Colt's way to get a few words on yet again another Heisman defeat.
"Colt!", the reporter announced as he approached.
Tim noted with an inward chuckle that Colt was less than thrilled by the interruption. "Looks like you got company, my friend", he said, jabbing Colt playfully in the chest.
Tim made a quick exit into the distance as he nodded hello to the approaching reporter. Half focused on Tim strutting away, Colt reluctantly shook hands with the reporter. But Tim didn't stray too far though, just a few yards away but still within direct eye shot of Colt. With a hand in his pocket, Tim stood back and sucked leisurely on his beer as he waited patiently. Colt made eye contact with him every now and then as the reporter talked his ear off. He was doing his best to make his answers sound as genuine as possible to questions he'd been asked a thousand times before. Tim knew the feeling all too well and wickedly took pleasure in seeing Colt's growing aggravation. In the distance Colt saw Tim make mocking hand gestures of the reporter talking incessantly. He shook his head and flashed that cute smile of his. Seconds later he stifled a laugh when he saw Tim promptly being approached by a few reporters of his own.
It seemed to go on like that for the next hour, like the two boys just couldn't quite shake everyone. There was an endless gauntlet of reporters, coaches, players and family at the Heisman ceremony that seemed to be doing their best at cock blocking the two studs. Every few minutes one of them would feverishly scan the room for the other, the fire of their lust rekindling as they finally locked eyes again; Colt, wide-eyed and anxious; Tim, stone-faced and determined to fuck that ass.
During yet another photo-op for a few sports magazine reporters, Tim and Colt eventually met up again and posed with the other Heisman candidates. At that point Tim had finally gotten so frustrated he could hardly contain himself.
"I'm so fuckin' horny right now", Tim boldly whispered, soft and deep, his warm breath buzzing Colt's ear as they posed next to each other.
The words made Colt's whole body shiver with anticipation. His hard cock shifted in his tight jock, aching with a huge load he desperately needed fucked out of him by Tim's fat fuck canon.
"Me too", Colt mouthed back into Tim's ear amidst the flashing cameras.
With tentative smiles, the two quarterbacks carried on until the photographers finally had their fill and dismissed the group. Colt somehow managed to get snapped up again by his parents, who were still trying unsuccessfully to console him over yet another Heisman loss. Little did they know that his loss was the furthest thing from his mind. As his parents jawed on and on, Colt scanned the room again looking for Tim, a sinking feeling setting in when he was nowhere to be found. He searched the room with his eyes again. Still nothing. His mom was talking but he couldn't hear a word over the deafening sound of his pounding heart. She wouldn't shut up it seemed. He grew frantic, running his hand through his hair, which his parents took as a sign of disappointment.
Then suddenly from his inside coat pocket he felt his cell phone vibrating. He whipped it out and smiled in relief at the name on the screen. TEBOW. He hesitated and decided not to answer it with his parents standing there. He'd wait until they left, he thought, then he'd call Tim back.
His phone stopped vibrating for a moment then began buzzing again. He glanced at the screen and this time saw he had a new text message. Flipping open the phone he saw Tim's name again. He couldn't resist. He pressed a button to display the message:
"I'm up in my room...U cumming?"
Colt immediately reached into his pocket to ensure he still had the room key Tim had slipped to him earlier. He fished it out and looked at it for the first time. The room number shimmered in the light, emblazoned in elaborate golden lettering against the crimson coated card; the key to his wildest fantasies come true. His cock throbbed hard just looking at it. He knew he needed to ditch his parents fast.
Almost on cue his phone buzzed again. Another message from Tim:
"Mmmm!...Need that ass, baby...hurry! ", his message pleaded.
"Fuck yeah", Colt mumbled with a shifty smirk on his face. He knew Tim needed it bad and so did he.
His parents didn't register Colt's reaction but instead noticed him fingering what they thought to be his room key. Figuring that he'd rather be alone, they offered that he go up to his room for some much needed rest to try to forget about the day. Colt fought hard not to beam with joy at his miraculous turn of fortune; instead he snickered to himself as he reluctantly agreed with his parent's advice. Like a good little boy he kissed mom and dad goodnight before skating off.
Once he made it out of the banquet hall Colt sprinted toward an empty elevator. It seemed the elevator couldn't move fast enough. He was jumping inside with anticipation, until at last the elevator doors reopened and he'd reached the desired floor. He looked at the room number on the key again.
"15-12", he recited.
His hard dick virtually led the way as he traipsed down the hallway counting down the numbers on each door with glee until he finally stopped at room number 1512. The adrenaline he felt was incredible. This was really about to happen. He gave a fleeting thought about striking some kind of sexy pose to greet Tim when he opened the door, give him his best sultry, leering look. He knocked on the door, and as the door handle turned he lost his nerve. The door opened and it was clear that he was no match for Tim Tebow's all-American brooding bad ass hotness. Tim stood with the door open, his hulking frame free from the confines of his suit jacket and tie, only wearing his pants and an untucked and slightly unbuttoned light blue collared dress shirt that tapered to his body's indomitable muscular prowess. Colt's eyes smiled in worship of the hunky college jock's incredible physique. Tim returned the same adoration, licking his lips as he sampled the tight little Texan's lean body.
"Get your ass in here!", Tim snapped playfully as he reached for Colt's arm.
Colt barely got a word out before he was wrapped up in Tim's huge arms. The door shut behind them as Tim shuffled their bodies further into the room. Colt could feel Tim's bulging monster cock pressing and grinding against his own with each step he took. He couldn't resist – he grabbed Tim's crotch, feeling the hot pulsating rocket alive in his hand. Tim's intense blue eyes were bearing down on Colt so hard, beaconing to him, making him weak with desire. Their faces were poised to kiss but Tim tortured Colt, making him wait for it. Tim wrapped his big paws around Colt's neck, quietly marveling at the young quarterback's smooth baby face. Using his thumbs, Tim stroked Colt's hairless jaw line and cheeks, tracing Colt's lips, and gently forcing his thumbs inside Colt's wet mouth. Colt eagerly accepted, grazing the fingers with his teeth as he sucked them down to the nub. Tim withdrew his thumbs and drew his face near until slowly, deliberately, they exchanged a long soft wet kiss.
"Mmmm...", Colt hummed softly, savoring his first taste of Tim's lips, the gentle sucking of saliva resounding as they broke off their hot kiss. They smiled at each other, relieved to have finally consummated their desires, followed by longer rough-tongued kissing that they both craved.
Colt held Tim tight, savoring the feel of the Gator quarterback's big body. But Tim had something else in mind. He wriggled free from Colt's embrace and with his brute strength he quickly pushed Colt's back against the nearby wall. Colt laughed nervously as he watched Tim slowly approach, trying to guess his next move. Tim's eyes twinkled with devious delight as he stalked the jittery Texas quarterback. He loved being in control. Suddenly he reached for Colt's arm and in flash he turned Colt around to face the wall.
"Let me see that ass!", Tim growled as he firmly slapped Colt's tight butt. He grabbed it roughly, the way he'd been wanting to do all night. Colt's momentary wince of pain soon turned into moans of pleasure as Tim began massaging his big hands in and out of Colt's legs just below his ass, frisking for his prostate.
"Uhhnnnm...dude, yeah!", Colt sighed. He pushed his ass back, slowing grinding against Tim's fingers. Even through Colt's pants Tim could feel Colt's warm cock-hungry asshole twitching and milking his fingers.
"You're a fuckin' bitch for it, aren't cha?", Tim snarled. "This what you want?"
Tim pressed his huge still clothed rock hard boner in between Colt's tight butt crack, crushing their bodies into the wall. In unison the two studs grunted in satisfaction. Colt accepted Tim's stiff prick hungrily, vigorously humping his ass on the mighty shaft. He grabbed Tim's big hands, reaching around and placing them on his own hard cock. And Tim wasted no time prying his hand inside Colt's pants and finding the hard dick stretching against the lucky jock strap.
"Awwwhhh...shit", Colt shuddered, his legs buckling as he felt Tim's hand rubbing over his sensitive piss slit. Tim loved the response he was getting from Colt. He nestled closer, resting his head in the nape of Colt's neck as he planted soft kisses. From the root to tip, Tim expertly and methodically milked Colt's throbbing prick; the rhythm so hypnotic Colt gently began rocking back and forth, fucking in and out of Tim's tight grip while still humping his ass against the pulsating piston that was now bulging from Tim's pants.
"Uhhh...man...ohhh...man...", Tim panted with each thrust.
He couldn't get enough of what Colt was doing to him with his tight butt. It was driving him mad with lust. He took Colt by surprise as he gripped him by the waist, and in one violent thrust drove his crotch deep into Colt's ass, pinning his lover to the wall.
"Don't you fuckin' move!"
Those hot breathy words stung the back of Colt's neck and sent a fire charging down his spine. In that moment he wanted nothing more than to please Tim, to exist only for his pleasure. He did as he was told and didn't move. Their two warm bodies stood pressed together, heaving hungrily against one another. With both hands Tim slowly slid Colt's pants down, finally exposing that smooth naked ass he had lusted after ever since first seeing Colt suited up in those tight Longhorns uniform pants. The sight of Colt's perfect jock-clad bubble butt made Tim drop to his knees.
"Oooohh..." Tim sighed as he explored Colt's ass in front of him, marveling at the way the tight black jock strap hugged the curve in Colt's ample buttocks, lifting and separating them just right. "Your ass is amazing".
Tim tenderly kissed each glorious globe of flesh, palming both cheeks and finding them firm yet supple to his touch. They spread as soft as cream under his sure grip. He stretched two long probing fingers into the recesses of Colt's fuck chute, prying it open to find small wisps of fine hairs that led deeper. Colt moaned softly as he felt Tim stroke the hairs gently, going deeper until he reached the opening of Colt's tight ass ring. The tempting sight made Tim bring his face closer for a detailed inspection. Even more appetizing was the way Colt was now expanding and contracting his sphincter at will, winking his delicious pussy lips at Tim. Tim felt his own cock begin drizzling pre-cum at the sight of it. He couldn't hold back, he just had to taste it. He dove in, kissing the sweet pussy lips and fluttering his tongue inside.
"Awwww...FAAHHHK!", Colt yelped. "Yeah, man...taste that ass! Eat that ass!".
Colt grabbed Tim's spikey hair and pressed him even deeper, commanding him to feast on his raunchy sweat-slicked hole. Tim enthusiastically obeyed; sloshing his big wet tongue deep inside Colt's wiggling ass, munching on the quarterback's tightly coiled cum canal. Colt was in a fit of ecstasy, clawing at the wall as though he were about to climb it. He lifted his leg off the ground, opening his ass wider to give Tim even deeper access to his sumptuous asshole. But he couldn't keep his balance for long. Tim's talented tongue was too much for him and his legs buckled and gave way, sending him falling back into the hands of the Heisman winning stud.
"Whoa..I gotcha", Tim laughed as Colt was tangled up in his pants around his ankles.
Colt steadied his hand on Tim's broad shoulder as they both worked to free him from his pants and shirt, leaving him in just his jock strap. Then, with his incredibly deft strength, Tim surprised a gasping Colt by heaving him off the ground, carrying him like a baby.
"I told ya I gotcha. See?", Tim said with a seductive smile. He gripped Colt tightly in his arms for reassurance. His bedroom blue eyes made Colt swoon and whimper like a helpless kitten in the arms of his hunky hero. He surrendered to Tim completely. Reaching up he softly snared Tim by the chin and guided their mouths into more wet kissing as Tim carried him across the room over to the bed.
With their tongues still wrestling with each other, Tim planted Colt on his knees on the edge of the bed while Colt still clung to his hulking upper body. It finally became absurdly obvious that Tim was still fully clothed and Colt quickly got to work peeling Tim's shirt off. He went wild for Tim's naked torso, kissing all over his massive well-toned beefy pecs. He stroked and caressed Tim's wide back as he flitted his tongue from nipple to nipple. Tim moaned his approval as he worked on dropping his trousers. The sound of Tim's belt unbuckling was like a dinner bell to Colt, and the Texas stud made a beeline, kissing straight down Tim's taut stomach, licking along Tim's treasure trail into his crotch. He selfishly batted away Tim's big hands and nimbly unbuckled the belt and unfastened the pants button. Tim stood there and smiled as he looked down at Colt feverishly ripping his zipper down. Colt panted, his tongue wagging. He was nearly in heat anticipating what lie in wait throbbing between Tim's big meaty thighs. And before Colt knew it, Tim shifted his body weight from one leg to the other, swiveled his hips, and like magic his pants fell like a curtain, revealing a long heaving boner tenting up in his boxers.
"Fuck yeah...", Colt cheered. He looked up at Tim towering above him and Tim stared back with a lustful scowl as he stuffed his hand in his boxers to jerk the massive tool, making the tent move.
"This what you want?"
Colt nodded, his eyes on the moving tent.
"Lay back...I'm gonna fuckin' feed it to you", Tim snarled.
Colt did as he was told and lay back on the bed, all the while watching Tim come out of his boxers with 10-inches of hard, uncut, juicy, all-american cock. The sight of it made Colt dizzy with pure lust and cock envy. Tim was already one of the most celebrated quarterbacks in college football. Now it was clear he had a bigger dick than Colt too. As Tim mounted the bed on all fours his dick was so hard it pointed up, almost sticking flat against his stomach, anchored by a huge set of bull balls that swung pendulously between his beefy thighs. He crawled over Colt's body, playfully biting at the bulge in Colt's jock and kissing his way up his smooth chest. He mounted Colt's torso just below his chest, letting his long dick hover just out of tongue's reach of Colt's wet and waiting lips. Still that didn't stop Colt from trying in vain to lick the juicy hammer head of Tim's thick cock. He craned his neck, grunting in futility as he flicked his tongue wildly.
Tim grinned smugly as he watched his pretty little cock slut. He grabbed Colts hands and pinned them to the mattress, bringing his cock ever so much closer. It turned him on just watching Colt's lust for it. He flexed his mighty cock muscle, making his dick bounce up and down.
"C'mon boy!", Tim called. "Get that bone!"
Amazingly Colt snaked his tongue far enough to quickly swipe the tip.
"OOOH!! That's it boy!", Tim cheered, genuinely surprised. They both laughed heartily as they continued their sexy game.
Colt felt Tim's powerful thighs clenched around him begin to shimmy up his body. His tongue scored more hits than misses, tasting Tim's salty smooth cock flesh. Then suddenly – bullseye – his tongue grazed Tim's piss slit and he felt the towering quarterback's thighs twitch. He followed up with another direct hit, this time ensnaring Tim's meaty dick head. A small quick panting breath escaped Tim's lips and he surrendered. He lifted off his haunches and flexed his cock, the thick base of it bristling with unruly pubes like the quills of a porcupine as he prepare to reward his cock lover. Sampling some of the sweat that had pooled in the crevices of Colt's neck he lubed his cock to a shine, priming it to its hardest and ripest.
"Hold out that hot tongue, baby", he instructed. "It's feeding time!"
Colt didn't have to be told. He held his tongue out, flat and wide, ready to receive all of Tim's hard, hairy, horse-dicked goodness. Tim released Colt's hands as he came closer, squatting over the Texas stud. He fully expected Colt to snap up his beefy boner until he saw the quiet obedience beaming up from Colt's wide blue eyes. The little slut wanted to be fed. Tim didn't disappoint him either. Leaning forward Tim made his cockhead slap loudly on Colt's wet tongue. Tap tap tap tap tap. The heavy thud of that fat beefy dong against his tongue made Colt's cock throb painfully in the tight confines on his jock. His eyes were fixed on Tim, ready to accept whatever his cockmaster made him do.
"Kiss it", Tim commanded.
Colt snarled his tongue around the head of the menacing cock and sucked it into a kiss. Tim shook and rumbled a low grunt of approval, loving Colt's inventive tongue play. He let Colt suckle longer on the head as he stroked the folds of his foreskin all the way to the tip of his dick. Not missing a beat Colt slithered his tongue into the folds of Tim's meaty foreskin, sloppily swabbing the head. Tim couldn't deny his excitement as his cock began to leak its pre-fuck juices, the greatest reward for any cocksucker. Colt moaned as he tasted Tim melting all down his throat. He alternated biting at the foreskin and flicking at Tim's piss slit, coaxing more and more of that sweet jock juice into his mouth. Tim finally satisfied his hunger, pushing the first few inches of his meaty shaft into Colt's hungry mouth. Colt knew that Tim was big, but he didn't count on him being so hard. His tongue and jaw worked in unison searching for any weak spots, any place he could leverage for relief. But Tim's cock was a solid column of steel. Tim could see Colt's eyes almost bug out of his head as he made a rookie mistake by trying to swallow him whole. He graciously pulled his cock out and let Colt catch his breath.
"Take it easy, stud. I'm gonna make sure you get it all", Tim promised. With that, he lifted his hefty sized hairy ball sac for the offering and Colt dutifully took it into his mouth.
"Mmmm"... Colt moaned as he lapped at the day's sweat and piss that coated Tim's sac. He rolled each of those low-hanging baby-making balls across his tongue, sampling their size and weight. If the precum was any indication, those fuckers had to be filled with more hot quarterback jizz.
Tim stretched and jerked his cock along Colt's face as he watched his slutty cock slave suck on his sac. Gargling on Tim's nuts, Colt could feel the heat from Tim's outstretched throbbing dick searing his cheeks, his nose, and his eyes sockets as the spit-slicked tool slithered across his face. The heady aroma of Tim's man musk between his thighs and under his balls was narcotic. Colt flared his nostrils and pressed his nose deep into Tim's crotch until he almost choked on the scent.
Deciding his jaw had had enough rest, Colt withdrew Tim's nuts from his mouth and went back to work on the behemoth between Tim's legs. He licked the underside of the huge prick, careful to trace along the main vein which sent a rippling sensation up Tim's shaft and produced more of the pearly fluid. Tim placed the meaty palm of his hand against Colt's sweat covered forehead to steady himself. Instinctively Colt paused, heeling to his cockmaster. He felt Tim's hand pressing his head firmly to the mattress while at the same time the gurgling tip of Tim's prick broached his lips. Colt eyes searched Tim's, ready for more instruction. Tim said nothing, his expression stern and unyielding. He stealthily slipped his cock head inside the velvety warmth of Colt's mouth.
"Ahhhhyeahhh.." Tim bellowed, exhaling blissfully as he felt Colt's tongue activate on his fat fuck rocket. Using his agile hips and pure cock muscle he grazed the inside of Colt's cheek with his dick, making it bulge out, and then, glistening wet with spit, he pulled it out. Colt lie there, staring at the massive tool and its owner, his tongue savoring traces of dick juice at the corners of his mouth. Tim knew his cock slut wanted more. He repeated the action, demonstrating his excellent cocksmanship, this time rubbing the inside of the other cheek before pulling out. Again he plunged his prick inside, poking deeper, this time feeling Colt's tongue sloshing wildly, guiding his prick to convince him to leave it in. Tim was encouraged that Colt may have finally gotten used to the massive dick abusing his mouth. It was confirmed when he felt Colt's hands grip his ass as he tried to pull out again. Then Tim suddenly felt the amazing sensation of Colt relaxing his throat muscles, like a venus fly trap, widening his gullet to consume more of the beefy rod.
"Faaaaw-kin'.. sluu-huut!!!", Tim exclaimed softly as he now long-dicked Colt's mouth with ease. His hand was still on Colt's forehand as he flexed and bucked his crotch, feeding his shaft into the best face fucking he'd ever felt. Colt looked up at his cockmaster with wide-eyed feverish lust as he proudly sucked more and more hot jock juice spewing from Tim's pumping piston, grabbing Tim's hard melon-sized ass to squeeze out as much of the sweet nectar as possible. Tim gripped the headboard of the bed which had begun to knock against the wall incessantly as he picked up speed, going to town on Colt's sweet mouth.
Riding his dick deep in Colt's hot mouth Tim began to feel that familiar tingle deep in his balls. He hadn't waited this long to get at this incredible Texas stud just to get a blow job, Tim thought; a really hot blow job, true. Tim's ultimate fantasy, what he had spent countless nights jacking off to, the constant daydream that sent a charge through his cock like a bolt of lightning, was to fuck and seed Colt's ass. All those games when Colt had strutted that tight, baby smooth ass of his up and down the football field making Tim so hot for it until he could taste it. He couldn't wait any longer.
Tim tore his cock out of Colt's mouth as he dismounted his chest. It happened so fast all Colt could do was watch with longing, his eyes following the dangling wet prick and its master assume a new position at the opposite end of the bed. He propped himself up on his elbows, smiling as he looked at Tim who was sitting back on his knees, quiet, like a ninja warrior contemplating a deadly strike, his dick like a massive saber rising tall, proud and ever-ready between his thick muscle-wrought thighs.
"Turn over", Tim ordered, jacking his mighty cock menacingly.
The smile on Colt's face widened to reveal his toothy compliance. He made a show of slithering his body onto his belly like a snake, quickly snapping his head to either side to keep his eyes on Tim. He rolled and undulated his long lean body, floating his perky butt up into a perfect pike position that made Tim lick his lips. With his knees staked to the mattress and his legs opened wide, Colt waved his pink pucker in the air, enticing Tim to inch closer. Tim reached out and grabbed the waist band of Colt's tight jock, brutally reigning in the Texas stud. Colt continued wiggling his ass but heeded Tim's powerful command and moved backward, purring as he felt that wonderful kiss between his tight rosebud and the head of Tim's fat prick. Tim stretched the waistband and let it snap loudly against Colt's back, the sting making Colt flinch but also activating his hungry ass lips into sucking on Tim's poised dick head. The warmth and tightness of Colt's fuck chute was so inviting, Tim pressed harder until the crown of his dick was completely nestled inside.
"Mmmm.." Tim moaned with delight as he felt Colt's magnificent ass muscles trying in vain to deny his cock entry into the warm glory hole. Both he and Colt knew that all it took was one powerful thrust and he'd fully penetrate and own Colt's ass, but Tim enjoyed making Colt wait for it, letting his cock just barely scratch at Colt's itching asshole. He leaned down over Colt so that both were in perfect doggy position. He licked at the beads of sweat forming in the valley between his shoulder blades, around his neck and finally finding Colt's mouth, their tongues collided into rough wet kissing. He reached underneath Colt as though he were performing some sort of perverted canine physical, thoroughly examining his jock-constricted hard-on. A snickering grunt emanated from Tim as he finally freed the shaft, stroking it furiously, so that only Colt's balls remained confined. With Tim clearly the aggressor, their sweaty bouncing bodies began to writhe and sway in tandem; each movement, each stroke becoming more insistent until they both collapsed onto the mattress, Tim's dick slipping from its perch between Colt's wet butt. Nevertheless using the new position to his advantage Tim quickly inserted his cock into the somehow more intimate spot between Colt's thighs. The swift maneuvering won Colt's grunt of consent as he greedily snapped up Tim's long fat prong. He could feel it throbbing, radiating like a hot tuning fork, embedded just below his nut sack. Tim clasped his arms around Colt's torso in a tight bear hug and pumped his cock farther into the moist depths between Colt's thighs. Colt was amazed that it was long enough to penetrate through to the other side, pushing up past his balls to mingle beside his own cock by more than half its length. He pinched his thighs tighter and Tim roared gruffly in his ear, unable to contain his pleasure. Instinctively something primal possessed Tim as he gripped Colt's back tighter and reacted with several erratic, convulsive fuck thrusts.
"Yeah!...yeah!...", Colt panted with each meaty slap of Tim's hips against his ass. Spurred on by the encouragement, Tim growled deeply in Colt's ear as he continued his assault, with his final stroke hammering Colt's body so hard that it left the Texas quarterback laboring for air.
"Huh!", Tim grunted, squeezing Colt's torso for emphasis. "You want this cock?!..You want this dick?!"
Tim lay dominantly atop Colt's back, feeling Colt's rib cage expanding and contracting rapidly as he suckled Colt's sweaty collarbone. He knew Colt was too winded to respond. Not waiting for Colt's recovery, he pulled his cock from between Colt's battered thighs and wedged it between Colt's ass cheeks which had become more pliable and sweaty from the abuse. Colt winced and arched his back as he felt the full force of Tim's girth blunt against his fuck chute.
"Hhaaa-AAhhhh...yeaahhh!!", Colt roared as he reared up like a spooked horse, carrying Tim clutched against his back.
"Yeah! Feel that fucking cock, baby!", Tim jeered.
Colt flopped back down on the bed and recruited all his strength to buck his ass up against Tim's thrusting cock. Then they both moaned in unison at the wonderful hand-in-glove sensation of Tim's big tool wedging deep inside Colt's butt for a tight fit. Colt rattled his asshole around, savoring the feeling of fullness deep in his bowels, his body shuddering uncontrollably as Tim's tool hit his sweet spot. Tim kissed Colt sweetly as he began pumping his big dick into the hot hole, with Colt finding Tim's rhythm soon after. Tim pinned Colt's arms to his sides as their bodies communicated in a carnal give and take, Colt's ass and hips submissive and compliant to Tim's stern corkscrew thrusts.
Their fuck session hit its raunchy stride with Tim laying into Colt's ass with all his vigor, stroking deep with his hips like a powerful galloping steed. He cupped Colt's head with his hands as they made out sloppily, his hips on autopilot as he stabbed his cock into Colt's sweet Texas pussyhole over and over. The rocking of the bed and incessant clapping of Tim's hips against Colt's butt resounded off the walls of their fuck den. Colt gave an encouraging slap against Tim's hard flexing ass, grunting for more hard dick to ream his ass to the hilt. Like a machine Tim responded to the request, fucking Colt's ass double-time.
"Yeaaahhh, fuck-that-ass-Tebow!", Colt's voice hiccupped with each thrust of Tim's big body.
He whimpered when Tim suddenly stopped, maybe needing a short reprieve he thought. Tim kissed him on the cheek and smiled with a glint of deviousness before sitting up and straddling Colt's ass, his cock still firmly embedded inside. He rocked back and forth tentatively, as if testing the fit of a saddle on a bucking bronco before it was turned loose from the rodeo gate.
"Oooh-Mmmmnnn..." Colt purred and wiggled his ass with glee.
"Oh you like this, huh?", Tim said coyly, winding his hips slowly in a smooth fucking motion.
"Fuuu-huuuck yeah", Colt said dreamily. "Your cock feels soooo good up my ass".
"Yeah?...So good up your ass, huh, baby?"
Then Tim grit his teeth, and with a powerful stroke, he angled his cock deeper, eliciting a moan from Colt and making him squeeze his ass hole.
"Oooh...fuck yeah! Tighten that hole on my dick", Tim yelled, giving Colt's ass a slap of encouragement. He watched Colt's ass dimple on each side as it squeezed his rod, its perfect shape returning for only a second of release before clutching his tool even harder. Colt panted softly as his head roiled from side to side, quietly fucking himself on Tim's bull-sized cock.
"Ah yeah, that's it you slut", Tim scorned as he clasped his hands behind his head, watching Colt's ass hungrily milking his cock. "Open your pretty little ass so I can fuck it!"
Tim skillfully began to use his hips and legs to control and ride up and down inside Colt's tight butt. He reached for Colt's hair, raking it tenderly before snatching a fistful. Colt shivered and moaned with both pain and pleasure as his head snapped back under Tim's cruel grasp. Colt jumped up on all fours and started fucking his hungry asshole back on Tim's meaty cock. The steady sound of Colt's wet butt slapping against Tim's hips filled the room, making Tim's gruff moans grow louder. He got off on his own power and how submissive Colt was, giving his asshole up to his huge fuck hungry cock.
"Yeah, don't you stop, bitch! Fuck your ass on my big fucking cock!", Tim commanded. "Mmmm...God damn it! Your little pussy ass is so sweet!"
Colt's rigid cock flapped against his belly with each thrust he made until he felt Tim reach around with his strong wrench-like grip and begin to jerk it mercilessly. Colt cried out in a lustful moan as he felt himself growing further toward the edge. With Tim's fat cock prodding his prostate, Colt didn't know how much more he could take.
"Fuck, man... You're gonna make me fuckin' cum soon", Colt cooed as he slowed his fucking.
"And I wanna see you cum baby", Tim said as he tenderly kissed Colt's back and neck. "I wanna see you cum while I'm FUCKING that ass!".
"Yeah?!", Colt perked up at Tim's dirty talk. "You wanna fuck this cum out of me?".
"Fuck yeah! Turn that ass over!"
"Oooh yeah", Colt flipped over in a flash. "You wanna fuck me on my back, huh? Fuck me like a bitch?! Yeah, you wanna bitch fuck my whore ass?!"
Colt wrapped his hands around Tim's thick sweaty neck and pulled him into a sloppy kiss as he opened his legs wide, whimpering like a true bottom boy as he was mounted by the powerful stud. Tim sank his fat fuck muscle back inside Colt's tight asshole, going balls deep as he began to pound relentlessly on that warm Texas man pussy. Sweat poured off Tim creating the most intimate seal between their writhing bodies. Colt was in total pleasure sensory overload, eliciting long droning moans as Tim fucked him like a freight train, his big muscle ass pumping and hammering hard. Their lips touched languidly with their wet mouths agape as they huffed for air, stealing sweet juicy-tongued kisses in between each breath. They moaned hungrily each time they tasted each other as a synergy permeated their bodies, like a circuit passing from cock to ass through their slithering tongues was complete.
Laying on his back letting that big Gator quarterback cock run roughshod up his ass, Colt knew he was about to cum without even touching his cock. The feeling was so intense he couldn't get the words out; a failing, fleeting yelp was all he could muster. His body seized, becoming rigid. His arms and legs clutched Tim's big sweaty body as if trying to hold on to a rocket before it blasted into orbit. Tim peered deep into Colt's eyes dilated in complete lust and knew Colt was on the verge.
"Cumming for me, baby?", Tim crooned deeply.
"Uuhh-huhhh", Colt panted in response as he fired his sticky load.
Tim froze when Colt's slutty hole squeezed and milked his boner as Colt orgasmed. The feeling was so incredible, as if Tim's cock was becoming one with Colt's gut. He could feel Colt's overactive pumping pistol pressed between their bodies as it twitched and spit up all over them. He started screwing slowly, grinding and churning his long cock deep inside Colt's gut, truly fucking the cum out of his hot slut. Colt was beginning to recover from his high, sliding his hands from Tim's back down to his sweaty ass. He pried open Tim's lightly hairy ass cheeks and finger fucked his virgin hole deep with two fingers from each hand, pushing just the right button to turn Tim from a supreme fucking hulk into a muscle-bound sissy.
"Ahhh! Fuckin' yeahh!!", Tim roared. His body suddenly jolted and thrashed. "Fuckin' play with that ass!"
The anal stimulation was all he needed. Tim clenched his butt tight and drove his cock deep as he fired wave after wave of his hot he-man spunk into Colt's hungry hole. This time it was Colt's turn to be in control as Tim bucked wildly in the throes of his orgasm. Colt kept milking Tim's hole with his fingers firmly embedded up the Gator quarterback's tight butt.
"Yeah, gimme that nut", Colt coached. "Fuckin' seed my bitch ass!"
Tim shook and rattled and, finally spent, he collapsed on Colt's chest. The room fell deafeningly silent, like a wild storm had just passed. Colt exhaled in a state of complete zen, content as he held his hunky fucker in his arms. He lovingly massaged Tim's well worn asshole, with the occasional tremor going through Tim's body as his dick drained the last of his load. Tim's chest heaved mightily making the entire bed shake. It was the most intense orgasm he'd ever had.
"Hot fucking load, baby", Colt cooed as he tenderly stroked Tim's sweaty brow.
Tim propped his chin up on Colt's chest and smiled ear to ear, hanging his tongue out his mouth in good-natured exhaustion. He climbed up on all fours and crawled closer to plant a kiss on Colt's lips. He grabbed Colt and playfully flipped their bodies over, Greco-roman wrestling style. Colt didn't fight it. He loved being handled by Tim's big arms. He laughed as he came crashing down on Tim's brawny torso, nestling in the nape of Tim's musky armpit and kissing his heaving chest. As they cuddled together Tim's hand traveled down Colt's back to cradle the hot ass that he craved so much. Colt purred as he felt Tim stick two of his fat long fingers just inside his moist jock pussy.
"Damn", Tim said, almost to himself. "You're so fuckin' wet".
He strummed Colt's cum-greased hole continuously, marveling at the size of the load he'd deposited as it seeped from Colt's supple ass. Colt felt like such a slut and he loved it, wrapping his leg around Tim and deepening the access of Tim's probing fingers up his fuck chute. Tim kissed Colt on his forehead, stroking his well-fucked hole as they both lulled into a deep satisfied sleep.
The next morning Colt was awakened early by the sound of Tim, showered, shaved, fully dressed in his Sunday best, with a duffle bag draped over his shoulder as he collected the last of his things before leaving the hotel room. Colt lay there in a fog for a moment, unblinking, his hazy vision creating a halo affect around the glorious Tim Tebow. He blinked and the halo was gone.
"You gone, choirboy?", Colt's asked in a froggy baritone deepened by a good night's fuck and sleep.
"Yeah, I gotta jet", Tim replied. "Gonna check out of the hotel, then meet my parents for brunch, then church."
Colt smiled and chuckled to himself at how innocent Tim could seem at times. Tim opened the door and before leaving he turned back as if he'd forgotten something.
"Hey, I guess you're right", Tim smiled knowingly.
"What's that?"
Tim reached his big brawny hand into his pants pocket and withdrew it, producing a balled up piece of black cloth. He pressed it to his nose and inhaled deeply.
"I guess this really is a lucky jock".
"14 and 0, baby", Colt laughed cockily and he stretched back on the bed with his hands behind his head.
Tim smiled and nodded his head goodbye, taking another whiff of the musky jock before stuffing it back in his pocket as he left the room.
THE END
[If you like this story, check out my other story "Fucking Reggie Bush" (9/27/08) or my "The Hung & The Restless" series on Nifty. Haven't updated that series in over 2 years though, but I'm working on it. Comments are always appreciated: ohleander@yahoo.com]