Day in the Life of a Town Football Star Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com)
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Day in the Life of a Town Football Star
ch. 10
Ken Campbell lived in the wealthiest subdivision of town. He was your typical NFL player: work hard, live hard was his motto. He'd met Dan at a charity event last year and was impressed with the boy's athletic ability and the fact Dan kept his head on his shoulders despite being the town star.
Dan was impressed by Ken's successful career as the unsung, reliable lineman. He was amazed this pro player was humble, down-to-earth, and friendly. It didn't hurt that the older athlete was a massive but conditioned physical specimen who radiated masculinity and power. Even the mound in the guy's jeans was imposing. Ken quickly took Dan under his wing as a mentor and big brother figure. Almost as quickly, the two men discovered their shared interests went beyond football.
By now, the young athlete had a key to Ken's McMansion and was over there frequently when Ken wasn't gone to training camp or away games.
Dan rang the doorbell and got no answer. Still, Ken's car was there, so he figured maybe Ken was out back. He walked toward the back patio. "Ken!" he called out "You home?"
He heard some expletives, a scramble, and a splash, then Ken's assured voice. "Don't worry guys, it's my buddy Dan. He's cool."
The high schooler entered the back patio to see that the hot tub was fired up and inside it were three beefy players from the nearby city franchise. DaShawn Martin was larger than any man had a right to be. Large black muscles bulged to the point of insanity, their mass looking like a rolling mountain range of power and their smooth onyx surface adding even more solidity. But Dan's horny eyes were drawn down to the crotch. The scepter poking up wasn't quite as big as Ed William's master cock, but it was pretty damn close. Ten plus definitely, and enough width to show anyone he meant business. Ken was kneeling right at the altar, his paws on DaShawn's massive thighs, his head hovering inches from the tip of that hardened tubesteak.
A third teammate watched on. Rick Cox (he got ribbed for that name... his teammates called him "Double Dick") was a pale-skinned red head with a bulk that came across more as bulldozer than Rodin sculpture. He had huge hairy nuts that swung between his spread legs as he beat off, clearly the voyeur of the action Dan interrupted. The cock in Rick's hand was similarly oversized: a fat nine incher that bent slightly to the left, thick veins coating the length, a menacing helmet head.
Dan wasn't surprised by his friend's company: Ken liked his dicks big. Obscenely large even. Even as he was urging Dan to strip off and join them, he was sticking that giant licorice lollipop back into his greedy mouth.
He loved watching Ken suck dick. There was something about seeing this butch god of a jock submitting to another man that turned Dan on. He peeled off his clothes and stroked his hardon. He had come here for some advice, not sex, but lately it seemed his dumb jock mind was easily distracted.
The men whistled as they watched the young football player step into the tub. "Shit, boy, you got it goin' on!" Da Shawn exclaimed, between grunts as Ken now sucked his mammoth prick in earnest.
Rick reached out and grabbed Dan's built body, pulling toward his own. The contact felt exquisite to the young man.
"Yeah," the red head added, "Hot stuff. Ken, why you been holding out on us?" He pulled Dan into a kiss and the quarterback submitted to the older man's commanding tongue and relished the somewhat unshaven stubble.
The two made out in the tub. Both were getting giddy from the heat and the skin-on-skin contact. Their manmeat rubbed rigid against one another, spreading more wetness across their lower abdomens. Their hands caressed, slapped, pulled and teased each other's bodies. Time went slowly, but both had shot a load recently and neither were in a hurry to do anything but enjoy each other.
At last the man's fingers found Dan's elastic hole and began playing with it, teasing it, widening it out. "You've been fucked already today," Rick said.
"You can say that again," Dan said, and turned his built body around so that his buttcheeks rubbed the slick length of Rick's hard meat. Both men shivered from the sensation.
The pro player didn't care if 100 men had fucked this kid, he was eager to be number 101. Slowly, carefully, he bored his helmet head past the constraining ring and into tight, wet jock paradise.
The two men rutted, slowly but intensely. Then, sure that Dan could take it, Rick thrust harder and faster. He pounded the jock hole backward and forward and Dan was with him every thrust of the way, bucking back, writhing his hips in circular fashion to get deeper penetration. This was just the thing to clear his mind. That bloated cockhead was hitting his prostate like a jackhammer.
They were lost into each other until at one point they heard a cry. Ken was hunched over, his back to DaShawn as he lowered himself back into the running back's lap. He was sweating profusely but determined to take the large shaft up his backside.
Dan marveled as Ken's cock stayed ramrod rigid as he took that monster from behind. Then again, his own prick was like a floppy crowbar pushed up and down from Rick's powerfuck. Ken met Dan's dazed eyes with a smile. "Damn, kid you're a natural. It took me ten years to learn how to take a fuck like that." Gingerly, the man's thick, callused fingers traced lines over his goosebump encrusted chest skin and erect nipples. The contrast between the roughness in back and the seductiveness in front drove the young athlete wild. His lips pressed against Ken's. This was the first time the friends had actually kissed. It may have merely been the sexual energy of the moment, but Dan felt more, much more.
"Ken," he asked. "Who did it? Who broke you in right? Who taught you to take it?"
The pro athlete rolled his eyes back, whether from the intensity of the large black shaft probing his butt or from the question, Dan couldn't say. Ken wondered where the kid got his balls from, how at his age he was such a confident no-nonsense sexual being.
"My agent."
Dan's eyes widened at the mental picture he got. He hiked his ass back against Rick's heaving crotch.
"And let me tell ya," Ken continued. "Lawyers are the best. Don't get me wrong. I like a good hot sweaty fuck from my teammates. As you can see... " he laughed as both men realized they were getting fucked simultaneously. A brief, intense kiss boiled up spontaneously.
"But when you get one of those wound up, take charge lawyers in the sack, man, it's like fucking fireworks. I love how they just crawl on top, mount ya, then fuck away like jack rabbits til they get their nut then they're done with you. Sounds sick, but I guess I like being used."
Dan thought back to his morning jogger and to Mr. Fielding, and knew he felt the same way. "Me too," he chimed in, immediately blushing at the wanton admission but glad he got his inner desire off his chest.
Ken took a second to ascertain whether the young jock was on the level or whether he was just agreeing to what he thought his older athlete wanted to hear. Determining he was telling the truth, he gave the kid a wink and flick of his finger on Dan's tender nipple.
Taking a deep breath Dan arched his back and pushed his ass down against Rick's meaty prod. A deep pain shot through him, but an intense pleasure too, as he now kissed the base of that prize cock with his tender asslips, felt the guy's massive balls nestled against his perineum.
"Jesus Christ, suck that cock into your fucking asshole, kid. You're fucking chewing my dickmeat with those inside butt muscles. Didn't know we had a goddamned powerbottom on our hands, Ken. And here I thought I was gonna have to hold back on the length."
"No way, Rick," Ken teased. "The boy's definitely ready for the big leagues."
"I'll say," the giant ballplayer grunted. He pulled his mighty cock back and thrusted inward again, balling the younger stud with full force. The kid took it gratefully, back nudging against Rick's chest muscle and erect cock. "I bet he could even take Chambers' big kahuna. Why don't we invite him to the lockerroom postgame Sunday? See how many pro guys he can take on."
"I bet he'd give a run for the records, Rick, look at the guy," Ken gestured to the sweaty young muscular form bouncing up and down on his first NFL prick to violate his eager tail. Turning to Dan, he asked, "Would you like that, Dan? An old-fashioned pro-ball gang bang? You as the star?"
The thought appealed to the jock so much he couldn't speak to answer. He just nodded his head fervently as his body went into automatic pilot skewering itself on that pro-jock prick.
"Oh, yeah," Ken added. "My agent will be there too."
That did it. Hot, powerful ropes of teen stud jism pelted Ken's massive front, just at the moment DaShawn's copious jism flooded the pro player's backside. Ken and Rick weren't far behind. When they were done, the whirlpool was cloudy in grayish white manseed.
DaShawn's massive boner was slick and still hard as he extracted it from the tight confines of Ken's beefy ass. "Let's take this show inside boys. I wanna tap that jock boy so bad I can't friggin stand it."
Dan's eyes gleamed as he eased his hunky teen frame off that wanton fuck stick still plowed deep in his butt and eased himself out of the water. These men were a dream come true.
DaShawn and Rick left after another amazing round of fucking, leaving Dan and Ken alone in the pro player's king sized bed, the smell of cum fresh in the air and soaking the sheets. They caressed each other's torsos and made out passionately.
"Ken," Dan started, "I want you to show me the ropes."
"Whaddya mean, kid?"
"Teach me how to be a big stud bottom. It was so hot watching you take DaShawn in that tub, then getting double teamed in here."
Ken chuckled, rubbing Dan's lats in smooth, circular motions. "Well, if I recall correctly, you were matching me thrust for thrust. You're a natural, Dan."
The athlete smiled. To be compared to Ken Campbell was a compliment beyond words. The two men kissed again, tongues dueling, saliva mingling.
Dan hesitated then spoke. "Hell, you probably think I'm just imitating you. But man, over the last year it's like some change has been going on. I'm horny all the time. I just want to have sex... suck dick... get fucked, you know"
"Yeah," Ken laughed, "some of us guys are just like that. We're two peas in a pod, Danny boy. Real bottom buddies."
"What's that?"
"Sometimes two studs are so into each other it hurts, only they're both certified bottoms. So they pair up and share tops."
"Wow. Sounds kinda like me and Brent Henderson. Fuck, today, we double-teamed Mr. Armstrong. That was hot."
"Mr. Anderson?" Ken's eyebrow arched.
Dan related the whole incident, sparing no detail. By the time he was done, Ken was fully rehardened, and leaking like crazy.
"Nothing like sharing, is there?"
Dan smiled. "Nope. What's mine is yours, buddy."
"Same for you. I'm serious Dan, tomorrow I'm gonna call my agent, see if we can set up a double session soon."
"Wow. Really?" He had already formed a mental picture of Ken's agent and was majorly turned on by it.
"Hell, yeah. Then there's Coach Parsons..."
"And I know a guy you're gonna like," Dan added, thinking of Ed Williams. "He's bigger than DaShawn."
The two men continued talking sex and sharing fantasies. Finally, Dan told the older athlete his dilemma about his father. "What would you do, Ken?"
"I dunno. The whole incest thing must weird you out, no?"
"A little. I mean, it's strange to think of my dad in that light. He's my dad, you know. Never in a million years do you think of your dad as being attracted to other guys. And the thought of ruining our relationship scares me. But to be honest..."
"Yeah?"
"I get the biggest hardon thinking about him." Ken looked down and saw that Dan wasn't exaggerating; the kid's hardon was fullsized and recharged. "It's sick but I'm so friggin' turned on by the idea of making it with him."
"Then do it."
"Huh?"
"Just have sex with him. Sounds like you're fearing the unknown more than you are what's happening. You're horny, he's obviously horny. Just relax and have fun."
Dan thought about it and at last exhaled. Ken was right.
"One more question, Ken..."
"Shoot."
"You're not just saying this because bottom buddies share, are ya?"
"Damn straight, I am!" Ken laughed.
Dan rolled on top of his pro athlete friend. With a shove, he lifted the man's meaty legs and scooted in between. "Cool," he hissed. "Cause I wanna see Dad fuck your eyeballs back into your head." His cockhead teased Ken's wet hole. "Ken... any rule against bottom buddies fucking each other?"
He didn't wait for an answer.