Day in the Life of a Town Football Star Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com)
EXPLICIT CONTENT FOR ADULTS ONLY. If sexual fiction describing action between men turns you off read no further.
This chapter's short, guys, but I wanted to keep the tale spinning.
4
Back at school, Dan bumped into Brent Henderson on the way to fifth period. The senior admired his friend's incredible body, now changed back into that tight college T shirt and snug jeans. Brent was no slouch either, with a dedicated jock build, but Dan Reynolds was in a league of his own. He suspected the 6'3" QB already weighed 200 pounds of pure athlete muscle. Brent was a well-built teen jock, Dan was already a man.
Right now, that man had a goofy grin on his face.
"What is it DR?" For some reason Brent and Brent alone called Dan by his initials.
"Just got back from the Kiwanis luncheon."
"Yeah, and?"
"Man, Brent, you wouldn't believe what a pack of horndogs those guys are. Remember spring break last year?" Brent nodded with a glint of lust in his eye. He and Dan had taken on a whole fraternity in a cheap Cancun hotel room. "Well, it was like that. A regular hotel orgy."
"You're shitting me, DR."
"I shit you not, buddy. Even the thought's getting my crank up."
"Man! We got ten minutes before class, guy. Why don't we hit the voc-wing stalls?"
It was their smartest discovery. The vocational students combined fourth and fifth period, so there was never any traffic in the men's room there. Brent and Dan frequently took advantage of the fact to get off a quick load.
Working their way into a far stall they kissed and unzipped. Both boys were hot for it. "Another thing," Dan said as he wrapped his fingers around his friend's cock. "Stoddard wants us to come up to his cabin Saturday."
Brent felt his heart jump. "You going?"
"Sure, why not? Sun, free beer, and sex. What's not to like?"
"Dunno. The guy's so intense. He scares me sometimes."
"I don't remember you being scared last time when you were bouncing up and down on his big ass prick. I had to pull you off that fucker so we could get back and make curfew."
Brent smiled and relaxed. He knew Dan was right; maybe it was his own base desires that scared him. Principal Stoddard had a way of tapping into them.
The two started kissing and Dan began wanking Brent dewslick penis, oblivious to the sound of someone entering the restroom. "Ahem!"
It was Jake Armstrong, a hunky history teacher who all the girls lusted for. "Why do I get the feeling I'm going to be writing you gentleman a pass to fifth period?" The two looked down and saw the teacher's hard prick standing upright from the unzipped khakis.
"All right!" Dan called out latching his ballplaying hands onto Mr. Armstrong's muscular chest and feeling that cock slip between his hairy thighs. The two smiled at each other and met in a kiss. "You like to screw jock ass, Mr. A?" Dan asked, his knuckles tracing the ridge of Jake's pectorals beneath the broadcloth shirt. "You got two grade-A bottoms on your hand."
The history teacher started unbuttoning his shirt, revealing a nice, hairy chest. "If you boys think this is going to get you an A..." he started, stepping out of his trousers. "You're absolutely correct." He smiled broadly as Brent Henderson, as dumb of a lug as they come, earned his grade, backing that beefy butt onto a cock that had never been harder in its 32 years. The dry sphincter clamped shut, then spasmed to open up like a flower in a desert rain.
"Man, Dan, Mr. A's dickin' me dry." Brent tossed his head back, and the thick cords of neck muscle twitched. "Fucking intense! You gotta try it."
"Don't worry, I'm next in line." Dan winked at his hunky teacher, who was moaning loud enough to reverberate off the concrete walls and who was silently thanking his lucky stars.
"You want to see me, sir?" Dan smirked as he saw vice principal Klein stripped to his meaty form and bent over his desk submissively. Dan wasn't sure how a forty-nine year old maintained the spherical bubble ass of a marine recruit, but the proof was in his hands. He stripped, stepping out of his jeans and jock. With a leer, he stuffed the strap into Mr. Klein's salivating mouth and stuffed his cock up the already lubed anus.
The footballer flexed his calves to wedge more cock into the prostrate vice principal. "Don't know if you want it hard and fast or smooth and slow, sir, but you're gonna get a major pounding."
Klein couldn't answer but as Dan Reynolds pistoned his bare cock into the depths of his guts, his hard ex-Marine prick dribbled like crazy onto the report he'd been working on all afternoon.
Dan loved the golf team. They were top players and often made it to State, but they were more laid back than the football team. Most of his teammates thought the golf guys were stuck up pricks, and it was true that they came from well-off families. Hell, it was even true that they were cocky, but they welcomed Dan into their ranks as an honorary brother.
Why wouldn't they, the quarterback thought when on the fourth hole he was going down on Reggie Williams, a 5'10" powerdriver. He was one of Dan's favorites because of the intense, throatcatching loads he shot. Bitter, thick, copious manscum. Reg had four brothers, and Dan had to imagine that the guy's dad, local businessman and politician Edward Williams, had the potency and sex drive to beat his son.
Ryan Parks tapped Williams' shoulder. "Man, Reg, don't wear the guy out. We want some of that."
Reggie laughed. "Wear Dan here out? No way. Coach P has been putting the guy through special conditioning for endurance, hasn't he Dan?"
Dan took the taunting in good humor. "At least he doesn't have a hair trigger," he jibed, turning his attention to Ryan's aching boner.
The three golfers in the cart had their way with the star quarterback, and again before hole 12. They ran into the golf coach, who nodded his head toward an abandoned shack, where Dan followed him, his gait now affected by the multiple fucks he'd gotten that afternoon. The man lowered his khakis and the gridiron jock went to work.
Coach pulled out and shot on the handsome stud's face, slicking it with his hot slime before Dan managed to pounce back onto the sperming spigot. "Yeah, kid, suck my balls dry, you horny football slut."
Both men were smiling when they returned to the links.
As they were wrapping up a round Kevin Malloy invited him over to Reggie's place afterward. Dan told him he had to take his Bronco in to get serviced but that he'd meet them over there afterward. He popped into the country club lockerroom in desperate need for a piss. Maybe he'd even take a shower to wash the scent of cum off his body.
He relieved himself then searched the nearly empty locker room. He grabbed a towel and tossed it on a bench. He started removing his shirt, when he felt two insistent, smooth hands caress his muscle. He about jumped in place, but a deep voice calmed him.
"Sorry to startle ya, son. Just had to admire that muscle. Great build you got."
Dan now had his shirt off, so that his chest was bared to this stranger's touch. The rubbing felt real good. The man was a looker, too; nice, wide smile, dark brown eyes that bore into his. Salt and pepper hair, more brown than gray. Starched dress shirt, blue suspenders, and striped tie. Metal band on his ring finger. Dan judged him to be a businessman getting off work and hitting the course. Probably did anything to keep from going home to the wife and kids.
"You on the golf team?" The fingers now tweaked the appreciative nipples.
"Nah, football." Dan replied, his legs spreading involuntarily. This guy could call the shots and he'd follow orders in a heartbeat. "The guys just let me tag along so I can get some pointers on my golf game."
The guy smiled, his gaze sweeping Dan's exposed torso. His prick surged in his trousers. He liked what he saw. "Damn, boy, I'd be glad to give you some one-on-one lessons."
"Yeah?" Dan croaked. This guy had his number.
"Yeah. Like your grip. Bet you didn't know that most beginners grip the club the wrong way. I could show you how to hold it right." All the time he was talking he lowered his zipper. A full, vascular erection prodded out. Except for the blunt taper of the head, it was perfectly cylindrical. "Why don't you show me your grip?" The man bit his lip to hold back the waves of sexual excitement. Dan gripped, his strong hold surprising the man. The businessman could get used to being manhandled by a high school jock.
"Damn, son, that feels good. Stroke my meat. I've been boning all day. The wife won't put out. Leaves me staring at every goddamned intern in the office. None of them hold a candle to you, though. I thought you were a college guy when I first saw you. Those muscles, and the shirt you were wearing."
"That's my brother's shirt."
The man's boner went rigid in Dan's grasp and discharged its volley of seed onto Dan's hairy chest and stomach.
The suddenness surprised Dan, who reached down and rubbed the freed seed into his torso's pelt. "Fuck man, that's hot. Sperm my bod. One of these days we'll have to teach you some control."
The man pulled his hips back to remove his now sensitive prick from the athlete's grip. "Yeah, stud, I bet you can teach me some lessons, too."
(to be cont.)