Day in the Life of a Town Football Star Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com)
Thanks to reader Clifford for suggesting the plotline for this episode.
Ch. 5
It was a slow afternoon when Dan wheeled his Bronco into the lot of the local Ford dealership. Markham Brothers Ford was a family business run by two brothers in their 30s who had both been star players on the Eastman High team. Dave Markham had gone off to State and majored in business administration. When his varsity playing didn't parlay into a pro career, he decided to come back to his hometown and start up business for his own. His younger brother Lane had never gone off to college, instead pursuing his vo-tech knowledge of car repair. Dave's big idea was that a car dealership could trade on their reputation from their athletic days. And so far they were successful and good at what they did.
"Hello, sir," Dan greeted Lane as he gestured to the car pulled up to the mechanic's bay. "I'd called to see about a checkup on the Bronco. She's running pretty good, but it's been 30,000 since the last check up, and well..."
Lane crawled out of the crouch position he had beneath the hydrolic lift. He was a tall man, taller than Dan, with a fit but imposing build. Wearing a green-gray jumpsuit zipped halfway up the front, his rockhard musculature showed through where the neck parted. Dan could make out the wispy tufts of blond hair and imagined what it would be like to lick the circumference of that bullneck.
He snapped out of his mini-fantasy as Lane answered. "Sure thing. You're a rare breed, I can tell?"
Dan furrowed his eyebrow in miscomprehension. "Rare? How, man?"
Lane laughed and slapped the athlete's shoulder in a jocular gesture. "Not often we find guys who take care of their engines. It kind of makes us happy. By the way, I'm Lane, Lane Markham."
"I know. Captain '98 season, 42 yards a game average rushing. Please to meet you, sir."
Lane smiled and shook Dan's hand. "Why don't you hang out in the showroom while I give this baby an oil change and tune up? Slow day here, so it'll be thirty, forty minutes tops. It's air-conditioned in there, and maybe my brother Dave can keep you entertained with the new models."
Dan wanted to stay with the mechanic, to watch that ass flex and hamstrings bunch beneath the twill-polyester suit. He wanted to take that shiny front zipper in his teeth and pull it down...
Jeez! It was like he hadn't gotten laid in weeks. Dan sauntered around the side of the building to the glass-encased showroom. Lane Markham wasn't kidding, the place was cold as a meat locker. Dan shivered and felt goosebumps crawl up his skin. He wished he was wearing more than his flimsy T-shirt. He was about to step back outside when he saw a wonderful sight. Dave Markham was one incredibly hot man. Well-groomed, masculine, and imposing even at 5'11". Not even the starched white dress shirt, pleated navy wool slacks, and car-salesman striped tie could hide a body that had seen its days of college varsity play and years of maintenance at the local health club. Dan tried not to be obvious in his stares, but as he circled the newest models parked on the floor, he felt his heart pump as he surreptitiously nursed his erect cock poking proud in his jeans.
Dan about froze as Dave finished with a customer and noticed him. "Hi, sir, can I help you... wait you're Dan Reynolds aren't you? Eastman High starter? 86 completions this season? Lowest interception rate since 1971 season? Man, it's an honor to have you here."
Dan couldn't help but smile as the older sexy man gripped his palm in his own rugged clasp and shook hands a little too hard, a little too long. This guy was the walking clich‚ of a car salesman, a little too polished, the tanning bed tan showing a little too much for October, the designer cologne just a little too strong... he was slick, all right, and it turned Dan on majorly. He caught his breath as he tried to fend off Dave's questions and compliments.
"Let me show you me and my brother's trophy room, in the back office. It's slow here in the showroom anyway." Dan admired Dave's backside as much as the front. The bulk was perfectly proportioned and the full, meaty ass filled the suitpants admirably.
Dan stood rapt in attention as Dave regaled him with stories from the Eastman High team's storied past. Dave had gone on with his life but clearly relished his glory years on the team. The man's dark brown eyes matched the intense dark looks. The younger athlete felt the stirrings of horniness again standing next to this handsome manicured businessman. Fuck - how much sex could he crave in one day?
He was gonna test his limits today, for sure.
"Here's Lane at the Jefferson City game. He's the real athletic talent in the family, you know. Would have gone to college and made it to the pros, too, if it hadn't been for that leg injury his senior year."
Dave paused and turned to assess Dan's body. "You better take care of yourself too, Dan. You want to keep that fine body of yours in top playing condition."
Without asking or hesitating, Dave reached out and molded his thick hands to Dan's torso muscle, rubbing the bulging shoulders, chest, and arms. The quarterback's pulse quicken. He didn't know what to say. Sure it seemed like a come on, but he couldn't be sure. Dan just shuffled slightly toward Dave's hands. They felt good, after all.
That was the sign Dave was looking for. He tugged on the white T- Shirt and lifted it up and over Dan's head. "Damn, kid, you got an incredible body."
Hands latched onto Dan's hairy chest and Dave's hungry, wet mouth latched onto his own.
"Yeah," Dave breathed. You young players are walking horndogs. I saw that hardon trapped in your jeans and I knew I had to try making it with you."
"I'm glad you made the move." Dan said, tracing his fingers along Dave's powerful front. "You're really hot." At last the QB's wandering hand found the erect dick poking forth in the older man's trousers.
"Yeah? What does our star athlete like to do when he gets with a really hot guy?"
"Do? I like pretty much anything. But the thing I like the most is when men like you fuck me."
Dave smiled and stepped back. His hands gripped Dan's jeans and unsnapped them, pulling open the fly. "Nice hairy crotch. Big dick, too. Jesus, kid do you have any flaw?"
"Coach says my lats need more work."
"Your coach is full of shit," Dave laughed as he pulled out a wool blanket and tossed it on the cement floor. "Down on all fours, bud. I wanna mount you like a dog in heat."
"Yessir."
The athlete felt humiliated, cold, and excited. He shivered as he felt Dave kneel behind him, felt the heat and soft downy crotch hair against his ass. Felt the turgid dry cock now pointing from his pants. He braced forward with locked arms as first one then two cold fingers probed his rectum with lubricant.
"I thought your brother gave the lube jobs around here," Dan joked to keep his mind off the frigid digital intrusion.
"Lane? Out in the shop maybe. Otherwise my bro's 100 percent certified bottom. Shit, the guy loves to get fucked more than anyone I've met before."
Dan guessed that Dave spoke from first hand experience. "You've not seen me in action."
"No kid, I haven't. Til now." With that, Dave raised his hips up and nudged his round cockhead at the treasured entrance to Dan's manhood. With the full power of his quads and glutes, he pushed forth, spearing the puckered rose open to full bloom. In popped his dick, and the master cock pushed into a new warm, moist home.
"Goddamnit, Dan. You got a prime superb ass. Meant for fucking."
"So I've been told. Give me just a second. Then fuck me."
The car salesman did as he was instructed, and did it well. Fucking was Dave Markham's favorite activity and he knew how to do it well. Dan writhed and moaned and clenched at the blanket as that thick, wonderful prick did a number on his thrust-up ass.
The intensity picked up, and the older man leaned forward and gripped Dan's wrists, pinning them to the floor as the men screwed. They mated like animals now, Dave's chest firm against Dan's back, his cock drilling deep and hard, his teeth gnawing just below Dan's fresh haircut. This was how he liked to fuck.
He didn't last long. In mid thrust his nuts churned and Dan's insides received a major basting. The athlete had long since given up on guessing the biggest load, but Markham's was a nice one.
When Dave pulled out, Dan turned over, hard and still horny. He looked up in admiration for his fucker. The man's prick was still turgid though he'd just shot.
"Fuck me again," Dan ordered and spread his legs up and wide.
Dave saw the hairy trench and the oozing jizz and crawled right back in place.
Dan's eyes rolled back in his head as the new angle gave deeper, M\more angled penetration. It felt fantastic. He could barely hear Dave speaking to him, encouraging him, telling him to let loose with his load. He just felt the full and total possession by this men. Felt the intensity of hard pistoning cock in the tightness of his butt, an intensity that left little room in his young brain for anything else. He barely even registered his own orgasm. It was experienced more than felt. The clenching contractions in his anus and perineum, the quick slight burn in his urethra, the wet warm shower of jock seed his dick was spraying all over his own torso.
To top it off, Dave withdrew, and his load, a second intense volley of cream, rained down to join his own. It splashed and warmed his body and burned his eyes and felt magnificent.
Dan was lightheaded as he walked back into the mechanic's shop.
Lane stood up and shut the hood. He was about to tell him that the Bronco was all done and in tip-top shape, only he saw a familiar, freshly fucked look in the young QB's eyes. He guessed the rest.
Absently, Dan rubbed the cum-soaked T-shirt against his hairy chest muscle. "Your brother gave me specific instructions. I need a wrench and a jar of grease.
Lane smiled big. He gestured to the workbench next to Dan, then he unzipped his overalls and bent over the table beside him. His ass cheeks parted and revealed a smooth crack with a hungry, puckering hole.
"Damn, stud, I think you got me beat," Dan muttered as he stepped up and placed the greased, cold rounded end of the metal wrench square in the middle of the ex-player's trench til it nestled on top of the sphincter. Then he watched at that hot hole opened up and swallowed the tip.
Dan was making one more stop before heading to Reg's. The gravel road turned up dust as Dan's Bronco drove up. Dunc McPherson, a regulation-fit and movie-star handsome cop was doing his overtime supervising the construction of a new industrial park complex. A big fat smile crossed his face as he took in the sight of the town football star sauntering toward him.
"Hey buddy boy! To what do we owe the visit?"
Dan gave the officer a playful punch on the shoulder. "Cut it out Dunc. I was here Tuesday. You know what I'm here for."
Officer McPherson grinned. "The boys are just winding up. Kyle's out back at the materials shed."
Dan started off, then looked back. "You comin, Dunc?"
The policeman groped his crotch and felt a rumble of desire in his belly, which he was sure came out as a groan. "Yeah, kid. I'll join in a minute. Let them warm ya up."
"All right, man."
Lyle Roark was the contracting supervisor for the sight. At 5'10" and 175 pounds, the sandy haired stud carried an air of quiet authority and competence which made the burly construction men on the site respect him and follow his orders. Lyle always delivered his buildings on time thanks to his men's dedication.
The man always turned Dan on and today was no exception. He wore his uniform of a gray polo knit shirt and khakis, with workboots. When he saw Dan, he put down his plans and started peeling off his shirt. "Hey men! We got a visitor."
The men cheered. Since they were finishing up for the day, the put down their tools and left their equipment.
Lyle led the men into the cramped trailer. The heat and sweat of the men soon filled the small space, and the air conditioner was working over time. Dan shuddered in anticipation. He figured coyness was no virtue here and started stripping. The men watched appreciatively. The young man was pure perfection and a sight for sore eyes at the end of a long day.
"Who's gets rearguard duty, Roark?" one of the men laughed.
"We're drawing like we always do." Lyle pulled out a makeshift metal box topped with wire mesh. Various nails were inserted and as the box got passed around, the men drew nails. The longest was picked by a medium-short, barrel chested man in his 40s, with balding black hair and Italian features.
"DeCappelli it is, then."
The man beamed in happiness. It was his first time to win. Then, as he pulled off his white T shirt and exposed his massive, burly chest, a look of concern crossed his face. He turned to Dan, who was crawling up face down on a drawing table. "You OK with this, kid?"
Dan was good friends with Ken DeCappelli, the construction worker's son. He couldn't count how many sleep overs and family dinners he'd had at the house of the man who was now stipping in front of him. Sure, Mike DeCappelli had been around in his previous visits to the construction site, but no line had been crossed. At least til now.
"It's OK, sir. I mean, it's more than OK. I've been wanting this for some time now."
Mike sucked in a deep breath of air. This may be wrong, but he wanted
"You sure? Sleepovers at our place might be the same if we do this."
"They'll be better, sir." Dan said before diving onto Mike's erect meat. The uncut prick was nice, thick and juicy, and Dan licked and slurped and nibbled at the flaps of foreskin.
The construction worker tossed his head back and enjoyed the spit shine. He had to force himself to extract his cock. He wanted his prize. One of his fellow workers gripped his shaft and greased it up. Slowly, Mike crawled on top of Dan's supine young body and wedged his cock into the tight, perfect crack.
"Oh, Christ almighty," he grumbled as he penetrated, feeling a hole that, unbeknownst to him, a car salesman had loosened up and seeded not a half hour ago. "Dan, son, this is every thing I'd dreamed it would be."
The athlete was enjoying the burly man's thickness, his weight, and his brutish but hesitant strokes. "Me, too, sir."
As Mike began to screw the kid's ass, one after another of the men stepped up to get blown. After a long day, they didn't take long to shoot. DeCappelli blew early, too, only he wasn't about to step down from his perfect fuck-throne. His prick was sensitive but he kept thursting away.
When Lyle stepped up and plugged Dan's mouth, Mike groaned. "Oh boss, I think the kid's gonna blow."
"Yeah," Lyle grunted. "He loves sucking my hog."
Salty, hot juice filled Dan's mouth as his ass bucked up and his prick let loose with its own orgasm.
Dan and Lyle Roark were alone in the office shower. Lazily they made out and soaped each other, running their hands smoothly along tired muscle.
"Damn, boy, why have we not had a little one-on-one time?"
Dan's hands gripped Lyle's massive hardon. His fingers traced the veins and ridges along the length. "Man, ever since you shacked up with Rich Perrin, you haven't called me." Rich was a 24 year old and extremely attractive advertising assistant.
Lyle looked nodded. "True, buddy. Rich needs me. He's discovering himself. And I'm around to show him the ropes."
The two clenched, muscular body against muscular body. "But don't worry, Dan. You're a better fuck."
"Yeah?"
The men kissed.
"Hell, yeah."
The quarterback wriggled out of Lyle's heavy grip and turned around. His round rump made the construction supervisor salivate. "Show me you mean it, Roark," Dan teased and flexed his melon-shaped ass cheeks.
Lyle's cock was rigid and ready. He boned his way into pure Bliss. "Hang on, bud, and get ready for a real ride. You may even make me forget Perrin."
(to be cont.)