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Bedtime for Bledsoe
(by in2jocks@hotmail.com)
New England Patriots quarterback Drew Bledsoe was looking forward to a nice, no-commitments day off as he prepared to leave South Florida to return to the Boston area. The weekend combination of the golf tournament and the uninhibited sex with his jock buddies had allowed him to blow off some steam. It was also one of his last periods of relative freedom before team commitments such as meetings and the after-draft mini-camps would be taking up most of his time.
Calling in for his voicemail messages, Drew's easygoing mood darkened a bit when he heard his agent, Leigh Steinberg, urgently asking him to call. Reaching the superagent (the model for Jerry Maguire) in Newport Beach, Steinberg explained that some of his associates were holding a private training and conditioning camp for players who were draft candidates, helping them to improve their eventual position in the selection order.
Apparently, Leigh's longtime client Warren Moon had a conflict and had to cancel his participation -- could Drew pinch-hit for the one day? Drew hated to give up his free day, but he owed Leigh a favor, and he agreed to do it when Steinberg sweetened the deal by throwing in use of a chartered plane, freeing Drew from having to fly commercial (just being free from the voracious autograph hounds made it worth it).
Drew went to tell his buddies goodbye. First, to Dan and Boomer, who were engrossed in deep discussions about winding up careers and their futures after football. Next, he shook hands with Chris, who was staying around to play more golf with some of his buddies at the PGA National and the Doral Blue Monster.
Lastly, he tracked down Drew Brees and Brian Griese, who were loading their gear into Brian's Range Rover for an impromptu trip down to the Keys for a couple of days of "fishing and other stuff" (Drew knew that the "other stuff" meant that the fish could breath easy, as they boys probably wouldn't be leaving their bedroom often -- overall, though, he was really happy that the two cute hunks had hit it off so well). As the boyish Purdue sophomore finished giving the Patriots hunk an enthusiastic goodbye kiss, Bledsoe smiled and winked at Brian, silently mouthing the words "YOU LUCKY DOG" as Brian nodded back "WHAT CAN I SAY"?
The short hop to Orlando went quickly, the plane barely getting to altitude before beginning its descent. A car was waiting to take Drew to the camp site, a well-equipped junior college facility northwest of the city proper. As he climbed out of the car, he realized that he had neglected to ask Leigh who he'd be working with, but a familiar face near the door gave him a clue as to at least one of the participants.
"Hey, Damon"! Drew offered his hand to Dolphins backup quarterback Damon Huard. The brown-haired jock smiled, pleasantly surprised to see Drew. They'd of course met before, as their teams being in the AFC East, they played twice every season.
"Either you have a great makeup man, or you're NOT Warren Moon."
"Nah, Moon had a conflict so Leigh Steinberg got me to sub for him".
"That Steinberg can be pretty persuasive, huh"?
"Yeah, about $42 million worth, I'd say" both jocks laughing over the agent's well-deserved reputation for obtaining maximum contracts for his clients.
"Is your brother one of the camp participants?
"He sure is. I originally came just to drive him up and to watch, but the staff asked me to help out -- I've been throwing patterns to Tory Holt and the other receivers."
"This is supposed to be one of the best camps, too. Last time I talked to Chris Mortensen, he told me that Cade McNown spent three days here and that they took seven tenths off of his 40- time".
"Yeah, I heard that -- after the Rose Bowl he was projecting as a mid-second rounder, now they're saying first twenty. That's why Brock's here -- mostly throwing motion work and other mechanics.
"You ready to go in"?
"Let's do it".
After meeting the staff and changing into workout gear, Drew discovered that in addition to Brock, he'd be working with Scott Covington from the Miami Hurricanes and with Duante Culpepper from Central Florida.
The staff dove right in, and the hours flew by as the players were moved through a varied rotation of drills, film breakdowns and examinations. As Damon had stated, Brock's program concentrated on his mechanics, trying to work out a slight telegraphing of his arm position as he set up to throw.
With Covington, the concentration was more all-around, covering the gamut of drills. With Culpepper, clearly the most gifted athlete in the group, the need was to make the Division 1-AA star more aware of the huge differences he'd be facing when he lined up against NFL-caliber defenses. Drew concentrated on familiarizing the talented first-round prospect with how to read different defensive sets.
Things broke up about 7:00 p.m. The regular staff had to get ready for the next group coming in the next day, so the guys left to clean up and to head out to get dinner. Because his family lived so close, Duante excused himself as he had made plans to meet them for dinner, leaving the other four hungry jocks to head for the steakhouse down the road.
Drew was enjoying the meal, both the conversation and the high quality of the prime ribeye steak that the waitress had just delivered. He was savoring the flavor when he felt something funny under the table -- at first he wasn't sure, but a repeat motion confirmed it -- one of the guys was playing "footsie" with him!
He looked at the others -- at first all were poker-faced, but finally Damon showed the slightest hint of an evil smile. Drew gave back in turn, causing Damon to push back and smile. Next, Damon made contact with Scott's leg - with bad timing as Scott had just taken a sip of water -- he sprayed a bit out and coughed a few times, but inside he was very happy as he realized that these studs were silently checking him out, obviously testing to see if he was interested in messing around (he sure as hell was)!
No one asked for dessert -- they just wanted to get out of there and back to the hotel for some uninhibited jock action! In the parking lot, everyone except Damon (who'd not had any drinks since he knew he'd be driving) got into the back seat. As soon as they were under way, all four zippers were down and four big stud weiners were hanging out and being stroked.
In the back seat, Drew grabbed hold of Scott's big fucktool, as Brock reached over to feel his own huge boner. "Is it as big as Damon told me it is"?
"Well, I hope so", Drew smiled, secretly pleased that the Dolphins player had indeed checked him out. "Go ahead, buddy, it's all yours".
Scott, directly behind Damon, reached up to massaged his shoulders through his shirt. He said to him in a low voice "man, Damon, I can't wait to taste that fuckin' pole - it looks really hot"!
"I want yours too, bud; let's 69 all night, I want to wake up with your fat pole on my lips".
"Man, you sure must have a wet one, Damon -- I can hear the pre- cum sloshing on your dick from here, dude"!
"Want a free sample"?
"Fuck Yeah!" Scott whispered, his green eyes fixed on Damon's hand, picking up lots of the jock lube on his fingers, then moving his hand back over his right shoulder, close enough to put his fingers into Scott's open, waiting mouth. The Hurricanes star closed his eyes as he savored the incredibly rich taste of the NFL jock's sticky sex cream.
"Look at this, Scott -- Brock leaks just like his brother -- like a fuckin' fountain" Drew exclaimed. He quickly found a different use for the Brock-juice - Drew moved up so that the blond boy's dick made contact with his own huge head, and by rubbing gently, he coaxed so much jizzy precum out of Brock that Drew's oversized helmet-head was completely coated with the blond quarterback's creamy sex goo.
Frustrated in that he needed to pay attention to the dimly-lit road, Damon could only glance in the mirror for a second or two at a time, but thankfully they arrived at the hotel soon thereafter. All of the boys had to pack their stiff boners into their pants for the short walk from the parking lot to the detached duplex-style units.
As soon as the door to Brock's and Damon's suite was locked and the drapes pulled, the four quarterback studs got naked. They all stood there in a tight circle, all of them well over six feet tall, and all of them sporting major erections. Then formed a tight circle, each draping arms around the broad shoulders of the guy next to him. With just an occasional "oh-yeah" moan, they didn't speak, lost in lustful admiration of each other's magnificent tanned bodies. Four incredibly sexy athletes, mesmerized with jock desire, made their jock erections move up and down, smiling as they looked to see who could make their boner bounce up and down the most without touching it. After a few moments of this fun, it was Brock who spoke:
"C'mon, Damon, let's show Drew and Scott that incest is best"!
"You got it, bro -- feed me that blond shaft, now"!
Drew and Scott looked on with increasing lust as they watched the two incredibly sexy brothers turn and begin to 69. The siblings were getting off big-time on having Drew and Scott watch their expert work on each other's huge jockdicks. Because they'd blown each other so many times, they knew exactly what the other liked to have done to his dick. Drew and Scott marveled as they realized that the brothers were going to cum at the exact same time, each pumping a huge amount of pent-up jock sperm into his bro's wide-open hungry jock mouth.
They were even more pleasantly surprised a moment later as they watched Damon and Brock get up, mouths still closed, and approach the two QBs. Brock knelt in front of Drew and Damon in front of Scott, and each of the Huard brothers opened his mouth and reached for the erect pole of the studly jock in front of him. Brock and Damon then let the white semen flow out of their mouths, completely coating their partner's rock-hard shafts with the jock blow they had just finished sucking. Drew and Scott let the brothers do their sexy work, reaching out to hold hands in a string masculine grip as their dicks got coated.
"When we get fucked together", Damon spoke, "we like to have the studs fucking us use our brother's jizz as his lube. So Scott, I want you to fuck me with Brock's sperm coating your big dick".
"And Drew, you plow me with Damon's wad all over your huge pole".
Scott and Drew looked at each other with wide smiles, saying at almost the exact time "COOL"!
Wasting no time, Damon and Brock lay back on the bed, their powerful jock legs up in the air, then resting solid calves and ankles on their athletic partner's wide shoulders as the two big studs moved into position.
Drew's gaze moved over to his right, where Scott had just put his huge dickhead against Damon's hairless spinchter (Drew noted that hairless puckers ran in the Huard family). Brock turned to watch the studly Canes quarterback start to push his big, sperm-coated dick into his brother's hole.
Brock's 20-year old rectal walls were very moist, his sexual fervor generating lots of assjuice to wet down Drew's superfat assbuster. Scott was getting an equally wet ride, his own thick cock driving ever deeper into the older brown-haired stud's Dolphin bowels.
Turning to the side again, Brock watched with fascination as Scott's pace picked up. He shouted out "Do it, Scott, c'mon man, shove it in to him HARD, my bro' likes it rough"!
Damon turned to face his sibling in the eye, calling out "Isn't this fuckin' hot, bro, these two big jocks plowing our holes".
"Sure is, Damon, fucking the BEST laying here next to you taking these big jock poles up our holes"!
"Fuck my brother with that big cock, Drew -- cmon' Scott, you too -- both of you drill us as hard as you can -- both of you, fuck us with all you guys got"!
The lust-consumed stud loved the feel of the tall Patriot superstar's pelvic thrusts, feeling his muscular glutes contract with each of the Patriot star's forward movements. Drew in turn was loving the feeling of this totally hot blond boy's rectum -- and was also loving the fact that right next to him his buddy Scott was laying jock pipe into Brock's equally sexy brother.
Drew couldn't hold back -- he plunged in a final time and left it in there, his long 10-incher totally balls-deep inside Brock's incredibly tight anus. Big volleys of NFL quarterback juice flowed out of his dick deep into the future pro's hot rectal sheath.
"SHOOT IN US -- NOW"! Brock shouted as his throbbing pole sprayed out his second load of the night. Damon, realizing that his brother had reached orgasm, began to lose it as well, shooting big gobs of Dolphin studjam all over the place.
As he ejaculated, Damon's hot pucker went into a crazy spasm around the Hurricane grad's driving muscleboy pole. This caused Scott's huge wad of college-jock fuckblow to begin to rocket deep into the brown-haired brother's jock anus, the sheer force of the semen spray driving the stud batter into the deepest part of Damon's jock bowels.
The boys were wiped out -- the football work and the sexual gymnastics had combined to tire even these superbly-conditioned athletes out, and they crashed for the night.
When Drew woke up , he found a note next to his pillow -- "Drew -- I'm a real deep sleeper -- whatever you do, wake me up when you get up".
Drew looked over and saw the beautiful jock, breathing deeply and contentedly, his cute face turned so that his sexy sideburns were fully exposed. Drew almost hated to disturb him, but the note was, well, the note.
"Hey sleepyhead . . . "
"N- No, mom, its Saturday, no school . . . ."
Drew smiled at the groggy dreamer … "wake up right now or its free-agency for you, boy" he said in a mock-angry voice.
Scott was momentarily startled, but then realized where he was, and that the person next to him was definitely NOT his mother (after all, moms don't usually come equipped with ten-inch penises)!
"You found my note -- good".
"You could've slept in dude -- aren't you driving back to Miami with Damon and Brock"? They're not leaving until a lot later.
"Yeah, but you and I didn't get to fuck last night, and I'd kill myself if I didn't take this chance to offer you my ass -- if you want it, that is".
"Fuck yeah I want it -- it's a real fine ass, Scott-man".
"So, how about a shower -- I've been practicing dropping the soap".
"Oh yeah? So what am I gonna see when you bend down to pick it up"?
"I'm gonna flash you some hot jock male snatch , big stud -- a nice hairy SoCal hole that's been itching for your giant rammer to show it a good time".
"So why are we sitting here talking"?
Drew ended up dumping three big loads of jockblow into the sexy Californian's hairy hole before they left for Boston. As the plane headed north, Drew made a note to himself to send Leigh Steinberg a real nice thank-you gift.
(end)