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Chapter Ten Author's note: I have taken creative license with regard to the time frames of actualevents and situations depicted here in.
London'sHeathrow Airport;
David Beckham cast Troy Aikman abroad sexy grin as their eyes met across the crowded arrival terminal. The minute Beckham caught sight of Aikman,Craig's hot fuck seemed insignificant to the man he really wanted.
The two men strode across theterminal and met halfway in a warm masculine clasp. Despite the curious glances of on lookers,the two men clung warmly to one another and roughly slapped the other on theback.
"Glad you made it," Becks greeted.
"Glad to be here," Aikman grinned inresponse.
"My car is waiting out front," Becksexplained as Aikman flung his back over one shoulder and the two men strodethrough the crowd toward the main entryway.
Becks cast a brief glance at DanielCraig standing off to one side of the terminal "How was the flight?"
"Pretty good," Aikman nodded, notingCraig as well. "But I'm just glad to behere now."
"Yeah," Becks cast Aikman aquestioning grin.
"Yeah," Aikman nodded.
Becks shivered as he felt Aikman'shand resting upon his shoulder slide down along his spine to rest at his waist.
"Yeah," Aikman affirmed as heslipped his fingers beneath the material of Becks denim waist band and rest hisfingers possessively upon the slopes of Becks hard sexy bubble arse.
Becks inhaled sharply at the visionof Aikman's hard cock plugging his arse full. "Yeah," he almost purred as Aikman's finger tips gently massaged theflesh of his arse.
The two men stepped out through theautomatic doors in complete bliss of one another while Daniel Craig irritablypaced the terminal.
He was speaking tosomeone on his cell phone.
"Damn it Wes," a call from his agenthad been the last thing Craig had expected upon his return to London. "My plane damn near just landed."
"Sorry Daniel," Wes spoke throughthe line. "But it's imperative that yoube there for the casting."
"Shite!" Craig bit out harshly. "Why the hell didn't they let me know when Iwas in New York?"
"Can't say Daniel," Wes replied. "But you need to be in Mexico immediately."
"Why the hell do they need me?"Craig inhaled sharply.
He'd planned onhooking up with Rupert Everett tonight. After fucking Beckham he was hornier than ever. Everett was always too willing to offer up hisass for a hard fuck.
"They need to ensure you havechemistry with whomever they chose as your next Bond girl." Wes explained what Craig already knew. This next Bond film was casting almostentirely with Mexican actors and actresses.
"Fine," Craig offered with disturbedresignation, "fine Wes. I'll be on thenext flight out, ok?"
"Great Daniel," Wes enthused. "Call me the minute you get in, ok?"
Craig sighed, "right."
Craig switched off his cell andwalked to one of the ticket terminals with a roll of his eyes.
NewYork City;AHotel across from Radio City Music Hall.
Howie Long and his son Chris Longwere seated in a secluded corner table within the Hotel bar. Father and son had already consumed severalbeers since the conclusion of the NFL draft picks. The rest of the family had already retired totheir suites but Howie and Chris were too revved up.
"Damn dad," Chris enthused toyingwith the brown bottle resting a top the table before him. "I can't believe it. I'm with the Rams!"
Howie chuckled. "You did me proud son." Howie lifted his own bottle and sipped somebeer. "The rams," he chuckled. "That Scott Linehan fucks like one." He chuckled again. "It's no wonder he ended up their coach."
"Yeah?" Chris offered curiously.
"You better watch out son," Howiewarned in humor.
"I'm sure he'll wantto tap your humpy ass."
"He ever fuck you?" Chris askedinnocently.
"Shit no," Howie scoffed. "The fuckers got a cock thicker than a beercan."
Chris shifted in his seat.
"Think you can handle thatson?" Howie knew his son's asswell. They'd been fucking around sinceChris was a sophomore in high school. Howie was no pencil dick but he knew enough to know a monster cock whenhe saw one.
"I don't know dad." Chris answeredtruthfully. "It's been a while since Ibottomed." His father hadn't fucked himin quite a while and truth be told, Chris wanted it from his dad as often aspossible.
"Yeah," Howie cast his hunky son anintense look. "Need a bit of practice?"
"Yeah dad," Chris offeredeagerly. "I've missed your hot cockplowing my ass."
Howie grinned "Yeah?"
"Yeah," Chris reached under thetable and squeezed his dad's stirring crotch.
"Well," Howie rose from the tableabruptly, "let's get that humpy ass of yours up to your room so I can break myboi back in."
Chris nodded enthusiastically, "yougot it dad."
As father and son made their waythrough the bar to the lobby, Howie couldn't help but give Chris a swat on theass. He'd really missed fucking hisboi. No time like the present for makingup for lost time. London;
As David Beckham's hired driver madehis way through the city, the two men in the secluded back couldn't keep theirhands off of one another. Aikman wassprawled back in his seat with his shirt unbuttoned and his pants down aroundhis ankles as the equally nude Beckham devoured Aikman's bare chest and torsowith his hands lips and tongue.
Aikman chuckled as Beckham's lipslatched on to one of his stubby nipples and chewed and suckled against the nub. He lifted one muscled arm and mashedBeckham's face against his hard pec.
"Yeah baby," he cajoledBeckham responded by humming and sliding his lipsacross the massive mounds of pectoral muscles on to the opposite erase likenip. Aikman tugged his fingers throughBeckham's blonde locks.
"Ooooo yeahhh baby," Aikman murmured in appreciationof the lip service.Beckham twisted his face toward the exposed pit ofAikman's raised arm and sniffed at the lightly hairy musky pit. Aikman lifted his arm higher and Beckhamkissed and licked at the sweat pit."Hungry boy," Aikman sneered in humor.Beckham wiggled about on the seat and straddledAikman's thick tree trunk hips. Theweight of his body pressed Aikman back into the plush seat. Beckham's hungry mouth moved up alongAikman's shoulder blade to the strong column of his throat. In response to the licks and kisses, Aikmanran his large hands down along Beckham's spine to rub and knead againstBeckham's hot muscular ass. Beckhampushed his arse back against the rough possessive man handling."Missed this hot ass," Aikman hissed beforeBeckham's lips traveled up along his jaw line. "Hot soccer pussy," Aikman crooned just as Beckham clamped his fullsensuous lips against Aikman's.Aikman's kiss was fierce and rough as he forcedBeckham's lips to part and his hot tongue thrust within. Beckham whimpered and wiggled upon Aikman inresponse. Aikman stroked his tongueagainst Beckham's thrusting tongue as he worked his hands low to his beltbuckle and zipper. Beckham followedsuite running his own hands down low to help Aikman release his hard cock. Beckham gripped the monster cock by the basewithout lifting his lips from Aikman's.Their breathing was heavy and ragged as their lipssee-sawed against the other in a ravenous rhythm. Beckham shifted his hips a bit higher andreached around to line Aikman's cock against his ass crack. Working his hips he forced the cock head intohis hot hungry chute. A rush of breathsprayed Beckham's throat as Aikman sighed at the abrupt sensualpenetration. Beckham chuckled low in his throat as Aikman beganto thrust his hips upward and the thick US cock jack hammered his tightass. Beckham's million dollar arsebounced eagerly upon the thrusting cock his knees squashing against the back ofthe seat. Beckham's hard cock was mashedbetween their two athletic ripped stomachs, leaking precum all over Aikman'sshirt.Beckham ground his hips back against Aikman'sthrusts. Aikman used his large masculinehands to spread Beckham's butt cheeks wider. Beckham's ass lips stretched and slithered down and around the thick manshaft. Beckham moaned and purred like ababy as his hot ass was bored by the NFL stud!"You've been wanting this," Aikman huffed betweenheavy upward thrusts. "Tell me how muchyou want this baby!""I want it. Iwant it. I want it," Beckham gasped ashe twisted and tightened his arse around Aikman's thick NFL cock. Beckham bounced atop Aikman's hips, digginghis fingers into Aikman's shoulder blades. His pre-cum drizzled between them clinging and dampening Aikman'sexpensive polo.Aikman didn't care. All that he could think of was Beckham's hot chute twisted around histhrobbing shaft.Their eyes locked and Beckham whimpered as Aikmanthrust upwards, deeper. Aikman liftedone large muscular arm and clasped Beckman's neck bringing their lips togetherin a smashing hungry kiss. Their lipsstroked and tangled with one another as Beckham bounced upon Aikman's bonermore rapidly. Both men were sweating profusely."Mmmmmmm," Beckham hummed against Aikman'ssee-sawing lips. Then Beckham whimperedsome more. Aikman was piston fucking Beckham's tight arse. Hecould feel his balls boiling as his orgasm was getting closer. Beckham's own low hanging nuts were equallyon fire. His pre-cum drizzled and clungbetween their muscular ripped stomachs. Aikman abruptly pulled his lips from Beckham's as he felt his ballstighten."I'm gonna cum baby," he rasped."Fill me up babe," Beckham panted. "Feed my tight arse."Aikman's dick pulsed. His balls twisted and the cap of his bonerbloated as ropes of cum spilled from his piss slit deep within Aikman's guts."Fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk," Aikman rasped as his bodytensed at the orgasm."Yeah baby yeah," Beckham gushed throwing his headback. He could feel the warm seed drenchhis chute and tightened his rectum to hold it all in. "Breed my arse," he huffed.Beckham's own cock twitched and rose between theirmashed rippling abs. His balls tightenedalmost painfully as he let loose. "Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," he grunted as his piss slit expelled aflood of sticky spoog that dampened both of their stomachs.Beckham lowered his head and mashed his lips againstAikman's. Both men were panting as eachfelt the last drops of cum wrenched from their cocks. Beckham whimpered when Aikman pulled his lipsaway and chuckled."God that was so good baby," Beckham gushed."Damn right," Aikman offered up arrogantly. He chuckled again more conscious of the jizzcoating his polo. "Looks like a visit tothe dry cleaners is necessary before I take that hot ass again."Beckham chuckled, "fuck the dry cleaners."
NewYork CityAHotel Across from Radio City Music Hall
Howie Long had his son Chris pressedagainst the wall of the elevator as it carried the father/son jock pair up tothe floor of their hotel room. The twowere in New York for the NFL draft picks but at the moment the only event theywere concerned with was father Howie frigging son Chris's hot jock ass with thelarge hand shoved down the back of Chris's slacks. Chris bit his lower lip as Howie jabbed twothick fingers deep within Chris' hot college boy ass.
Howie chuckled as his son pressedthe palms of his hands flat against the elevator wall and thrust his humpy assback against his hand. Finger fuckinghis boy was pale in comparison to the boner that tented his own slacks eager tofuck his boy's ass! Chris pounded hishands against the elevator wall as his father's fingers dug deeper within histight chute.
"Fuck dad," Chris wheezed.
"Fuck is right," Howie growled asthe elevator halted and the doors slid open to their floor.
Howie wasted no time propelling hisson off the elevator, down the hall toward their suite-his thick daddy fingersstill deep within his boy's clenching rectum. No sooner were father and son within the hotel suite when Howie pushedhis boy roughly toward the bed.
"Strip," he barked as his lifted hisnow free hand to his nose and smelled the sharp boy pussy musk from hisfingers.
Chris' hot ass felt empty withouthis father's thick digits but he quickly shucked his clothes knowing that hewas about to be stuffed full of something even better.
Miami,Florida;Tim Tebowand Brady Quinn were sprawled out casually together upon the leather sofa ofQuinn's hotel suite watching a replay of the recent Super Bowl on the bigscreen TV. The Football studs were dressed loosely in ribbed wife beaters andnylon running shorts; the garments barely concealing their NFL buffed bods. Twodiscarded brown ale bottles rested forgotten upon the sleek black coffee tablebetween them and the TV, their eyes glued to the game emblazoned upon thescreen.As thevoice over announcer indicated the break for half time, Tebow stretched hispowerful muscled arms upward, hiking the ribbed top up to expose his chiseledabs. "Dude," hemurmured to Quinn, "can you replay that last pass?"Quinnnodded and rose from the sofa to walk around the table to the TV and scoop upthe remote from the top of the electronic piece.Tim Tebowwatched his new friend fluidly move across the room absently. Tebow wasnotorious for his uptight conservative image but deep down wrestled with theusual college male pursuits and interests. Hell, he threw a boner at theslightest attractive sorority babe despite the promise ring he boasted upon onethick finger indicating his high school sweetheart.Tebow'seyes registered the way Quinn's shorts hugged his tight muscled ass and no shitif Tebow didn't start to throw a boner that moment!"Nice," Tebowmurmured in appreciation, catching Quinn's attention from the screen.Quinnglanced back over one shoulder to give a wry grin to his buddy sprawled out onthe couch. "It is a pretty good game."Tebowallowed his handsome facial features to slowly rise from Quinn's humpy ass upto his turned face. "No bro," he shook his head lightly and offered up Quinn awolfish grin, "I'm talking about that ass."Quinn'seyes widened a bit in surprise but his grin deepened revealing his sexydimples. "Yeah?" Quinn's features suffused. Brady Quinn had the disarming charmof exuding a youthful boyish innocence despite being several years Tebow'ssenior.Tebowthought it was sexy as hell how Quinn blushed at the slightest provocation."Yes," he grunted lowering his hot sparkled gaze back to Quinn's muscledglutes.Quinn'scock began to rise in his shorts and he moved his weight from one foot and legto the other unconsciously causing his back side to twitch and sway a bit."Dude,"Tebow watched Quinn's tight ass as if hypnotized. He lowered one large hand tohis groin and rubbed his own straining boner. Quinnturned a bit further allowing the pronounced curve of his ass to become morevisible. "You like my ass?""You knowit bro," Tebow tugged his hand over his boner again."I...likeyour chest," Quinn revealed through another crimson blush.Tebowraised his gaze again and eyed his buddy speculatively, "Yeah?"Quinnnodded turning more fully to face Tebow.Tebowlooked up at Quinn before tilting his chin up confidently and pulling the wifebeater up over his torso. He threw the wife beater aside and lifted his muscledarms to rest his hands up behind his head and threw Quinn another wolfish grin."Eat it upbro'" Tebow offered as he deliberately flexed his pecs provocatively. Quinn gazedhotly at the hard cut pecs lightly dusted with dark hair. Tebow's nipples stoodout like two brown nubs waiting for Quinn's full lips."Your turndude," Tebow challenged.Quinngrinned and tugged his own wife beater up over his torso and head revealing anequally buffed up chest and ripped flat stomach. In his zealous flourish Quinnthrew the wife beater to the floor and proceeded to push his shorts down alonghis powerful thighs and legs, kicking them from his ankles and feet. He stoodupright before Tebow simply in his jock strap and grinned anew.Tebowtugged his large hand against his straining boner as he gazed at the nearlysmooth muscled perfection of Quinn's buffed up bod. He was tanned and thecontrast between Quinn's lack of body hair and his own evident dusting turnedTebow on even more.Quinnblushed anew under Tebow's hungry gaze and flexed his own hard pecs inshowmanship. Quinn's boner was straining uncomfortably within his jock cup andhe shifted a bit to relieve the tension."Is yourass as smooth as that incredible chest?"Quinndidn't verbally respond but merely swung back around exposing his perfecttanned bubble butt framed in the white elastic of his strap.Tebowlicked his lower lip while gazing hotly at the perfect jock ass. "Dude," Tebowmarveled, "your ass is even hotter than my girl's."Quinn felthis cock twitch a bit stronger at the compliment and lowered a large hand totug it more comfortably. "Yeah?" his voice was low when he spoke."Shityeah," Tebow almost whistled appreciatively. Formalities were definitely outthe window he decided as he lifted his lower extremities a bit from the couchto slide his own shorts and the strangling jock strap from his groin and hipsdown around his ankles and feet. The garments were absently pooled beneath hisfeet as he relaxed back against the couch. His 9 inch boner swung up free andslapped against his six pac before arching a bit forward under his fluidmovements."Comehere," Tebow commanded.Quinnturned back around to face Tebow and blinked in surprise at the size of Tebow'scock rising from his groin. He blinked at the thickness and length. "Dude," hegasped a bit in apprehension and awe."Comehere," Tebow ordered more firmly.Quinngulped the dryness from his throat and trembled a bit as he walked back aroundthe coffee table to stand over Tebow on the couch. Despite Quinn being aboveTebow at the moment there was no question as to who was in control. "Climb uphere," Tebow patted the couch surface to either side of his massive thighs.Quinn movedup over Quinn, straddling him in a face to face position. His legs sank down onthe couch to either side of Tebow while his knees pressed back against the backcushions. In this position they were almost eye to eye yet Quinn still had aninch of height over Tebow since he was more or less sprawling out over his lap.Tebow lifted his arms and moved his hands up along Quinn's smooth muscled backto lightly grip the back of Quinn's neck and nape. He pulled Quinn's facecloser."I've nevermessed with a dude before," he murmured confidently, "but I'm going to fuck theshit out of that hot NFL ass."Quinn gavea deep dimpled grin, "let the bro-mance begin."Tebow gaveQuinn a wide wolfish smile before roughly pulling him closer until their mouthssmashed together in a hot open kiss. Quinn moaned as Tebow thrust his tonguebetween Quinn's open mawing lips. The NFL stud gripped the Collegic stud's hardmuscled shoulders as their lips seesawed feverishly and their tongues thrustand grazed hotly. Their chests rubbed and the tickle of Tebow's chest hairagainst Quinn's smooth hard flesh sent shivers up and down the NFL stud'sspine. Quinn's heart was racing and his ears drummed with the heavy beat ofeach thud. Tebow's breathing was ragged as he roughly lowered his arms andhands to Quinn's bubble butt and squeezed and massaged the muscled globes.Their cocks were strained between their pressed combined sixteen pacs, bothdrizzling pre-cum; Tebow's against Quinn's smooth defined and ridged flesh andQuinn's in a dank darkened pool against the confining cotton of his jock.Tebow bitQuinn's lower lip roughly; playfully as his allowed one of his hands to skimalong the crack of Quinn's perfect ass. Quinn arched his humpy butt backagainst the inquisitive hands and Tebow ran the tips of one hand's fingers downalong Quinn's frenium to zero in on his twitching NFL pucker. At the touch ofthose fingers against his bud, Quinn broke the lip lock and moved his lips downalong Tebow's chiseled jaw bone to run wetly along one of his powerful shoulderblades. Tebow proceeded to catch and nip Quinn's closest exposed earlobebetween his teeth before licking up the shell of Quinn's ear.Tebownudged his index finger against Quinn's quim and popped it deeply.Quinnwhimpered against Tebow's shoulder and strong column of throat at the abruptdigital intrusion. However the NFL player's ass instinctively moved backagainst the probing burrowing digit and the pressing palm and free claspingdigits."Ooooooobaby," Tebow hissed in a hot breath against Quinn's ear. "You are so tight!"Tebow chuckled as Quinn licked his neck and shoulder blade. "I am so going toenjoy opening this hot ass up!"Tebowdragged the digit free from the constricting chute and proceeded to work twofingers back in; deep.Quinnsquirmed hotly against the younger athlete itching for more. Quinn worked hishands down between their two bodies as he pressed his ass back against Tebow'sdeep finger fucking. Tugging his cock free from the constraints of the jockstrap cup, his own cock meshed and pulsed against Tebow's between their smashedstomachs and abs. Quinn next reached back around to his ass and cupped his asscheeks and pulled them wider for Tebow."You'rehungry for it," Tebow growled, "aren't you baby?"Quinnlifted his head from Tebow's shoulder and gazed into the college athlete's eyeswith a glazed impassioned intensity.Tebowbestowed the gaze with a lop-sided grin. "Ok baby, ok," he assured beforekissing him again. Quinn purred against the kiss as Tebow rose powerfullyupright from the couch, taking Quinn up with him in his powerful arms. Quinninstinctively wound his legs around Tebow's waist believing the younger man tobe in the ready to carry him through to the bedroom and the bed. Tebow had notime for that preamble and instead sprawled Quinn down on his back upon thecoffee table.Quinnlooked up at Tebow eagerly and lifted his legs and thighs obediently. Tebowgave a cocky laugh before grasping Quinn's ankles with his grip and pulling theNFL player's thick quarterback legs and thighs even higher; wide apart exposingQuinn's pulsing ass ring to his hot gaze.Tebowlifted his chin arrogantly. "You are so fucked!" To be continued...