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Chapter Nine Author's note; I have taken creative license with regard to the periods with which several actual situations and events occurred.
Justin Timberlake was back in the studio for the second recording of his duet album. He'd been coerced to record a song with some bubble gum teenie-bopper from the movie `High School Musical' and the silly dweeb hadn't even shown up yet. This teen wannabe could have at least had the courtesy of being on time. Justin screwed his face up in distaste and checked the clock on the studio wall for the hundredth time.
Zac Efron rushed through the building doors and scanned the large hallway as he scurried down the hall. He was pissed with himself for being so late. Of course, he giggled inwardly, there was a pretty good excuse. The young cutie rubbed his still sore butt where K-Fed had fucked the shit out of him just thirty minutes ago. They'd met at some public appearance earlier in the day and the wannabe stud rapper wasted no time in getting into his Efron's pants and tight bubble butt.
However, he was late for a recording session with THE Justin Timberlake.
Effron gushed inwardly at his delight at working with the wannabe renegade white boi recording artist. Efron thought Timberlake was the hottest dude ever!
Efron stumbled through the recording studio door and blushed as his eyes met the intense gaze of Timberlake.
Justin Timberlake took in the late arrival irritably but as his eyes traveled over the younger man's form Timberlake's mood lifted. This "High School Musical" kid was one hell of a cutie!
"Zac Efron," the younger man extended a hand in greeting to Briteney's hunky ex.
"You're late," was Timberlake's flat reply.
"Um yeah," Efron chewed his lower lip and Timberlake's nipples hardened at the thought of the kid chewing on his nipples versus the kid's lower lip. "I had a public appearance thing with Kevin Federline." Efron lowered his gaze a bit at the explanation and blushed again at the memory of K-Fed's thick cock sliding in and out of his ass.
"K-Fed," Timberlake crossed his arms against his chest. No doubt by the kid's embarrassment K-Fed had fucked the shit out of him. Lucky bastard!
"No sweat bro'," Timberlake continued, "I can feel yah." And he did want to feel the little twink, feel his hot bubble ass sliding down on his pecker! "Nice to meet you," he extended his own hand and clasped Efron's hand into a firm grip.
Efron merely nodded, speechless for a moment. Wow! He could imagine Timberlake's tight grip sliding up and down on his dick.
"Should we get this gig going?" Timberlake grinned at Efron's silent nod of approval. "Cat got your tongue," he teased.
"Um no...yeah," Efron babbled.
Timberlake would have liked that pretty pink tongue licking his ass! However work called.
A Plane Landing in London's Heathrow Airport
The `fasten seat belts' sign flashed as the jet touched down on the runway and speed toward a stop. Troy Aikman and Daniel Craig exchanged a knowing smile and glance in their last few minutes together. When the plane finally came to a stop, the men joined the rest of the passengers unbuckling from their seats and slowly rising to depart the craft.
"Thanks for the pleasant diversion this route," Aikman murmured with a sexy smile.
"My pleasure mate," Craig offered with his own cheeky grin.
"Give a ring the next time you're in the States," Aikman offered. "Maybe we could afford a bit more time to our `games' the next time?"
"Certainly," Craig nodded. "And you do the same, perhaps before you leave my country."
Aikman chuckled. "I just might find the time in my busy schedule."
The man shook hands and parted ways as they milled through the aisle toward the departure ramp. Craig walked purposefully down the ramp to the arrival gate while Aikman was abruptly detained by the buzz of his cell phone.
Aikman lifted the cell to his head. "Yeah," he answered.
"How about those Patriots?" a familiar male voice carried over the line.
"Brett," Aikman greeted his buddy Brett Favre with a chuckle, "how the hell are you?"
"Pretty good now that the Patriots lost the Superbowl," Favre replied in good nature.
"No shit," Aikman marveled. "Tom Brady must feel like a chump."
"Serves the bastard right," Favre jeered. "Cocky bastard thought he was a God. He's had too good for far too long."
Aikman shook his head in humorous exasperation. "Don't you think you're being a bit hard?"
"Shit no!" Favre's tone soured. "He's been too enamored with the celebrity status rather than the game."
Aikman sighed. "I did try to warn him," he reminded.
"Yeah you did," Favre flared, "so he gets no sympathy from me."
"Whatever bro'," Aikman rolled his eyes and slowly resumed walking down the ramp while continuing their conversation.
Daniel Craig entered the men's room and moved to a urinal completely oblivious to the other men similarly using the facilities. As he unbuttoned his slacks and hauled out his thick cock he half noted a few men leaving the rest room. Holding his cock, he let loose and aimed a stream of hot piss down into the basin of the urinal. Feeling a bit more at ease he absently cast a glance to the other urinals. Another man, fair haired as well, was standing before a urinal several feet away pissing as well. The man's identity didn't register initially until he must have felt Craig's gaze upon him and turned to gaze back at Craig.
David Beckham recognized Daniel Craig immediately and grinned at his fortunate luck. Troy's plane, no doubt was landing or in the process of landing but there was no sense in letting such a great opportunity go to waist.
"Daniel Craig," Becks murmured, "am I correct?"
Daniel Craig chuckled. "David Beckham, fancy meeting you here."
Both men's streams of piss began to dwindle and subside but neither man made a move to move away from the urinals or refasten their slacks. In fact, both men's cocks began to grow within their hold.
"No better place to run into," Becks stroked his hardening cock, "eh mate?"
"Oh," Craig murmured, equally stroking his hard cock with enthusiasm, "I could think of a few more comfortable places." Craig looked around, "but this will do."
Becks nodded and moved away from the urinal. With his hard cock rigid and high, he moved to the door of the men's room and secured the lock on the door. Craig turned to watch Becks as he next moved to the row of washbasins. Craig moved his fist up along his shaft and caressed his pulsing cock head as Becks shucked his trousers and exposed his firm athletic arse to his open view.
Becks lifted one leg and rested a foot on the counter of the sinks exposing his arse crack and twitching quim. "So," Becks laughed back over one shoulder, "what are you waiting for mate?"
Craig slowly moved toward the footballer, his gaze intent on Becks hard bubble butt. Becks watched his approach eagerly and licked his lip as he looked at Craig's hard thick shaft. Craig stopped behind Becks and lightly slapped one of Becks hard glutes.
"Uh hunh," Becks encouraged, "Fuck my arse mate!"
Craig cast Becks a humorous grin. "We haven't much time."
"Just enough to feel that beauty piston fuck me raw," Becks cast Craig a cheeky grin.
"No time to waste," Craig agreed as he gripped one of Becks' hips and lined his hard rod with the winking quim.
"Times...Argghhhhhhhhhhhhh," Becks wailed as Craig forced the entire length of his dick deep within his shit chute.
"Uh hunhhhhhhh," Craig hissed as he buried his shaft to the hilt within Becks warm tight bowels. "For being such a whore," Craig grinned, "you're still so damn tight!"
"Break me open mate," Becks encouraged. "Fuck me hard!"
Craig ground his hips against Becks glutes, driving his cock deeper and stirring Becks bowels. "How hard do you want it?"
"As hard as," Becks gyrated his arse back against Craig's lower abs, "as you can give it."
Craig nodded confidently and withdrew his cock almost completely from the clench hold of Becks' chute muscles in one clean sweep. "This hard?"
Craig slammed forward again jarring Becks' frame roughly.
"Omnphhhh," Becks grunted as Craig's balls slapped his arse hard. The pulsing rod felt as if it were splitting him in two but Becks loved it. He was hungry for it. "Harder!"
"Yeah?" Craig withdrew again and slammed forward. "How about this," Craig withdrew again and set forward faster, "bitch!" Craig gripped Becks around the neck with his free hand and soon set a steady hard rhythm.
"Ohhhhh yeahhhhhh," Becks hissed as Craig's hips and thighs slammed against him and the actor's cock massaged and stretched his rectum.
"Harder?" Craig gritted as he slammed harder and faster. "Fuckin' bitch!" Craig growled as he slammed and twisted his hips against Beck's arse. His cock was gripped in a stranglehold by the athlete's arse muscles as he piston fucked the hungry quim.
"Deeper," Becks wailed, throwing his head back and bucking his own hips back to meet Craig's powerful forward thrusts.
"Ream this arse out good," Craig ranted as he fucked Becks hard and fast. His balls were boiling as they slapped against Becks' arse. His fingers dug deeper within Becks' hip. Craig slammed against Becks again and again.
Becks threw his head back with each jolt of Craig's body against his. His own cock was awkwardly pressed against the sink counter top rubbing along the surface. Becks lowered a hand and rubbed the knob with the palm of his hand. His hand glistened with pre-cum in the process.
"Work that arse," Craig growled through set jaw and clenched teeth. His hips were moving at a rapid pace. The strangle hold of Beck's bowls caused his shaft to pulse even more as his cock was forced in and out between the stretched pink quim.
"Fuckin' yeah mate," Becks kissed, still rubbing the knob of his own cock. "Ughhh," Becks grunted as Craig pumped harder against his arse.
"Gonna...shoot...a...big...load," Craig panted as he felt his balls tightening.
"Feed it to me mate," Becks groaned as his own balls churned from the stimulation of Craig's cock massaging his rectum as well as the friction of his palm and fingers against his cock.
"Ready," Craig snarled as he felt the wave flow through his body, "aim...Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," Craig growled as his cock twitched and expelled a hot rush of cock spit.
"Shootttttttttttttt," Becks wailed as the rush of seed flooded his arse.
He closed his eyes tightly and worked his rectum muscle tighter around Craig's exploding shaft.
"Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," Craig threw his head back and held Becks hips tight against his own as his cock continued to spit ropes of spoog within Becks' tight hungry hole.
"Uh hunhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," Becks gasped as his own cock twitched a bit higher and ropes of cum were splattered against the counter top and lower portion of the vanity mirror.
"Milk it babe," Craig rasped as he shivered from the last churn and twist of his own orgasm. "Yeahhhhhh," Craig hissed as he wound his arms about Becks and pressed his palms against Becks contorting abs as the footballer continued to shoot.
"Ooooooooooooooooo," Becks puffed as several more ropes splattered across the counter before the tension began to diminish.
"Nice," Craig noted Becks' drooling shaft head in the mirror reflection.
"Very nice," Becks inhaled slowly as his cock released the last drops of jizz.
Chicago, Illinois;
John Cena led his fellow wrestler Randy Orton within the apartment Cena maintained for tours. Randy stood awkwardly within the living area as Cena locked the door. When Cena turned to Orton, Randy cast him an almost shy glance. Cena walked to face Orton and gently rubbed Orton's arms with his large hands.
"Feeling any better?"
Orton made a slight weak attempt at a smile as he replied. "I guess so."
"Come on babe," Cena moved, taking hold of Orton's hands. "we'll really make you feel better."
Cena led Orton through the living area down a hall into the large master bedroom.
"Sit," Cena encouraged with a smile as he indicated the bed.
Orton complied, sitting on the end of the bed watching Cena intently.
Cena moved to a large armoire and pulled open the large doors. Inside was a small refrigerator with a bottled chilling in an ice bucket atop of it. Cena withdrew the bottle from the ice and held it up with a smile.
"Champagne," Cena began to work the cock. "Nothing but the best for you babe."
Orton gave a slight nod but remained silent as he watched Cena. Cena uncorked the bottle with a loud pop and a frothy over flow of champagne surged free. Cena chuckled as it sloshed to the floor before extracting two plastic champagne glasses from a shelf within the armoire. He poured one glass for Randy and then one for himself. Cena moved to stand over Orton and lowered one hand to Randy to offer one of the glasses.
"A toast," Cena murmured as Randy lifted a hand and took the glass from Cena's grip. "To us," Cena grinned.
Orton lifted his glass in salute and the two men took sips simultaneously. They were silent as Cena topped their glasses with a bit more champagne.
Orton slowly smiled holding Cena's gaze. "To us," he murmured, "to us."
Los Angeles, California;
Zac Efron and Justin Timberlake were before a recording studio sound board with head phones gracing their heads. Timberlake was seated upon a stool while Efron moved about in an animated fashion.
Timberlake was trying to concentrate on the recording but couldn't quite hear since his eyes were riveted to Efron's tight little butt swaying before him with Efron's every movement. For the fifth or sixth time that day Efron seemingly pressed his tight little butt back against Timberlake's knees and thighs. Timberlake's boner was straining and strangling within the confines of his jeans. Either Efron was a cock teasing bastard or he was totally naïve about what he was doing to him, Timberlake reasoned.
Timberlake smirked. The little slut knew just what he was doing.
Efron turned to face Timberlake, slowly removing his head set. Timberlake pulled his own head set free. "Sounds great, huh?" Efron gushed with a bright grin.
Timberlake stood with his own sly grin. "Fuck the music," Timberlake murmured.
Efron blinked in feigned surprise. "What," he worded innocently.
Timberlake roughly grabbed Efron by the waist. "Time I gave you just what you've begging for all afternoon," he said confidently.
"Just..."Efron gasped as the older man lifted him and laid him back down upon the control panel."
"Don't play coy with me," Justin growled as he tugged at Efron's button fly. "Bitch wants the bone," Timberlake tugged the jeans down around Efron's waist and legs. "Bitch is gonna' get the bone," Timberlake pulled the pants free from Efron's feet.
Efron wasn't wearing any underwear, as if that wasn't planned. Timberlake chuckled as he tossed aside the blue jeans. Timberlake's eyes hungrily traveled over Efron's exposed form. He was pale with creamy white skin. His own pecker was semi hard resting against one thigh. It wasn't half bad, Timberlake acquiesced. But what he was really interested in was still a bit obscured.
"Spread those damn legs bitch," Timberlake ordered. Efron did as instructed and Timberlake was rewarded with the sight of Efron's bubble butt. "Wider," he barked.
Efron smiled up at Timberlake as his spread his legs as wide as he could. He even lifted his hips a bit, to really offer up his ass to the sexy dude.
Timberlake chuckled at the kid's eagerness. Smug little pussy bitch had wanted it from the get go. Timberlake roughly slapped the bitch's rump. Efron blinked rapidly at the contact. Timberlake repeated the move. The creamy skin suffused a bit and a white palm print was visible this time.
"Spread those cheeks," he gruffly commanded.
Efron grinned as he lowered his arms so that each of his hands could palm and tug apart his bubbly globes.
"Yeah," Timberlake murmured in approval as the boy's pulsing pink pussy was exposed. Timberlake grasped Efron's ankles and raised his legs higher. The pretty little lips now aimed upward, Timberlake lowered on his haunches a bit and spit a glob of spittle against Efron's bud. It drooled down the cleave and Timberlake spit again. He spit twice more.
Efron shivered at the contact. Christ, he thought. Justin's cock was huge! It was at least two inches longer than K-fed's! Damn! And the monster was thick! Oooooooo! He couldn't wait to be ripped open by the stud!
"Pretty little pucker," Timberlake sneered in appreciation. Timberlake released his hold upon Efron's ankles. "Pull those legs back and keep `em spread."
Efron nodded eagerly as he watched Timberlake stand.
"Think you can handle this..." Timberlake grasped his cock and slowly, methodically stroked it, "man meat?" He was teasing the little bastard. The hungry glaze in the boy's eyes told him that he was succeeding. Timberlake roughly slapped one of those perky little globes with his free hand. "Answer me boy!"
Efron nodded his head rapidly. "Yes sir."
"Little boy wants to play with the big studs, little boy is going to take the consequences." Timberlake nodded his head in appreciation of Efron's exposed little pucker. "K-fed's pencil dick was nothing compared to what you're about to experience."
Timberlake stepped close and clasped his hands around Efron's ankles and spread the boi's legs wide. "Hold `em like this," he ordered as he briefly released Efron's ankles to grasp the base of his thick cock. He sneered in pleasure at the wide pink hole the effect caused. Timberlake nudged the apple shaped head of his cock against the bud and the pulsing pink lips seemed to kiss the tip eagerly.
Timberlake nudged a bit harder and the lips sucked against his knob harder. With a snigger Timberlake gyrated his hips and his cock burrowed deep within Efron's chute. He ground his hips hard against Efron's creamy cheeks, his pulsing shaft clenched tightly by Efron's chute muscles.
"Yeah boi," Timberlake murmured gripping Efron's ankles again. "Nice and tight."
"Mmmmmmmmm," Efron bit his lower lip and whimpered at Timberlake's cock filling him.
"Ok bitch," Timberlake growled, "let the fuck begin."
Timberlake smoothly gyrated his hips back and his cock nearly slid free of the wet smooth chute. Efron blinked and Timberlake was slamming forward again. Efron's lithe frame jerked at the rough thrust. Before Efron could regain his breath, Timberlake repeated the gyration. Timberlake increased the pace and soon set a steady rhythm. His thighs and lower stomach slapped hard against Efron's butt with each thrust.
"Yeah boi," Timberlake chanted as he jack hammered Efron's tight little hole. "Work that ass!"
Efron whimpered and twisted his butt against Timberlake's hard thrusts.
Timberlake spread Efron's legs further and his cock inched deeper.
"Ughhhh," Efron grunted, withering upon the control panel.
"Take it," Timberlake increased the pace.
Whack Whack Whack
His thighs slammed against Efron's perky little ass. His balls swatted against the rim of the control panel as he punctured Efron's hole deeper and deeper.
"Fuck me," Efron begged, his own cock rock hard and pointing upward toward to flat smooth belly.
"Fuck...you...deep," Timberlake panted as he worked over Efron's pretty little ass. His cock slid to and fro within the stretched tight pink lips. Efron's cheeks were enflamed from the rough physical exertion. "Yeahhhhhhhh," Timberlake hissed pumping harder and faster. "Bet K-fed...has...nothing...on...meeeeeeeeeee!"
"Mnmph," Efron whimpered, his body tingling and jerking with each and every deep thrust of Timberlake's massive tool. Efron truly did feel as if he were being split open. "You're...the...stud," he panted trying to maintain his stranglehold of Timberlake's pile driving pecker. "Oh godddddddddddddddd," he whaled.
`Fuck yeah boi," Timberlake growled. His thighs slammed harder and harder against Efron. "Fuck...you...deep...and...harddddddddd," he puffed with each exertion of thrusts forward. His powerful chest expanded with each heavy intake of breath. He sneered down at the boi impaled on his rod. His look was sinister, dominant and feral.
Efron puffed and panted as Timberlake worked his hole rapidly. It was better than he had ever imagined. Timberlake's cock was hitting spots Efron hadn't even known existed.
"Hot...boi...pussy," Timberlake grunted as his balls slapped harder against the control panel ledge. "Yeahhhhhhhhh," Timberlake jack hammered the hot ass. "Take it boi!"
"Fuck yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhh," Efron wiggled and pushed back against Timberlake's heavy thrusts. "Breed my ass," he whined.
"Gonna fill you good," Timberlake hissed between tightly clenched jaw.
"Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo," Efron cooed.
"You love this cock," Timberlake's hold on Efron's ankles grew tighter as his balls boiled.
"Uh hunhhhhhhhhh," Efron agreed through slightly parted pouty lips. "Ooooooo your cockkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!"
"Uh huh!" Timberlake grunted as he felt the heat in his balls rise. "Oh yeah," he threw his head back as he pumped hard and fast.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm," Efron's own balls were tingling and twitching. He was close.
"Getting' close boi," Timberlake growled, sweat pouring from his face and body. He continued to fuck Efron hard, his body moving in a heavy gyration.
"Oh...oh...oh," Efron whimpered as his balls pinched and his cock spasmed.
"Shoot it boi," Timberlake encouraged as he plowed the hot slick hole deeper.
"Mnmphhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," Efron winced as his cock spurted ropes of jizz across his slim flat stomach. "Umnphhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," his face flushed as his stick goo splattered free from his enflamed cock.
"Here...it...comesssssssssssss," Timberlake warned as his balls rose high and twisted. "Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," his cock pulsed against Efron's clenched chute walls spraying the boi's gut with floods of warm sticky cock seed. "Nurmphhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," he grunted as the spoog raced free from his engorged cock.
Efron panted as the spurts drizzled from his own cock. He continued to clench around the exploding cock deep within his bowels, trying to hold all of the man milk within.
"Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," Timberlake let his head fall forward as the last rushes of jizz raced free from his pulsing shaft.
Efron exhaled sharply as his own orgasm subsided. He continued to twist his butt tightly around the spent cock and shaft spit.
Timberlake took a few breaths to regain some composure and chuckled deeply. "Nice tight ass, bro'." Timberlake complimented as he wrapped his arms around Efron and hauled him upward so that they could kiss hotly.
Los Angeles, California;
Ryan Reynolds was twisted atop his work out bench. His legs were lifted upward and his ankles rested awkwardly in the groves designed for bar bells. His hands gripped the side of the padded back rest. Sweat poured from his face and torso, glistening in pools within the carved groves of his chiseled chest and abs. He was breathing rapidly, his chest expanding with each out take of breath.
"Ohhhhh yeahhhhhhhhhhh," Nick Lachey straddled the end of the bench, bent forward a bit as his hot hard cock plugged Reynolds stretched ass ring. Lachey bent forward a bit more and drilled deeper within his buddy's hot ass. "'Always so tight bro'," he marveled between heavy breaths as he fucked hard against Reynolds hard upturned ass."
"Ughhhhhh," Reynolds grunted with a contortion of his neck and head. ""Cause you've got the biggest...rod...I knowwwwwwwwww," Reynolds lifted his hips a bit higher so Lachey's pulsing shaft could snake deeper. "No...one...hits...it...like...youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu," he wheezed as Lachey's thrusts shook the entire bench.
"Your...hole...is...one...of...the...best...I...know," he panted between heavy deep thrusts.
"Fuckin' yeah bro'," Reynolds hissed. "Work my hungry ass!"
"Gonna...feed...it...goodddddddd," Lachey grunted. His jaw was set and his forehead furrowed as he jack hammered Reynolds' sweet ass. His hips slammed against Reynolds butt cheeks and thighs.
"Love...our...work...outs...bro'," Reynolds gasped and wheezed as the cock ripped his bowels open.
"Needed...thissssssssssss," Lachey growled as he slammed into Reynolds over and over again.
"Work...it...bro," Reynolds huffed with each of Lachey's forward strokes.
"Workin'...thisssss...asssss," Lachey hissed as he slammed into Reynold's molten core over and over again. "Take...ittttttttt," Lachey sneered plugging Reynold's sloppy hole with his thick shaft.
"Ughhhhhhh," Reynolds grunted. His body shook upon the work bench with each of Lachey's laborious shattering thrusts. Reynolds' ankles were red and raw from the bar and uncomfortable position but all he really felt was the thick cock splitting him open.
"Tighttttt...assssss," Lachey growled through clenched jaw as his thick enflamed shaft stretched Reynolds ass lips wide. His cock was clenched in the stranglehold of Reynolds bowels. The actor sure as hell knew how to work his ass! Some tantric shit no doubt! Whatever the fuck it was Reynolds knew how to work a cock.
Reynolds closed his eyes and gripped the weight bench a bit tighter as he concentrated on the cock filling his chute. He twisted his hips and pushed back against Lachey's thrusts with as much force as possible. He tried to remember everything Jett Lee had taught him about controlling his body muscles through heavy concentration. Damn! Nick was so damn thick! His ass felt like the wish bone after Thanksgiving dinner!
"Getting'...close...dude," Lachey drilled harder. His balls were rising up tight. "Gonna...flood...this...assssss." Lachey's neck was stiff, the tendons pronounced as blood rushed to his features.
"Let...it...rip...dude," Reynolds panted through dry throat and lips.
"Fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," Lachey pressed completely within Reynolds as his cock fired free jets of spoog. He ground his hips against Reynolds' flushed ass cheeks as his balls twisted free ropes of jizz. Reynolds clenched tighter about the pulsing jerking rod as the cock spit filled his bowels.
Reynolds own cock was rigid waving between his out stretched legs. As the volleys of cum massaged his rectum walls his cock jerked suddenly. His balls twisted and jets of jizz arced high into the air from his bulbous enflamed cock head. The spoog spit free and flew high before splattering back down upon his chiseled abs.
"Shoot...ittttttttt," Lachey encouraged as he continued to pump Reynolds full of cum.
"Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhh," Reynolds winced as his balls churned free more spoog from his enflamed cock.
"Ooooohhhh yeahhhhh," Lachey panted as the last ropes of jizz splattered free from his spent cock.
"Mmmmmm," Reynolds whimpered as his nuts twisted tightly to release the last drizzle of his own cum.
"Nice," Lachey murmured as he smeared the cum seeping free from Reynolds plugged ass along the slopes of his reddened flesh. "Real nice, bro."
A Posh Hotel room following the Recent Superbowl;
"I...I did it Peyt!"
"You did it, little bro!"
Eli Manning grinned up into the face of his older brother Peyton proudly. "I did it for you Peyt."
Peyton Manning gave his younger brother a warm approving look. "You did it bro'."
The two Manning brothers were entangled upon a large unmade bed in a lush hotel. The Superbowl win had occurred several hours before. The main celebration was still going on down stairs in the lounge, but the two Mannings had retired to their own private celebration within Eli' private hotel suite.
Peyton wrapped his arms tighter about his brother's muscled torso and gently stroked Eli's back. "You made me proud little bro'."
"Did I, really," Eli asked innocently as he wrapped his legs tighter about Peyton's thick muscled hips and trim waist.
"Yeah babe," Peyton grinned before lightly pressing his lips against Eli's. The brothers were nude and Peyton was resting upon bent legs and knees. His thick hard cock was buried deep with Eli's tight ass, Eli's own hard cock locked between their ripped stomachs.
"I love you bro'," Eli murmured as clung to Peyton's torso. He loved the feeling of his brother's big cock shoved deep within his ass. No one could fuck him like his big bro'!
"I love you too," Peyton kissed Eli deeply, their lips parting and their tongues twisting together.
"Mmmmmm," Eli purred as Peyton rubbed one palm across his hard jock ass cheeks.
Eli broke the kiss and gave his older brother and imploring look. "Fuck me Peyt." He tightened his arms and legs about Peyton's larger torso. "Please fuck me," he implored.
"Baby," Peyton kneaded Eli's hard glutes with his hands, "this is your night." Peyton gently disentangled Eli's arms from around his torso and began pushing his younger brother back down upon the mattress. Eli could feel Peyton's hard cock pulse against his rectum muscles. The brothers' gazes remained locked as Peyton bestowed Eli with a languid grin. His hands moved to Eli's thick thighs and he rocked forward as he spread his brothers legs wide while sliding his hands up the hair roughened limbs to loosely grip Eli's ankles.
"I love you bro'," Eli murmured adoringly up to his elder brother.
"Love you too," Eli returned as he pulled his hips back and slightly withdrew his shaft from his brother's clenched chute. "Love you too," Peyton repeated as he drove his hips forward with a hard body jarring thrust. "Love you too."
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm," Eli whimpered as he wrapped his thick muscular arms tighter about his elder brother's hunkier torso. "Oooooo Peyttttttttttttttttt," he wiggled his butt hungrily.
To be continued...