Kuechly's Best Bud Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com)
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Kuechly's Best Bud by Bill Drake
Luke Kuechly gripped the bed sheets in Von Miller's master bedroom. His cheek pressed against the mattress, and his 7 inch hardon leaked like crazy against the sheets. But most of his bodily sensation was focused on Miller's 250 pounds of muscle pressing against the linbeacker's backside, and a heavy ten and a half inch megacock slick from lube, precum and the sweat of both men.
"Come on Von," the Panthers star moaned huskily, his midwestern accent tinging his jock-like tenor. "Stick that fucker in me."
Miller gave a growl of his own and humped excitedly against the studly bottom. He'd been edging Kuechly with savage deliberation for the last two hours, alternating between intense, deep-tongue rim jobs, finger fucking, and good old fashioned crack humping. Anything but actually sticking his hard oversized prick into that snug pro-player hole. It was cruel, making Luke whimper and writhe like this, but the expert top knew the anticipation would make their fuck that much hotter.
But they had company coming. Luke's buddy Travis was coming to visit for the weekend. He'd be arriving soon, in thirty minutes if traffic held up.
So Von swiveled his hips back until he lined up his engorged missile with Kuechly's now quivering, half-open hole. The Broncos linebacker could never get over how fuck thick and chunky his boyfriend's asscheeks were. The way they formed a muscle cushion against Von's dick, no matter how much he tried to pry those giant cheeks apart. This face down ass-up position Luke was in now made that booty press even more against Miller's cock.
There was an ass needing to be fucked, though, so Von wasted no time contemplating the merits of Luke's backside. With a brutal shove he bored right in. Right into the oven-like heat and tight snugness of Luke Kuechly's ass.
"Motherfuck!" Luke yelled. It was a voice that would have given most tops concern the man was in pain, but since Von had heard a similar cry the first time he'd boned Luke, while seeing the bottom spray his own torso in an involuntary ejaculation, he knew his boyfriend was built tough enough to take whatever he could dish out.
And now he knew, with a top's instinct, that his man was soiling the bedsheets with a fresh spray of football-jock jizz. "Fuckin' slut," he growled and hammered in his giant dick with a hard sturdy fuck.
"Hell yeah, stud," Luke now purred, the intensity of orgasm giving way to another slow-burn kind of intensity he got when Von fucked him after he came. Pleasure, pain, and the knowledge he would come again in a few minutes swirled in Luke's sex-addled brain. "Fucking wreck my hole, man."
"Oh yeah, this is Von's pussy isn't it, slut?" Miller gazped as he started riding that Kuechly ass with full athleticism, practically bouncing off the musclebound body with each downward motion. "Whore..." he spit out in a fury that made Luke's nostrils flare in excitement. Sometimes their couplings were more passionate, loving, and that was great. But he loved when Von possessed him like this.
"Gonna knock this pussy up," the excited top murmured, his fuck pace losing its mastery and control as he felt his own pleasure take over his body.
Luke had grown to recognize the sign's of Von's orgasms, the telltale rigidity of the man's muscle, the short breathing, the irregular fuck thrusts. "Shoot in my slut hole, man. Do it!" That prize dick had been working his prostate like a violin string for five solid minutes and Luke knew he was at the edge of orgasm, too. That first shot of Von cream against his asswalls would be enough...
"Goddamn!" Von howled as his too-long delayed ejaculation erupted inside his lover's chute. Heavy spurts of potent semen sprayed Kuechly's insides, first in chunky eruptions before the more liquid spurts pelted the man's insides.
And in an autopilot bodily reaction, Luke's body shivered in a gut wrenching second orgasm. His hairy stomach could feel the wetness spread along the sheets as his fat torpedo-shaped prick spurted against them.
Von loved that he was matched in height to Luke's 6'3" frame, but at this moment he wish he has some extra inches so he could better craned his head down for a kiss. As it was they disentangled so their mouths could meet in a passionate make out session.
Luke didn't want to break this kiss, ever, but he came to his senses and looked over at the clock. "Trav will be here in 15," he sighed springing out of bed and off to the master bath to start the shower.
He wasn't surprised when Von joined him to save time. He relished showering with the hunky black stud, who was quickly become the love of his life. And the possessive way Von gripped Luke's massive mancakes. "Hottest ass in the NFL," he said with a toothy smile.
"You've been sampling them all, V?" Luke teased. It had been a bit of contention between them. Von wanting to play the field, until Luke finally put down the ultimatum: if the big Bronco was going to sleep around then he'd allow other guys to tap Luke's prize ass. Von relented and the two had been exclusive for twelve months now. The season was tough going, but being together in Von's Dallas mansion though the off season made up for all the Facetime phone sex sessions when they were apart.
"Don't have to man," Von grinned. "Ain't no one compares to you, LK. God's truth."
They managed to get out of the shower without starting anything up and to dry off and slip on some practice shorts and T-shirts before they heard the doorbell ring.
Travis Kelce looked like a million bucks standing there, his chestnut-brown hair slicked back with product and his beard neatly trimmed. Off season agreed to him, and he'd taken the extra effort to slim down and tone up his bulky tight end muscle. It was the thing that got him into the society pages and made him a local favorite in Kansas City. That and his increasing fondness for designer fashion.
The Dallas heat was too much for that, though, and he had on a casual T and a pair of khaki shorts, with sunglasses and his trusty Chiefs ballcap.
"Lukey!" he cried his buddy's nickname as the two friends hugged in a tight body clasp.
"Big Boy Kels," Luke patted the guy's strong back. At 6'6" Travis towered over the other two men. "Looking good man."
"You too, bud. And Von, great to see you, sir." He offered his hand in a more formal polite handshake. "I know I acted like an ass. I gotta apologize.
"S' all right," Von said, still a little distant, but pulling Travis into a body hug. Luke and Travis were tight buds and he could put up with Travis's assholery for a weekend.
"No hard feelings?" Travis asked, as they unclasped.
"Nah, we're good. Our house is your house, Travis."
"'Our house'?" Travis teased.
Von laughed, wrapping his arm affectionately around Luke's meaty shoulder. "Yeah, this big lug tamed a hopelsss jock chaser. I guess we're settling down. Like some goddamned married couple."
Luke blushed, but Travis chimed in. "I think it's awesome fellas."
The three men went out for Texas barbecue and ate with the appetites you would expect of three professional ball players.
"You gotta admit," Von said. "This beats that Kansas City shit hands down."
Travis shook his head. "Fuck no." Then with an impish grin, he added, "Besides if anyone in KC saw me here, my balls would be strung up from a light post."
The men laughed.
"So," Luke stared, "What do you want to do in Dallas?"
"I dunno," Kelce said. "It's nice to come here and kick back a little. I wouldn't mind finding a nice bar and getting hammered tonight. Take a break from my diet."
"Ha, I think that can be arranged," Von laughed.
"Any place in particular?" Luke asked.
"Somewhere with hot dudes who are easy," Travis whispered, so those at the next table wouldn't hear. "It's been weeks since I've gotten laid." He was still reeling from his on-again off-again fuckbuddy relationship with cute kicker Ryan Succop. The two players had bonded during Kelce's first year with the Chiefs before Ryan left to play with the Titans. Lately, Ryan had been rebuffing Travis, saying he needed to focus on his marriage and his life in Nashville.
"Hear that, LK?" Von nudged his knee against Luke's hairy leg. "I think a visit to the Longhorn might be in order."
The Longhorn was a mega sports bar with VIP rooms that made it a favorite with the city's pro athletes. It also had the hottest collection of sports fans in the city, straight and bi-curious.
Luke grinned. "Oh yeah." He had scored, big time, on his first visit to Dallas, before he'd met Von.
"What is this place? A strip club?" Travis asked excitedly.
"You'll see," Luke winked.
Travis had one major case of the blue balls. He'd been working one of the local sportscasters, a 25 year old ex-frat bro who was parlaying his good looks into a promising career in television news. The sportcaster looked like his hot body was poured into his slim-cut navy suit. Particularly a magnificent rump that pushed the coat tails out invitingly. Kelce's eyes set sight on the 6-foot young hunk immediately and the pro athelete laid on his best charm offensive, inviting Mitch up to their VIP room.
The dimpled, hunky brunette bro seemed to go along for the ride, too, at first. Flirting right back at Travis, his hand squeezing Trav's powerful thighs for emphasis in conversation, his eyes making contact with the Chiefs player longer than they should.
Travis was this close to just running his fingers through the professionally styled haircut and pulling the guy in for a tongue-heavy kiss when the dude stood up and checked his phone. "Fuck, dudes, it's getting late. I gotta head back or my fiancee will kill me."
So now it was just the three players, Von, Luke, and Travis, huddled in that booth polishing off the last of the champagne bottle. Travis had exchanged cards with Mitch but expected little other than a request for an on-air interview, to pad the dude's resume.
"Fiancee?" Travis groaned, now that he'd gone. "Fuck!" His hand pawed at his crotch, which ached in its hardness. He was THIS close to tasting that sportscaster pussy, and feeling the snugness around his neglected bone.
Von shook his head, half in consolation, half in disapproaval. "Man, Kelce, you come on too hard. A dude like that needs the soft sell."
"The soft sell?"
"Yeah. The easy touch. You know, like he's just a buddy experimenting with another dude like him. You need to sweet talk a bro like that one."
Travis shrugged. "Yeah, well my game is definitely off. Ever since Ryan and I called it quits." It was moments like these when he wondered why he didn't swallow his pride and give Succop a phone call to see what arrangement they could work out.
"Ah," Luke said. "Dude was just stuck up. He thinks he's a big shot."
Back at Von's place, they were in a jovial mood, continuing the party with some good bourbon and some video of the last QB party playing on the big-screen TV.
"Man," Luke observed, watching Tom Brady plow some college player from one of the Big 10 schools. "Tom's all business even off the field isn't he? Looks like he's not even having fun."
"Ryan is having a little too much fun," Travis observed with a little sadness, watching his ex-fuckbuddy/boyfriend Succop pogo his hips wildly up and down Marcus Mariota's beer can prick. Then turning to his buddies, Kelce's frown brightened a little. "You know, I think it's awesome you guys are such a strong couple. Seriously. Any secrets for making it work?"
Von nodded, wrapping his arm possessively around Luke's big shoulders. "Yeah. I just fuck the daylights out of my dude every night."
Travis thought his buddy might be embarrassed being talked about so crudely, but Luke smiled and met Von for a hot kiss, the two players making out on the couch across from Travis.
Miller finally turned to Kelce and said. "Sorry man.... I know how keyed up you are from that hot little sportscaster. What's his name, Mike?"
"Mitch," Travis corrected. "Talk about the one that got away."
Von leaned over and whispered something in Luke's ear, making the big linebacker almost giddy and the 235 pounds of NFL beef squirm slightly in Von's arms. "Yeah?" Kuechly whispered.
The Panther stood up, now throwing hard in his pants. He seemed nervous now, but with a playful look on his face. As he stepped closer to Travis he leaned down and kissed his best buddy.
It took a second for the surprise to wear off, but when it did he was responding in kind, his tongue dueling with Luke's, his hands slowly tracing up the player's strong legs.
"Damn, buddy," Kelce hissed. "You trying to make my balls bluer?"
Luke shook his head and peeled off his shirt, revealing the bulky but toned muscle, shaved smooth just like Von preferred it. "Von and I have been talking about what it would be like to play with a third," he said, looking back at Miller for confirmation and encouragement. The Bronco, who outsized Luke everywhere except for those miraculous ass muscles, gripped his crotch and nodded. Turning back to Travis he continued. "You think you'd be up for that?"
"Fuck yeah," Travis said.
"I know you normally don't give your ass up," Kuechly said, letting the implications sink in.
Travis looked over at Miller nervously. The big, African-American man, three inches shorter than Kelce but weighing nearly the same, and all of it muscle. Muscle piledriving some major cock in his ass if he agreed. Fuck! he thought. And while he didn't know exactly how well hung the Bronco was, Luke had dropped a few hints in conversation that his boyfriend had a giant cock.
As Kelce thought of a million reasons he shouldn't agree to bottoming, Kuechly turned around slowly and teasingly slid down his shorts to reveal a pair of tight mid-length compression shorts, which made the round melons of ass muscle seem both firmer and more luscious. Particularly the way the stretch material clung to every curve, even deep into the crack.
The linebacker was getting his bottom cockiness. "Tell me you've not been drooling over this booty, bro," he said, starting to sway his hips and alternate shaking his rump and twitching the butt with firm clenches of pure brawn. "Von's been having me work these glutes even harder."
"Fuck!" Travis growled and leaned forward, tonguing the shiny polyester fabric. It tasted like man, pure man, he decided and started munching his way into Luke's meaty crack.
Kuechly hissed and relaxed his upper body, leaning his head back a little, like he was getting a massage. He loved getting his hole serviced orally, and though he loved Von's expert technique he was grooving to the novelty of Travis's impetuous approach.
Miller stood up and examined his boyfriend's face as he got eaten out through his favorite pair of UA shorts. "He treating your pussy right, baby?"
Luke nodded absently, "Oh yeah, V. So good..."
That made Von smile. He liked seeing Luke happy like this. Tauntingly, he pushed his thick tongue out till it extended obscenely long, pointed at the tip. He wiggled it around Luke's lips, until the burly player leaned forward and sucked it into his mouth.
They kissed, broken only by Kelce's voice. "Damn, there's almost no fabric left around the hole of these," he observed, seeing how the spit soaked right through the worn fabric. He could even see the folds of Luke's pucker beneath the sheer white material.
Luke grinned slyly, "Yep, Von's almost gnawed a hole right through these. They're his favorites."
Miller reached around and slid his hand along his prize possession. Those perfect man cheek. He pushed his finger down, inches in front of Kelce's vision.
The shorts were wet with the Chief's player's spit and Von's dark finger wiggled against the barely protected pucker, driving Luke wild. "Damn V," he hissed.
Then Travis watched as the digit breached a hole in the UA briefs. "Fuck!" he growled as a good inch of the finger sank right into the hungry gash. Then back out, pushing teasingly in once more.
Then, that finger withdrew and traced its way to Travis's mouth, which did not hesitate to suck it in to taste his best buddy's hole. No wonder he'd gotten Miller to settle down, he decided as he savored the flavor and licked every trace of the man's finger.
"We got a deal, Kelce?" Von asked sternly. "You get KL's ass, I tap yours."
Now lust-drunk, Travis nodded eagerly. "Oh yeah, anything you want, man." And with that Von guided the man's head forward, where he rimmed Luke through the newly made hole.
The Panther star undulated his hips now, eager to feel Kelce's tongue bore deeper.
"You want this, LK?" Von asked running his hands along Luke's smooth bulging muscles as he stripped himself piece by piece of clothing.
"Oh yeah," he groaned. "As long as you're watching, V."
The men kissed, each feeding off the desire for each other and the excitement of the threeway. They'd talked about it but had never imagined it would develop with one of their friends.
Travis could take no more. He stood and unzipped. "I gotta get in this ass," he announced. Luke's hips were gyrating invitingly, making his desire worse.
"Hold a second," Von grabbed a tube of lube in one of the end tables. "Just a drop of this, enough to ease the entry. Luke likes extra friction." He flipped the cap and applied just the right amount of juice to Kelce's bone. The Chiefs tight end was hung for length, a nicely shaped cut piece, even if lacked Von's girth.
"Oh yeah, bro," Luke urged as Travis fed that cock to him. The entry on the cusp of pleasure and discomfort, just as he'd grown to love it. "You enjoying Von's hole?"
The idea that he was tapping the property of his on-field rival urged him to jam more length inside. "Fuck man, you're tight," he growled as he wrapped his arms around his friend and felt his nuts press against the compression shorts.
"Better than some prissy sports reporter, huh?" Von laughed. He knew the effect Kuechly's ass had on a man.
"God yeah," Travis, looking over at Miller. "You get this every night?"
He nodded. "Couple times a go. That's why he has me pussy-whipped," he said, reaching out to lovingly stroke his lover's face. "Ain't that right, baby?"
Luke didn't answer but turned his head so he could start licking Von's meaty hand, sucking the fingers in as the Bronco fed them, like a treat.
If this was turning Luke on, it was all pushing Travis past the edge. He simply couldn't hold back the powerful ejaculation spurting in hot waves inside the best ass in the league. He fucked furiously through his nut then held on tight as he caught his breath before slowly pulling out his cummy cock.
"Goddamn, you're amazing buddy," he said to Luke, patting his bare muscular back. Then turning to Von, he added, "That was worth whatever you're about to do to me, man."
"Let's take this to the bedroom," Von ordered and the three traded kisses in various combinations before walking down the hall.
"You still boned, bro?" Luke asked as he and Travis clasped together on the king sized bed. He slid down his shorts, freeing the massive ass cheeks for Kelce's appreciative hands.
"Hell yeah," he moaned into a kiss.
They made out before Luke said, "I want you in me again. Big hot bro dick."
They did it missionary this time. Seeing Luke's big body and handsome face contort was an extra turn on for Kelce, who was inspired for intense thrusts to match the undulations of the power bottom beneath him.
Somehow he was caught off guard when he felt Von's big body behind him, pressing against him, that large prick all slicked up and pushing against his unguarded hole.
"Fuck!" he growled as the Bronco penetrated him. It had been a while since he'd bottomed and he knew Von outsized any previous tops who'd done him. Still, he relaxed and realized the discomfort was mental more than physical. And when Kuechly started bucking against Travis's erect bone the player felt himself relaxing into the new role, getting stuffed with Von dong.
"That's it, big guy," Von urged, now running his hands through the hair on Travis's burly front. "I knew you'd love this linebacker cock. Fuck!" he swore, sweat now dripping off his face from the heat that was building up.
"Unh, unh, unh" Travis groaned as Von started fucking him. It was unreal the amount of prick sawing in and out of his tight rectum but it definitely felt good. Beyond good. Amazing. Von's equipment was pushing something deep inside him. He felt embarrassed particularly the knowing way Luke looked up at him. But he couldn't help but feel incredible.
This urged Miller on, who fucked at a fierce pace. "You learning a lesson fuck boy?" he now growled, letting three years of anger bubble up into this fuck. "No one disrespects Von on the field, no one. Got it?"
"Yessir," Travis sighed but he could barely get his words out. His body was entering a second orgasm and Luke's guts were getting more Kelce DNA injected deep inside. Travis collapsed on Luke's big body and the two met in a kiss as Von withdrew.
The Chiefs man's body was practically limp as Miller flipped him over and crawled right back into the saddle. "Sit on his face, LK," he urged his boyfriend as he resumed his fevered fuck.
Luke grinned and straddled Travis's model-like face. "Ah yeah, Trav, tongue me, buddy."
"Smother him with those man cakes baby," Von urged, and Luke responded by planting his butt more firmly on Travis's face, grinding that hole all over the munching hole.
Kelce could barely breathe but it was wonderful. Particularly when his own load sluiced out into his mouth. He didn't think it possible but load number three spurted out onto his abs, powered out by Von's massive pole ramming in and out.
The constrictions finally set Miller off. He tightly gripped Kelce's built thighs and used the extra leverage to gain that final half inch of penetration. "Seeding you bitch!" he growled, unloading one of his legendary loads deep inside the tight end.
Von wiped the sweat off his brow as he withdrew, the sight of Luke's body barely registering in his consciousness. Kuechly was scrambling to suck the fresh deposit from Kelce's now battered and opened hole.
Travis didn't know how much more sexual stimulation he could take but he couldn't push Luke away, not with the pleasurable sensations of the man's tongue, softly soothing after the punishment Von had just meted out on his hole. "Oh God, buddy," he cooed softly.
Then, all of a sudden Luke climbed up his reclining resting body and met him in a kiss. As their mouths met Luke released the ass load of Von seed into Travis's mouth, making the tight end moan excited as he and his friend started passing back the semen mouth to mouth, and back again.
And when Luke started hoisting Travis's legs up and poking his neglected engorged prick into his buddy's hole, the Chiefs athlete had no energy to resist.
The men all slept in, Travis in his own bed in the guest room, the two men in the cum-covered master bed. Von was worried things would be awkward now that morning had come. He'd seen Travis's type before. Douchy white boys full of it and unable to adjust being taken down a peg. And it HAD been a real thrill taking this one down. With Luke conquering and topping ass was always a sign of deep respect, but with Travis it had been revenge.
Besides, this was the first time couple had had a threesome. Luke woke up happy as a clam so no issues there. But Miller hoped this wouldn't complicate Kuechly's friendship with Kelce. Kelce may be a douche, but if Luke was happy, Von was happy.
He need not have worried. Travis was already up in the eat-in kitchen, on his phone. "Hey man," he looked up and greeted Von, "I hope you don't mind I helped myself to some coffee." He was already dressed, though casually, in his Chiefs shorts and a thin jersey zip up top.
"Oh yeah, make yourself at home."
Travis seemed pre-occupied with his phone. "Cool," he said while typing out a message. Then another. "Listen, is it OK if I meet up with you guys later today? I just heard from Mitch seeing I want to meet up."
"Mitch?" Von's brain was still a fog before his coffee.
"That sports reporter from last night. Seems his fiancee is spending the day shopping with her girlfriends," Kelce winked as he stuffed his phone into his pocket. "I told him I'd meet him in twenty minutes. Catch you guys later"
"Yeah, see ya man," Von said pouring himself some coffee. Maybe he was the only one who had any baggage with this threeway thing.
Just then he heard the padding of Kuechly's bare feet on the floor. "Travis up?" he asked, groggy voiced.
"He just left. To meet up with fuck toy of a sports guy from KDFW."
Luke smiled. "Ha, I knew that guy was just playing hard to get."
Von nodded. "Maybe not hard enough."
"Good for him," Luke said. "I've been worried about him. A dude shouldn't go so long without getting laid." He picked up the extra cup of joe Von poured from him. "Still OK about last night?"
Miller gave his man a kiss. "Yeah. Not easy seeing another man getting up into your fine hole, baby, but I loved seeing you go wild like that."
Luke grinned. "You too, V. You were awesome. Going to town on Trav like that. I knew you were still pissed off at him but wow..."
Von, "Sorry LK. I know he's your friend."
"Yeah, but he's a dick sometimes. And don't worry, Trav loved it all, too."
"We gonna do this again." Von had to ask.
"With Trav?" Luke seemed surprised. He'd assumed it was a once-only thing, and wanted it that way.
"No, with other men."
Kuechly thought it over, liking the idea more and more. Imaging the guys they might pair with in the future... players, coaches, reporters, fans. "As long as you're there with me, V, I'm game for anything."
"Ain't no one compares to you, LK," Von repeated his favorite praise. "God's truth."
Miller turned to rinse off his empty cup in the sink. Luke's arms snaked around him and into his shorts, cupping the prize genitals in there.
"Baby's pussy is feeling empty this morning, stud," he growled in a deep voice.
"Yeah," Von said, his cock coming to life, spring to rigid hardness in stages under Luke's fine touch. He turned and met his man for a kiss, more passionate and lusty this time. The we're gonna fuck now kind of kiss. "Can't have that can we, baby?"
"No sir," Kuechly sighed as Von's masterful hands reached into his own shorts, zeroing in on their target.
"Get that linebacker ass up on the counter," Von groaned with a thrill as he pushed Luke's shorts down. "It's been a while since we've done it in here."
"Yeasir!" Luke replied as he sat up on the granite ledge and lifted his legs to let his man get into ass eating position. "Aw yeah, get in there Von. That's your hole, stud." He leaned back so his arms supported his heavy weight and his feet rested on Miller's sculpted bare back. He had a feeling Von was gonna try to top his record for a marathon rim session.
And Von delivered.