Lost Quarterback
cajuncock
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Lost Quarterback
He was only the backup quarterback for the team, an almost lost cause team in the NFL. Their glory days were long gone. Attendance was so poor that the local radio sport station had trouble giving away tickets for the hundreds of empty seats on game day. True, the mostly Hispanic population preferred soccer to NFL football. But still the team managed to survive on its TV rights. Player salaries were some of the lowest in the NFL. Still every college player knew that they had to start somewhere so the roster was filled with young men starting next to older men playing out the end of their careers.
Stan was fresh off of a good college team but with little chance of being drafted by a major team. At 6'5", 220 pounds, sparkling blue eyes, and sun bleached blond hair he was a looker. He spent much of his spare time at the pool in his temporary apartment complex. South Florida's year round moderate weather and sunshine suited him. His agent, not the best in his field, kept him in the loop about possible trades and injuries in the major teams. The team's PR outfit arranged as many high profile events that might draw a decent crowd. That is how I first met him. A bar friend of mine, knowing my interest in NFL sports, had a spare ticket to a meet the team lunch. He invited me along and I accepted. I was almost sure we'd be seated with one of the minor employees. But it seems that even they had excuses not to attend.
So on the day of the event I found myself sitting next to Stan. At first, after the team introductions, he was quietly mumbling answers to questions by others at the table. Midway through the meal I found myself answering his questions about my life. By the time dessert came around we were pretty much just talking to each other. I found that at 24 he had a lot of interests that dovetailed with my own. As we sat over iced coffees, he slipped me a card. Turning it over I found he'd written his cell number and room number on the back. I nodded that I understood and suggested that he show me around the hotel and maybe have a drink by the pool. He nodded his agreement. He excused himself first to leave. I saw him standing alone outside of the dining room. I stood to thank my friend and left. Stan moved away from the doorway as I moved to leave. I saw him standing by the elevators and casually walked over. He pushed the button and the elevator doors opened. He entered behind me as the doors silently closed. He pushed the button for one of the upper floors. Turning to me, he said "My agent always books a room for me at these events in case I have too much to drink." I wanted to ask him some questions but the doors swished open on his floor. I followed him to his room. Using the key card he ushered me into the room. I noticed a bottle of white wine on ice which he expertly opened, pouring two glasses. Up until now my gaydar had not picked up any signs. We sat on the balcony sipping our wine and talking. I now let those questions flow. "I supposed with your looks and clean reputation you have women throwing themselves at you?" I asked. He sipped his drink and quietly said "Yes, but only for appearances, I learned early on in college that most were looking only for an easy meal ticket. Now I'm wiser. But I still must be seen at social events with one on my arm." I was intrigued by his comment. "So" I began again "you use them to keep your reputation up?" He mumbled "I suppose so." I pushed on "So who do you prefer keeping company with?" He looked me in the eyes, he smiled "I prefer guys I can talk to, open up to. That's why I invited you. We have a lot of interests in common. It's not like with women who want to go straight to the sex, the fuck. Most of them are just curious about the size of my cock." I was stunned by his frankness. It took me a minute to recover. Not wanting the conversation to end, I continued " and buy them nice things I suppose?" He smiled "And that too." I looked into his blue eyes saying "I'm flattered that you feel so comfortable with me."
By now I was sweating and my hard cock was straining in my light summer pants. He poured us both another glass. We switched the conversation to the quality of the wine. I did notice the sizable bulge in his slacks as I caught him looking at my own bulge. He stood to say "It's pretty hot out here, lets go inside where it's cooler." I followed him into the room and stood as he closed the drapes. He walked over to me, putting one of his large, strong hands on my shoulder saying "I hope that I'm not reading you wrong. But I think we both want the same thing. Or are you just curious about my size?" I looked up into those blue eyes before mumbling "No, not curious but maybe a little frightened now. You could really hurt a person but not intentionally." He leaned into kiss my neck whispering "I'm not looking for a one night stand and I promise not to hurt your body or your heart." With those words he planted his soft lips on mine as we fell back onto the bed. First, he lovingly removed my shirt then his own. He pressed our naked chests together moaning at the sensation of the two hairy bodies rubbing each other. I was overwhelmed at the physical contact. He mumbled "This is so much better than a woman's body. Feeling a man under me, a strong, virile body turns me on so much." We made quick work of our remaining cloths. At last the full glory of masculine perfection was revealed before me. I gasped. Using his arms for support, he smiled down at me "frightened yet?" he asked? I looked into those blue orbs saying, "No, not that, but really impressed and horny to feel you inside me,"
He rolled us over until I lay on his hairy chest. Pointing to the night stand, he said "I think everything you need is in there." I reached over to open the drawer and found that he was true to his word. I pulled out a jar of lube, some condoms, and a bottle of poppers. Curious, I held the poppers up. Grabbing my hips he whispered "I know that I'm big and can get out of control in the sack so the poppers will help to ease your pain." Later I'd be thankful for those.
I prepared my hole and covered his cock. He assured me that he was clean but for now we needed to play safe. Now fully prepared I held his stiffness against my hole as I eased down to impale myself. It was not easy to take the massive, thick cock. But I was determined. Finally, I bottomed out, feeling every inch of his thickness fill my bowels. I moaned as I felt his pubes rub my taint. He grabbed my hips to hold me in place. He moved one hand to my left nipple, he squeezed and lightly rubbed it with his finger tip. This sent shivers through my body causing me to twist my chest as I moaned. This only caused my ass to grip his cock tighter. He loudly moaned with the increased pressure on his cock. In no time he had me on my back, my legs wrapped around his hips. He leaned in to kiss me hard before saying "I'll never get enough of this ass. I think that I can't let you go." I moaned " Never want you to stop!"
We spent the next hour trying out every possible position. Finally, we both were drained of all of our cum, our balls empty. We lay next to each other on the bed recovering. After a while he pulled me next to his chest. I leaned on his chest hearing his beating heart. He stroked my hair tenderly before speaking "I want, no, I need to see you again. That is if you want?" I licked some of our combined cum from his chest murmuring "I want that too." A few hours and a few orgasms later I showered and dressed. He walked to the door with me, kissed me, and asked if he could call me. I gave him my cell number telling him that he could visit my place whenever he wanted. What I didn't expect was the call at 7AM the next morning inviting me for lunch. He asked if he could pick me up at my place. I gave him my address and set a time. What I didn't expect were the roses that were delivered an hour later along with a ticket to the next home game.
When he picked me up for lunch I thanked him for the roses and the ticket saying "I guess we both enjoyed yesterday." On the drive to a beachside restaurant he confessed "I meant it when I said that I'd like to see you again." I remained silent for the entire lunch. He talked of the upcoming game and his very private life. I felt sorry for him having to hide his true nature. He drove me home and I invited him in for coffee knowing that we might never get to have coffee. He was quiet for about ten minutes. I was nervous waiting for him to make the first move. Finally, he motioned for me to sit next to him. I moved over and he grabbed my face pulling me in for a deep kiss. Pulling away I saw tears streaming down his cheeks. I asked "Have I done something wrong?" He looked at me smiling "No, it's just that I've only known you for barely 24 hours and I can't bare the thought of being away from you. I know that I haven't had much practice with gay sex but I truly think that I feel something for you. You may think me foolish, but I want to learn all about it from you." I kissed his cheek telling him that I'd try.
For the next weeks before the regular season started he stayed at my place. He told his agent and the team staff that he'd run into an old friend of his family and would stay with me until things settled with the team. He enrolled me into his gym and moved from the temporary hotel to my place. I avoided going to some team social events with him in order not to raise questions. At the end of August he made the final cut and was on the team roster for the season. He continued living at my place saying that he was too busy to look for his own place. Every night we made love. We slept wrapped in each other's arms. Mid-way through the season the lead quarterback was injured and he was pushed up to fill the void. His performance was outstanding bringing the team into the playoffs. The team owner negotiated a new 4 year contract with a hefty signing bonus. He used this money to buy a condo in my building plus one for his parents nearby. During the off season we managed to take some vacations to some exclusive and very private gay resorts. There we were able to live as a gay couple.