Archivist - Intended for gay male/celebrity. -Playoff Writer
NFL Playoffs 2014 (Part 1)
Disclaimer: This story is fiction and is not intended to imply anything about the true sexuality of the celebrities mentioned or any personal knowledge about their private lives.
AFC Wild Card - Chiefs vs. Colts - Indianapolis, IN
They'd been at it since 2:30 in the afternoon, pretty much as soon as Alex Smith had arrived on a morning flight from San Diego. The Chiefs QB had gotten a special dispensation from the team to come up to Indy early, hadn't even bothered to stop by KC first. If Alex had had his way, he would've skipped the Chargers game completely, knowing his team's ticket was punched and he was gonna be benched anyway, but for appearances' sake he'd kept his request modest.
Besides, two full days of getting fucked deep and hard would be more than enough to get Alex Smith focused for Saturday's game. The 29-year-old quarterback was still raw from getting dumped by San Francisco for the younger, more powerful arm of Colin Kaepernick, and throughout the season he'd been coping the only way he knew how.
Which was exactly how Alex found himself legs up in the downtown Ritz Carlton, just blocks from where he'd be tossing the ball in front of millions of viewers in a few days' time, getting deep-dicked by two boys in Colt blue.
"Fuck yeah..." Alex Smith groaned. He lifted his head, watching his rock-hard 9-inch cock as that veiny monster leaked pre-jizz all over the QB's hard stomach, then let his head fall back, his lidded gaze staring up into the slate-gray eyes of Indy tight end Coby Fleener. Coby's hands were wrapped around the underside of Alex's legs, fingers gripping Alex's shins, as he fucked the Kansas City quarterback deep and steady. The 25-year-old Stanford man's face betrayed no emotion at all; Coby just stared down at Alex, his eyes intensely focused on the stud he was fucking.
In fact, Alex could only hold that gaze for so long...fuck, something about the way the tight end was watching him just made him feel so fucking owned, like even if Coby wasn't balls deep in his jock cunt right now, Alex would want him to be, would want him there all the time, would know the young Colt could take him whenever he fucking wanted. Even for a dick-hungry jock like Alex, it was a little weird.
Smith lifted himself onto one elbow, abs stacking neatly as his stomach contracted, and turned his head. He didn't have to go far to find what he'd been looking for -- a thick, handsome cock was already easing forward, slapping its dripping-wet head gently against Alex's stubbled cheek.
"Thought you might want seconds," Donald Brown murmured with a grin, slapping Alex's lips again before letting the QB take that dripping cockhead into his mouth. The Indy running back's powerfully-muscled body was bare, just like Coby's and Alex's -- even though neither he nor his teammate had ever fucked around with a guy before in their lives, it had been totally natural, totally fine, when they stripped down to their briefs, then down to nothing, discreetly checking each other out even as they focused their attention on Alex. It had only escalated from there, so that now there wasn't the slightest hesitation as Donald Brown and Coby Fleener leaned in and kissed hungrily, even as each of them continued roughly fucking one of Alex Smith's warm, tight holes. In fact, as the kiss between the two Colts deepened and Coby's hand grabbed his teammate's massive pec and the running back gripped Coby's swollen bicep, they both started driving themselves into Alex Smith with such an intensity that the poor guy moaned into Brown's dick and erupted across his ripped stomach, his own nicely-muscled body jerking and twisting as he came all over himself. But those moans were soon stifled and drowned as Donald Brown growled into his teammate's lips and came profusely down Alex Smith's throat. Coby followed a few seconds later, tearing his lips from his buddy's and letting out a low but resounding "Unnrggghh!" as the tight end grabbed Alex's legs tighter and unloaded himself into the quarterback's tight jock hole, even as Alex struggled to swallow Donald Brown's copious flow.
They'd all pulled free and had just dropped their powerful NFL bodies down onto the come-soaked bedspread when they heard a loud knock at the door.
Alex sat up with a start. "The fuck?" Not only had he put the "do not disturb" sign out, he'd gone to the trouble of telling the staff that this door was not to be knocked on under any circumstances -- "even if the goddamn hotel is burning down" had been his exact words to the vigorously nodding desk clerk.
But as Alex stood, the handsome playcaller's body dripping with jizz, he quickly realized the knocking wasn't coming from the front door, but from the door connecting his room to the next suite, which he hadn't even noticed was there. He was about to turn back to the other guys when the knock came again.
"Fuck this," he said, tugging on a pair of burgundy Chiefs shorts, his half-hard dick smearing cream across the front as he pulled them on. Before any objections could be made from the bed, where the the two Colts were still rock-hard and sitting up to see what was going on, Alex unlocked the door and swung it open.
"Jesus fuck!" Alex cursed in a soft whisper.
A fucking giant stood in the doorway, a 6-foot, 220-pound Adonis, a man who looked like a medical chart of the human muscular system come to life, only with every one of those muscles amplified, chiseled to perfection, covered with a smooth expanse of caramel skin and tattooed all over. And before Alex's mind could process where he'd seen this ripped stud before, his eyes drifted down to the massive length of cock curving up into the air, clear honey seeping from the broad crown.
"Hey, LaRon," said Donald Brown, a bemused look on his face. Coby was slinging one big arm around Donald's broad shoulders and reaching over with the other to start slowly stroking his teammate's hard prick. The same smirk was on LaRon Landry's face as he took in the scene, and the other two guys had heard enough about their fellow Colt that they figured they had nothing to hide.
"Yeah wassup boys," the safety said with a nod, then turned back to Alex. "Ey, man, I know we all tryin' to let off some steam, but y'all got somebody in here moanin' like a bitch, an' I'm tryin' ta..." He trailed off, then looked meaningfully back into the room he'd come from. Alex craned his neck to look inside, and his eyes widened again.
At first he could only see a round, white, upturned ass, in the middle of the bed, framed by two big thighs, a tight, smooth hole winking from the center. Then the guy turned his head.
"Fuck!" The dude tried to turn back but it was too late.
"Jesus..." Alex breathed. "Succop?"
The Kansas City kicker hesitated, then turned back, showing his handsome face again. "Hey, Alex."
LaRon Landry watched, a smile spreading over his face, as Alex Smith's cock rose again to full mast in his Chiefs shorts. Behind him, Donald Brown's hand was now on Coby Fleener's hard prick too and the two Colts were jerking each other double time. "Tell you what, why don' I just leave this open?" And he did just that, turning without another word and climbing back onto the bed. All three guys stared in amazement as Landry climbed up between Ryan Succop's legs, the safety's own gorgeous ass and massive thighs spreading the muscular kicker's legs apart. Ryan ducked his head again.
"Unnghghh FUCK yeah..." Succop moaned as LaRon Landry's blacksnake sank deep inside him again.
"Shit..." Alex whispered, his heart pounding under his bare chest as he watched his teammate get split open by this muscular beast. He only watched for a second, as Landry got back into a steady rhythm, his perfect ass driving his hips forward into Ryan Succop's near-cherry southern jock butt, but by the time Alex turned back to his own fuckbuddies, they were back on the bed, Donald Brown lifting his legs onto Coby Fleener's shoulders as the tight end's rock-hard cock teased around Brown's tight entrance. The running back finally broke Coby's intense gaze just as Alex had, turning his head. He gave an apologetic smile.
"Sorry, man. We might need...just a minute."
NFC Wild Card - Eagles vs. Saints - Philadelphia, PA
To many outside observers, the Riley Cooper fiasco of 2013 had simply faded away, other storylines gradually taking its place, till finally people could only vaguely remember what the issue had been in the first place. It helped that Cooper had consistently put yards on the board since then, enough that his Eagles were headed for the playoffs for the first time in three years. And although Philadelphia fans were not notoriously a forgiving bunch, they tended to care a hell of a lot more about what a guy did on the field than what he might have said at some Kenny Chesney concert.
But not everybody had forgotten, and in fact part of the confidential settlement that his agent had reached with the NFL and the Eagles provided for "sensitivity training" of an unspecified nature, to be led by Eagles QB Mike Vick, who had a well-known history of trouble with the authorities himself but had somehow transformed into a team elder in the years since. And when the Eagles topped the Cowboys in Arlington to secure their Wild Card bid, Vick had been the first one there to greet Riley Cooper on his way out of the visitor locker room.
"Debt come due, my friend," Vick said with a wry smile, and handed Riley a card. The young receiver, just 26 and not accustomed to paying his debts, had hoped they'd just forget about it, or at the very least that it'd be some kumbayah shit in the offseason. But he knew as soon as he looked at the card -- just a date, a time, and a place -- that no, they definitely hadn't forgotten, and that this would be an...active participation exercise.
Still, he hadn't expected this.
"Suck this thick black cock, mother fucker." That was Roman Harper, 31 years old, a 6'1, 200-pound slab of strong safety muscle. Harper was normally pretty mild mannered and didn't have an aggressive streak like some of his league compatriots, but he was still amped from the Saints' narrow, hard-fought win, and he wasn't in an accommodating mood toward this wounded Eagle.
Cooper himself wasn't really in the mood to cooperate either. He winced as the big safety's dick slapped against his tightly closed lips, smearing pre-come over his cheek and jaw. He was on his knees in the locker room, head down, long brown hair hanging over his ears and eyes. Riley wore nothing but a pair of teal Eagles shorts, the wideout's beautifully muscled 6'3, 220-pound body on display for the guys gathered around him.
"C'mon, open up, boy." As Harper pressed his wet cockhead against Riley's lips again, Mike Vick knelt down beside him. "You gonna make this hard on yourself, man?" he hissed. "This is the price of you NOT gettin' lit up every Sunday." Riley didn't move. "And now you gonna pay it, whether you like it or not." And Vick reached up and grabbed Riley by his powerful jaw, squeezing till the receiver had no choice but to open up his pretty mouth.
Roman Harper grinned wide as his fat cock slid easily between Riley Cooper's lips. "Aunnghh fuck yeah..." he moaned. Cooper didn't want to admit it, but his resistance melted as soon as he felt that thick length sliding down his throat, and within seconds he was sucking hard on Harper's prick, massaging the well-muscled Saint's sensitive cockhead with his tongue. Cooper's own prick was half-hard in his mesh shorts by the time Harper growled and grabbed his shoulders as he unloaded his balls into the young Eagle's throat.
Marques Colston was only a little gentler, letting his own fat 8-incher slide deep into Riley's throat, then steadily rocking his ripped body forward and back, forcing Riley to take the receiver's gorgeous cock all the way. Colston's handsome face broke into a wide grin as Riley got into it, deliberately choking himself with the stud wideout's dick. Riley's own cock now tented his shorts beautifully, its rigid length rising freely into the fabric. He started to reach for it, give himself a little relief as Colston kept filling his throat with NFL pro dick, but Mike Vick, the attentive chaperone for this little adventure, quickly grabbed Riley's wrist and forced it up to Colston's hard stomach instead. Riley dutifully kneaded Marques' tight abs, feeling his own dick throb a little harder as his fingers ran over the firm definition. It was turning Colston on too, and just a few seconds later those abs clenched hard and he let out a groan as he creamed Riley Cooper's throat, the young Philly receiver doing whatever he could to guzzle it all down, but inevitably letting a thick stream of the New Orleans star's jizz course down over his chin and jaw.
Jimmy Graham was even harder than his two teammates had been once his turn rolled around and he stood there with Riley Cooper knelt before him. The massive tight end, standing 6'7, 265, just stood there for a second, eyeing Cooper, who was now staring hungrily at Graham's thick, high-arching 10-inch prick. He cast a glance at Mike Vick. "You mind if I..." and he made a little spinning motion with his index finger.
"Be my guest," Vick said with a grin. The Eagles QB felt his own big cock swell a little in his sweats at the thought. Riley turned over without being asked, revealing a beautiful round ass that was just as enticing as Riley's sweet, soft lips and tongue. Jimmy Graham knelt on the carpeted locker room floor, wrapping his powerful arms around Riley Cooper's midsection, teasing Riley's cockhead through his shorts as he leaned in, Jimmy's hard cock slipping between the round bulges of Riley's ass. "Been wantin' this..." Jimmy whispered, his deep voice rumbling low in his broad chest, "been wantin' you...for so long, boy." The tight end's fingers were suddenly everywhere, thumbing Riley's nipple at the crest of his full, bulging pec, tracing the furrow of Riley's lower abs, then at Riley's waist, easing Riley's shorts down over his narrow hips. A cool, wet pressure appeared between Riley's legs and he bit his lip, but within a few seconds it had already been replaced by a hotter, larger, more insistent presence.
"Unnghh fuck..." Riley Cooper groaned as Jimmy Graham's thick cock slid inside him. Graham's own well-muscled body seized tight as he felt the warm paradise of Riley's ass swallow his prick, tugging him deeper almost without even trying. Riley leaned further forward, bracing his powerful body with his arms, as Jimmy drove deeper, relaxing himself, easing the way, till finally Jimmy Graham was fucking Riley Cooper in long, steady strokes, both pro studs breathing heavy. Riley's long hair bounced almost playfully over his face as Jimmy fucked him. Riley's cock was searingly hard, still aching unrelentingly into his shorts as Jimmy had only pulled them down far enough to gain access to that perfect hole. The scene was so hot that when Jimmy finally emptied his tank in Cooper's jock cunt, he had only been lying back for a few seconds, recovering his strength, when he felt a few fingers curl around his still half-hard prick, and opened his eyes a crack to see his teammate Roman Harper with hunger in his eyes, the big safety already groping himself between his thick legs. "You gonna let me ride this big boy too?"
The others let them go -- Riley's rehab had already moved on to his own teammates, the guys who had every right to feel the most betrayed when the news broke.
A few young Eagles took it easy on the poor guy, ain't like his whole life should be summed up in that one mistake. Though when LeSean McCoy found his beer-can-thick cock buried balls deep in Cooper's tight hole he still fucked his teammate like he'd never fucked anybody before, and Nate Allen still flipped Riley on his back, tugged Riley's shorts off the rest of the way, and drilled that stud's ass till Riley could barely even speak and Nate finally pumped a thick load of jizz deep into Riley's guts. Brandon Boykin even let Riley ride him at his own pace, the wideout straddling Brandon's body and fucking himself slow and deep on the absurdly hung 23-year-old's spike.
Cary Williams wasn't as forgiving. The Eagles cornerback, 6'1, 190 pounds of ripped muscle with a notoriously hot temper, grinned maliciously as he pinned Riley to the ground. The two Eagles had scuffled at camp shortly after the incident, and despite the team's best efforts, Cary had never really let it go. Some of the guys hadn't even wanted to let him in on this, but Vick was adamant that everybody get his shot. "You my little bitch now," the muscular corner growled, then shoved his hard prick mercilessly into Riley Cooper's ass. Cooper gasped in pain at the initial intrusion, and Cary didn't let up after that, delivering pounding-hard thrusts that drove Riley's eyes back in his head. But Cooper was fucked-out enough after taking so many other NFL studs that within thirty seconds he was actually starting to enjoy it. Riley opened his eyes, looking up at his furious teammate, and slowly smiled.
"Mother fucker..." the hotheaded Eagle muttered through gritted teeth, then redoubled his effort, his entire muscular body devoted to fucking Riley Cooper harder than he'd ever been fucked before. Riley's rock-hard dick, tracked with throbbing veins and leaking pre-come like a faucet, slapped painfully against his abs as his teammate ruthlessly fucked him. Cary began punctuating his thrusts with growled threats. "Gonna...fuckin'...rip you...apart..." Finally Riley began to wince again, and Mike Vick stepped forward, about to intervene. Just at that moment, though, Williams leaned in, his dick sinking deep and planting there as the corner's lips found Riley's and Cary Williams kissed Riley Cooper hard, teeth knocking together, tongues wrestling for supremacy, till finally Cary groaned into Riley's lips and came in nine or ten hot spurting shots deep in his rival's hole.
Vick was last, what passed on the Philadelphia Eagles as a team elder, the guy who'd engineered the whole evening. When the QB finally stepped up and spread Riley's muscled legs wide on the bed, looking down at his teammate, he had an almost pitying look on his face. Riley Cooper looked fucked out of his mind -- the handsome receiver's eyes were lidded, his long hair disheveled and matted, the powerful expanse of his chest and stomach slick with sweat and come. "I'm sorry, Mike..." Riley muttered as he felt Vick's rock-hard cock rub hard against his well-used hole.
Mike Vick just shook his head and leaned in to Riley's ear. "You gonna be," he whispered, then drove himself home in a single thrust.
A couple hours later Riley was standing outside a downtown Philly apartment building, face hidden under a hoodie, ringing the buzzer. The door clicked open after a few seconds, and the worn-out receiver rode the elevator to the top floor.
A weathered smile broke over Cooper's still shadowed face as Zach Ertz appeared in the doorway. The young tight end's eyes were still lidded with sleep as he opened the door wider -- he hadn't been expecting company, but he knew nobody else would be buzzing him this time of night.
Riley stepped inside and let the door close behind him. He shrugged off his bag and hoodie. Zach was naked except for a pair of navy boxer briefs, and Riley let his eyes drag over his teammate's solid frame. Then Zach stepped forward, sliding his bulging arms under Riley's and reaching up to wrap his hands around Riley's shoulders, feeling the firm musculature of Riley Cooper's body beneath his fingers. Zach pressed his larger body against Riley's, kissing Riley's neck, then pressing his lips against Riley's softly, nuzzling his stubbled cheek against Riley's clean-shaven jaw.
"C'mon, bro, let's get some sleep," he mumbled, then turned and led Riley to the bedroom. As they drifted off to sleep, Riley's arm draped over Zach's chest, he barely heard Zach murmur: "You can fuck me in the morning."