From: scoffinator69
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Rookie Tail Tales 1: Christian McCaffrey
Prologue
The blond college stud was face down in his bed, biting his pillow and letting it swallow most of his grunts. His muscular legs were spread wide, and his arms were behind him, clamped onto each cheek of his jock ass, pulling them apart to reveal his smooth crack. He was trying desperately to raise his hips off the bed to meet the demanding thrusts of his father's pile-driving cock as it hammered him into nirvana.
He could feel the bed rocking beneath him as the rock hard eight inches of dad cock slipped relentlessly in and out of his aching, clenching ass. Even biting the pillow to keep from screaming out and waking the rest of the household, he was grinning like a mad man at finally achieving this long held fantasy. His dad's big hands, so skilled with a football in them, were clamped on his shoulders at the moment, working to pull Christian back against him as he drove forward. The bed began rocking even harder as his father's hands shifted on his body, clasping at his hips now and hauling the college stud's lower body up to his knees. The young running back was glad that he could now pound his jock ass back against his dad every time the stud drove inside him.
He gave a start as one big hand wrapped around his own leaking seven inch jock cock and began stroking, his father's rough, masculine fingers tracing along it's length and squeezing in appreciation of his girth. He felt the bed begin to rumble and shake violently, and then it seemed to slip into something like a twisting dive.
Wait. That can't be right, can it?
The 21 year old stud woke with a jolt as the plane came out of some turbulence, and looked into the smiling eyes of his Carolina Panthers team mate, Greg Olsen.
"You were dreamin' about your old man again, weren't you?"
Christian McCaffrey could feel himself blushing to his toes.
Part 1
The running back let out an involuntary moan that would have been too loud if they weren't on a plane. He looked down toward his lap as his team mate shifted the blanket away, and there saw his hard on gripped loosely in the older man's rough hand. The scruffy, bearded stud gave an impish winking grin to his rookie team mate.
"You looked like you could use some help, buddy; so I decided to give you a hand." "I'd rather you give me a mouth." he retorted, matching his mentor's cheekiness with his own.
Greg Olsen winked and wagged his brows as he lifted the armrest dividing the two men and leaned over. Christian McCaffrey let out a prolonged sigh as he felt his cock swallowed by his buddy. He felt the scratchiness of Olsen's beard tickle along each of his seven inches, followed immediately by the big man's lips. With each millimeter that was covered, the rookie thanked god for the talented tongue running over his aching flesh, for the vacuuming throat working over his jock shaft. He rested his hand on top of Olsen's head, and trust upward as his cocksucker took his manhood in him.
The rookie leaned back in his seat and let the vet work his magic, shifting his hips up slightly to let Olsen work a hand into his open pants and lower them another few inches, the older man's bushy beard and mustache tickling the smooth skin of his shaved pelvis. Shivers ran through the 21 year old's body leaving goosebumps in their wake as he sank into the bliss of his butch team mate giving him spectacular head, the tight end's hand cupping and tickling his low hangers.
The first time this had happened, McCaffrey had been crazed with fear, half the team had been awake then, and less than half of them were distracted under their headphones. It had taken nearly a third of that flight for Olsen to stop the rookie from jolting at every flick of his fingers, at every lick of his tongue, at every deep throating swallow of his hungry mouth. It had taken another 30 minutes that time before the running back stopped fighting it and let the tight end swallow his load. It would probably have taken longer, McCaffrey noted, if Olsen hadn't slid two thick fingers up inside him, digging around for some internal prostate stimulation.
The veteran running back knew from experience that this was going to be a quick shot tonight, the kid had gotten himself too turned on with his incestuous dream. Greg Olsen lifted slightly on Christian McCaffrey's hips to raise the rookie up, splaying his palm under the muscular ass as he did so, making sure to let two fingers rest in the sweaty, smooth crack. Still swallowing the sweet rookie prick, the veteran began thumping those two fingers along Christian's taint and ass hole. Mouth full of jock cock, Olsen smiled to himself as the 21 year old shifted his legs further apart, allowing easier access for the rough, teasing fingers.
The tight end brought himself up and off the running back's cock, and quickly swallowed the full, smooth scrotum, laving his tongue over the sweat and spit soaked flesh. The tip of his index finger danced feverishly along the rim of the rookie's puckering hole even as his tongue danced on the warm flesh of the ball sack. As the older man brought his other free finger into play, and began teasing pokes on the winking pinkness of the jock ass, he felt a shiver run through the kid and heard a long, low, exhaling sigh. His middle finger slid into the tightness of his jock buddy's ass, followed quickly by his index finger, spearing the boy quickly and with practiced assurance.
Christian McCaffrey's sigh turned into a moan as his buddy's rough fingers dug into his ass, strumming his insides in the same rhythm as the tongue dancing over his rapidly tightening ball sack. His fingers now tangled in the scruffy mane of his stud team mate, his hips working himself back and forth so that Olsen could, if he desired, simply hold himself still and allow this fuck hungry young jock god do all the work needed.
But Greg Olsen did not desire, and the bearded stud came back off his buddy's ample ball sack to once again inhale the seven inches of tasty jock meat, his only pause in motion was to lick up the drooling stream of pre-cum the rookie pulsed out with every heart beat. The older man loved the taste of Christian McCaffrey. It didn't matter if it was the kid's sweat, his pre-cum, or the musky tang of the jock's hole, it was all tantalizing to Greg Olsen. As good as all of those things though, the veteran Panther fucking LOVED the rookie's load. The rich, nutty flavor, the saltiness, and especially the volume. When Christian McCaffrey came, it was in a deluge, and Greg Olsen loved feeling it flood into his mouth, onto his tongue, and down into his throat and stomach as much as he loved savoring the flavor of it.
Savoring the hint of what was yet to come in the pre-cum on his tongue, the tight end slipped his lips over the crown of the kid's cock, and slid back down along the pulsing shaft, tracing the veins with his tongue as he swallowed his buddy's painfully erect shaft, clamping his lips tight at the base, working his throat in swallowing gulps and then sliding back up, lips clamped tighter still just under the flared coronal ridge, and worrying his tongue, snake-like, along the slit as it oozed it's copious pre-cum. Greg Olsen half wished this flight would last forever and that he could spend all of it sucking this kid's cock. Feel his rookie buddy writhing under his ministrations; the drooling cock and clenching ass. Feel this jock stud constantly on the edge of blowing his hot, massive load.
The announcement came as a shock, both men lost in a passion that neither wanted to end, but both knew was drawing to a close even before the pilot let them know they were beginning their descent. The rookie jolted up hard against the veteran, the older man's nose crashing painfully into the pelvic bone of the younger. Olsen clenched in reaction, driving his fingers that much deeper into McCaffrey's tight ass, knocking full force against the kid's prostate. Christian dug his fingers tighter into Greg's scalp, tangling the shaggy mane even more. The rookie gave a choking gasp, half swallowing it as he became aware of his team mates beginning to stir around them.
His balls erupted. Five powerful blasts of rookie cum rocketed out into the veteran's mouth, Olsen slid himself up to the pulsing head between the first and second, letting himself savor the last four pulses. After finally swallowing, he sank all the way back down the shaft and clamped his lips even tighter, pressed his tongue even harder against the cock flesh as he came back up one last time, knowing from experience he would be treated with nearly two more blasts worth on that final journey.
The rookie was nearly incoherent as the veteran pulled off his cock, extricated the fingers from his ass, and worked to help him pull his pants back up. Olsen gently covered the softening cock with the kid's boxer briefs, leaving with a gentle pat on the lump it created.
The two smiled at each other as they finished getting ready for landing.
"I'll return the favor on the ride home, buddy." McCaffrey whispered, watching his buddy's grin widen noticeably.
The remaining few minutes of the flight and the team disembarking at the gate passed silently between the two men. Christian thought only once about talking to Greg after the 21 year old noticed their stud quarterback, Cam Newton looking their way and grinning as he threw a winking half nod toward the rookie. When he turned to talk to Olsen about it, however, he was suddenly and irrevocably distracted. Greg Olsen was now standing in the aisle, getting his carry on from the overhead. At his full 6'5" height, the veteran tight end was an imposing sight for sure, even more so given the tent in his trousers. All thought of Cam's leering glance left the rookie's brain as he looked longingly at his buddy's obviously hard cock, barley hidden behind a couple thin layers of cloth.
The rookie was so distracted thinking about the thick 8 inches his buddy had ready for him that it took a few seconds for him to realize that Olsen was standing, waiting for him to get up himself. Scrambling, McCaffrey rose and grabbed his own bags quickly before moving into the aisle. As he moved past his team mate, the youngster was sure that Greg had purposely pressed himself against his thigh and the 21 year old could not resist a quick grope of the 32 year old's trouser encased jock joint. Glancing back at Greg to grin cheekily at the man, Christian wasn't paying attention as he moved forward. Running smack into his quarterback nearly sent the rookie reeling.
Cam had stepped into the aisle and was already holding his bag as Christian collided along his side. The quarterback smiled broadly at how well the plan had worked to this point, turning slightly to cut off his team mate's apology. The black jock stud's smile widened even further as he caught the rookie's gaze shift downward and take in the sight of his package. Cam knew that the tent he had pitched was impressive, and he knew he and Olsen had McCaffrey right where they wanted him when the rookie's knuckles nudged against it, and didn't leave. When his running back finally looked up to meet his gaze, a tremor of fuck lust ran through the 28 year old veteran's body. Christian McCaffrey's jaw was slack, his eyes disbelieving. His quarterback stood still for another second, his tight end fuck buddy pressed harder against him, digging his hard cock along the rookie's muscular ass.
And while he had not ever gone completely soft after the blow job, Christian McCaffrey was amazed to realize he was already back to aching, feral hardness. Cam smiled, turned and walked down the aisle, Christian followed blindly as much due to Greg's momentum as his own. By the time the three men reached Greg's SUV, it was an unspoken given, that Cam was joining them for the drive to Christian's.
"You usually give him road head on the way to your place, right?" the rookie gave an embarrassed nod to his quarterback's question. "How bout I drive, and you two climb in back for your fun?"
"Sounds good to me Cam! Whaddya think, rook?"
Greg Olsen was already climbing in, and Christian McCaffrey felt one big hand on his jock ass as Cam Newton encouraged him to follow. The rookie moved into the vehicle, knowing this was not a time to let his nervous embarrassment impede this fantasy come true in any way. As he slid into the seat, Olsen leaned toward him, planting a firm, sensuous kiss on his lips as Cam closed the door behind him. The two jocks continued kissing, Christian fighting his anxiety, as Newton settled himself in the driver's seat and made several adjustments before starting the vehicle. It was only when Olsen began to shift the two of them that McCaffrey realized Newton had been adjusting them as well. Pulling away from the intoxicating scrape of his team mate's bearded face against his, the rookie saw what was going on. Cam had his iPhone set up with a perfect view of Greg's seat, and plugged it into the screen in the center of the dash. The quarterback was intending to watch as much of this as he could, and this way he could do it without turning his eyes completely away from the road. The rookie felt a shiver run through his body at the realization.
As it became clear to the 21 year old jock that he was getting a charge out of the exhibitionist feeling, he leaned back toward his fuck buddy, kissing the older man deeply as he began to lower the zipper on his man's pants. Greg Olsen chuckled into his boy's mouth as the younger stud's fingers dove into the fly, seeking their quarry. The rookie came off his seat, shifting his knees to the floor of the SUV as his fingers wrapped loosely around the tight end's erection. He reached his other hand up to undo the button, and the two men scrambled to lower Olsen's pants and boxers, McCaffrey freeing the vein etched shaft in his hand for as brief a period as possible.
The rookie running back began to lower himself toward the veteran tight end's crotch before pulling himself back upright. The 21 year old blond jock stud moved from his favorite place in the world, in between the 32 year old stud's spread knee's; and shifted to the other side of the muscular thigh.
"Cam will get a better view this way." the rookie smiled up at the veteran.
Greg Olsen's big hand cupping Christian McCaffrey's head told the rookie he had done right as he began to move toward his prize once again. All three men sighed contentedly as the running back's tongue met the tip of the tight end's cock, and the quarterback's hand slid to cup his own ample package as the SUV pulled into traffic.
Part 2
The rookie's tongue swirled around the veteran's cock head before he slid his lips over the tip, and began to sink his mouth lower on the 8 inch cock. Like Olsen had done to him earlier on the plane, McCaffrey traced his tongue over as much of the flesh as possible while he swallowed his buddy's turgid meat, reveling in the taste and texture of it. As his lips reached the broad base, and his nose sank itself into the man's musky pubes, Christian felt like he was back home. The young man half regretted that he had not let himself explore this more back at Stanford, but he had always felt there was too much at stake. Odd considering that there was even more at stake here in the pro's, and that he didn't seem to have many qualms about taking risks to get Greg Olsen's cock in his throat.
He had known as far back as high school that this was where he wanted to be, that he absolutely loved sucking jock cock, but given his name, given his dad's profound status in football circles...especially at Stanford...he had held himself back, only sharing himself fully with a few select team mates, and even then not very regularly. It had not taken him long, after being drafted, to know for sure that he was going to need to watch himself with Greg and Cam. The older studs exuded too much power, too much self assurance, for the rookie to let his guard down. It had taken Olsen less than a week to make McCaffrey realize that whatever guard he had put up had been woefully inadequate. By the end of the second week, the rookie had swallowed the veteran's load close to a dozen times.
And had had his swallowed at least as often.
Christian knew he was not going to get to swallow Greg's load, at least not for quite a while anyway. The road head on the drive to his place from the airport was always about keeping the older man on edge in the way they both preferred. Normally, when the two got to Christian's place, the rookie would let the veteran take the lead, and either the older man would let the younger continue servicing him for a while before taking over in a lip bruising face fuck before spilling his seed, or McCaffrey would find himself bent over the sofa getting his jock ass bred by a rampaging Olsen. Tonight, though, was obviously going to be different. He knew that Cam was along to do more than merely watch, and he also knew that the stud quarterback wanted his tight running back ass.
He just wasn't sure he was going to be able to give himself to Cam in a way that would please the dark skinned god. The rookie knew that Greg had told Cam, in probably very graphic detail, about taking his cherry during the preseason, and he knew Cam respected that and understood his limited experience, he just wasn't sure that was going to matter anymore. That, coupled with the fact that McCaffrey was sure (unless Newton only got hard without growing even a millimeter) that the 28 year old stud was going to be considerably longer, and at least a bit thicker, than the only cock he had ever taken up his muscle ass.
For their part, Cam and Greg had pegged Christian's willingness even before they all met officially. They also knew that they were going to need to play it cool lest they set the jock stud back on his journey by several years. And so Greg had cozied up to the skittish colt and made a couple of tentative moves. Moves he was surprised were accepted as eagerly as they had been. The tight end had nearly been ready to bring in the quarterback until the first time he rimmed the running back, and found that it was in fact the first time Christian McCaffrey had ever been rimmed. And that the tight bodied young stud was a virgin as a bottom.
It had taken nearly three weeks to get Christian begging for it. So lustful and yet methodical had been Greg's lessons and prep that when he hesitated even in the face of the boy's desperate pleas, the rookie had climbed into the veteran's lap and started grinding against him to punctuate them. The older stud had fucked the younger long and hard that night, coaxing two loads out of the running back before dumping his own load into the no longer virgin jock cunt. If anything, the long, languid morning fuck had been even better now that the rookie knew how good what movement felt inside him.
Cam had let the two men, encouraged them to even, explore each other further. He had even put Greg off a couple times when the tight end invited him in. He knew that there would be plenty of time for this. He knew even better, that Christian McCaffrey need to be much more sure of himself to be comfortable with Cam joining in. He knew that Greg Olsen was probably the best person on the team to help the rookie build that confidence. He knew that the time had come.
Pulling into Christian's drive way and shutting the SUV off, Cam Newton swiveled in the driver's seat and looked back at the two men. The rookie had definitely built that confidence up...not to mention an obvious amount of skill. Olsen was sprawled in the back seat, limp and quivering in the way that one does while getting world class head from a world class cock sucker. McCaffrey was servicing the stud in a way that sent shock waves to Newton's pulsing gonads. He couldn't fucking wait!
"We should go in, guys."
Olsen opened his eyes and looked around confused for a minute before it started to make sense and he reluctantly pulled McCaffrey's sucking mouth off his cock. Christian reached into his overnight bag and extracted the opener, as the garage door rose, he told newton to pull inside as he moved into to kiss Greg again. When cam had parked and shut the vehicle off again, McCaffrey leaned over the seat, and kissed his quarterback just as deeply, just as greedily as he had the tight end.
"Thanks for driving, Cam. We don't usually get to lose ourselves like that."
Cam pulled the rookie back in to continue the kiss until it was Greg's turn to say that they should head inside.
Leading the two veteran Panthers into his home, Christian was struck suddenly by how small he felt at the moment. While 5'11" definitely put him above average by a fair amount, these two studs were both 6'5". Not to mention the fact that both Cam and Greg were considerably bulkier on top of the 6 inch height difference. The rookie was surprised at the charge of lust that height/weight differential gave him. Expecting this to be like his usual homecoming trysts with Olsen, McCaffrey headed toward his living room, only to end up turning to follow The two older studs upstairs to the bedroom.
By the time he had arrived, Cam and Greg were already seated on the edge of his bed, leaning back and making out. The sight of two massive, powerful jock gods being so casually intimate with each other sent a jolt through Christian's body, reminding him of how painfully turned on he was. The 21 year old jock moved slowly toward the men on his bed, lowering himself to his knees when he reached them. Reaching out with one trembling hand, he cupped Cam's package through the quarterbacks pants, feeling the throb and pulse of the weapon they held. The running back had trouble opening those pants, only managing it after shaking his trembling hands. Reaching into the open fly of Cam's boxers, he moved his fingers lower along the jock stud's thigh before reaching the flaring cock head. Wrapping his fingers around the powerful shaft, he began to extricate his quarterback's unit, finally bringing it's full hardness into his wide eyed view.
At least two inches longer and half again as thick as Greg's ample jock unit, Cam's cock was a thing of absolute beauty, the broad, flaring, purplish head drew Christian McCaffrey like a magnet. Glancing up at the two men still kissing, and now also working their hands into and under each others shirts, the young running back swiped his tongue over the crown of his older quarterback's crown. The first feel of Cam's cock flesh on his tongue and the rookie was lost. Unable to focus any of his senses except taste, the 21 year old jock closed his eyes and let his lips and tongue slide down the column of jock flesh that was Cam Newton's massive cock.
Christian suckled the jock shaft like a calf on a teat, moaning around the pillar of flesh in his ravenous mouth. Tracing his tongue along the veined surface, sliding his lips slowly up and down the length of it, Christian let himself be pulled away from the moment and sink into the bliss of sucking his quarterback off. He hadn't even realized he had taken to groping Greg's package next to them until his hand was wrapped around the bare, familiar flesh of the stud tight end.
Having worked himself out of his pants, and having had Cam's help in unbuttoning his shirt, Greg worked to help strip the other two men. First pulling off Cam's shirt, and then Christian's (having to work extra hard at the latter due to the jock slut's unwillingness to release the cock he was orally servicing). Crouching now behind the rookie, Olsen undid the younger man's pants and began sliding them and his underwear off, Christian kicking out one muscular leg at a time to assist in his disrobing.
When Cam began to rise, the rookie running back steeled himself for the face fucking he was sure was about to start, only to have his face pulled, very much against his will, from the dark, spit slickened cock. He would have protested loudly if not for Greg turning his head to the side and claiming his mouth with a passionate kiss. Greg too, soon began to rise, pulling Christian back up with him. The two men watched, veteran tight end pressed fully against the back of rookie running back, as Cam finished unveiling his dark, muscular body to them. Greg ran his tongue along Christian's neck as they watched Cam lay back on the bed. The quarterback positioned a pillow under his head and neck as the tight end ran a rough palm down the torso of the running back, tracing his rough palm from erect nipple to the base of erect rookie cock.
"Cam likes to rim even more than me." Greg breathed into Christian's ear, "He's better at it too! Sit on his face, kid...you're gonna fuckin' love it."
The rookie Panther let out a prolonged sigh as his veteran team mate helped to move him into position over Cam's smiling face. Craning his neck to look behind him, Christian looked down at his quarterback and smiled as he spread his muscular glutes to reveal his smooth, pale crack to the black stud. Cam didn't move anything but his tongue as his rookie running back slid himself into position. The quake that shot through McCaffrey's body as Newton's lips closed around his winking ass and his tongue darted inside him sent a stream of pre-cum drooling along his painfully hard cock. Olsen lapped the drop up, sucking the rookies crown between his pursing lips briefly before he headed south toward Newton's cock.
Christian watched, wide eyed and drooling spit as Cam's hands came around his waist to start playing with his nut sack, as Greg trailed a hand back up to grasp his pulsing jock shaft, and especially as Greg took the truncheon of quarterback cock into his mouth. The shiver that sent rocketing through Cam's body drove his tongue deeper still into Christians tightly clenching jock cunt. The rookie began emitting a constant stream of moaning gasps as he rocked his spread hips on Cam's face, the running back all but begging to be tongue fucked. The rookie couldn't believe, even as he was feeling it, that his quarterback's tongue could dig that far inside him. Christian also agreed with Greg, as good as the stud tight end was when he ate the running back's ass, it was nothing compared to the miraculous rimming Cam was laying into him now.
Greg cast his gaze awkwardly up to catch Christian's eye, only barely managing a grin around Cam's thick cock. Seeing his grin answered with a drooling smirk from the rookie for a fleeting moment before the running back's eyes rolled back in his head and his neck went limp letting his head roll back, mouth gaping open to the heavens now.
The hands of his team mates now flickering languidly, teasingly over the flesh of his balls and cock were tormenting the rookie like the twisted dreams he had about his dad. They were also threatening to bring him off; and the boy definitely did not want to cum until he was getting pounded at both ends by jock god cock. Pulling Cam's and Greg's hands away from his achingly hard genitals was regretfully easy, but he didn't have much time to miss them. The quarterback shifted his grip to under the running back's hips, pushing the younger man slightly forward even as he spread the jock ass wider and dug in deeper still. The shift in the rookie's position moved his upper body into a precarious angle, only stabilized as he pressed his palm over Cam's racing heart. Those few inches allowed Greg to reach up and begin tweaking the rookie's right nipple. Christian moaned like a beast as Cam drilled his powerful tongue into his ass once again, plucking Greg's fingers from his angrily erect nipple, the rookie brought the fingers to his mouth, sucking them in and coating them with saliva before moving them back to his right tit. The rookie felt pulse after pulse of his pre-cum drool onto Cam's rapidly warming skin and mingling with the dark sweaty flesh.
He watched rivulets of perspiration trickle along Cam's body, dripping down his sides to soak into his bed. He felt his own sweat running down the valley of his spine and along the crack of his ass to meet Cam's tongue. He caught the glistening sheen on Greg's back, noticed the dampness of the man's shaggy mane and knew from experience that Cam was feeling drops of sweat hit his groin as the left the tip of the tight end's nose and dripped from his brow.
The rookie's moans became gasps as his quarterback drilled his tongue in and out of the tight jock ass in a rapid, staccato rhythm. Rocking his hips hard against Cam's ass munching face and tongue, Christian flew along the crest of the wave in a lustful punch drunk state. His nipples being worked over by Greg Olsen lifted the 21 year old jock higher and higher in panting, wheezing delight. Christian McCaffrey's pre-cum flowed freely, slicking the dark, sweaty skin of Cam Newton's chest. The gasps began to take coherent form as words, nearly silent at first, rising in volume and frequency as the abject need rose through every fiber of the rookie's being.
Part 3
"Fuck me...fucking HELL, please...fuck me, fuck me, fuck me...I need it, please..."
Desperate now, the 21 year old running back scrambled to try to pull his ass off his quarterback's face, pushing weakly against the man's chest to no avail. Finally succeeding in pulling Greg's head off of Cam's cock and looking him in the eye.
"Please, Greggy...please! I need to get fucked so fucking bad!"
The two veteran Panthers scrambled to give their rookie team mate what he needed, shifting themselves quickly, and repositioning Christian as if he was nothing more than a rag doll. Before he knew it, he was laying back on the bed, his head hanging over the end supported by Greg Olsen's big hands. Cam Newton was now on his knees between McCaffrey's spread legs, the quarterback turning away momentarily to grab the lube Greg told him was in the night table. Christian made a concerted effort to slow his breathing, to steady his very soul for what was coming. For what he now needed more than he had ever needed anything in his life.
The rookie looked up into the eyes of his regular fuck buddy as another man's lube slick fingers slid their way into him. Three long, thick digits working his eager hole, prepping it for a solid jock pounding fuck. Christian used every ounce of focus he had left to raise his head as the fingers were withdrawn. He forced his eyes forward to keep them from rolling back in his head as he watched Cam anointing his massive quarterback cock with the lube. The veteran's strong throwing hand working the slick gel along his shaft, making the already dark cock shine even blacker, bringing the purplish head into even greater contrast. The boy let out a sigh, pleading, as the man lifted his legs over the broad, muscular shoulders and shifted, leaning slightly closer to the 21 year old.
Christian McCaffrey's eyes locked on Cam Newton's the minute the rookie felt his quarterback's cock first nudge against his eager jock cunt. He let the wave of lust flow through him, riding it toward relaxing his muscles to ease Cam's entrance. As the powerful cock slid through his gate, the 21 year old, breathed a sigh of pure pleasure at the invasion. The widening stretch to accommodate the the weapon's girth, the pressure deeper inside as it's length claimed him, and drove it's way into virgin territory not breached before. Cam's face moved in closer with every millimeter his cock gained, his full lips making contact with the rookies as his dark pubic bush ground against the pale, smooth flesh of his running back. Christian exhaled every ounce of oxygen in his lungs directly into his quarterback's it seemed. The younger man's muscles began their reflexive contractions, not to try to drive the cock out, but in an attempt to hold inside him. Deeper. Longer.
The rookie began rolling his hips gently under his quarterback as the stud pulled out of him, breaking their kiss in the process. Cam's probing tongue and full, soft lips replaced almost immediately by Greg's. The two regular fuck buddies slipped into an immediate tango with their tongues wrestling against each other. The rookie nearly bit his mentor's off as Cam gave a sure, solid thrust, driving himself more forcefully into the boy beneath him. Olsen pulled away from his team mate's mouth, allowing his head to fall gently back over the edge of the bed. The boy was in too much of a fuck daze to disturb him right now, so he watched the powerful driving fuck thrusts of his quarterback into the running back's ass with something close to pride.
"I did this to the boy." he thought to himself, "I am the one who trained him for this, the one who got him to admit to himself that this is where he belongs. That this is what he needs."
Cam Newton continued driving himself deep into the boy, and then pulling oh so slowly almost all the way out, before sliding back into the perfectly tight, clenching ass of Christian McCaffrey. The quarterback was getting off on the kid's groaning, panting lust as he fucked his smooth, muscular jock cunt. He was getting off on Olsen watching them rut together like dogs in heat. He was getting off on the fact that his tight end seemed oblivious to anything but the two fucking jock studs in front of him. Greg, it seemed, was even unaware of how much pre-cum his jock shaft was leaking out. The tight end's attention was drawn to that knowledge soon enough.
Christian McCaffrey was only half aware of the slimy wetness sliding along his face at first, it wasn't until the second strand of Pre-cum broke free and fell on his lips that his tongue slipped out to taste of it, the next falling strand brought his mouth open wider as he moaned in desire, letting it fall directly on his tongue. Greg Olsen looked down at his regular fuck buddy at the sound, seeing his mouth open, his tongue searching for more. The tight end shifted his hips forward, allowing the tip of his cock to trace along the running back's lips teasingly before slipping the drooling crown into the rookie's mouth.
He moved reflexively, sliding his legs tighter around Cam's broad mid-section, locking his ankles and digging his heels into the muscular ass, spurring this god like jock fucker on, urging the stallion laying claim to his ass to fuck him in bone crashing drives. His arms wrapped around up and behind him, his hands clutching onto Greg's beefy ass, feeling the muscles shifting under the lightly furred flesh as the tight end fucked deep into his mouth and throat. Christian McCaffrey was nothing more than a vessel for these men to fuck. To use. To own!
The realization spurred his desire, pushing him nearly to the breaking point in his need to serve these two fucking studs. In his need to have these jock gods use him like a bitch. His every thought, his every desire, were focused on the cock flattening his tongue and bruising his throat as it drove between his puffy, battered lips; on the massive jock pipe sliding powerfully in and out of his greedy jock cunt, the cock shifting itself back until just the tip was still inside him, and then driving forward by nearly a foot with each pile driving thrust.
The rookie felt the veteran's bodies shift, felt the two men pressing themselves tighter against his skewered self, and knew without seeing that they were kissing now. He knew that the quarterback and the tight end were locked together by their lips and tongues just as much as they were locked together by their deep strokes into and out of his body. Christian McCaffrey saw, in his mind's eye, Cam Newton and Greg Olsen urging each other on with aching lips and searching tongues. He knew that he was totally and irrevocably theirs.
Greg and Cam felt the next shift simultaneously. They felt the additional quivering of the rookie's mouth and ass around their achingly hard cocks. The two men reluctantly broke their kiss and began pounding into the fuck-boy between them with increasing power. Greg leaned over Christian a bit too slowly, taking the rookie's first cum blast to his nose and cheek, only clamping his lips around the boy's pulsing cock head as the second blast was exiting, the tight end let it and the next two pulses collect on his tongue before pulling back off and reclaiming the kiss with his quarterback. The two vets snowballed the rookie's cum between them, still driving into the 21 year old jock's fucked out husk between them.
Christian felt the two massive jock weapons swelling inside him, each puffing themselves up as they prepared to seed him, even as he was still having dribbling globs of cum fucked out of his own cock. He felt the first blasts almost in unison, Greg's richly salty cum rocketing against the back of his throat and down into his stomach even as Cam drove into him in the most punishing, bone rattling thrust yet while firing his first blast. The two jock studs pounded their loads into the well used jock cunt between them. Greg's viscous load nearly drowning the rookie, while Cam's bred his ass full, soothing the well fucked tissue of his greedy, milking muscle ass.
Christian felt himself being moved by the two men even as he felt himself drifting away, he was barely aware of being laid against Cam's muscular side, of curling his leg up and over the quarterback's powerful thigh. He was even slightly less aware of Greg's beefy body spooning against his back as he drifted off to the feel of his own heartbeat syncing up with the one beating under his spread palm, and the one against his sweaty back.