Date: Thu, 7 Jul 2011 02:11:47 -0400 (EDT)
From: scotttimscott09@aol.com
Subject: "A Quarterback's Tale" (Part 2)

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by sexual situations between adults and minors.

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"A QUARTERBACK'S TALE"
Part 2

	By the time Scott arrived at Matt's house the after-game
celebration was running at full tilt. Scott had mentioned earlier that he
would have to make a side trip to his own home to unload some of his gym
gear (probably my pilfered cup that was now coated with my flavorful
seed). I, too, had stopped at my house only for the reason of having to rub
out another load. I figured it would not be good to walk around with a
raging woody all night. Not cool. I mean I was a guest after all. And it
was a "guys only" thing. Ahh...guys only. Yes!

	Anyway, when Scott walked in the guys practically accosted
him. Like I said earlier we all played a hell of a game, but my man Scott
made the final and winning TD so he deserved what he got.

	I think Scott was also a little embarrassed with all the attention
(he was somewhat of an introvert). I just stood off to the side as the guys
grabbed him; tousling his blond locks and smacking his cute bubble
butt. Every once in a while he looked my way with his eyes cast down;
probably because of what had happened earlier in the locker room. I smiled
at him, giving the thumbs up. He seemed to relax after that and broke in to
a wide grin. His baby blue eyes sparkling in the light and his perfect
teeth breaking out between his luscious lips. He silently mouthed a "thank
you" that only I could decipher. I nodded silently and moved on to talk to
some of the guys.

	My man Brandon (one of the Running Backs) was really pumped as he
insisted on giving us a play-by-play reenactment of some of the final game
moments. As I listened to his delivery I found myself polarized by his
sleek nose and steely gray eyes. He was definitely looking hot but I
quickly took control of my lust and just listened to his delivery. Then for
some reason his eyes began locking into mine as he continued to speak. I
thought maybe he was checking me out. Was he? His eyes then began traveling
up and down my body. I had changed into a really tight pair of black jeans
along with a form-fitting top. Hell, I felt good about myself tonight and
was not afraid to display what I had. My dick, big but not huge (at that
point anyway) snaked down my right pant leg. The top I chose enhanced my
chiseled abs.

	Then it was my time to check him out as his eyes averted to the
others. As I continued looking at him, I swore he had started to get
chubbed, and was kinda' moving nervously to the left and then to the
right. As he shifted his legs back and forth I could actually see up inside
the leg of his shorts. He had on some hot-looking briefs that supported a
massive (and growing) bulge. Good mental fodder for when I got home later
that night.

	He was really giving me eyeful and I was loving it.

	Now a fantasy begins to enter my mind: How hot would it be to
slowly get up and kneel between his outstretched legs as he continued his
spiel. I would let my hands travel up his legs, massaging his strong and
sturdy inner thighs as he spoke. Then I would free-up one hand, grasping at
the elastic waistband of his shorts and his underwear unleashing his
semi-stiff dick. As I pull his clothes downward I carefully hook them under
his nuts. Now his two bloated balls are jutting out with his dick flopped
over them and hanging to the side. I would then grab a hold of the helmeted
head and start rolling it in my fingers while cupping his 'nads. The more I
do this the more animated he becomes. Pretty soon he's fully erect and hard
as a fuckin' railroad spike.

	My mind's eye I begin roaming around the room. All the guys are
lookin' at me totally fuckin' stunned. I mean Mike's and Frankie's mouths
were practically dropping to the floor and their eyes were poppin' out of
their heads. "Fuck 'em" I thought. "Deal with it."

	I turn back around to Brandon and start kissing the head of that
glorious piece of meat until it starts to leak pre. Easing my mouth down
over the head of his blood-engorged shaft I begin licking up some of that
warm, magical elixir. All of a sudden he becomes silent. His body is
outstretched as if he's surrendering to the fact I'm unashamedly feasting
on his body. He closes his eyes and grips the arms of the chair he's
sitting in. I then bury my nose deep into his nut sack, inhaling and heady
aroma which is permeating the air. Then, as if in some type of trance, he
stands up and towers over my kneeling body; his eyes are boring into
mine. Suddenly, and as unceremoniously as possible, he grabs me by the
sides of my head and begins to rub his thick, moist shaft all over my
face. My face is glistening with his dank perspiration. He releases his
shaft from his hand. It had fully grown to its 8 majestic inches, sticking
out at a proud 90-degree angle.

	His fingers begin to travel downward until he gets to my mouth
which he pries open with his ten strong digits. Trickles of sweat are
beading his forehead and the muskiness continues to emanate from his
groin. With my mouth now agape he begins sawing his bone in and out. It
feels fuckin' awesome and tastes great. The more he plunges the more my
throat relaxes until he finally succeeds in getting the entire length down
my esophagus. My eyes are actually watering from his assault, but I'm not
gonna give up. I worked too hard to suffer any type of defeat. As my nose
grinded against his neatly shaved pubic area my breathing became heavier. I
was gasping for breath, but he just held my head in place. I was not going
anywhere; at this point it was up to him. He was calling all the shots.

 He didn't care about my pleasure. He just cared about his own. He began to
leak more pre into my mouth until it was actually dripping out of the
corners of my lips and then sliding down my neck coating my Adam's
Apple. His hips began to quake as he continued to assault my upturned
face. He was lovin' it. I was lovin' it. The other guys were actually
lovin' it too. The way they were rubbing their own crotches at the juncture
of their long legs was pretty apparent.

	Then Brandon's body went totally still and stiff. With a muffled
groan, and his feet firmly planted on the floor, his body began to shiver
and he began to spew volleys of his white-hot nut into my mouth. The more
he shot the harder he grabbed onto my head. Load after load shot deep into
me and I felt it coating my entire throat, cascading all the way down to my
stomach. He must have shot 8 or 9 ropes of his cream by the time his body
finally relaxed. Looking down at me he removed his drained cock from my
mouth and I greedily licked off the remaining goo, smacking my lips
loudly. I scooped up the remnants of his nut with my fingertips and licked
them one by one, savoring his full flavor. Then, as suddenly as he had
gotten up he sat back down just as quickly, picking up his conversation
where he left off.

	All of a sudden I snapped out of my wanderlust. Wonder what the
guys would think? Should I live out a fantasy? Should I show the guys what
a cock hound I actually was? No. I was a guest. Again, not cool. Maybe I
just needed to chill.

	It then dawned on me I hadn't seen my man Matt since I got
there. Of course there were tons of guys all over the place but I really
wanted to thank Matt for the invite. Oh well, I figured I'd run into him
eventually.

	I was getting thirsty at that point, as my mouth had gotten very
dry during my daydreaming. I asked the guys where the drinks were. Frankie
directed me to the setup out on the deck.

	"Damned this backyard is huge" I said to myself. I mean a stone
barbecue that had to be 6 feet high and a 40-foot inground pool. I knew his
'rents had money but I never expected this, but then again with the 3-car
garage I saw when I pulled up I should not have been surprised.

	I began diggin' around in the coolers placed around the deck and
came up with a diet soda. No beer or alcohol appeared to be on the menu due
to tomorrow's Saturday afternoon practice. Just as good I thought. We
needed to be on top of our game. We needed to concentrate.

	I was just kinda hangin' out on the deck takin' in the cool autumn
air. The sky was a little overcast but the haze of a full moon could still
be seen behind the clouds. Yea, I like the stars and moon and stuff. Sue
me.

	Walking around in the backyard I suddenly felt I wasn't
alone. About 40 feet away from me I hear the crackling of leaves and
twigs. Maybe it's a squirrel or a raccoon lookin' for some grub. I get
closer to the source of the sound and from the corner of my eye I see the
silhouette of a person at the edge of the woods that surrounds the
property. Then adjusting my gaze and there were now two silhouettes in
total; one standing up and one crouching down. There were accompanying
muffled sounds coming from the same area. I strained to listen but I could
not make out what was being said. As I eased even closer, my foot stepped
on a twig making crackling noises under its pressure. Damned! The tall
shadowy figure turned in my direction. I was frozen in
position. Fortunately a big ole raccoon went scampering by and into the
darkness. The figure turned back around. I guess I was "unbusted" at this
point. Phew!

	Now, being in range I could begin to hear some of the conversation
that was taking place: "Oh man, I've so wanted this for I don't know how
long" came the low, masculine voice. "I mean I've been dreaming of this
moment to show you how hot I think you are; your body is so freakin'
awesome dude. Please, may I taste it? Please?" the voice continued.

	"Well dude, you better get busy. I haven't got all night. We both
have practice tomorrow afternoon. I have to get to bed pretty soon and I
can't afford to be sexually drained if we're to have a good practice. So
time's a wastin'."

	The voice sounded familiar. There was a certain delivery in his
words. Kinda like Matt's... OMG it is Matt. There was no mistaking him once
I saw that recognizable tat on his bicep. No wonder I hadn't seen him up
until then. He was gettin' ready to feed his nut to some hot, cum-hungry
teammie.

	Oh fuck, this is gonna be so hot. I began to look on with eager
interest. All I could see from the back was Matt's hot ass pistoning back
and forth as he fed his hot shaft into the willing, eager mouth before him.

	On that note the clouds in the sky began to dissipate and I could
see the figure kneeling on the ground with his full lips wrapped around the
pulsing meat that was presented to him. Matt began rocking back and forth
on his balls of his feet. His hands began to grab and tug at the long, wavy
brown locks atop the head of his sucker. Quick. Think. Who has hair down to
his shoulders. Think. Think.

	Fuck! It was Paul. I never thought I'd see him in that position. I
mean the dude was friendly with all the gay guys at school, but it never
dawned on me that he played for that team too (pun intended). Man, now this
was way hot and so fuckin' random.

	Imagine that. Paul, a Guard on his knees suckin' on the team's
Center. He was groaning with such need that I thought he was gonna
explode. Paul's hands were grasped around the thick thighs of Matt as he
impaled that shaft deep into his throat. He began pleading "Dick my face
dude. And I mean dick it good." Matt willingly obliged the request. He
jammed that puppy deep down Paul's hungry throat with such force I thought
it would come out of the back of his neck. But Paul was lovin' it. He
slurped and swallowed on the beautiful rod until it was all the way down
his gullet. He couldn't get enough. The pubes at Matt's crotch were
beginning to scratch the eyelids on Paul's chiseled face. Paul then reached
up and grabbed Matt's ass; massaging those tight masculine globes with his
strong, agile fingers.

	Matt loved how Paul was treating his glutes. He thought to himself
"The hours of working-out are now paying off. My ass must be totally hot to
this guy. This guy's really into it." All of a sudden Paul spun Matt around
and began licking those hot ass cheeks. Working his tongue all around and
occasionally nipping at the hot flesh with his teeth. Matt was in
ecstasy. It felt oh so good.

	Paul then slowly slid down Matt's shorts and let them fall around
his feet. He then began to slather the towering thighs with the saliva
forming on his tongue. It sent chills up Matt's body. Matt then leaned
against the tall oak tree and dug his feet into the topsoil. He jutted his
hot ass out further for Paul to have his fill. "So fuckin awesome" Matt
said to himself.

	After surrendering himself to the probing of Paul' eager hands and
tongue for a good amount of time he suddenly spun around, his face etched
with need. Once again he grabbed Paul's hair and slid that thick tool of
his easily down Paul's throat. As Paul was deep-throating that hot spear of
flesh his hands began traveling up to Matt's 6-pack abs. He felt the the
ridges that formed this solid, toned area. He let his hands and fingers
linger for a while until they began to make their journey higher up to
Matt's nips. He gingerly touched the protruding nubs until they became
further erect. With the tips of his fingers he made small circles over the
entire region and then began toying with them using his thumb and
forefinger. This caused Matt to get boned even more. Never had he felt
anything this good in his fuckin' life.

	He couldn't take it any more. He had to shoot. He had to nut. He
had to cum like never before.

	He now savagely stabbed that dick down Paul's upturned mouth. He
liked seeing his dick so engorged. It seemed bigger than ever before. It
was totally red and pulsating at this point. The veins and shaft were
bloated with improbable amounts of blood. He was getting close to the edge
and he knew it. All he said was "You ready dude?" Paul looked up nodding
his sweaty brow and said "Let it rip dude. Let it rip."

	And rip it did. In animalistic heat his dick began spewing that
red-hot nut deep into the recesses of Paul's throat. Paul was lapping it up
as fast as he could. Every volley of cum that shot out of Matt was matched
with a deep, gurgling swallow, as Paul welcomed it down his throat. The
more Matt shot the tighter grip Paul had on his thighs, as if wanting it to
never end. It was like a spigot turned on full blast. And it was
wonderful. His mouth became so full of Matt's juices at one point that it
began seeping out of the corners of his mouth, continuing to drip down his
neck and finally disappearing into the collar of his tee.

	Matt's orgasm finally ebbed, but as he tried to pull away Paul
grabbed his cock and lovingly sucked the last remnants off the crown of
flesh. Only when it was totally clean did Matt reach down for his shorts
and pants, bringing them back up around his trim waist and snapping them
into place. Paul then rose up and kissed the nape of Matt's neck, relishing
that animalistic smell that emanated from his its warm, sun-kissed skin.

	It was only after Matt began to stroll back and join his buds did
Paul realize that he actually creamed his own shorts. They were soaking
fuckin' wet with his own busted jizz. We're talkin' totally fuckin'
drenched. He hadn't even touched himself because he was too caught up in
pleasing Matt. He could not remember dropping a load as big as that in his
entire life. But then again he never had met a hotter stud than Matt.

	It was then that I appeared from around the corner as Matt stepped
onto the deck. "Hey, what's up dude?" I asked.

--Copyright 2011. Tim Scott.

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Okay guys. I'd like to continue this story if I get some positive
feedback. Continuing/expanding story lines and new characters can also be
handled if you like. You can e-mail me at scotttimscott09@aol.com. Oh, and
happy stroking.