Date: Wed, 22 Jan 2014 17:38:18 -0500 From: ACD x Subject: NFL playoffs (part 4) NFL Playoffs (Part 4) 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. (Don't worry, guys. Decker's coming.) NFC Semifinal - 49ers vs. Panthers - Charlotte, NC After a game like that, it was kinda unavoidable that Colin Kaepernick and Cam Newton were gonna fuck like dogs. Teams, fans, coaches, media, everybody had hyped it up so much that when the teams nearly came to blows early in the game, the announcers just shrugged it off and the refs kept their flags in their pockets. But even professional athletes can't build pressure like that without an ultimate release. The quarterbacks weren't the only ones who felt the raw emotion of the game spill over into other animal needs. On one play, Panthers linebacker Luke Kuechly, 6'3, 235 and built like a house, found himself holding down the tackled Michael Crabtree a little longer than necessary, enjoying the feel of Crabtree's bulk beneath him, his hand lingering on Crabtree's tight stomach. And the 49ers receiver himself couldn't help but notice when Luke finally lifted himself off that the 22-year-old stud's dick was rock-hard in his black football pants, its impressive length dragging across Crabtree's round muscle ass under his gold uniform. The briefest image played through his mind -- Luke Kuechly, stripped bare and fucking Michael Crabtree into his bed, Crabtree's own cock slapping against his tight stomach -- before they broke contact and he let his focus return to the next play. Later in the game, Carolina tight end Greg Olsen found himself downed by Eric Reid, the Niners safety straddling Olsen's thickly muscled 6'5 body. The two players' eyes met through their helmets and the look held, carrying an exchange of silent need and desire between the two pro athletes. It wasn't till one of Reid's teammates finally reached a hand out to help him up that he realized he'd been slowly but needfully grinding his tight ass against the hardening bulge in Olsen's jock. And the tension wasn't limited to guys on opposing squads. Carolina kicker Graham Gano caught himself more than once eyeing the ample bulge in a teammate's uniform as he walked by and imagining himself tonguing and swallowing that meaty jock dick. And the 49ers' backup QB Colt McCoy had an ass so fucking round and tight and inviting that at one point, in one imagined instant, Anquan Boldin was fucking Colt right there on the field, driving his teammate into the grass, Vernon Davis had Colt slammed against the wall of the locker room and impaled on his thick beast, Davis's backup tight end Vance McDonald was kissing Colt as he fucked the horny Texan QB in a pristine hotel bed, and the little muscle-stud punt returner LaMichael James was palming those two muscular cheeks in each hand and simply jackhammering Colt's tight cunt till the cute white boy's dick sprayed jizz. McCoy turned around a second later and caught the four of them staring at him, failing to notice the obvious ridge of fat, hard meat in each 49er's uniform pants. His brow furrowed innocently: "What?" But inevitably the most pressure of all landed on each team's quarterback and team leader. And inevitably it was Cam and Colin who finally let it all explode out. Later neither QB would remember who initiated it, or even whether anybody had initiated it. It kinda just seemed like when Colin finished with the press and the team celebrations and finally walked out of the Niners' locker room, Cam was there waiting, dressed in a simple gray three-piece. And Colin just kinda looked at his rival and followed Cam out to his ride. For his part Kap hadn't seen the need to dress up for the reporters and wore a burgundy 49ers t-shirt that clung to his muscled upper body. Cam resisted the urge to look over at the other quarterback as they drove from the lot, the Charlotte cops clearing a path all the way to the interstate. He could picture it, though -- Colin's chest swollen prominently into the shirt, the hard nubs of his nipples poking into the fabric. His arms, tight against the sleeves, tattoos bursting from underneath the plain color of the shirt. Colin's thick trunk of a neck, broad shoulders, wide-spread lats, all testing the strength of the seams where fabric hugged muscle. Kap had the luxury of sneaking glances when Cam Newton's eyes were on the road. His eyes trailed over the taut, sinewed forearms of the defeated QB. Then down to where Cam's enormous quads bulged into his pinstriped suit. Finally back up to where a long, thick cock snaked obviously down the leg of Cam's pants. Each time only a glimpse. But each time enough to get Colin Kaepernick's own heart thumping and his own dick throbbing in his jeans. When they finally got to Cam's palatial place in the suburbs, both quarterbacks were about to bust through their zippers they were so goddamn hard. Yet they both still managed a cool, even swagger as they stepped from the car and walked in the front door. Colin's first words were silenced with a kiss that was practically shoved against his lips. Cam's hand was already groping down the front of Colin's jeans, instantly finding the San Francisco QB's hard-on and grasping it desperately through the denim. Kaepernick met his grip with a slow grind into Cam's hand, fucking his still-sheathed cock into Cam's fingers. Colin's own hands were tugging off Cam's suit jacket, tie, vest, then unbuttoning, then ripping, buttons spraying across the hardwood floor. Cam broke the kiss for half a second and Colin's lips slipped across Cam Newton's impossibly square jaw, over the smooth caramel skin of his neck, tasting the other quarterback for the first time, smelling his body wash, his cologne. Now Colin's hands had broken into the busted-open shirt, palms on Cam's bare chest, then slipping down over Cam's stomach. "Fuck..." Colin Kaepernick breathed. Cam wasn't ready to talk yet, his own lips and tongue too occupied with Colin's own neck and jawline. He pulled back from Colin just long enough to pull Colin's t-shirt off in one motion, the rolling, sliding fabric suddenly retreating to reveal Kap's beautifully defined stomach, the light brown skin untouched by ink, then the decorated expanse of his chest and shoulders. Cam leaned down, nibbling on Colin's nipple, and Colin let out a soft moan. The Carolina QB was still pulling off clothes, pulling on Kaepernick's belt, unbuttoning his jeans. Cam's hand shoved into Colin's pants as he knelt lower, biting and licking Colin's cobbled abs. His throwing hand, firm and flexible, was wrapped around the Niner quarterback's dick, feeling its length, its girth, its utter heat and hardness as Colin thrust into Cam's grip. Then Cam was pulling off Colin's jeans too, staring at Colin's arousal aching obviously into his red silk boxers. Those followed shortly after, and suddenly Cam Newton was on his knees, his lips just half a foot from Colin Kaepernick's painfully hard dick. Kap didn't even have time to wonder, didn't have time to open his mouth to ask. "Unghh...ffffuck..." Colin grabbed Cam's broad, muscular shoulders, scrunching up the remains of Cam's shirt collar in his hands, as Cam took his cockhead between his lips and started licking the head with his tongue. Kap's abs flexed tighter, his biceps swelled, his front teeth bit down on his lower lip and his eyes clenched as Cam Newton started sucking dick. Those lips were fucking magic, Colin quickly realized. This dude could suck cock better than any girl he'd ever known. Cam rapidly took him deeper, swallowing 5 inches, 6. Colin slammed his head back against the wall in uncontrollable pleasure. He looked down. Fuck, it was a beautiful sight -- Cam Newton had a wide, grinning mouth that could open a long way, and with the kind of cock Kaepernick was packing in his uniform he needed every inch. Those lips, that tongue seemed to massage Colin's dick, drawing up that load that was already churning in Colin's balls. God, he never knew a guy could suck dick this good. It went on for minutes, Colin alternately moaning and biting his lip in tortured silence, until suddenly that wonderful pressure was gone and Cam was face to face with him again. "C'mon." Newton's voice was hoarse and brooked no disagreement. As he turned away, Colin followed, holding his hard, precome-leaking length. Cam was unbuckling his own belt as he walked, then his suit pants, kicking them off as he turned down the hall. Colin's dick throbbed even harder as he took in the sight of Cam Newton's round ass covered only by a pair of tight navy boxer briefs, bobbing as Cam made his way down the hall. Moments later they were in a spacious bedroom. Cam turned, looking over his shoulder. He smiled for the first time that night. "Top drawer," he said, then climbed on the bed. Kaepernick reached in the drawer, slicked up his angry-hard cock as well as he could without setting himself right off, shuddering in pleasure. It was nothing compared to what was coming. Kap came up behind the other QB, marveling at just how fucking big Cam Newton was. He started with Cam's ass, his hands feeling out the massive round bulges of muscle, feeling Cam twitch as he slid a finger between those muscular cheeks. Colin licked his lips as his fingers slipped upward, running over the ridged definition of Cam's stomach, the thick-swollen slabs of Cam's pecs. Colin inched closer, his cockhead sliding slick over Cam's barely-clad ass. The older quarterback let one hand slip beneath the waistband in front, tugging Cam's underwear slowly down. "Jesus..." Kaepernick breathed as he finally took Cam's own cock in his hand. It was fucking huge, fucking thick, and extremely fucking hard. Cam was already wet, his beautiful cock leaking a clear stream of jizz down the shaft. Colin stroked him just twice before Cam jerked free, breathing hard as he moved Colin's hands back to his hips. "Fuck me," Cam Newton whispered. Kap pulled Cam's briefs off the rest of the way, let the other QB kick them to the floor. Then without another word, Colin Kaepernick spread those massive legs apart, took a deep breath, and drove his slick, hard cock deep into Cam Newton's tight, wet cunt. Cam moaned in pleasure, freely, unashamed. His back arched, he drove his hips backward, meeting Colin's first thrust. And when the 49er quarterback pulled back, Cam's ass relaxed, then drew him in again, then again, taking Colin Kaepernick's fuck like the professional that he was. Colin kept looking down at his dick driving into that perfect round ass, his teeth clenched, his biceps and forearms swollen and veined as he held Cam's hips steady and fucked him. Cam's back and shoulders spread like wings as Cam held himself up on the bed, the quarterback's body a muscular work of art. It wasn't long before Colin Kaepernick felt his balls tighten up, his cock swell harder than it had probably ever been before. "Gonna come," he grunted, and then he did, that beautiful, ripped body hardening like a diamond as Kaepernick sank himself deep and came hard into Cam Newton's hole. It was fucking ecstasy. He'd never had better sex, woman or man. Simply put, Cam Newton was the perfect fuck. And Colin Kaepernick knew, as he pulled free and lay back to catch his breath, that even though his team had come out on top today these two men were equals, and it was time he acted that way. If Kap thought Cam would be surprised when he spread his own powerful legs and leaned back on his elbows, staring up at the still achingly-hard Carolina QB with a nervous but inviting look, then he didn't know Cam Newton very well. But he did enjoy the look on Cam's face when he reached a lube-slick pair of fingers between Colin Kaepernick's legs. "Fuck...you shaved?" A grin spread slowly over Cam's face even as a smirk crossed Colin's lips. "I keep my shit neat," was all Kap would say. In reality he'd known something like this might happen...he was too fucking amped and too fucking horny after the last two weeks not to take it by the neck when the opportunity arose. But to Cam Newton it had the effect of an electric jolt. A hungry look came over the other quarterback as he drank in Colin's naked, ripped body. "Wanted to fuck your sweet ass all fuckin' game, boy," Cam growled. Cam's dick was soaking wet, the head almost purple, the thick shaft bulging with veins. It prodded at Colin's entrance and the 49er QB sucked in air. "All fuckin' season, more like." Cam leaned in, one hand palm-down on Colin's chest, the other poised on Colin's inner thigh. "I'ma enjoy the fuck outta this." "Unnghhh!" Colin Kaepernick groaned as he felt Cam Newton enter him. Fuck, Cam was big. Thick, too. Colin's hands rested on his pecs, his fingers curled over the muscle, holding himself as Cam Newton drove his cock deeper. He didn't look up often, but when he did it turned him the fuck on -- Cam looked incredible towering over him, his broad chest and rippling stomach gleaming with sweat, his face wearing a look of determination. Colin would have loved his own face too, his eyes lidded, his jaw slack. As Cam's cock sank further inside, Kap's hands slipped down the front of his muscular body, now resting on his stomach. "Ungh, fuck..." Kaepernick's hips turned, his face twisting with discomfort as Cam kept coming. Then Cam Newton's wide cockhead hit home. "Awwhh FUCK." Kaepernick bucked his hips as Cam grazed his nut, the stud 49er suddenly wanting more, wanting it all. Suddenly it was Cam's hands on Colin's chest, on his stomach, holding him down, pressing that powerful body against the bed as Cam drew himself back then plowed deep into Colin Kaepernick again. "Aw fuck, fuck yeah, FUCK me!" The gates were open. Cam built up the pace, fucking Colin harder, deeper. His own huge ass drove his hips forward unrelentingly, while his chest and stomach and arms shone bright and slick with perspiration, definition popping from the dark skin. "Fuck me, Cam," Kaepernick said, quieter now. He'd started to regain control of himself and was slowly stroking his rock-hard prick. His abs crunched together in a neat, slightly staggered line as he rocked his body forward to meet Cam's deepening thrusts. "Yeah, Cam, fuck me..." Kaepernick's cock drooled onto those abs, then began slapping against them as Cam hoisted Colin's legs onto his broad shoulders and fucked the Niners QB even deeper. Cam alternated expertly, now quick, punching strokes, shaking Colin's entire body, then long, deep plunges, bottoming out in Kaepernick's jock cunt. Cam growled, his cock like a steel rod prodding into Kaepernick's deepest recesses, all 245 pounds of Cam's bulk committed to fucking a load out of the San Francisco quarterback. And Kap was nearly fucking there. Every time Cam's dick slammed into him, it was like a throbbing pulse of electricity deep inside him, radiating out from that spot to the bottom of his hard-churning balls, to the ends of his fingers and toes, to the very tip of his ultra-hard, sopping-wet cock. Kaepernick reached up and put his hands on Cam's stomach, loving the tight, hard definition, but also the sheer bulk of that big quarterback body. In the end, Cam didn't even have to touch him. "Fuck, 'mgonna come." Cam grinned. He was close himself but he could tell he was gonna get two loads from his rival quarterback before he gave up his own. And in fact it was feeling Colin Kaepernick spill over the edge that finally did it. He felt Kap's ass grab his cock like a vice as Colin came again, Colin's dick pumping another load of cream all over his abs to match the one he'd just emptied into Cam Newton. Colin didn't touch himself at all, just let that gorgeous cock explode as he let out a gasping moan. And Cam was right behind him -- as Colin's chute tightened around Cam's pistoning beast, the Carolina QB leaned back and let out a roar of pleasure as he fired shot after shot of hot, thick NFL cream deep into Colin Kaepernick's tight jock ass. A few seconds later, the two quarterbacks collapsed onto the bed together in a heap of muscle, sweat, and come. But soon enough Colin felt Cam's soft lips on his chest, then his neck. He opened his eyes and looked into Cam's before meeting the other QB in a slow, soft kiss. Cam smiled into Kap's lips. "Good luck in Seattle, man."