Date: Mon, 29 Oct 2012 23:25:50 -0500
From: scmoore2009@gmail.com
Subject: The Rodgers Brothers, part 4

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Aaron was getting curious. He and Jordy had been hooking up now a couple
nights a week, and having a cock in his ass seemed to give Jordy a
tremendous amount of pleasure. Sometimes he'd cum two or three times while
Aaron was fucking him. And when he'd been with Jordan, things were so hot,
and Jordan would writhe around, waves of sexual energy moved through him.

Clearly getting fucked was something these guys enjoyed. Aaron had done a
lot of things the last couple months that he hadn't expected. He'd wanted
them, but hadn't expected them. Having a dick inside him wasn't something
he'd ever really considered, even though being with another guy was
something he'd fantasized about. But now that he'd been with a guy (two,
actually) for real, he wanted to know what that was like.

He wasn't sure, though, that he was quite ready to completely take that
step. Being curious and actually asking someone to fuck him were pretty far
apart in his brain. He know he could at least mess around, though, on his
own if he got some supplies. So he went online, and placed an order, and a
few days later after practice a box was waiting for him when he got home.

As promised, the box was unmarked and discrete. Aaron took it inside and
opened it, revealing the dildo he'd bought online. It felt pretty lifelike,
all things considered, and was about the length of Jordy's cock, but a
little less thick, which was what Aaron had been hoping for. Aaron's dick
started to harden as he played around with the toy, thinking about what
he'd be doing with it shortly.

He put the dildo back in the box so he could finish up a few things around
the house. As horny as he was, he'd feel guilty jacking off while the
breakfast dishes were still out and the huge pile of laundry in the bedroom
didn't at least have a dent in it. It didn't take him long to get his
chores done, and soon he was in the bedroom, stripping off the t-shirt and
gym shorts he'd worn to and from the practice facility. It hadn't been a
very hard practice, so he'd skipped showering there, and the musk of sweat
and football pads lingered on his body. It was a smell he loved,
particularly on Jordy.

Aaron stood in his boxers for a few seconds, his giant cock pushing against
them. He'd been hard most of the afternoon, and there was a wet spot where
the tip had rubbed against them and leaked. He grabbed it with his hand and
rubbed it through the fabric, shuddering as the feeling gripped him. He
walked over and reached into the drawer of his nightstand, pulling out a
bottle of lube. He set it on the bed and pulled his boxers down, freeing
his cock. He kicked them to the side and climbed into bed, the dildo in his
hand.

--

Jordan was in the visitors' locker room at Sanford Stadium in Athens, where
the `Dores had just been blown out by the Georgia Bulldogs 48-3. He stood
next to his locker, shirtless, having gotten his jersey and shoulder pads
off. As he got ready to pull off his pants, someone tapped him on the
shoulder.

"Sir, I was asked to give you this," a guy in a Georgia Athletic Department
polo said, handing him a note.

"Thanks," Jordan replied, unfolding the scrap of paper. It read:

"Shoot me a text with your room number and I'll come by the hotel later.
Aaron." A phone number was written across the bottom.

Jordan figured it was Aaron Murray, Georgia's quarterback whom he'd met a
couple times at various SEC functions. They got on well and always had a
good time when they saw each other, so Jordan was glad to hear he wanted to
hang out. Even though he was from the team that just beat him, he'd still
be a good distraction from the trouncing the Vanderbilt team had just been
put through.

Jordan stripped off his football pants and grabbed a pair of gym shorts to
pull on over his jock strap. He threw on a t-shirt and slipped on some
flip-flops before heading to the bus for the hotel. Showering could wait
until he got there. He pulled his phone out of the pocket of his shorts and
punched in the number from the note. "Room 217. End of the hall by the
vending machines. Should be back in a half hour or so," he texted. Somehow
he'd gotten lucky this trip and ended up having a room to himself, which
normally he wouldn't have liked but since the opposing quarterback was
coming to visit, it was probably for the best.

The rest of the team finally boarded the bus, and the ride to the hotel was
short, but Jordan was glad when it was over because he wasn't the only one
who'd skipped showering in the locker room. Coach Franklin gathered the
team outside the bus, and alerted them that they'd be leaving for the
airport at 8 a.m. sharp to fly back to Nashville.

The team filtered upstairs, and Jordan slid the keycard into the slot and
let himself into his room. He took his t-shirt off and threw it across the
room onto the floor by his bag. He kicked off his shorts and did the same,
walking over to the nightstand in just his jock strap and grabbing the
remote to turn on the TV. He flipped through the stations until he found a
movie he hadn't seen in a while, then pulled down the jock and added it to
the pile. His flaccid cock bounced as he walked toward the bathroom, where
he took a quick shower. He didn't know how much time he'd have before Aaron
arrived, but he wanted to get that done before he did.

He turned the shower on and while it warmed up he looked at himself in the
mirror. His hair was tussled from wearing his helmet for four hours, and
matted with sweat to his forehead. He ran his fingers through his hair,
bringing his hand to rest on the back of his neck. He caught a whiff of his
own musk wafting up from his armpit as he relaxed his shoulders, letting
his hand slide down to his chest then across his abs.

The shower was hot now, and the bathroom was starting to get steamy. Jordan
was starting to sweat again, and he continued to examine himself in the
mirror as he let his hand fall from his belly down to his crotch. His cock
jumped a bit when his hand got to it, and it started to stiffen. Jordan
pulled down on his ball sack, separating it from the sticky, sweat covered
skin on his thighs, and pulled on his cock a couple times. The image of
Aaron Murray popped into his head, and he moaned a little as he thought
about the hot piece of ass that would be in his hotel room in a matter of
minutes. He was almost fully hard, and he wished he could jack off, but he
was expecting a visitor and that would have to wait.

Aaron parked behind the hotel and was lucky to find one of the doors
slightly open so he could sneak in. He wasn't sure he wanted to be seen
waltzing in the front door of the visiting team's hotel, especially when it
was after midnight. He found the stairs and went up to the second floor,
easily counting down to room 217.

He wasn't sure how he was going to go about this. He'd heard the rumors
about Jordan and his sexual escapades. And dude was hot, there was no
doubt. But how would he make this happen? He stood outside the door for a
second, leaning his muscular 6-foot-1 frame against the wall. He brought
his hand up and stroked his chiseled jaw, thinking for a bit about what it
was he was here for. His cock stirred in his jeans, but he knew he needed
to get out of the hallway before someone saw him so he turned and knocked
on the door.

Jordan turned off the shower and opened the curtain, grabbing a towel of
the rack and drying himself off. His cock was still half-hard, and the
attention from the towel didn't help the situation. All of a sudden, he
heard the knock on the door. "Shit," he said to himself, quickly drying the
rest of himself and wrapping the towel around his waist. He left the
bathroom, and opened the door to the room to reveal Aaron standing there.

"Hey, man, sorry, I just got out of the shower. Come on in."

The bulge under the towel where Jordan's semi-hard on protruded from his
body didn't escape Aaron's glance. He felt the effect on his own dick but
quickly moved inside the door to keep it from becoming obvious.

"No worries, bro. I just did the same thing back at the stadium. You in
here alone?"

"Yeah, dude. I got the lucky draw this trip, I guess."

Jordan walked over to his bag and bent over, rooting around inside for some
clothes to put on. Aaron took in the sight of Jordan's tight ass bent over
under the towel, and he knew he couldn't wait much longer to get the ball
rolling on this endeavor.

"Sorry again for not being more put together," Jordan said, laughing, as he
grabbed some boxers and some clothes to put on.

"I mean, I'm not seeing anything I don't like," Aaron said, moving toward
where Jordan was standing.

Jordan dropped the clothes in his hand, not really believing what he'd just
heard. He stood up and turned around, finding Aaron standing right in front
of him.

"What?"

"You heard me, bro. Your body's hot. I could stand here and look at you all
day."

Jordan laughed. "Good joke, dude. Grab a seat on one of the beds if you
want."

"I'm not kidding, Jordan. I've heard the rumors about you hooking up with
guys in the conference. I've wanted a piece of you for a long time."

The bulge under the towel was growing as Jordan's cock grew toward its full
7.5 inches. Aaron and Jordan looked into each other's eyes, and Jordan quit
doubting Aaron's seriousness as Aaron reached down and started to rub his
cock through the towel. Aaron leaned in and kissed him, and before long the
two were exploring each other's mouths with their tongues. Jordan broke
away briefly.

"I don't have a lot of time, here. It's almost 1 and we have to be out of
here before 8."

"We better not waste any time then," Aaron said, smiling, as he pulled his
t-shirt over his head and tossed it aside. Jordan took in the sight of
Aaron's smooth, muscular torso as Aaron undid his belt and let his jeans
fall to the floor. He kicked off his shoes and pushed his jeans to the
side, standing in front of Jordan in just a pair of plaid boxers. He leaned
in and kissed him again, and the two ran their hands over each other's
backs as they moved toward one of the beds.

Aaron fell back across the bed and Jordan fell on top of him. Their
hairless chests rubbed against each other as they continued to kiss, and
the towel came loose from around Jordan's waist. Jordan moved down and
kissed Aaron's neck, rubbing his pecs with his hands as he slid down toward
Aaron's abs. He continued to kiss his way down Aaron's body, and moved his
hands down to his boxers. He hooked his fingers underneath the waistband
and pulled them down as he moved onto his knees between Aaron's
legs. Aaron's hairy thighs framed a cock that was about as long as Jordan's
but a little thicker, with low hanging balls beneath it. Jordan wrapped his
hand around Aaron's dick, jerking it a couple times as Aaron moaned.

"What do you want me to do, bro?" Jordan asked. "What should I do with
this?"

"Oh god, Jordan, suck me off."

"What was that?"

"Blow me, Jordan. I'm so turned on. I want your mouth on my cock."

Jordan lowered his head down and licked around the piss slit of Aaron's
dick. Aaron's body tensed and he bucked his hips, pushing his cock toward
Jordan's mouth. Jordan swirled his tongue around the head, using one of his
hands to continue jerking the shaft, just as he'd done for his brother. He
finally started taking the rest of Aaron's cock into his mouth, and Aaron
moaned as Jordan got closer and closer to the root.

"Oh, Jordan. Damn you're good at this!" Aaron called out, grabbing the back
of Jordan's head and enjoying the waves of pleasure that moved through him
as Jordan moved his mouth up and down. Jordan tasted precum leaking onto
his tongue as he blew Aaron, and he reached down and started jerking
himself off as he kept going.

There was a trace of gameday scent on Aaron's body, and Jordan could smell
it as he bobbed up and down. The musky smell was intoxicating, and as
Aaron's pubes tickled his nose, Jordan was completely oblivious to anything
else happening around him. He moaned, the vibrations moving through Aaron's
crotch, and the two men reveled in the sexual energy permeating the room.

Aaron finally pulled Jordan back up on top of him and kissed him again,
deeper than before. Jordan was on all fours over him, and lowered himself
down to grind his crotch against Aaron's while they made out. Aaron put his
hands on Jordan's chest and pushed him back.

"I want you inside me."

"You sure?"

"Yes. Fuck me, Jordan. Fuck me now."

Jordan was happy to oblige. He usually bottomed, but Aaron had a nice,
tight ass. And he was begging for Jordan's cock, so Jordan wasn't one to
complain. He slid back as Jordan bent his knees and propped up his
asshole. Jordan spat in his hand a couple times, and lubed himself up. He
lined up his cock with the Aaron's hole, and popped the head of his cock
inside.

"Ughhh," Aaron grunted, his body tensing at the intrusion. Jordan leaned
in, looking right in Aaron's eyes.

"You ok, bro?"

"Yeah, dude. Keep going."

Jordan did what he was asked, and pushed further into Aaron. He never lost
eye contact with the other quarterback, and the two stared deeply at each
other as Jordan bottomed out in Aaron's hole.

"Oh god, dude. Your ass is tight," Jordan said, wiggling his hips and
moving his cock around inside Aaron.

"Mmmmm," Aaron moaned. "This feels so good. Do it. Fuck me."

Jordan started thrusting in and out, and Aaron writhed underneath him as
Jordan's cock pulsed inside of him. He cried out, begging Jordan to fuck
him harder and faster, eventually wrapping his hairy legs around the small
of Jordan's back and using them to pull him in as far as he could.

Jordan wrapped his arms up underneath Aaron's shoulders, and kissed his
neck as he pounded away at his ass. He felt Aaron's cock, hot and leaking,
rubbing up against his belly, and he knew neither of them was bound to last
much longer. He pulled back, standing up and pulling Aaron to the edge of
the bed. Aaron lifted his legs, and Jordan plunged his cock into Aaron's
ass again, gripping his hips and pounding him hard.

Aaron grabbed his cock and jacked it as it leaked precum onto over his
belly.

"I'm getting close bro. Keep going," he said, his face contorted as he
dealt with the pleasure coming from his ass. Jordan was hitting new places
inside of him now that they'd switched positions, and he could fell his
orgasm building.

Jordan gripped Aaron's legs and keep fucking as fast and hard as he
could. The rhythmic slapping of Jordan's thighs and Aaron's ass grew louder
as Jordan gained determination.

"I got you, dude. I'm gonna make it happen. You ready? You ready to cum for
me, bro?"

Jordan's coaching pushed Aaron over the edge.

"Yes! Oh god, yes!" Aaron shouted as his cock erupted all over his stomach
and chest. Jizz went everywhere as Aaron unloaded, and his ass tightened
around Jordan's cock and pushed him closer to climax as well.

"Oh god, dude. Here we go. I'm gonna spunk in your ass. You want it, bro?"

"Yeah, man. Fill me up."

Jordan looked into Aaron's eyes again and Aaron smiled, coaxing him
on. Aaron was so hot, Jordan thought, and the smile did it for him. He
slammed his cock as far into Aaron's ass as he could, and jizz spurted deep
into Aaron. Jordan thrust a few more times as he came, dumping more spunk
into Aaron's asshole. It was a huge load, and Aaron could feel it starting
to leak out of him around Jordan's cock.

Jordan exhaled, sighing as his orgasm subsided. He bent down and kissed
Aaron again, his cock softening but still inside of him. The two continued
to kiss as Jordan pushed Aaron back on the bed and collapsed on top of
him. They were sticky with sweat and cum, and both looked pretty disheveled
as their toned bodies rubbed against each other.

--

Back in Green Bay, Aaron Rodgers laid on his back, his legs bent at the
knees, and gripped his cock first, giving it some attention before moving
on. After lubing up, he stroked it up and down, first with one hand, then
reaching down with the other and rubbing it with both. His big hands felt
great on his dick, which responded by spitting out some more precum onto
his belly.

He moaned, continuing to stroke with one hand but slowing down as he
squeezed some lube onto the tips of the fingers on the other. He pulled his
knees back as close as he could to the rest of his body and reached down,
rubbing around his asshole with his finger tips. It tickled, and made a
tingle run up through his cock. He loosened his muscles as much as he
could, and probed just inside the opening of his ass with one of his
fingers.

If that was any indication of what was to come, Aaron was all about
it. Just having the top of a finger in his ass sent a jolt through him. He
pushed the rest of his finger in as far as he could, but from the angle he
was at he could do a whole lot. He was moaning and groaning loudly. His
cock was rock hard, his asshole was lubed up, and he was ready for the main
event.

He squeezed some of the liquid out onto the dildo, and spread it around on
the toy as well as he could. He shimmied up on the bed, propping himself up
a bit on the pillows and against the headboard, giving himself better
access to his target.

"Here goes nothing," he thought, as he lowered the dildo toward his hole.

He loosened his muscles again, and pushed the head of the cock up against
himself. He got the same jolt he'd gotten when he put his finger there
before. His cock was laying up against his belly again, hot and leaking
onto his fuzzy, muscular torso. He gripped the dildo by the shaft and the
balls, and slowly pushed it into himself, first popping the head in, then
pausing while a wave of pain subsided.

"Unnffff," he grunted, clenching his teeth. The worst of the pain passed
quickly, but there was a lingering ache for a few seconds more. Aaron was
breathing hard. This was intense. He thought he'd mentally prepped himself
enough, but the initial burst of pain had him second guessing that. The
image in his brain of Jordan, his little brother, bent over the counter
between the rooms in his house in California riding his cock, moaning in
pleasure and jizzing all over the wall and floor, popped into his
head. Obviously this was enjoyable once you got through the first part. And
by that point, even the lingering pain had gone.

Slowly, he guided the dildo the rest of the way into his ass. His cock had
softened a bit before, but once the dildo was all the way in, it was back
to being rock-hard. As he suspected, the pleasure now well outweighed the
pain he'd felt before. His ass felt full, and every inch of the dildo was
stimulating him. He pulled it almost all the way out, then jammed it back
in.

"OH! Oh, god!" He shouted. The thrust of the dildo back in had cause him to
bust a nut all over his belly and chest. The ropes of jizz shot out of his
cock, landing on him and feeling so hot he thought they should be
steaming. It was one of the best orgasms he'd ever had.

He knew he wasn't done though. This felt too good to stop. As soon as the
cum was done spurting out of him, he got back to it, thrusting the dildo in
and out, gripping it with one hand while alternating between jerking
himself off and gripping one of his hairy legs with the other. He was still
moaning loudly, and he wondered if the neighbors could hear. He really
didn't care if they could, though. He and Jordy had been plenty loud before
too.

He moved the toy around as he fucked himself with it, trying to hit
different parts of his asshole. The smell of sweat was now joined by the
scent of spunk, and the musk was driving him insane. Finally he managed to
hit what must've been his g-spot, because he almost dropped another load
right then and there. It was like he'd been hit with a bolt of
lightening. He gripped his cock, which was leaking profusely at this point,
and repeated the action, hitting the spot again and again.

"Oh, god!" he shouted again. He was close. One or two more strokes and...

"AH! I'm cumming!" he screamed, not caring that no one was there to
hear. He shot again and again, adding more cum to the ropes and pools he'd
left on himself before.

This time, he was spent. He easily could have gone another round, and in
fact his cock was still pretty hard, but he'd worn himself out. He closed
his eyes and rubbed his hand on his belly, smearing the jizz and lube
around, and felt the dildo still buried deep in his ass.

He knew now that he had to have the real thing. He wanted Jordy to fuck
him, and to do it as soon as possible. But it could at least wait until
after he'd had a nap.

--

The next thing Jordan knew, someone was pounding on the door. He awoke with
a start, Aaron's arm around him, as he realized he was still curled up next
to him in the bed.

"Jordan? You awake in there?" Coach Franklin shouted. "Everyone's on the
bus, Jordan. I don't want to leave with out you but I will if I have to!"

Aaron was awake now too, and Jordan put a finger to his mouth to signal him
to be quiet. He got up off the bed and went to the door, cracking it open
and poking his head out.

"Sorry, coach. Forgot to set an alarm. Gimme five minutes and I'll be out."

"Damn it, Jordan, I told you last night we had to be out of here at 8! It's
almost 8:15! Hustle up!"

Coach turned and headed down the hall, and Jordan sighed with relief. He
quickly threw on the clothes he had planned to put on when Aaron had
arrived the night before, and threw the rest of his belongings into his bag
without much regard for organization. Aaron put his clothes back on while
Jordan packed, and the two kissed one last time before heading out.

"Don't be a stranger," Aaron said, groping Jordan's crotch.

"I don't think you need to worry about that," Jordan responded, stealing
one last kiss before bolting down the hall to catch the bus. Aaron snuck
out the back door and hoped no one would recognize him in the parking lot.

--

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