Date: Fri, 20 Jul 2001 11:24:19 -0700 (PDT)
From: fratbear <fratbear@excite.com>
Subject: "Gridiron Rivals: Part 2 of 6"

Warning: The following story contains explicit descriptions of gay sex,
so it you're under the age of 18, of a prudish temperament, or offended
by the very notion of gay sex... please do fuck off now.


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"Gridiron Rivals: Part 2 of 6"
by fratbear (fratbear@excite.com)

Chris and George waited in the hotel hallway, towels around their
waists. Chris had just knocked on the door, and George looked around
furtively, hoping that no one else would see him outside one of the
Bears' hotel rooms.
     The locks on the door were unlatched, and the door opened a crack.
George and Chris saw the handsome face of Brad Hardin peering out.
George glanced down, and noticed that Brad wasn't wearing anything
except a white towel wrapped hurriedly around his waist. Brad's
muscular, hairy chest was coated with a thin layer of sweat.
     "Hey, Chris," Brad said, grinning.
     "Am I interrupting you guys?" Chris asked.
     "Who's he?" Brad asked, referring to George.
     "This is George. He's with the Trojans," Chris said.
     "A Trojan?" Brad said with a tinge of disgust.
     "Don't worry, he's cool," Chris said. "Besides... he shares some of
the same interests as we do."
     "Really?" Brad said, his face lighting up. He looked over at
George's stout body standing before him. "I guess this night's gonna be
more fun than I expected."
     "But really," Chris said, "are we interrupting you and Chip?"
     "Yeah, but fuck it," Brad said, grinning. "Might as well double our
fun." He opened the door. "Come on in before the coach catches us."
     Chris pushed George through the door, and Brad closed it behind
them.
     "George, huh?" Brad said.
     "Yeah."
     "Brad Hardin," the large, handsome fullback said, extending his
hand. George shook it, feeling the other man's strong grip. "Come on,
don't be shy. Let me introduce you to Chip."
     Brad led George down a short hallway as Chris followed behind. The
men walked into a hotel bedroom with a king-size bed. Sitting on the bed
with a bedsheet pulled up to his chest was the massive figure of Chip
Chadwick.
     "Chip, say hi to George," Brad said. "He and Chris have decided to
join us for the night."
     "Cool," Chip said. "I'm always up for new members."
     Chris walked over to a chair in the corner of the room, dropping
the towel on the floor and settling his large body in the seat.
     "Aren't you gonna join in?" George asked.
     "I'll let you get introduced to Brad and Chip first," Chris said.
"Don't worry, they'll be nice to you."
     "We'll make you feel like you never have before," Brad said. "Chip,
why don't you show him?" Brad reached down and slowly pulled the
bedsheet off of Chip, revealing the tackle's massive body settled on the
soft mattress. His thick, long cock jutted out eight inches from a sea
of black hair.
     Chip grinned and ran his thick hand down his hairy chest. George
watched as Chip wrapped his hand around his shaft and began pumping it
in his fist. Chip opened his mouth and moaned.
     "Watch," Brad said to George. Brad untucked the towel around his
waist and let it fall to the ground, revealing his erect, nine-inch
cock, throbbing and dark red. Brad wrapped a strong hand around it and
began to pump it as he watched Chip jacking off on the bed. George
looked at Brad's powerful body standing right next to him. Brad flashed
a friendly grin at George, then closed his eyes and moaned.
     George couldn't help himself. He fell to his knees and took the
head of Brad's stiff cock into his mouth, sucking on it hungrily. Brad
looked down in surprise, then moaned in delight, taking his hand from
his cock and placing it on George's bobbing head.
     Chip looked over at the sight of George sucking on Brad's cock and
groaned, pounding his cock harder with his hand.
     From the corner of the room, Chris grinned with pride. He felt his
cock stirring and stiffening.
     George sucked eagerly on Brad's warm cock, only able to get a few
inches of it into his mouth. George's hand reached under his towel and
began to rub his own stiffening cock.
     Brad finally pushed George's head away from his cock and gripped
the Trojan's arms, lifting back into a standing position.
     "As much as I enjoy that, you are our guest," Brad said, running
his hand over George's thick chest.
     Brad reached down and pulled on George's towel, letting it fall
open. Brad tossed the towel to the floor and looked down at George's
stiffening cock. Brad reached down and rubbed George's cock between his
fingers. George moaned as his shaft hardened into a full erection.
     "Come on," Brad said, taking George's hand and leading him to the
bed. George climbed onto the bed and laid down next to Chip, who stopped
jacking off and scooted over to the side.
     Brad also climbed onto the bed, lying on his side next to George's
body. Brad bent his head down and took George's stiff cock into his
mouth, engulfing the entire length in his hot mouth. George grunted in
pleasure as he felt the hairs of Brad's moustache and beard tickling his
balls. Brad raised his eyes and looked up at George's grinning face
looking back down at him. Brad sucked harder on George's cock, causing
him to moan louder.
     George looked over at Chip, who grinned back lustfully. The large
tackle lay down on his stomach at the end of the bed and ran his hands
over Brad's muscular legs, which were covered with light-colored hair.
Chip finally took Brad's stiff nine-inch erection in his hand and sank
it into his warm mouth. Chip moaned as he tasted Brad's hard cock,
letting it slip in and out of his mouth.
     Brad shuddered and groaned as he felt Chip sucking hungrily on his
cock, and Brad slid George's shaft out of his mouth and began to lick up
and down the length of his erection. George trembled, gritting his teeth
in joy. Brad closed his eyes and groaned as Chip sank his shaft deep
into his throat. Chip was renowned among his buddies as an master deep-
throater. Brad felt his shaft completely enveloped in the warm moisture
of Chip's throat.
     "Uhhhh," Brad groaned as he buried his face in George's hairy,
paunchy stomach. George ran his hands through Brad's short hair as the
larger man threw his head back and cried out.
     Brad finally pulled his cock out of Chip's mouth and sat up, his
chest heaving heavily.
     "Not... yet," Brad managed to say.
     Chip grinned almost childishly and sat up as well. George looked at
the two naked, massive men sitting before him. Now he could picture them
on top of each other, their bodies heaving together. Two buddies from
small Texan towns who had found the perfect way to prove their
friendship to one another.
     Brad looked over at George and grinned, almost like it was out of
shyness. "I guess you see now."
     "Yeah," George said. "How long has it been since you guys shot your
loads?"
     "Almost three weeks," Brad answered.
     "Jeez," George replied. "No wonder it looks like you're in pain."
     "And you're gonna help us relieve it?" Chip asked, displaying his
famous, friendly smirk.
     "Who's first?" George asked.
     "Go ahead," Chip said to Brad. "Looks like you need to get your
rocks off more."
     "Thanks," Brad said, directing it to both of the men before him.
     "What do you want to do?" George asked.
     "Just stay right where you are," Brad said. "You're perfect."
     Chip produced a tube of lubricant and squeezed some into his hand.
He leaned over and rubbed it on Brad's red, stiff erection. Brad moaned.
     "Don't shoot it yet," Chip said mockingly.
     "I'm trying," Brad said, grinning at Chip. Finally, Chip backed
away, and Brad clambered over to George. "Ready?"
     "For anything," George said.
     Brad reached down and spread George's legs apart. George realized
that Brad was going to fuck him in a missionary position. Brad's cock
and body were so massive that he could do it. Brad bent his body back
and guided his slippery cock under George's balls, pressing it against
his opening.
     "Go ahead," George said.
     Brad pushed the head of his cock into George's ass, and George let
out a grunt. Brad's cock was even longer and thicker than Chris' had
been. George closed his eyes, absorbing the intense sensation. Brad
inhaled deeply as he pushed in further, sliding his shaft deeper into
George until it was in as far as it could go.
     Brad finally laid his body down on top of George's. George opened
his eyes, only to find Brad's friendly face looking down at his. George
smiled.
     "Let's go," George said.
     Brad grinned and heaved his body, slipping his cock out and pushing
back in, pounding George's body. George grunted, and his body shook.
Brad laughed gently and thrust in and out again.
     George wrapped his thick arms around Brad's muscular back and
hugged the large fullback close to him. Brad smiled and brought his
mouth down against George's, and the two men kissed passionately as
Brad's heaving body pounded in and out of George.
     Chris stood up and walked towards the bed, approaching Chip from
behind. Chip, his eyes transfixed on the two men fucking in front of
him, didn't notice Chris coming up behind him. Chip saw the movement out
of the corner of his eye and turned to find Chris standing before him,
his long cock standing at full attention.
     Chip grinned and leaned forward, swallowing Chris' cock to the
hilt. Chris groaned as Chip sucked expertly on his shaft, letting his
tongue glide across the sensitive surface. Chris thrust his body,
frantically fucking Chip's hot mouth.
     The whole sight was like a dream. Brad's perfectly muscled body
laid out on George's stocky figure, pounding against it as the two men
kissed. Chris' well-built figure towering over Chip as the larger tackle
sucked hungrily on his erection. Chip wasn't even thinking that tomorrow
he would be savagely crushing his opponents with his massive body. Right
now, all he wanted to do was to make Chris fell like he was in heaven.
     George felt the sweat building on both his and Brad's bodies. Brad
pulled his head away and looked down at George. Brad closed his eyes and
let out several sharp breaths as he fucked George harder and faster.
Brad was almost animal-like, desperate for release after weeks of
holding it all in.
     Brad's body lurched back, and George bent his head up to lick the
sweat off of Brad's muscular, hairy chest.
     Chris looked over at the back of Brad's large body, tense and
curled up. He looked at Brad's ass still pounding back and forth against
George's body.
     George settled his head back, and Brad pushed himself up on his
arms so that he could thrust his body faster. George looked down the
length of Brad's body, watching Brad's body merging with his at the
waist. George's cock had gone limp with the sensation of Brad's cock
filling his insides.
     Brad's face had an expression of sheer ecstasy as he continued to
fuck George, feeling the long-missed sensation building deep inside him.
     "I'm gonna fill you up," Brad grunted as he felt his climax quickly
approaching. "Uh, god, feels like I'm gonna come forever."
     "Oh, god... Brad," George groaned.
     Brad's breathing became erratic. His arms gave out, and his sweat-
soaked body collapsed back on top of George's. Brad kissed George again
powerfully, pressing their mouths together as he grunted and thrust his
cock harder.
     Finally, Brad let out a loud whimper, stifled by their strong kiss.
George hugged Brad's muscular body as Brad's body heaved and shook. Brad
buried his massive shaft all the way up George's ass as the first,
intense wave rushed through him. Brad whimpered again and cried,
squeezing his eyes shut hard as the first, powerful jet of cum shot from
his cock and pounded against the walls of George's ass.
     Brad's body heaved again and thrust in as another thick volley of
cum poured forth from the head of this pulsing erection. A seemingly
endless stream of cum shot from his cock as George kissed him harder.
Brad was actually crying from the sheer pleasure he was feeling. Tears
of joy poured from his clenched eyes. His muscles twisted and tensed as
his orgasm tore through his body, his hand clawing against the sheets
and pillows. Finally, the last spurts of cum shot from his cock, filling
George's ass. The waves of his climax finally subsided, and his body
collapsed, utterly exhausted. Brad felt the last remnants of cum seeping
from his still-stiff cock. Brad broke their kiss, and his sweaty head
collapsed on George's shoulder. Brad whimpered as he breathed heavily
against George's shoulder.
     George ran his hands across Brad's back, soothing the spent
fullback.
     Brad finally raised his head and looked down at George's smiling
face. Brad's sweaty hair was a tangled mess, and he laughed at himself,
wiping tears away from his eyes.
     "Damn," he said. "Sometimes I get a little too into it."
     "That was incredible," George replied.
     Suddenly, a groan of delight came from behind Brad. Brad pulled his
shaft from George's ass and rolled over so both of them could see what
was happening.
     At the other end of the bed, Chris, still standing before Chip,
heaved as Chip sucked on his cock. Chip's face was one of pure
concentration, intent on giving Chris the blow-job of his life.
     Brad and George hugged each other as they watched Chris' cock
sliding out and back all the way into Chip's mouth. The thick muscles in
Chip's back flexed and tensed, showing how much effort he was putting
into it.
     "Oh, fuck, here it comes," Chris groaned.
     Chip slipped Chris' long cock from his mouth and wrapped his
fingers around it, beating Chris's red shaft off.
     "Come on, Chris," Chip grunted. "Come all over me. Come on."
     "Oh, god..." Chris moaned. "I'm gonna come... I'm gonna spurt my
load all over you. Uh..."
     Chris' body heaved as a volley of cum shot from his cock and sailed
over Chip's shoulder, splattering on the tackle's massive back. The
second jet of cum landed on Chip's shoulder. Chris cried out in pleasure
as Chip pumped his cock faster. Cum continued to spurt out, landing in
Chip's wavy black hair and dripping down his stubble-covered face and
hairy chest.
     "Uh..." Chris moaned as his climax came to and end, his cock
dripping with hot, white cum. Chip leaned forward and sucked on the end
of his cock, tasting and swallowing the salty fluid.
     Chip finally pulled away and turned around, grinning at Brad and
George as Chris' cum dripped down his body.
     "You always were a cock-chuggin' fool, Chip," Brad said, grinning
back. "Well, looks like two of us have shot our loads. That leaves two
more."
     "Let Chip go first," George said. "Since he's been such a good
sport."
     Chip cocked his head almost child-like. "Thanks, buddy," he said in
his booming voice. "I'm gonna give you something special when it's your
turn."
     "Come on, Chip," Brad said. "I'm waiting."
     Chip grinned. "Okay, Brad."
     "What're you gonna do?" George asked.
     "I'm gonna fuck my best buddy here," Chip said. "And take a good
look. I like having people watch me."
     "I'm sure it'll be the best show," George said.
     "As the saying goes, you ain't seen nothing yet," Chip smirked.


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