Date: Mon, 23 Jul 2001 12:45:33 -0700 (PDT)
From: fratbear <fratbear@excite.com>
Subject: "Gridiron Rivals: Part 3 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 3 of 6"
by fratbear (fratbear@excite.com)

     Chris and George sat side by side against the headboard, watching
Brad and Chip getting into their positions. As Chip laid his massive
body down on the bed, Brad squeezed some lubricant into his palm,
reached down, and grasped Chip's stiff cock in his hand. Brad pumped his
hand up and down, jerking Chip off as he spread the lubricant along the
tackle's thick shaft. Chip's chest heaved as he struggled to keep his
composure. He was, after all, supposed to be the thick-headed, no-neck,
tough Neanderthal. What if the coach could see him now?
     Chip grinned and actually laughed out loud at the thought.
     "What?" Brad asked, also grinning.
     "Nothing," Chip replied in his trademark baritone voice as he sat
up. He squeezed Brad's ass with his hand. "Come on, get into position."
     "Yes sir, Chip," Brad said as he laid down on his back.
     Chip got up on his knees, running his hand along Brad's muscled
leg. "Come on. Get 'em up," Chip said.
     Brad lifted his legs up and curled his body up, folding his legs
back. Chip pushed on Brad's legs and climbed up on top so that the two
men were just about face to face.
     "Come on, Chip," Brad said. "Fuck me."
     "Glad to oblige," Chip said, grinning as he positioned the head of
his cock against Brad's opening.
     Both men groaned as Chip quickly slid the full length of his shaft
deep into Brad's ass. George gasped as the two giants' bodies merged in
a split second. Chip looked up at George and smirked, sweat beginning to
form on his brow. Brad also tilted his head back to look at George.
George watched as Chip withdrew his cock slowly from Brad's ass, then
swiftly thrust it back in. Brad stared right at George, then closed his
eyes and grinned as Chip's balls slapped against his ass.
     Brad wrapped his thick, muscular arms around Chip's massive back
and pulled the tackle down. Brad licked Chip's face, licking off what
was left of Chris' cum from earlier. Chip grinned and kissed Brad
deeply, Chip's stubble scratching against Brad's goatee. Chip began to
thrust his large, bulky body up and down, pounding Brad's ass with his
large cock.
     Brad's powerful hands roamed down Chip's fleshy back, and his
finger began to knead the flesh of Chip's heaving ass. Brad slipped his
finger into the crack of Chip's ass, and he fingered the opening there.
     Chip broke from the men's kiss, and looked down into Brad's
grinning face as their bodies heaved together. Chip closed his eyes and
opened his mouth, sighing as he felt Brad's finger pushing into his ass.
Brad slid his finger out, then inserted two. Brad could feel Chip's cock
growing even harder inside his ass as it pounded in and out.
     Chip reached up with his strong, thick hand and wiped the sweat
from Brad's brow. He ran his finger over Brad's face, stroking and
caressing it. George saw this and realized that these two hulking men
were more than just buddies. They loved each other.
     This thought was broken, though, by the sound of a long, guttural
groan pouring from Chip's mouth as he closed his eyes and threw his head
back. He finally gritted his teeth, struggling to hold in another cry of
pleasure as his body heaved forward repeatedly, driving deeply into
Brad's strong body.
     Brad hugged Chip again with his powerful arms, bringing Chip's down
to his. Brad buried his face into Chip's muscular shoulder, and Chip
buried his face into Brad's. The two men grunted and groaned together as
they pounded against each other, connected by Chip's pummeling shaft.
     Brad opened his mouth and gnawed his teeth on the thick flesh of
Chip's shoulder, biting and kissing it, tasting the sweat that coated
it. Chip rubbed his face against the taut muscles of Brad's shoulder as
his body heaved back and forth, back and forth.
     Finally, Chip threw his head back, looking up directly at George.
     "Uh, Jesus..." Chip groaned. "I'm gonna come."
     Brad licked Chip's sweaty chest, his tongue running across the
matted black hair and thick muscles. Brad ran his tongue over Chip's
sensitive pecs, then bit the muscles gently with his teeth.
     "Uh... George... Watch me..." Chip grunted. "Oh, god, Brad. Brad,
I'm gonna come inside you."
     "Chip..." Brad groaned as he continued to tease Chip's thick pecs
with his mouth. "Do it, Chip."
     George watched Chip's face tense up as he squeezed his eyes shut.
     "Uh, fuck..." Chip cried out as his climax began.
     Brad felt Chip's cock expand inside his ass, and instead of
shooting out spurts of cum, Chip's cock unleashed a steady stream of
gushing, hot fluid into Brad's ass. Brad also squeezed his eyes shut and
pressed his face into Chip's massive chest as Chip's body heaved.
     Chip opened his eyes and looked straight into George's eyes. George
could see the ecstasy and lust in Chip's eyes, and George's cock
stiffened even more as he tried to imagine how Chip was feeling at that
moment. George was turned on by seeing the strength of this hulking man
being drained into Brad's thickly-built body. He was seeing Chip at his
greatest moment of weakness.
     Finally, the muscles in Chip's cock began to contract, spurting out
more and more jets of thick cum. Chip's large body shook and heaved as
he continued to look George in the eye. Chip's mouth opened, and he let
out a long, low whimper as his orgasm subsided.
     Chip slid his shaft out of Brad's ass, letting Brad set his legs
down, and Chip laid his huge, hairy body on top of Brad's. The two men
kissed passionately as their bodies heaved.
     Both men rolled over so that Brad's muscled body was on top. Chip
wrapped his thick arms around Brad and hugged him as they kissed.
Finally, each man rested their heads against the other's shoulder,
rubbing the sides of their sweaty faces together, breathing heavily into
each other's ears. It was something they had done many times before for
almost a decade, but each time it felt utterly new and special.
     "George, you know what I like most about this?" Brad asked.
     "What?" George said.
     "You get to see your best buddy, the toughest son-of-a-bitch you
know, completely at your mercy," Brad answered, looking down into Chip,
who grinned back stupidly. "To see him completely subdued, so you can
just feel his warm, soft body against yours. Knowing that he'd never do
anything to hurt you. All he wants to do is make you feel good."
     "You're my best buddy, too," Chip said, kissing Brad on the cheek.
"George, mind if I just lie here a while with Brad before taking care of
you?"
     "Go ahead," George said, feeling very good about seeing these two
massive men lying before him, still exploring each other's bodies after
all these years.
     So Brad and Chip just lay there together, feeling their chests
heaving and their hearts pounding together.


It was about half an hour before anyone said anything. Brad still lay on
top of Chip, pressing the side of his head against Chip's broad chest,
listening to the heartbeat.
     "Okay, buddy," Chip said to Brad, squeezing Brad's large bicep.
"It's time to relieve George of some of his energy."
     Brad smiled and rolled off of Chip's body.
     "George," Chip called out, stretching his body out.
     "Yeah?" George replied.
     "Come over here and lie down." Chip patted his bulky, hairy
stomach.
     George shrugged, crawling over and kneeling over Chip. George's
stiff cock pointed straight out.
     "Come on, lie on me," Chip said.
     George climbed on top of Chip and laid down on the tackle's massive
form. The two football rivals lay face to face, George's erection
nestled in the hairs of Chip's soft stomach.
     "Ever dry-humped?" Chip asked.
     "Not really," George answered.
     "All you do is just move your body," Chip said. "Just rub your body
against mine. Sound easy enough?"
     George nodded. With gentle thrusting motions, George moved his body
back and forth, up and down, letting the hairs on Chip's stomach
stimulate his shaft. George moaned at the tickling sensation.
     Chip also grunted softly as George pressed against him. George
could feel Chip's cock stiffening until he felt the monstrous shaft
rubbing against his.
     "That's it," Chip said.
     George buried his face in Chip's thick, fleshy, hair-covered chest.
Chip placed his large hands on George's broad back and helped the
smaller Trojan heave his body back and forth. Chip buried his face in
George's sweaty hair as the two men humped each other.
     George licked and bit the flesh and muscles of Chip's chest. Chip
groaned, then finally placed his hands on the side of George's head,
lifting it up so they looked each other in the eye.
     "What?" George asked.
     "Now," Chip said, "it's time for you to fuck me. Come on, get up."
     He pushed George off of him. George looked at Chip's stiff, red
cock, comparing it to his own. Then Chip rolled his bulky body over onto
his stomach. Chip spread his legs apart, stretching his large muscles.
     "Okay," he said, "Take over."
     George crawled between Chip's spread legs and placed his hands on
the tackle's large back. George positioned the head of his cock at the
entrance of Chip's ass and pushed in, sliding in all the way. Chip let
out a grunt.
     "Uh, yeah," Chip groaned.
     George thrust his cock in and out of Chip's ass, watching this
giant of a man writhing in pleasure beneath him. Chip hugged a pillow
with his massive arms, biting it to stifle his cries.
     George lay down on top of Chip, sliding his thick arms under Chip's
body, around the tackle's broad chest. Hugging Chip close to him, George
pounded the lower half of his body up and down, sliding his stiff,
sensitive cock in and out rapidly. Chip let out a whimper each time
George pounded his cock all the way up his ass.
     "Uh, god," George moaned as he scratched his teeth across the thick
flesh on Chip's back. Chip reared his head back and grunted loudly.
George rubbed his forehead against the tackle's sweat-soaked black hair
as the two men moved in unison.
     As he fucked the tackle furiously, George turned his attention to
Chip's thick, muscled arms, so large that muscle tone was non-existent.
George kissed and bit Chip's thick biceps and triceps, licking the sweat
from his arms.
     George slid his arms out from under Chip's sweaty chest and wrapped
them around the front of Chip's thick neck, pulling his head back.
Grasping the tackle's body in that manner, George was able to fuck
Chip's ass with greater fervor. It also prevented Chip from being able
to hold back his cries of ecstasy. Chip let out growls and grunts of
sexual overload as George hammered his ass with his stiff shaft.
     "Uh, fuck, George," Chip growled. "Fuck, fuck..."
     "Uh, god," George moaned. "Here it comes. Uh, uh..."
     George suddenly cried out so loudly that Chip was worried that the
other Bears in the hotel would hear. But that thought evaporated when
Chip felt the first spurt of hot cum shooting into his ass from George's
throbbing cock.
     George convulsed and trembled as he came, jet after jet of cum
washing against the walls of Chip's ass. His arms wrapped even tighter
around Chip's strong neck. George thrust his ass several time violently,
the spasms of his orgasm taking over his body. He finally pushed his
cock up Chip's ass to the hilt, causing Chip to let out a low-pitched
grunt. George held it in there, letting his cock shoot out the last
spurts of cum.
     The two men held themselves in that position for several seconds,
their muscles straining. Finally, George let out a long, exasperated
breath, Chip sighed as the two men collapsed, George on top of Chip, his
cock still buried deep in the tackle.
     "Uh, fuck, we're a mess," Chip sighed. He looked over to his side,
only to find Brad and Chris in a tight embrace, kissing each other
passionately as they rubbed their giant shafts against each others.
     George was also watching to the two. "We're a bunch of horny
bastards, aren't we?" he said.
     "Wouldn't have it any other way," Chip sighed.
     Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.
     "Shit," Chip muttered.
     "What?" George asked as Brad and Chris also looked up.
     "I think we woke up the neighbors," Chip said. "I'll get it."
     George pulled his cock out of Chip's ass, and the large tackle got
up, wrapping a towel around as much of his broad waist as he could.


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