Date: Wed, 25 Jul 2001 09:08:02 -0700 (PDT)
From: fratbear <fratbear@excite.com>
Subject: "Gridiron Rivals: Part 4 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 4 of 6"
by fratbear (fratbear@excite.com)

     Chip reached the door of the hotel room and opened it, finding two
more of his teammates standing out in the hallway, both dressed in tee-
shirts and boxers.
     Sloan Cosgrove was a large, jolly lineman with a paunchy gut and
barrel chest. Sloan had short, dusty brown hair and a pair of deep-gray
eyes with the keen ability to make him look pitiful. He was a big man
all around who enjoyed life to the fullest.
     Next to him stood Mitch Cohen, the Bears' back-up quarterback. With
a wide face, perpetually squinting expression, and a mop of dark hair
combed to one side, Mitch was also graced with a clumsy doughy frame
that included a thick, hairy chest and soft, fleshy stomach. He also
seemed to be always in a good mood, grinning no matter what the
situation was.
     "What?" Chip asked, feigning exhaustion.
     "Hey, you can't fool us," Mitch said. "We heard the noise."
     "What do you mean?" Chip said.
     "You have that look on your face," Sloan said. "Like you just got
fucked up the ass."
     "So, what's your point?" Chip asked.
     "So, we want to join in," Mitch said.
     "Come on, who you got in there?" Sloan asked.
     "Okay, shut up and come in," Chip said, opening the door a little
wider to let his two teammates in. He closed the door behind them.
     "So who's here?" Mitch asked.
     "Chris and Brad," Chip answered. "And a Trojan. His name's George."
     "A Trojan?" Sloan asked, surprised. "How is he?"
     "Stocky little fucker," Chip replied. "But he can really fuck up a
storm."
     "You talking about me?" George asked as Chip led Mitch and Sloan
into the bedroom.
     Mitch and Sloan looked down at George's stocky, muscular body
stretched out on the bed, then over at Chris and Brad, still in each
other's arms.
     "Of course we're talking about you," Chip answered.
     "Jeez, looks like you guys've had a hot night," Mitch said.
     "Like you wouldn't believe," Brad answered.
     Chip pointed to his two other buddies and introduced them to
George. "George, this is Sloan, and the lanky one's Mitch."
     "We were next door," Sloan explained, "and we heard you guys
pounding and grunting. Got us kinda hot."
     "What'd you have in mind?" Chip asked.
     "Actually," Sloan answered, "we were kind of wondering if we could
try something with you."
     "The rest of you guys can watch, maybe even figure out some way to
join in," Mitch said to Brad, George, and Chris.
     "Sure," Chip replied. He knew that Mitch and Sloan often kept each
other up all night, but they normally didn't let anyone else join in.
This was a golden opportunity to try something new.
     "Well, here's the deal," Sloan said. "I've heard how good you are
at sucking cock, and I've always been interested in sucking you off, I
thought maybe we could sixty-nine."
     "Sounds cool," Chip answered, excited at the prospect. "And what
about you, Mitch?"
     "Well," Mitch said somewhat nervously. "I kinda wanted to find out
if you'd let me fuck you while you two sucked each other."
     "Sounds like a plan," Chip said. "Let's get to it."
     He let his towel fall to the floor, letting his stiffening cock
rise into the air. Mitch and Sloan began to breath heavier with
excitement. Sloan pulled his tee-shirt over his head, revealing his
large chest and stomach, covered with light brown hair. Sloan reached
over and pulled off Mitch's tee-shirt as well. Sloan then bent down and
pulled off his own boxers. He wrapped his fingers around his cock and
began pumping it. It quickly expanded and rose as it stiffened, reaching
its full eight inches in less than fifteen seconds.
     Mitch, excited by the sight of his buddy pumping his meat, felt his
cock hardening, forming a tent in his boxers. Mitch finally whipped off
his boxers and threw them to the floor. Chip looked at Sloan's meaty
body and Mitch's smooth, fleshy body as all three stroked their shafts.
     "Come and get it," Chip said, pointing to Sloan. The paunchy
lineman clambered onto the bed and lay on his back, his stiff shaft
lying on his round stomach.
     "Come on, Chip," Sloan said. "Fuck my mouth."
     "With pleasure," Chip said, climbing over Sloan into a 69 position.
Chip let his long, thick cock dangle into Sloan's face, letting the head
bat against the lineman's lips.
     Sloan opened his mouth, his tongue searching for the fleshy shaft
of meat in front of his face. Sloan finally caught the head of Chip's
cock in his mouth and sucked on it. Chip threw back his head and thrust
his ass slowly down, letting his shaft slide into Sloan's mouth and deep
down the lineman's throat. Like Chip, both Mitch and Sloan were also
expert deep-throaters, although few had ever had the chance to
experience it from them. Sloan growled playfully, the vibrations in his
throat sending an intense, pleasurable sensation up Chip's shaft.
     "Ohhhh," Chip sighed. This was a trick he knew well, but he had
never actually had it done to him. He raised his ass, then slid his cock
back down Sloan's throat. Sloan grunted as Chip began to fuck his mouth,
forcing his shaft in and out of his teammate's throat.
     Chip looked down at Sloan's cock, which pulsed with excitement. A
drop of pre-cum had appeared at the end. Chip lifted Sloan's erection
with one hand towards his mouth and licked the salty clear liquid from
the tip of his cock-head. Sloan shivered in pleasure.
     Chip engulfed the head of Sloan's cock with his warm, moist mouth.
Letting his tongue flick across the sensitive skin, Chip felt Sloan's
massive body shake beneath him. Chip chuckled as he suddenly slipped the
entire length of Sloan's shaft deep into his throat. Sloan's body reared
up, apparently unable to take the sensation. Both Chip and Sloan laughed
in delight as they slid each others' cocks in and out of their throats,
their bodies heaving and shaking, low, animal-like growls and grunts
escaping occasionally from their cock-filled mouths.
     Mitch watched the massive bodies of his two teammates thrusting and
heaving together as they fucked each other's mouths. As he pumped his
cock in his hand, Mitch suddenly remembered that he was expected to join
in.
     Mitch climbed onto the bed, crawling over to the heaving mounds of
sweaty muscle and flesh before him. Mitch kneeled behind Chip's large,
thrusting ass. The quarterback looked down at Sloan's face buried
between Chip's thighs, Chip's thick cock driving in and out of the burly
lineman's eager mouth. Sloan raised his eyes, looking up at Mitch's
fascinated face. Sloan smiled at Mitch, then groaned as Chip's shaft
pounded his mouth.
     Mitch placed two large hands on Chip's broad back. Chip grunted in
pleasure and anticipation.
     "I'm gonna fuck you, big guy," Mitch said. "I'm gonna fuck you up
the ass. You're all mine."
     Mitch pressed the tip of his cock against the opening in Chip's
ass. In one swift movement, Mitch slid the entire length of his seven-
inch cock all the way up Chip's ass. As Mitch's body slapped against the
tackle's ass, Chip let out a stunned grunt, then sighed.
     Mitch began to thrust his ass, pounding his cock in and out of
Chip's ass. Each time he reared forward, he pushed on Chip's large body,
and the bed creaked and shook.
     Sloan looked up at Mitch's balls slapping against Chip's right in
front of his face. He watched Mitch's shaft burying itself repeatedly
into the tackle's ass.
     Mitch opened his mouth and started grunting with each thrust. "Uh,
uh, uh, fuck, uh," he uttered uncontrollably each time he pounded Chip's
ass.
     Brad, George, and Chris stroked their stiff cocks as they watched
the three men fucking and sucking each other at the other end of the
bed. Sloan's large, round body was all but hidden from view by the
sweaty, naked bodies of the other two men.
     "Fuck, I gotta be part of this," Brad finally said, standing up on
the bed, his perfectly muscled body towering over everyone else.
     The bed shook as Brad walked across the bedsheets to the pile of
three heaving bodies. Brad stepped across Chip's back, straddling the
two cock-sucking football jocks. Mitch, intently pounding his shaft in
and out of Chip's ass, looked up and found himself staring at Brad's
stiff shaft, which was pointed right at his mouth. Mitch grinned and
opened his mouth wide.
     Brad thrust his ass forward, sliding his cock into Mitch's waiting
mouth. Mitch pushed his head forward, sliding Brad's cock all the way
down his throat. Brad growled and bent forward, feeling his legs weaken
from the pleasure. Brad grabbed the headboard with two strong hands,
holding himself up with his two muscular arms. The handsome fullback
grunted as he began to thrust his ass, fucking Mitch's mouth with his
huge shaft. Even though a skilled cock-sucker, Mitch felt himself almost
gagging on the monstrous cock. The bed shook harder as Brad's body
bobbed up and down.
     Sloan really had no idea what was happening above him. All he knew
was that he was in heaven. Waves of sexual pleasure poured through his
large body.
     Chris and George watched the four huge men pounding their cocks
into each other. Finally, Chris couldn't stand it anymore. "Sorry,
George," he said as he stood up. "I'm just feeling too horny."
     Chris walked over to the four heaving bodies and straddled Chip and
Sloan's body right behind Brad's heaving, sweaty body. Chris leaned over
and spoke into Brad's ear.
     "I'm gonna fuck your ass," Chris whispered.
     "Uh, fuck, go for it," Brad grunted, light-headed from the feeling
of his shaft being swallowed by Mitch's hot throat.
     Chris spread apart Brad's muscled ass with his hands and pressed
the head of his cock against the opening. Chris pushed the head of his
cock into Brad's ass. Brad grunted as he felt Chris enter him.
     "Brace yourself, big fella," Chris said.
     Brad threw his head back and cried out as Chris pushed the entire
of his shaft deep into Brad's ass.
     "That's it," Chris groaned as he began to fuck Brad. Chris leaned
forward and wrapped his large arms around Brad's well-developed, hairy
chest. Leaning against Brad's back, Chris thrust his hips, fucking the
fullback passionately. Chris buried his face in the back of Brad's
sweaty head.
     Sloan's hands roamed down Chip's side, bumping into Brad's legs.
Sloan gripped Brad's legs, just beginning to sense the sheer amount of
action going on above him.
     Still in a sexual overload, Sloan began to focus on the sensation
of his and Chip's hairy bodies rubbing together as they deep-throated
each other. Sloan felt his heaving, expanding chest and stomach heating
up from the friction as it rubbed back and forth across Chip's thick,
fleshy chest and soft stomach. The sweat dripping between their bodies
felt so hot that Sloan thought it would boil away.
     Finally, the thoughts and sensations became too intense, and Sloan
felt his climax roaring towards him uncontrollably. Sloan grunted
loudly, trying to signal to Chip that he was about to come, but Chip's
pounding cock stifled his cries.
     Two weeks of holding back his cum finally unleashed itself in a
single moment. Sloan's body shook and heaved up violently, and he let
out a muffled scream of pleasure as the wall of pressure broke in his
balls.
     Sloan thrust his shaft all the way down Chip's throat as the first
powerful contraction in the base of his cock blasted through his body
and forced out the first, thick jet of hot cum out of his cock like a
bullet. The cum shot down Chip's throat, right down to his stomach. Chip
grunted as he felt a second spurt of cum shooting down his throat.
     Sloan's mountainous body twisted from side to side as his chest
expanded. He let out another stifled cry of ecstasy as his balls pushed
jet after jet of hot cum up his pulsing shaft. Sloan then heaved his
body so violently that he pulled his cock completely out of Chip's
mouth. Hot, white cum shot out of the head of his cock, splattering Chip
in the face and shooting across Sloan's heaving, round stomach. Chip
wrapped his hand around Sloan's sticky shaft and pumped it rapidly.
     More white fluid spurted up and dripped over Chip's hand and into
Sloan's brown pubic hair. Chip stuck out his tongue and slapped the head
of Sloan's cock against it. Sloan grunted and shot out more volleys of
cum that landed in Chip's mouth. Chip closed his mouth and savored the
taste of the fluid, pumping the rest of the spurting cum onto Sloan's
stomach.
     Sloan squeezed his eyes shut as his climax came to an end. He
finally let his bulky body go limp, Chip's stiff shaft still buried in
his throat. Dazed and light-headed, Sloan nevertheless started sucking
on Chip's cock again.
     Chip groaned in delight, pressing his body against Sloan's, letting
the sticky cum on Sloan's stomach rub itself into his hairy chest. Chip
thrust his hips, fucking Sloan's mouth and helping Mitch fuck his ass
with more force.
     Chip, meanwhile, bent his head down and licked Sloan's large
thighs, then his balls, and finally his softening cock. Chip took the
half-limp shaft into his mouth and sucked on it, sipping out the last
drops of cum inside. Sloan sighed.
     Having seen Sloan's glorious climax, George clambered over between
Sloan's thick legs. Chip looked up at George.
     "Come on, George," Chip said. "Lie down."
     "I was hoping you'd ask," George said, lying down between Sloan's
legs so that his cock was right in front of Chip's face. George spread
his legs, straddling Chip's broad shoulders. He felt his balls rubbing
against Sloan's.
     Chip leaned his head forward and took George's cock into his mouth,
sliding it down his throat. George shivered, lying all the way back
between Sloan's legs. George wrapped his arms under each of Sloan's legs
to support himself, hugging the big guy's tree-trunk legs close to him.
     Sloan sucked on Chip's cock, feeling like he was in the center of
everything.
     And so everyone heaved, grunted, and groaned together. Sloan
sucking on Chip's cock. Chip sucking on George's. Mitch pounding his
shaft in and out of Chip's ass while sucking on Brad's stiff cock. And
Chris riding Brad's back, thrusting his shaft deep into Brad's body.
     Sweat dripped down everyone's body, and the heat generated by the
heaving bodies raised the temperature of the room ten degrees.
     Brad grunted and groaned as he pounded his cock down Mitch's
throat, and he felt his orgasm rushing towards him.
     "Uh, fuck," he cried out, "I'm gonna come!"
     Brad suddenly stood up, forcing Chris up as well. Brad pulled his
shaft out of Mitch's mouth and wrapped his hand around it. The handsome
fullback pumped his huge shaft vigorously as he threw his head back and
yelled.
     Mitch opened his mouth as the first shot of steaming white cum shot
from Brad's engorged cock. The fluid spurted right into Mitch's waiting
mouth.
     Chris cried out, feeling the muscles of Brad's ass contracting
around his cock, pulling on it. Chris shook as the first wave of his
climax surged through him, shooting out ropes of cum deep into Brad's
body.
     Brad continued to pump his cock, spurting more cum that sprayed
across Mitch's face and dripped down the quarterback's chest. More
strings of hot fluid fell to Mitch's thrusting shaft and splattered
across Chip's ass.
     Sloan opened his eyes and saw Brad's cum dripping across Mitch's
balls and rolling off, dripping onto Sloan's face.
     Brad's body continued to shake, and he growled as his cock shot out
more strands of cum. Chris hugged Brad tighter as he spurted more cum
into Brad's ass. The two men heaved their bodies together as their
orgasms subsided.
     Brad's cock continued to drip more cum onto Chip's ass as he caught
his breath, feeling Chris' own hot breath on his neck and back.
     "Oh, fuck, that was fantastic," Brad groaned. He looked down at
Mitch's cum-streaked face. Mitch grinned back, then closed his eyes as
he sensed his own climax nearing.
     Mitch opened his mouth and let out a low growl. He suddenly thrust
his shaft all the way into Chip's ass and held it there as his balls
boiled over and shot a thick jet of cum against the walls of Chip's
insides.
     Mitch opened his eyes, looked down at his cock buried inside Chip,
and suddenly remembered about Sloan. Mitch pulled his cock out of Chip's
ass and pumped the shaft with his hand. Mitch looked down at Sloan's
face as the massive lineman opened his eyes and smiled, Chip's cock
still pounding in and out of his mouth.
     A thick rope of cum spurted out of Mitch's cock and splattered
across Sloan's face. Mitch pumped his shaft more as jet after jet of cum
shot out and across Sloan's face and Chip's ass. Sloan had to close his
eyes from the barrage of spraying cum, mixing with Brad's cum, still hot
and sticky on his face.
     Mitch threw back his head and cried out as he pumped more spurts of
cum onto Sloan's face. Finally, Mitch's body went lax as his orgasm
ended. He looked down at Sloan's cum-soaked face and almost laughed,
then remembered that his own face was still dripping with Brad's cum.
     George thrust his ass forward and shot his first jets of cum down
Chip's throat. Chip swallowed it hungrily as George gritted his teeth,
grunting like an animal with each spasm of his climax. With one final
twitch, George collapsed on the bed, still hugging Sloan's thick legs.
     The last man left, Chip reared back his head and roared like a lion
in heat. Sloan felt Chip's huge cock expand in his throat, then felt the
stream of cum pouring out of the shaft towards his stomach.
     Sloan pulled Chip's throbbing shaft from his mouth and pumped it
with his fist, letting the hot cum pour onto his face. Chip shook and
grunted loudly, gritting his teeth and clenching his eyes shut as
Sloan's fist pounded up and down his shaft.
     Sloan figured, what the hell? He already had the cum of two men
splattered across his face. Might as well make it three. He felt the hot
cum dripping across his face, into his mouth, where he tasted the salty
fluids mixing on his face.
     Finally, Chip collapsed on top of Sloan's body, and everyone on the
bed let out a collective sigh of exhaustion. Chris, Brad, and Mitch had
collapsed to the bed, stroking each other's spent shafts with their
hands.
     Chip rolled his huge body off of Sloan's. Sloan was a mess. His
stomach covered with his own cum. His face splattered with Brad, Mitch,
and Chip's juices. Chip rolled over onto his stomach and nestled his
face against Sloan's large stomach, licking off the sweat and cum there.
     Brad broke from Chris and Mitch and clambered over to Sloan. As
Sloan grinned at him, Brad lay down on his chest and began to lick the
sticky cum from Sloan's face. Brad and Sloan's mouths finally connected,
and they engaged in a powerful, cum-laced kiss.
     George slid out from his position and lay down between Sloan's
spread legs. George took Sloan's limp cock and began to lick and suck on
it, tasting some remaining drops of cum seeping from the head. George
felt Sloan's cock beginning to stir and expand, and soon it began to
harden. Within seconds, it was stiff and red once again at its full
eight inches.
     George looked up at the others.
     "Hey, looks like Sloan's ready for another round," he said.
     Brad broke away from his kiss with Sloan and looked into the
lineman's content face. "You always did have the most endurance," Brad
said.

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