Date: Wed, 19 Oct 2005 12:57:22 -0400
From: Duke Student <dukeblue001@hotmail.com>
Subject: hot day for college jocks - part III (gay: athletics/college)

Part III - Football

As amazing as the first two massive jock orgies that took place in Florida
and Baltimore had been, the audience for the sudden, unexpected and very
visible coming-out of dozens of hot jocks and their prep, frat stud fans had
been a small one. At most a few hundred people had seen the events of the
baseball game, and only a few thousand the lacrosse players' antics.

So when the wave of sudden interest in jock meat and hot male ass hit a
charity football game between Big Ten rivals Iowa and Wisconsin, the impact
was understandably a lot broader. 40,000 fans had shown up to the stadium in
Madison, there to support the game being played months after football season
ended to raise money for victims of natural disaster, and also because
people were always happy to watch football.

The game started well for Iowa, whose quarterback threw for 2 early
touchdowns, nailing his favorite receiver twice. The two big corn-fed
Hawkeyes simply outplayed the decent Wisconsin defense, with the help of a
powerful offensive line that let nothing in a white and red uniform past.
After the second TD, the coach took both of them out of the game, and they
happily stepped to the sideline, watching as their special teams set up for
the extra point.

"That was fuckin' great, dude!" said the Iowa quarterback, throwing his
helmet down and slapping his buddy on the ass. The QB, a stacked yet
versatile junior from a farm town outside Des Moines, pushed his shaggy
brown hair out of his eyes as it hung down, sweaty and clinging to his
forehead.

"It was all about you, man," the receiver responded, pulling off his own
helmet to reveal the quite handsome 19-year-old face of a kid from Kansas,
stolen from the Big 12, his tanned and muscular physique the product of
countless hours playing with his buddies in the field outside their
small-town high school. His own short blond hair was also wet with
perspiration, which he mopped up with his hand and wiped on his tight black
football pants.

The quarterback watched him do it, and stared at the spot where his teammate
had wiped the sweat. It was right beside his ass, where the black lycra
clung mercilessly to the taut muscles of his thighs and handsome back side.
The QB was astonished to feel his dick spring to life, swelling to about
half-hard beneath his own black uniform. He'd seen his buddy's ass in that
uniform dozens of times and never thought anything of it--what was happening
to him now that he was instantly boned? He wanted to look away but couldn't.

A moment later, the receiver noticed that his quarterback's big Hawkeye
bulge was now impressively full, squeezing noticeably into his pants as he
checked out his teammate's ass and took in its appeal for the first time.
And as the Kansas sophomore kept staring at his buddy's boner, he felt
himself start to get excited too, to the astonishment of both muscular jocks
standing there on the sideline.

Ten or fifteen seconds later, the kicker still hadn't made his kick, and the
coach yelled out at him: "What the hell you all waitin' for?!" It looked
like the kicker and the other guys on special teams were staring at the
coach, waiting for directions, but slowly everyone realized what they were
really gawking at. The coach turned and stared in amazement at the scene on
the sideline just a few feet from him.

The brown-haired QB, who in all his 20 years had never once thought of a
teammate in "that way," had pulled off the receiver's padding and his
jersey, leaving the blond Kansas stud in his skin-tight lycra under-armor,
with everything from his thickly muscled pecs and large, erect nipples to
his jacked eight-pack and neatly defined obliques in clear view. They were
also fully exposed to the quarterback's probing hands and fingers, which
rose slowly from his buddy's abs, tracing the outline of each individual
muscle, up to grip his pecs, feeling the solid bulk of his chest, and on to
his friend's sharply defined cheek and jaw, which he stroked gently.

The sophomore returned the favor, removing his QB's pads and staring openly
at the cut torso the Iowa farm stud carried. As he felt his teammate's hands
all over his built body and his own hands reaching out to caress another
guy's body for the first time, they came silently closer to each other.
Their eyes never broke from each other's gaze. Eventually, their abs were
pressed together, then their pecs, two hard mountains of muscle pushed
insistently and erotically against two others. Their arms followed, each
football jock's handsome biceps flexed hard and their powerful hands
gripping the other guy's guns.

Finally the receiver moved close enough that his achingly hard cock, its
8.5-inch mass pressing unbearably out into his football pants, rubbed
accidentally against the quarterback's thick 7-inch boner, the two large and
painfully erect jock pricks meeting for the first time through their tight
black Hawkeye uniform pants.

"Oh, God," shuddered the quarterback, breathless at the feeling of the
receiver's massive tool grinding into his own. He still didn't break eye
contact with the gorgeous 19-year-old stud he suddenly lusted after.
"Dude..." he whispered. "I don't know what's wrong with me...I think I
fucking love you, man."

Without responding, the hot receiver surged forward and kissed the QB hard
on the lips, and each of the sweaty Iowa jocks felt the unequalled power and
passion of another man's tongue in his mouth, another big cock pushing back
against his, another muscular body squeezing all around his own. Finally he
pulled back, breathless, letting his hand run lazily through the
quarterback's mop of brown hair. "I love you too, dude."

"What the fuck is going on here?" yelled the coach suddenly, staring despite
himself at his quarterback and top receiver, fondling each other on the
sideline.

"Calm down, coach," said the receiver, turning to the enraged 35-year-old
man as the stacked junior QB knelt and began unbuckling and untying the
intrusive obstacles to his cockstud's massive endowment. "It's not like
we're the only ones."

And as the coach turned back to the field, he saw to his astonishment that
he was right. The Iowa kicker, a shaved-headed sophomore who was slimmer but
still a decent 6'1", 180 pounds, with a nicely toned set of pecs, abs,
biceps and shoulders, had had just about his entire uniform removed by the
holder, a normally mild-mannered freshman from the suburbs of Chicago with
curly brown hair and quiet brown eyes. Those eyes were anything but quiet as
he was consumed by the kicker's muscular body and especially by his long,
medium-thick, precum-leaking cock, whose broad head peeked out of the
sophomore's tight black uniform pants where the other guy had removed the
laces.

The football lay ignored a few feet away as the freshman holder dove in,
clutching the kicker's bubble-butt ass with both his powerful hands and
gorging his mouth and throat on the handsome 8-inch prick that the kicker
was happy to provide. The sophomore, lying on his back on the ground,
fingered the nipple on his left pec with one hand and wrapped the other into
the stud freshman's curly hair as he felt the straight Chicago jock massage
his handsome kicker fuckpole.

The coach turned away in disgust, but it was even worse with the first
couple. While everyone was watching the kicker and the holder go at it, the
junior QB had already milked the hot blond receiver's big cock of all its
cum, and the Kansas hunk had decided to get his buddy off in return by
shucking his black football pants and taking the thick 7-inch QB cock up his
ass. As the handsome quarterback leaned in to kiss his teammate, one hand
sliding over his hot eight-pack while the other caressed his short blond
hair, he slipped his lips to the sophomore WR's ear. "I hope this won't be
the last time I nail my favorite receiver," he said, grinning.

The kid from Kansas got off so hard on seeing his cut QB buddy smile like
that. "Not if I can help it," he answered, his ass loosening just as the
Iowa stud's big dick came in. He felt it enter him and groaned in pain and
pleasure, his virgin receiver ass finally receiving its first fat jock dick.
Both football hunks groaned as the QB pushed deeper, eventually hitting his
buddy's prostate with the big mushroom head.

"Awwhh...fuck me right there, stud, fuck, big Hawkeye cock up my tight jock
ass, fuck..." They continued making love as others continued joining in on
the fun.

The Wisconsin defenders, upon seeing the holder begin swallowing the
kicker's huge tool, started to wonder if maybe it didn't feel as good as the
sophomore Iowa stud was making it look. One big 230-lb sophomore defender
turned to check out the tight ass on one of his older teammates, a hot,
well-tanned, totally shredded 240-lb senior from Milwaukee. The senior also
sported a thicker-than-average 7-inch football jock prick, which bulged
softly into his white pants as he watched the two Iowa studs fuck in front
of him.

The sophomore didn't waste any time, not even bothering to remove the built
senior's helmet or pads before kneeling and unbuckling his pants...after
all, what he wanted wasn't under the helmet. The kid from Milwaukee looked
down in shock at his till-now 100% straight teammate. "Jake, dude, what the
fuck are you doing?"

The sophomore didn't say a word, just paused and looked up. The senior
looked over his buddy's handsome and chiseled face, his long dirty-blond
hair hanging over his eyes, then down to check out his jacked torso, which
for some reason he'd noticed but never found quite as appealing as he did
now. Suddenly it was obvious what Jake was doing, but the senior, whose
pants were now bulging even fuller with his thick tool, had other plans. He
lifted the sophomore up, pulled off his own helmet, and leaned in
hesitantly. It was gentle at first, as the brown-haired stud from Milwaukee
still didn't know just what he was doing, but quickly took on increased
urgency as both Badger jocks realized just how good making love to a
gorgeous, jacked teammate was.

Eventually the sophomore got back to work, sinking down and freeing the
senior's huge cock from his pants only to lock it up tightly in his mouth,
sucking hard. Quickly his own 8-inch Wisconsin meat was demanding attention
too, and pushed hard through his white uniform pants against the senior's
leg. Realizing what it was, the Milwaukee stud blew his load, moaning softly
as the sophomore defender drank it all down happily. But as soon as he came
off his load, he looked down and grinned widely, shoving the hot
shaggy-haired sophomore on his back.

Their pads and jerseys gone, the big senior was free to run his hands over
his teammate's pecs and six-pack for a minute before pulling off the white
lycra and the jock that barely held the aching prick back, then watching it
flop against the sophomore's abs as he slipped his hands around it. "My
turn," he said, and within seconds the cut defender's thick Badger cock was
buried in his teammate's hot jock mouth.

The Wisconsin quarterback, who had been preparing to go back on offense,
stared in astonished silence at the scene before him--the Iowa QB and one of
his receivers roughly fucking on the sideline, and the special teams of both
Big Ten schools licking, kissing and sucking all over the field. Like
everyone else, the handsome hometown senior from Madison wanted to turn away
in disgust, but somehow found he couldn't. Something welling up deep inside
his cut, 6'2", 210-lb body was compelling him to continue watching. Then,
suddenly, as his dick began to swell into the white football pants that
clung to his muscular legs and ass, he felt compelled to participate as
well.

Luckily for him, he was such a piece of stud jock meat that plenty of the
guys on the field who'd just discovered their new interest in men were
looking him over. He took off his helmet, but before he could even move
toward the other guys, he felt a powerful pair of hands on his hips, holding
him steady and then pulling him back into the eager embrace of one of the
Wisconsin tight ends, a 230-pound god from Minnesota with pecs and abs so
solid he tore through defenders like they weren't even there. The junior TE
had pulled off his pads and jersey, so the Badger QB's padded back ran into
his tanned and shirtless upper body, the swollen pecs, bulging delts, and
massive biceps of the jacked tight end all wrapped passionately around his
quarterback's body.

Soon the senior's blue eyes widened as he felt the tight end's unbelievably
large bulge push out through his white uniform pants against his muscular
ass, rubbing against the hard cheeks and then up and down the tender crack,
utterly exposed beneath the thin football pants. The junior Minnesotan
leaned in, his hot breath running over the QB's medium-length light brown
hair. "I wanna fuck you so bad, hot fuckin' jock ass just waitin' for my big
cock." He unbuckled his pants and slid them quickly down, running the now
totally free 9-inch Badger jock meat over the hot Madison senior's
still-covered ass.

The quarterback shuddered, pushing his ass back into the tight end's
demanding prick, but as he turned, got a lustful look in his handsome brown
eyes that easily matched that of the horny junior TE. The two studs' gazes
met, two teammates who'd casually bragged about their exploits with women to
each other now entirely consumed and obsessed with a sweaty, muscular
football hunk they'd shared a locker room with for years. "Do it, dude,"
said the QB quietly, reaching down to stroke the tight end's aching cock.
"But you gotta promise me you'll give me some love, too."

The hot junior looked down to see his QB's thick 7-incher pushing just as
hard into his tight uniform, and grinned. "Fuck, man. You're so fuckin' hot,
you could feed me that dick for hours and I'd still want more."

"Not so fast," answered the quarterback, pulling off his pads but leaving
his thick torso bulging into his white under-armor. He knelt and ran his
hands up from the tight end's cleats, over his jacked calves, up to his huge
thighs under the white uniform pants. The brown-haired junior stud was
practically panting in excitement as the QB's solid and confident hands
finally reached around to clutch his tight, powerful ass, palming the twin
bulges of muscle for leverage as he softly tongued the tight end's large
dickhead.

But the gorgeous quarterback, who'd been straight, member of one of the best
frats at Wisconsin, and happily dating a hot women's volleyball player, was
eager to taste more of his hung teammate. Still grasping the junior's tight
bubble butt through the uniform, the QB quickly eased more of the leaking
9-inch Badger prick down his throat, thoroughly enjoying the feeling of a
big jock dick stretching him out for the first time. The tight end nearly
came right then from the feeling of his buddy's hot mouth all around his
aching cock, but held himself back, lacing his fingers through the QB's
brown hair and glancing down to see the incredibly hot image of this
big-time Wisconsin quarterback, on his knees sucking his stud teammate's
massive dick.

It was too much--he moaned and his cock exploded, shooting a huge load down
the QB's waiting throat. The senior drank it all and then eased off and
stood up, kissing the tight end deeply and letting him taste his own cum
along with the unique taste of another hot Big Ten football jock's mouth.
Their two bodies were entirely locked together, the QB's hands shoving under
the junior's white uniform pants to run over the skin of his muscle ass and
even poke a couple fingers into his untouched hole, while the tight end's
own hands slid insistently under his teammate's lycra to stroke his six-pack
and huge pecs, teasing the hard nipples, all the while their tongues, lips,
solid cheeks and jaws spun in a whirlwind of quick kisses and short,
staggered breaths. Love may not have been in the equation, but it was clear
that these two hung Wisconsin jocks lusted after each other in ways they
could never have imagined a few days earlier.

All over the field and in the stands, the situation was much the same. The
Iowa QB and his stud wide receiver fuckbuddy had both blown two or three
loads and were totally spent, lying on the grass near the 50-yard line,
absently kissing and fondling each other's taut muscular bodies. The
Wisconsin bench had descended into sexual chaos, with one big, hung Badger
after another swallowing a teammate's cock or slamming his own into one of
his teammate's asses.

As with the other events, the crowd had gotten just as into it as the hot
athletes they were watching. It started near the end zone, where two
Wisconsin senior frat boys had been staring in disgusted amazement at their
football team making love to each other, but slowly they began to get turned
on by the amount of hot jock ass and thick football stud dick they were
being treated to. Guys they'd appreciated for a great arm or unstoppable
power on the o-line they now admired for a tight, tan set of pecs and
six-pack or a bulging, precum-leaking 8-inch jock fuckpole.

It wasn't long before they realized they were just as turned on by each
other as by the stud Badgers they were watching. The first one, a cute
22-year-old blond stud from Green Bay with a stacked upper body bulging into
his dark red Wisconsin t-shirt, his biceps pushing the sleeves up his tanned
arm and his pecs and traps squeezing against the shirt in the center. It
hung loosely over his jeans, sagged but still tight enough to display his
painfully hard 7.5-inch frat dick, pressing hard into the denim.

As nice as his physique was, he couldn't stop himself from taking to his
buddy, a 21-year-old soccer player from the suburbs of Milwaukee. The older
guy's hands ran over his frat brother's equally thick pecs and cut
eight-pack through the identical red shirt, feeling their definition and
breathing hard as he looked up to his friend's handsome face. The other guy
was just as nervous, his soft green eyes and tousled brown hair caught in
the grip of a lust for his thickly-muscled buddy that had materialized from
nowhere. The blond stud ran his hands through his brother's hair before
pulling his head in for a gentle kiss.

The two frat studs explored each other's mouths passionately, with a little
hesitation at first, but with increasing confidence as they got their first
taste of another muscular Wisconsin man. Soon enough the brown-haired hunk's
jeans were coming off and his thick 8-incher was sliding down his frat
brother's tight, eager throat. All around them, other hot and hung Wisconsin
fans were stroking friends' bulges, rubbing thick cocks against frat
brothers' tight asses, or letting their lips meet another stud's lips for
the first time ever.

Down on the field, even the previously irate Iowa coach had gotten in on the
fun. One of his hottest running backs, a 6'0" 220-pound sophomore from Iowa
City, had shucked the coach's khakis and was deep-throating the hard 7-inch
tool sported by this still-good-looking and muscular man. The coach grasped
his stud halfback's mop of brown hair as he threw his head back in ecstasy,
never imagining one of his players would be able to give him this much
pleasure without so much as touching a football.

Yet it only got better as his kicker, the hot sophomore he'd watched with
disgust minutes earlier, sauntered up behind the coach, his big dick bulging
hard into his tight black uniform pants since he'd pulled them back on. As
he caught sight of his coach's hot ass bobbing while the stud running back
ate his cock, the kicker happily slid his pants off again and pressed his
big Hawkeye dick against the opening to the older man's virgin hole.

Strangely, the handsome coach didn't even need to turn around before
realizing who it was. As the kicker's hands and bulging guns reached around
to stroke his coach's pecs under his yellow polo shirt, he leaned in and
kissed him on the neck. "You're gonna love this shit, coach," he murmured.

"Shut up and give me that big Iowa cock," said the coach. "Pound my ass like
a 50-yard field goal." The kicker laughed and kissed the coach on the lips
over his shoulder, then eased his big leaking cock into the coach's tight
asshole. He groaned at first but quickly got into a nice rhythm, easing
forward into the hot RB's active tongue and throat, then back into the
intensely arousing pressure of his kicker's broad cockhead on his prostate.
For a moment, the coach looked up and saw not only all the football studs
fucking on the field, but a fair amount of the frat hunks and other cut and
hung straight-arrow football fans in the stands too. Didn't see that coming,
he thought before shooting a huge load down the stacked sophomore's throat.
Damn glad it did.

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