Date: Sat, 26 Aug 2017 13:58:28 +0000
From: Bill Drake <billdrake@hotmail.com>
Subject: Day in the Life of a Town Football Star pt 6

Day in the Life of a Town Football Star
Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com)


EXPLICIT CONTENT FOR ADULTS ONLY. If sexual fiction describing action
between men turns you off read no further.


This is a story I wrote almost a decade ago and for some reason never
finished posting it. So I'm adding the remaining chapters now. Thanks to
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Day in the Life of a Town Football Star

Ch. 6


Back at Reg's house, a half dozen golfers piled into the family den. Reg's
dad, a three-scotches-after-work man himself, didn't mind them drinking as
long as one of them played designated driver. So Leonard Vogel drank his
coke while the others got a good post-golf buzz on. Dan matter of factly
stripped his shirt then jeans off and started sucking off the guys one by
one. Soon, they were taking turns fucking him. Dan was glad he'd showered
and cleaned himself out at Lyle's office. The guys would be razzing him to
no end if they suspected how many loads he'd taken today.

Reg was in the saddle when his father walked in. "Hello boys," he bellowed
in his deep, honey-smooth patrician voice. Then stopping at the doorway
entrance he paused. "I see you decided to have a party after practice."

This wasn't the first time Ed Williams had walked in on a round robin of
plug-the-QB. The boys were unfazed. "Why don't you join us, Mr. Williams,"
Ryan coaxed, his own prick getting a spit shine from the talented football
player.

"I don't know boys... you men should have your fun without..."

"Come on Dad," Reggie interrupted, his dick buried deep into Dan's
bowels. He erupted without warning as his father looked on. As he came back
to, he slapped Dan's beefy cheeks and withdrew. "Danny's extra tight
today. I think we got him worked up."

Ed couldn't resist. The boys clapped as he began to strip off his suit. The
applause was followed by silent awe as they saw the size of Mr. Williams'
equipment. Eight inch circumference, eleven inch length, it was a prize
phallus. Dan didn't know what awaited him as he sucked at Ryan's curved rod
seeking his third load from the horny golfer. He sighed as he felt Ed's
prick poke its way into his steaming guts. The thickness stretched him, but
felt good squeezing his buttnut on the way in. It was only at inch six when
he began to suspect that he had a megadong breaking him in.

"Good god, sir," he cried. "What are ya shoving into me?"

The guys laughed while Mr. Williams tried to calm the boy down. Soothingly
his thick, large hands caressed the knotted curvature of Dan's powerful
back. "That's my prick. Don't worry, big guy, you're taking it. Goddamn,
are you taking it! You're halfway there already."

"Halfway? Jesus," he muttered but stopped resisting. Hanging his head down,
he submitted himself to the deep penetration. At that moment, Reg's father
seemed like the most masculine, powerful man in the world. Something about
an oversized cock rearranges a man's thinking.

Ed started thrusting his way up Dan's tight ass, trying to use the momentum
to loosen the rectum up and bore his way in. The plan backfired as the
friction pushed the man over the precipice of orgasm. Wave after wave of
seed ejected into Dan's jock guts, joining his son's load.

Dan wanted to thank the man for such a wonderful, deep screw, but already
he was gone, replaced by Kevin and his insistent cock.

The boys fucked around for another twenty minutes before Dan decided it was
time to go. It was after four thirty and he had at least one stop he wanted
to make on his way home. First, he couldn't resist: he wandered down the
hall and popped his head into Ed's study, where the man was catching up on
some email. "Sir?" he said tentatively. Ed looked up. "I'm leaving now,
sir. I just wanted to say, well wanted to thank you for earlier. You... you
felt great."

Mr. Williams smiled. "Come in, boy. Shit, I should be thanking you. I was
afraid I was gonna hurt you..."

Dan shuffled on his feet, nervous in front of this masculine god. "I can
take a lot, sir."

Ed gripped his crotch and felt the stirrings of erection again. Who needed
Viagra? "Where do they grow guys like you? Incredible!"

It was Dan's turn to smile. "Well, if you ever wanna, you know, if you want
a repeat some time, just let me know."

"Some time? I'd fuck you again now if you let me," the horny father
growled. In disbelief he watched as Dan began stripping off his jeans.

"Damn, sir, your dick is big, real big. There's no way I could say no to
getting fucked by it. Ever."

Ed felt his blood boil. He removed his own pants and heard his cock clap
against his belly. "You're saying that any time I'm horny..."

"Just call me, sir, and I'll bend over."

"Nah," Ed said. Dan's eyebrows furrowed into a look of incomprehension. "I
don't want you bent over. I want to see you sit on this cock." The football
star smiled wide and sauntered over to Ed's leather office chair. He
straddled the hulking man and met him in a kiss. Then he reached back and
felt that man missile, hot, hard and ready to split his ass in two. With
trepidation and lust, he guided the bloated head to his slick crack.

"My boy fuck you again?"

"Yessir."

"He sure shoots a lot. Felt like I was fucking on silk last time, you were
so wet."

"You're gonna die and go to heaven this time, then," Dan teased as his hole
was breached. He sucked in a deep breath. Mr. Williams was big and even the
second time around the penetration wasn't easy. Still, he persisted. His
ass quivered as more of Ed's meat bored its way inward.

Dan steadied his body on his fucker's broad shoulders and settled in for a
nice, slow descent. That prick stretched him good and he shook his head
form side to side as his rectum got stuffed once more. There wasn't room
for both the superwide cock and the sperm deposit lodged in Dan's guts, so
as Ed pushed in, white liquid spurted out the tight space where the assring
closed around the cock. The flow of jism tickled Ed's fat nuts, driving him
wild with lust.

"Mr. Williams?"

"Yeah kid? You're doing fine. Just keep on."

"Oh, I will, sir. I'm just wondering... You ever fuck around with Reg?"

Ed's cock expanded in girth, stretching the rubber-tight ring of Dan's
anus. The man's mouth curled into a leer. "You fuckin' know it, kid." With
a lunge, he power drove his spike into Dan's spermy colon.

"Ah shit!" the athlete cried out. Mr. Williams was buried all the way this
time. Where Principal Stoddard had tickled his inner ring, Ed's shaft
bulldozed it. Dan held on tight to the stud's bulging arms and rode the
megacock.

"Ungh! Ungh! Uh!" The man yelled, sweat dripping on his brow. "Sweet ass,
man. Sucking my big schlong in. Bounce on it, kid. You gotta teach Reg how
to take a real fuck. That fucker whines every time Daddy drives home. Not
you." The city politician was going crazy, licking, kissing, and biting the
boy's neck as he spouted his dirty talk and screwed Dan hard and deep. Real
deep.

"No, sir. Oh, fuck me, Mr. Williams. Shove that big goddamned cock up my
tail. Aw fuck!"

Ed learned first hand what it tasted like to have football player sperm
sprayed into his open mouth. He spit out the muck into Dan's cute face then
dove down to latch his mouth onto the shooting cock. He wanted seconds.

It was like the flood gates opened. Both men humped at full speed til Ed
got his nut. The slickness felt like a salve to Dan, whose butt now chafed
in soreness at the oversized invader.

Ed pulled out with a plop. "Goddamn... Ya fucking drained me." He looked up
at Dan, who stood up weak-kneed but with a look of lust still in his
eye. "Looks like our jock boy still needs some more." Dan blushed but
didn't deny it. Ed's giant prick had whetted his appetite.

"Let me call my friend John." He picked up his cell phone and
dialed. "John? It's Ed here. Look, you remember last Tuesday, the college
kid on the north side?... Yeah, well, I got a real live one here who's even
better..." he looked up at the football player and winked. "He took all of
it, if you can believe it. Yeah, I'll send him over."

Ed hung up and scribbled down an address. "Here kid. John'll take care of
ya. And when you get that itch for a deep scratch, drop by." He sauntered
off to the restroom while Dan left and started driving to the address on
the scrap of paper.

John Fielding was no nonsense. When he answered the door, he was talking to
a business associate. "No, I'm saying the projections are off. We need to
rerun the numbers. Yes, I KNOW how much time that will take, and I don't
give a fuck if you're there all night doing it. It's gotta be done, or all
our asses are on the line." The conversation went like that as the junior
exec acknowledged the hunky athlete with a nod and guided him inside with
his extended hand. Dan felt a little nervous. After all, he didn't know
this guy from Adam. He felt vulnerable, exposed. Maybe it was a setup. Then
he remembered Ed's hard prick. That was no setup. He relaxed and waited for
John to come around him. He felt the man's hand push against his back. Dan
complied and bent forward on the desk, next to the man's laptop where some
PowerPoint presentation was up. Dan started to read the pie charts, when he
felt deft fingers undo his jeans and pull them down. The man still didn't
stop his phone harangue.

"Yeah, well check the nighly feeds again. I think the currency conversion's
off. Stop whining, it's not my job to be doing the accounting 101, you're
just lucky I'm catching your shit." Dan shivered and felt cold all of a
sudden. The man liked his air conditioning turned up full blast. Soon,
though, the heat of John's crotch brushed against his exposed skin. That
prick was hard, wet, and full. Without fanfare, it breached Dan's
hole. John kept talking to some poor underling, but it didn't keep him from
knowing how to fuck. The hard pistoning rod drove Dan mad. This was hard,
pure sex. Not deep or mindblowing like Ed, but a real honest to god pile
drive. This man had some serious steam to let off, and Dan was gonna be the
guy's personal pummel horse. "Hold it a minute, Frank, I'm going through a
dead zone," John said before pressing the mute button and grunting through
several seed-shooting convulsions of orgasm. Dan's O was simultaneous and
deep. John would have a mess to clean up.

He felt a gentle pat on his round cheek, then John continued his
conversation. "Sorry about that. You hear me? All right..."

Dan felt used as he ever did. Ashamed and turned on. Like this morning. He
wandered what it would be like to be this man's permanent regular
release. Hell, he was getting greedy, he thought. "I'm getting more sex
than a man has a right to," he mused. Still, the gruff businessman tapped
into something deep in the ballplayer's psyche.

He got dressed and thought the man wouldn't even acknowledge him, only as
he got to the front door, a finger tapped into his shoulder. John shoved a
business card in his hand. "Call me," he mouthed. Dan smiled big.


Back in his Bronco, Dan pulled out his wallet. The left compartment was
stuffed full with business cards. The ballplayer stuffed John Fielding's
into the front of the stack. Rifling through, he realized there were so
many men he'd neglected to call for a repeat, and even more regular
fuckbuddies who he'd not seen in too long. By random, he pulled out a card
from the middle of the stack, likely to be a hot guy not in top rotation.
He whipped out his phone and dialed.

"Oh hi. Uh," he looked down at the name on the card, "Mike? It's Dan
Reynolds. Don't know if you remember me, we met... Oh you remember?" Dan
smiled. "Cool. I was hanging out this afternoon and was wondering if you
were up for getting together... Yeah? Where you live? I could be there in
fifteen minutes. Yeah. See ya."

A short, barrel-chested blond stud answered the door, a baby in his arm. He
wore a striped polo shirt, cargo shorts and sandals... generic "suburban
dad" wear. At sight, Dan recognized Mike immediately. He was the horny
contractor he met at the Home Depot. The two had climbed into the back of
the man's SUV and romped for a good hour.

"Man," the hunky daddy said in a low whistle. "Are you a sight for sore
eyes. Come on in."

"Honey? Who is it?" a woman's voice called out from the back.

"It's Dan Reynolds, on the high school football team. I'd promised him a
donation for the team's fundraiser, and he's come by to pick up the check."

"OK, hon, but dinner will be ready in a few minutes. Oh, hi," she said as
she emerged from the kitchen, "Alli Prescott," she introduced herself.

"Hello, ma'am. Sorry to interrupt your dinner. Mike had said to stop by
when I was done with practice."

"Don't worry. We're glad to help out the team. You make the town proud."

"Thanks, ma'am."

Mike thrust the infant into her arms. "Can you go ahead and put Mike,
Jr. in his chair? I've got to duck into my study for the checkbook and then
I'll join you all at the table."

Mike led the football player to the study, where he shut the door. The two
met in a kiss. That blond stubble felt real good, Dan decided right then
and there. "Arrgh. I just bought us ten minutes tops," Mike growled,
unbuckling his belt. "I hope you work fast."

Mike Prescott had a fireplug prick, and Dan wasted no time in gobbling the
meaty shaft. Mike's mittlike hand molded against the top of the jock's head
and encouraged it down to the hairs of his crotch. Dan gulped and opened up
his throat muscles. He felt a quiet groan from Mike as the randy man
started a huffing face fuck. "That's it. Hot, wet mouth. Was hoping you'd
call me. I keep thinking about you, man. Goddamned football star on his
knees. Sucking me. Get ready Dan, I'm about to blow." He pushed and buried
Dan's nose into his crotch as his trigger went off. Peristalsis kicked in
as Dan gulped the seed down hungrily.

"Sorry, big guy," Mike laughed as Dan worked his way back off the spent
prick. "I think I may have spoiled your dinner."

Dan patted his belly and returned the laugh. "Anytime, stud."

"Don't worry. I'll think of an excuse to get away for a repeat."

Dan left resolved to play "business card roulette" again real soon. But now
it was 7:00 and he needed to grab some dinner. For now, he'd have to
content himself with putting Mike's number in his phone's
memory. "H-O-R-N-Y D-A-D-D-Y" he spelled out. He'd barely put it in when he
got two text messages. The first was from Horny Daddy: "Thanks. You don't
know how much I needed that." Dan smiled, and patted his stomach, the load
rumbling in his stomach seemed like all the proof he needed of the
contractor's need.

The second text was from Reg Williams. "Dad tells me you took him all. How
ya do it? Been trying for a year. He says you're gonna give me lessons ;)"

Dan laughed and squeezed his crotch. It was pretty mindblowing knowing that
Reg got it on with his dad. First, the Johnsons then the Williams. It was
unbelieveable, and Dan mused what it would be like to have sex with his
father.  He closed his eyes to savor the mental image, then started his
car. He needed to eat.

Tonight the athlete contented himself with fast food. His bonus dessert
came after he saw Mike Draydon, the tall, blonde hung state trooper who'd
been regular fuckbuds with Dan since pulling the teen over for
speeding. The imposing cyclecop winked when he noticed Dan sitting alone,
then leaned over and excused himself to his family. The quarterback
followed ten paces behind straight to the men's room. It didn't take long
to coax a load from the overcharged married man.

"Next Tuesday Jen's out of town," Mike whispered as he pulled down the
toilet paper to wipe up his spittle and cum coated cock. Dan Reynolds was
one fantastic dicksucker. "You're coming over and getting a double helping
of Draydon meat."

Dan cooed and felt the slime trickle down his esophagus. Mike Draydon's
airline pilot brother Matt always managed to outshoot his brother whenever
the three of them met up for sticky, sweaty skin-to-skin brotherfucking
sex.

Mike had thought he was quiet, but the other men in the restroom heard, and
Dan had gulped two more of his own personal milkshakes before leaving the
restaurant.

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