Date: Mon, 23 Jun 2008 00:57:14 +0000 From: Bill Drake Subject: Day in the Life of a Town Football Star, ch. 3 Day in the Life of a Town Football Star Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com) EXPLICIT CONTENT FOR ADULTS ONLY. If you are under age leave this page. Or if sexual fiction describing action between men, including relatives, turns you off read no further. For more of my stories check out the Prolific authors page here at Nifty, or join my Yahoo group: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/drakestories/. Feedback to billdrake@hotmail.com. Meanwhile, sit back and enjoy the continued adventures of Dan... Day in the Life of a Town Football Star 3 Dan had dress shirt, tie, khakis and blue blazer hanging up in his Bronco, and he quickly changed into them before peeling out of the parking lot and across town to the Best Western conference hotel, where the honorary banquet was being held. Fortunately he wasn't late. Other Kiwanis members were arriving at the same time. Dan pulled into his spot at the same time as a realtor who went to his church. "Heya Dan!" Brian Erlich greeted him. "I usually dread these lunches but I was real glad to hear they were giving you this year's award. I can't think of a better recipient. Besides," his voice dropped down to a sexy drawl, "it's always great to see you, bud. Been too long for my taste." Brian wasn't the most muscularly perfect man, or the best hung, but at 33 and in the prime of his life, he was gorgeous. Perfect movie-star features, sea-blue eyes, thick light brown hair, dimpled cheeks. And, as Dan remembered, he was a good lay, pure horny eagerness making up for lack of brutish cockmanship. He wondered now why he didn't call Brian more often. "Sorry, Bri. Been busy with school and football, ya know." "Ah don't worry, stud. I know I'm not the only guy chasing after a piece of you. Just remember that I'm always up for a hot session with you." "Thanks. We'll get together soon, sir." "Great," the realtor smiled. He had to reach down to adjust the crotch of his suit. Dan was seated at the dais, in the seat of honor, next to the mayor. As the men filed in, he chatted with the Kiwanis president, a deep-voiced Texan investment broker named Will. He didn't know what made him melt more: the man's pale blue eyes, or his lilting Texan drawl. He jolted as two meaty hands gripped his shoulders. He looked up to see a familiar ruddy-cheeked police officer hulking above him. "Pete!" Dan cried. Lt. Peter Denton was Dan's first time, and he always had a soft spot for the powerbuilt officer friendly. "Hey Danny boy. Sorry to interrupt, but I got someone I want to introduce you to. You mind, Will? I'll bring him back in five minutes tops." "Go ahead," the businessman smiled, guessing the true purpose of the "introduction". Pete led Dan to a back service room, where he turned around and began unbuckling. The weight of his gun belt pulled down his trousers. Apparently Pete went commando on the beat cause a nice, meaty rump greeted Dan's lusty gaze. The jock whistled and ran his hands along the gluteal mounds. "Sorry to miss you guys this morning. I was on a call and couldn't break away." Rimming wasn't Dan's favorite activity - he much preferred to be the recipient of a good tonguing - but some guys had such perfect masculine butts that begged to be worshiped. Officer Denton was one of those guys. Dan breathed in and buried his face deep in the smooth cleft of the police lieutenant's ass cleft. Instantly he was intoxicated by the heat and scent. The contact of smooth wet tongue to wrinkled cop pucker was intense. "Oh, yeah, jock. Eat out that hole. That's it... lick all around, baby, wet me up good. Make me your ass slut. Big juicy wide open hole for ya. Ooh, yeah, push that tongue in, lick me out from the inside. It's all yours baby." The cop continued his nasty fuck talk as Dan rimmed him like there was no tomorrow. It wasn't long before his asscheeks clenched and his cock belted out wad after wad of its nectar. Dan stood and precision guided his now aching prick to Pete's hole. Loosened and wet, the gash opened up to accept the invader. "Damn, Pete, I swear this hole gets hotter every time. Been exercising it?" "The chief has. It seems every time the fucker calls me into his office these days I leave with a bellyful of come. From one end or the other. But you know something, kid?" "What?" "You're a better fuck than he is." Dan wrapped the cop's body with the tight grip of his arms, then seized and shot. After the lunch the club members all came up and shook Dan's ball-tossing hand. He smiled wider when Brian came up to him. Damn, the guy looked sexy with his beaming smile and aw-shucks expression. "Congratulations, Dan." Then taking a look around to make sure he was out of earshot, "Tell me if I'm out of line, son, but a few of my buds and I booked a room upstairs in case you wanted some action this afternoon." Brian looked apprehensive, unsure if this young jock god was going to accept his offer. "What's the room number?" Dan asked, cool as a cat. He was always up for a group scene and after looking around the roomful of business studs for an hour, his hormones raged out of control. Brian grinned like the Cheshire cat, dimples showing high and wide. "304. I'll be up there." He took off, leaving Dan to the next Kiwanis man to congratulate him. The athlete wondered which of these upstanding citizens would be joining the sex party shortly. His heart raced in horny imagination. Room 304 was darkened by the shades and was quiet except for the hum of the air conditioner and the slick sound of blowjobs. Dan knelt on his knees and sucked a sizeable cock attached to a suit whose owner he couldn't see much less recognize. Then another took its place. He recognized this prick by shape and size; it was Mr. Johnson, a quiet masculine older banker who lived down the street. He felt the commanding presence of the man's hand pushing his head down to the cock base. Then releasing. Then pushing again. Finally, he heard Mr. Johnson say, "Try my boy, now," and guided Dan's head to the man next to him. The guy was young and the spitting image of his father. Dan dove down and sucked for all his might. This was so perverted but it turned Dan on like nothing else. He looked up to see the older Johnson lock lips with his offspring. Dan imagined kissing his own father like that and had to remove his hands from his cock before he spewed. "Control, son" he heard one businessman laugh as Dan pulled off of the younger Johnson's spitslick cock. Dan watched in disbelief as the father walked behind his son and lifted the guy's shirttails. He couldn't see all that was happening but he knew from the young man's cries that he was getting penetrated from behind. It was a sight that Dan never expected to witness and in lust he gobbled up the prick in front of him once more, eager to participate somehow in this primal incestuous coupling. One horned up man took advantage of Dan's state to remove his khakis and hike his butt back. "Damn, a jockstrap," the deep voice remarked. It was the same Texas accent of the president, Dan remarked as he felt large, commanding fingers apply cool gel to his pucker. So it wasn't just gonna be a suck party. Cool. The Texan went high and deep and made Dan moan around the cock he was sucking. Had a cock big enough to let Dan know he was getting royally screwed. The athlete remarked how much the suckee leaked til he realized the guy was shooting off in his mouth. Watery, but not thin, the semen was a welcome elixir. The father was next, pulling out his prick and thrusting it between his son's muscular thighs. The prick was long enough for Dan to suck in the head that emerged in front of the younger man's legs. He sucked and got rewarded with the father's sperm, too. Another man took duty at the front, someone Dan didn't recognize but whom he'd gladly add to his black book of horny married fuckbuddies. The fucker was tall and hung and didn't waste time spearing his way down past the resistance in the ballplayer's tight throat. He obviously wasn't a novice at getting his way. By now the banker top shot big and dismounted. He was replaced by a smooth penetration from a man who rubbed the length of Dan's bulging lats. "Heya bud," he cooed as he started fucking the bent over athlete. It was Brian Erlich, all right, now doing a number that made Dan's ass sing. He lifted his head from the insistent mystery cock and looked back into his fucker's steely blue eyes. "Dick me, man," Dan called out in a gutteral cry that made a few of the men in the room moan. The action was definitely heating up to a high pitch now. Brian's eyes twinkled and his dimples made his furrowed expression that much more sinister. "You bet, bud," he growled and kicked apart Dan's thighs before pile driving in. "Shit, yeah," Dan thought, "this guy knows how to fuck. Sure as shit gonna call him up for a private session soon." The tall guy got impatient and inserted his cock into Dan's open mouth once more. He didn't take long to shoot, and soon Dan was face to crotch with another horned up businessman, who rubbed the quarterback's face against the awe-inspiring mound in his suit pants. Brian had staying power at backside duty, while the men fucking Dan's face were firing their salvo down his gullet within minutes. Which suited the football jock fine: he could enjoy this incredible screw and take load after load into his belly. It was the best of both worlds. Finally, with great fanfare, Brian gripped Dan's waist and started going deep. He was gaining on his nut and soon enough the man spermed his young fuck's hole. The sensation of the intense violation made Dan's own body shudder and his sperm shoot into his packed jockstrap. Dan loved to shoot off hands free, and Brian's deep tissue massage was just the trigger. His only disappointment was his temporary loss of consciousness from orgasm. As he regained his senses, he realized the realtor has already pulled out. Feeling empty, he hiked his bubblebutt back into the air, spreading his legs and feeling the loads of three men start to seep out of his assring. It didn't take long for another man to step up. The penetration was quick and Dan was ready for it. With wanton lust he lifted off the city councilman's crotch in front of him and heaved his body up and down on the prick fucking him. The men went wild at the display. "Jeez, the kid's hot to trot." "Yeah. Reynolds is as hot a fuck as Wilson was." Hank Wilson was the star quarterback eight years ahead of Dan. He'd gone of to start at State and then to pro stardom. To this day, his name was legendary around Eastman. "Shit, Dave, I think this one has Wilson beat." The fucking went on. The more the men talked about Dan, the hotter the athlete got. The fucking got more intense. So did the cocksucking. The men had gone through one round with the kid when they started on a second. Brian sat, cock erect, with his trousers off, just his shirt and tie intact. "Suck me, kid." Dan didn't need any more ordering, he feasted his way around Erlich's dick. (to be cont.)