Date: Thu, 03 Jan 2002 16:03:48 -0500
From: Paul Foley <wooflix@hotmail.com>
Subject: Eating the Quarterback part 4

Disclaimer: This story is about a sexual encounter between four men.
Everything is pure fantasy. I wish that it were all true. If you're under
18, go watch a Disney Video. The rest of you: read on and enjoy!

Eating the Quarterback - part four

Snuggling with Keith was just heavenly. Here I was, Mr. Average sleeping
with the starting stud quarterback of one of the major college football
programs in the country.

Anyway, the nap lasted for a couple of hours, when I heard a knocking sound
on the door. Keith put on a robe and cracked the door to see who was
disturbing us. Keith was trying to keep the door a crack, but it was obvious
that someone on the other side of that door decided to come in the room. The
door flung against the wall, and in strode one of the coaches, fully
dressed.

"Keith, are you stupid? You really think you can pull this shit in the
dorm??" Keith looked over at me, and back to the coach and shrugged his
shoulders and said "How come you look the other way when one of those
receivers has a girl or two in their bed?"

"Son, you know this isn't California. You can't pull that here, or you'll
find yourself in a bad situation. Take it off campus." The Coach started for
the door, and before leaving the suite, he grinned at me with a wink. What
the...?

Keith shut the door and locked it, and came back and sat next to me on the
bed, while I sat up and massaged his powerful shoulders. "Damn," he said "I
have been really careful, but I guess you got me so turned on that I wasn't
thinking and forgot to lock the door. Eric is gone for the weekend - you
remember my roommate, right?" I replied that I did, with an impish grin, and
continued working his muscular back.

"Well, I've gotta get you outta here, before that wise-ass tips anybody off.
He's strange - hot to trot one minute, and then he gets all bossy if he
thinks you have screwed up." Keith said.

Well, I knew I needed to get dressed and hit the road, so I started getting
dressed while Keith kept trying to play with me, kissing me, stuff like
that. "Keith, I gotta get outta here - this was a bad idea."
Keith grabbed me and I thought he was gonna punch me. "Let me tell you
something - we did NOTHING wrong - I thought it was wonderful. I'd like to
see you again."

Damn. A hot quarterback,and his hot lineman roommate both wanting to date
me? How incredible could this turn of events be??

"Keith, I think there's a problem. Eric is also interested in me." Keith let
out a loud laugh, "Eric?? Why, that cocksucker ain't half the man I am, and
he thinks long-term plans. You know where I come from, I could never do
anything but bring home a girl, and pretend to love her, provide grandkids,
shit like that. It's not what I want, but that's how it is where I am from.
Look, I don't have to make that decision for a while, let's just have fun!"

I could see there was a bitterness in his tone, but he put on such a sweet,
gentle smile for my benefit that I had to play along. "I don't care if you
date Eric, as long as I can see you too." He turned to his desk and jotted
down his room phone, and slipped it into my bag. He then moved close to me,
and gave me a most sensual kiss. Woof.

I had to get out of there, before I started ripping my clothes back off.
We made idle conversation while I finished getting myself together, and made
me promise to call him.

I promised I'd call, and left the suite. I headed down the stairwells, and
as I passed the front desk, I noticed one of the coaches standing there. He
motioned me over to a lobby seating area, and I followed him over and sat
down in a plush leather chair. "Son, we need to talk. I'm Coach Nelson, and
I've kinda taken Keith under my wing. He has a possibly bright future, but
he's not the sharpest tool in the shed. I keep my eye on him. I put him with
a good roommate that knows the score." I started to reply, but the coach
interrupted me. "Son, I think that you and I can come to an agreement that
makes us both happy - you have a few minutes to spare so we can discuss this
further in my office?"

I stood up with the coach, and followed him down the corridor to his office.
He opened the door and as I passed him I could feel the heat of his stare on
me. He closed the door and I could hear the lock turn. I had a feeling I
knew where this was going, after all.

"Have a seat." he said. I looked around the medium sized office, and admired
the photos on the wall of some of the past players, and could see a few of
them were autographed for this coach. I could just make out one of the more
legible inscriptions - "To my favorite coach ever - you know what a player
needs to survive the game." My slutty mind started working again, despite
being a bit tired from my day's exploits with the two varsity football
players and varsity baseball player.

"Son, what is your social security number?" he asked, manipulating the mouse
on his desktop PC. I gave him the number, and he started looking through the
system at my college transcript. "I see you are a pretty good student - not
perfect, but a fine academic record. I understand that you are assisting
Mark with his homework, since you share a class. That's great, but I don't
want you to get too distracted playing around. That's what concerns me -
these boys need protection, since there are so many folks out there that
have good intentions that could ruin their eligibility. Helping a fellow
classmate with homework is safe, but I want you to keep that in the library
or the dorm study hall. Keep Mark's mind on the subject and not on your
crotch."

I nervously agreed, and felt uncomfortable making deals with this stud of a
coach. He had copper colored dark red hair, a powerful lean build, and a
nice reddish blond mustache. I couldn't tell how hairy he was, as I didn't
see anything poking out of his shirt anywhere.

"Now, as far as Keith and Eric go, that's a personal situation. Once in a
while we do get players that aren't turned on by pussy, so we have to be
very careful with them. They are absolutely forbidden to go off to any
questionable clubs, if you know what I mean." I nodded, aware that there was
a gay club just outside of campus - I had never seen a sports player there,
and this helped to explain why. "Now, if you know anything about where Keith
comes from..." It was my turn to interrupt him. "Coach, Keith and I already
had a talk, so I understand the situation."

"Son, I'm glad to hear that." The Coach stood, and moved around his desk and
stood in front of me. I could see a large bulge in his coach's shorts and
I'm sure he didn't mistake my stare. "So, you are good at what you do, huh?"
I nodded with a wicked grin. "Prove it." It only took me about a split
second to get on my knees and see what this redhead pulled out of his pants.

Coach smiled, and started slowly unzipping the shorts. I could see a white
jock was underneath, and when he unhooked the waistband flap, his shorts
slid down to his muscular calves. He legs were not very hairy at all, but
his crotch was covered in copper colored body hair. Yum! He turned around to
give me a visual tour, and when I reached out to touch his ass, he whipped
around and grabbed my chin and barked a warning -"Did I give you permission,
boy?"

I'm sure I looked like a scared rabbit under his powerful clinched hand -
this man could beat the shit out of me, and I'd always heard Red-heads had
quick tempers. I didn't want to find out by getting a busted jaw. Coach
smiled a warm grin at me, and said "Sorry - I forgot you are probably not
used to that kind of treatment. I guess you are one of the ones that does
better with a little bit of honey."

Coach pulled off his shirt to reveal muscular pecs with a nice coat of the
same copper colored hair - it looked so pretty against his tanned skin. He
kicked off his shorts, and stood there in front of me in nothing but a jock,
and athletic cross-trainers on his feet.

"C'mere son..." he cooed to me, as he moved closer to me, and wrapped his
powerful arms around my back and gave me a wonderful, warm hug. My sudden
fear melted away, and I relaxed again with this older stud.

"Like what you see, son? I can't go any further than this here - too
dangerous. I want you at my condo at eight-thirty. I'm going to grill some
steaks, so I expect you there. Keith and Eric are supposed to show up, so it
should make for an interesting evening. If it's comfortable, I'll fire up
the hottub. You game?"

I nodded my head, and Coach chuckled, handing me a card from his desk .
"Here's the address - don't be late. My cell number is on the card if you
need it." At that, Coach quickly got his shirt and shorts back on, although
his bulge had not gone down much. He gave me a nice kiss on the lips and
told me he'd see me later that evening.

So, I headed out the front door of the dorm, my head still spinning. This
simple little playtime was getting so involved! It was like being a
character in a bad soap! Me, the athletic supporter? HA!

I drove home, and flipped through the closet to find something suitable to
wear - preferably something sea green or teal to bring out my eyes. I found
the perfect shirt and jeans, and then hopped in the shower. I made sure to
get myself clean -pits, ass,everywhere in between. I would not wear any
deodorant tonight, so have to smell good!

I grabbed my keys and stuff, and headed on my way to the Coach's condo. I
didn't have too much traffic in the way, so I was about 5 minutes early when
I rang the doorbell.

I was pleased that it was Eric who answered the door. He greeted me with a
big bear hug - I could feel the abundant chest hair rubbing through his thin
t-shirt. His nipples were hard and pointy, as I could see those too. He shut
the door behind us, and firmly picked me up and tossed me over his shoulder.
DAMN he was strong. I couldn't help but laugh as he carried me through the
condo to the kitchen, yelling "Look what I found at the frontdoor!" I tend
to giggle sometimes, and this was no exception. I'm not a small guy, either!

Coach was already in the kitchen getting the steaks ready to grill and
chatting with Keith, who was being instructed on how to make a tossed salad.
Coach was right, Keith was not really sharp about everyday life, but he was
one hell of an athlete.

I was amused when Eric and Keith both bumped chests and made loud noises,
teasing each other about who saw me first. I giggled again, and planted a
friendly kiss on the Coach's cheek, while he grinned and welcomed me to his
home, and ordered the two jocks to knock it off and see to my comfort. Keith
offered me a beer while Eric went to start up the hot-tub. It would be a
beautiful, clear spring night to relax under the stars.

We took the drinks and salad out to the back deck, and I sat down while
Keith and the Coach finished preparations, and Eric returned to the table
and played footsie with me while we chatted about last season. I loved
hearing the private stories about the lockerroom conversations, thrown cups
of gatorade by coaches, stuff like that. It was fun listening to these
modern day warriors talk about their battles, while the Coach grilled the
steaks on the gas grill.

Finally, we sat down to dinner. I was almost afraid to put my hand out on
the table - these guys might bite it off the way they ate! Coach made sure I
got plenty to eat, and after a couple more beers, it was time to relax in
the twilight under the darkening sky. Hottub time!

Coach and the boys ushered me downstairs to the basement level, where next
to the elaborate weight set, I could see the hottub on the patio, and a dry
sauna just around the corner, next to the large bathroom. I could see that
the bathroom was equipped with a huge shower room - my devilish mind started
scheming immediately!

We all got undressed and Coach tossed me a robe - apparently he didn't want
any funny business going on for prying neighbor eyes, so we played it cool
outside. Of course, three hot naked jocks in a hottub with me meant I would
wear a constant boner.

I felt myself starting to prune, and excused myself. I got out of the tub,
and could feel all eyes were on me as I put on the robe and headed inside to
the large bathroom. I'd had enough of being a sweetheart, and decided it was
time to let the pig out. I took off the robe and started up one of the
shower heads, and slowly began to rinse off and soap up. I knew I would soon
have company, but who would be first?

I heard the shower door open, and while I thought it might be Eric, it was
the Coach. He was obviously quite aroused at the sight of my naked body, and
said "Here, your back needs some scrubbing, son." He came up very close
behind me, and I passed him the soap. Coach first lathered up his hairy
chest and crotch, then pulled me back against him. He started rubbing that
hot hairy body up and down, rubbing his hard cock against my ass while
coating me with a white lather from his body.

The shower door opened again, and there was Keith - boner in hand. "Can I
join the party?" he asked the Coach obediently. Coach winked at him and
reached around to wrap his soapy hand around my cock, to make sure it was
nice and clean. Keith turned on another shower head, rinsed off, and moved
behind the coach. Coach passed him the soap, and while the Coach played with
my nipples and cock, Keith soaped up Coach's back and ass. MMMM! It was
getting nice and steamy in the shower room.

Coach ordered both of us to turn around, and then it was my turn to rub the
coach's nice clean back and ass, while he started working on Keiths ass and
back. I got on my knees, and started working my hands into the Coach's tight
asscheeks. Coach spread his cheeks for me to get easier access, and I could
see that Keith had gotten on his knees as well, working on the Coach's hot
red cock from the other side with his mouth.

I shoved my face into Coach's crack as deep as possible, so I could slide my
eager tongue up that furry red hole. Coach was obviously enjoying the
attention by the sound of his deep moans and groans. Coach ordered Keith up
off the shower floor and bend over the quarterback against the nice tiled
bench against the shower wall. I stood up and was suddenly grasped from
behind and my face was thrust back into the coach's ass. Eric has quietly
entered the shower room while I was occupied, and he was rubbing his meaty
thick rod up and down my wet crack, turned on by the three-way scene he
found after cleaning up the Coach's kitchen.

Coach started the hottest, nastiest verbal assault I had heard in awhile, as
he slid that red, thick, meaty cock into his quarterback's willing ass
chute. I was very turned on by all this verbal abuse that I had to have that
lineman's cock deep inside me. Eric was eager to please me and slid in deep,
stroking my nipples while I tried to eat Coach's ass. Eric pulled me up so I
could breathe while I rode his big meat, and we watched the Coach start
really fucking Keith with wild abandon while Keith moaned in ecstasy. I
could tell Eric was getting close as he chewed on my ear and fucked my ass
while I stroked my hard cock.

"Yeah boy, let me fuck that horny hole real GOOD, motherfucker!" Coach cried
out as he sped up and slapped his thighs and nuts against Keith's ass. Eric
whispered in my ear "Yeah, you like riding my fat cock while you watch the
Coach, don't ya boy!" Again, I was getting so close to shooting my wad - and
just as I reached my climas, a roar sounded from behind me as Eric dumped
his hot frothy load of mancream deep in my ass, and the Coach bellowed like
a Marine while he planted his pole deep in Keith's ass and shot his seed
deep inside.

I practically collapsed into Eric's arms, I shot my wad so hard. We were all
pretty whipped after that scene, and the Coach suggested we dry off and move
upstairs.

We moved into the kitchen and chatted briefly, and I nejoyed a goodnight
kiss from each handsome stud. I drove home with my ass still full of Eric's
cream, and discovered a phone message from Eric when I got home.

I think Eric is falling in love with me - and I am sure I drifted off to
sleep with a wicked grin on my face.

To be continued...

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