Date: Tue, 20 Apr 1999 15:40:46 PDT
From: Jock Lover <in2jocks@hotmail.com>
Subject: Bedtime for Bledsoe

This story contains graphic sexual interaction between men, and
is intended ONLY for those over the age of eighteen.

These fictional accounts of sex involving celebrities should in
no way suggest that these events occur in their real lives.

Constructive criticism and comments are especially welcome, as
are future story suggestions!

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Bedtime for Bledsoe

(by in2jocks@hotmail.com)

New England Patriots quarterback Drew Bledsoe was looking forward
to a nice, no-commitments day off as he prepared to leave South
Florida to return to the Boston area. The weekend combination of
the golf tournament and the uninhibited sex with his jock buddies
had allowed him to blow off some steam. It was also one of his
last periods of relative freedom before team commitments such as
meetings and the after-draft mini-camps would be taking up most
of his time.

Calling in for his voicemail messages, Drew's easygoing mood
darkened a bit when he heard his agent, Leigh Steinberg, urgently
asking him to call. Reaching the superagent (the model for Jerry
Maguire) in Newport Beach, Steinberg explained that some of his
associates were holding a private training and conditioning camp
for players who were draft candidates, helping them to improve
their eventual position in the selection order.

Apparently, Leigh's longtime client Warren Moon had a conflict
and had to cancel his participation -- could Drew pinch-hit for
the one day? Drew hated to give up his free day, but he owed
Leigh a favor, and he agreed to do it when Steinberg sweetened
the deal by throwing in use of a chartered plane, freeing Drew
from having to fly commercial (just being free from the voracious
autograph hounds made it worth it).

Drew went to tell his buddies goodbye. First, to Dan and Boomer,
who were engrossed in deep discussions about winding up careers
and their futures after football. Next, he shook hands with
Chris, who was staying around to play more golf with some of his
buddies at the PGA National and the Doral Blue Monster.

Lastly, he tracked down Drew Brees and Brian Griese, who were
loading their gear into Brian's Range Rover for an impromptu trip
down to the Keys for a couple of days of "fishing and other
stuff" (Drew knew that the "other stuff" meant that the fish
could breath easy, as they boys probably wouldn't be leaving
their bedroom often -- overall, though, he was really happy that
the two cute hunks had hit it off so well). As the boyish Purdue
sophomore finished giving the Patriots hunk an enthusiastic
goodbye kiss, Bledsoe smiled and winked at Brian, silently
mouthing the words "YOU LUCKY DOG" as Brian nodded back "WHAT CAN
I SAY"?

The short hop to Orlando went quickly, the plane barely getting
to altitude before beginning its descent. A car was waiting to
take Drew to the camp site, a well-equipped junior college
facility northwest of the city proper. As he climbed out of the
car, he realized that he had neglected to ask Leigh who he'd be
working with, but a familiar face near the door gave him a clue
as to at least one of the participants.

"Hey, Damon"! Drew offered his hand to Dolphins backup
quarterback Damon Huard. The brown-haired jock smiled, pleasantly
surprised to see Drew. They'd of course met before, as their
teams being in the AFC East, they played twice every season.

"Either you have a great makeup man, or you're NOT Warren Moon."

"Nah, Moon had a conflict so Leigh Steinberg got me to sub for
him".

"That Steinberg can be pretty persuasive, huh"?

"Yeah, about $42 million worth, I'd say" both jocks laughing over
the agent's well-deserved reputation for obtaining maximum
contracts for his clients.

"Is your brother one of the camp participants?

"He sure is. I originally came just to drive him up and to watch,
but the staff asked me to help out -- I've been throwing patterns
to Tory Holt and the other receivers."

"This is supposed to be one of the best camps, too. Last time I
talked to Chris Mortensen, he told me that Cade McNown spent
three days here and that they took seven tenths off of his 40-
time".

"Yeah, I heard that -- after the Rose Bowl he was projecting as a
mid-second rounder, now they're saying first twenty. That's why
Brock's here -- mostly throwing motion work and other mechanics.

"You ready to go in"?

"Let's do it".

After meeting the staff and changing into workout gear, Drew
discovered that in addition to Brock, he'd be working with Scott
Covington from the Miami Hurricanes and with Duante Culpepper
from Central Florida.

The staff dove right in, and the hours flew by as the players
were moved through a varied rotation of drills, film breakdowns
and examinations. As Damon had stated, Brock's program
concentrated on his mechanics, trying to work out a slight
telegraphing of his arm position as he set up to throw.

With Covington, the concentration was more all-around, covering
the gamut of drills. With Culpepper, clearly the most gifted
athlete in the group, the need was to make the Division 1-AA star
more aware of the huge differences he'd be facing when he lined
up against NFL-caliber defenses. Drew concentrated on
familiarizing the talented first-round prospect with how to read
different defensive sets.

Things broke up about 7:00 p.m. The regular staff had to get
ready for the next group coming in the next day, so the guys left
to clean up and to head out to get dinner. Because his family
lived so close, Duante excused himself as he had made plans to
meet them for dinner, leaving the other four hungry jocks to head
for the steakhouse down the road.

Drew was enjoying the meal, both the conversation and the high
quality of the prime ribeye steak that the waitress had just
delivered. He was savoring the flavor when he felt something
funny under the table -- at first he wasn't sure, but a repeat
motion confirmed it -- one of the guys was playing "footsie" with
him!

He looked at the others -- at first all were poker-faced, but
finally Damon showed the slightest hint of an evil smile. Drew
gave back in turn, causing Damon to push back and smile. Next,
Damon made contact with Scott's leg - with bad timing as Scott
had just taken a sip of water -- he sprayed a bit out and coughed
a few times, but inside he was very happy as he realized that
these studs were silently checking him out, obviously testing to
see if he was interested in messing around (he sure as hell was)!

No one asked for dessert -- they just wanted to get out of there
and back to the hotel for some uninhibited jock action! In the
parking lot, everyone except Damon (who'd not had any drinks
since he knew he'd be driving) got into the back seat. As soon as
they were under way, all four zippers were down and four big stud
weiners were hanging out and being stroked.

In the back seat, Drew grabbed hold of Scott's big fucktool, as
Brock reached over to feel his own huge boner. "Is it as big as
Damon told me it is"?

"Well, I hope so", Drew smiled, secretly pleased that the
Dolphins player had indeed checked him out. "Go ahead, buddy,
it's all yours".

Scott, directly behind Damon, reached up to massaged his
shoulders through his shirt. He said to him in a low voice "man,
Damon, I can't wait to taste that fuckin' pole - it looks really
hot"!

"I want yours too, bud; let's 69 all night, I want to wake up
with your fat pole on my lips".

"Man, you sure must have a wet one, Damon -- I can hear the pre-
cum sloshing on your dick from here, dude"!

"Want a free sample"?

"Fuck Yeah!" Scott whispered, his green eyes fixed on Damon's
hand, picking up lots of the jock lube on his fingers, then
moving his hand back over his right shoulder, close enough to put
his fingers into Scott's open, waiting mouth. The Hurricanes star
closed his eyes as he savored the incredibly rich taste of the
NFL jock's sticky sex cream.

"Look at this, Scott -- Brock leaks just like his brother -- like a
fuckin' fountain" Drew exclaimed. He quickly found a different
use for the Brock-juice - Drew moved up so that the blond boy's
dick made contact with his own huge head, and by rubbing gently,
he coaxed so much jizzy precum out of Brock that Drew's oversized
helmet-head was completely coated with the blond quarterback's
creamy sex goo.

Frustrated in that he needed to pay attention to the dimly-lit
road, Damon could only glance in the mirror for a second or two
at a time, but thankfully they arrived at the hotel soon
thereafter. All of the boys had to pack their stiff boners into
their pants for the short walk from the parking lot to the
detached duplex-style units.

As soon as the door to Brock's and Damon's suite was locked and
the drapes pulled, the four quarterback studs got naked. They all
stood there in a tight circle, all of them well over six feet
tall, and all of them sporting major erections. Then formed a
tight circle, each draping arms around the broad shoulders of the
guy next to him. With just an occasional "oh-yeah" moan, they
didn't speak, lost in lustful admiration of each other's
magnificent tanned bodies. Four incredibly sexy athletes,
mesmerized with jock desire, made their jock erections move up
and down, smiling as they looked to see who could make their
boner bounce up and down the most without touching it. After a
few moments of this fun, it was Brock who spoke:

"C'mon, Damon, let's show Drew and Scott that incest is best"!

"You got it, bro -- feed me that blond shaft, now"!

Drew and Scott looked on with increasing lust as they watched the
two incredibly sexy brothers turn and begin to 69. The siblings
were getting off big-time on having Drew and Scott watch their
expert work on each other's huge jockdicks. Because they'd blown
each other so many times, they knew exactly what the other liked
to have done to his dick. Drew and Scott marveled as they
realized that the brothers were going to cum at the exact same
time, each pumping a huge amount of pent-up jock sperm into his
bro's wide-open hungry jock mouth.

They were even more pleasantly surprised a moment later as they
watched Damon and Brock get up, mouths still closed, and approach
the two QBs. Brock knelt in front of Drew and Damon in front of
Scott, and each of the Huard brothers opened his mouth and
reached for the erect pole of the studly jock in front of him.
Brock and Damon then let the white semen flow out of their
mouths, completely coating their partner's rock-hard shafts with
the jock blow they had just finished sucking. Drew and Scott let
the brothers do their sexy work, reaching out to hold hands in a
string masculine grip as their dicks got coated.

"When we get fucked together", Damon spoke, "we like to have the
studs fucking us use our brother's jizz as his lube. So Scott, I
want you to fuck me with Brock's sperm coating your big dick".

"And Drew, you plow me with Damon's wad all over your huge pole".

Scott and Drew looked at each other with wide smiles, saying at
almost the exact time "COOL"!

Wasting no time, Damon and Brock lay back on the bed, their
powerful jock legs up in the air, then resting solid calves and
ankles on their athletic partner's wide shoulders as the two big
studs moved into position.

Drew's gaze moved over to his right, where Scott had just put his
huge dickhead against Damon's hairless spinchter (Drew noted that
hairless puckers ran in the Huard family). Brock turned to watch
the studly Canes quarterback start to push his big, sperm-coated
dick into his brother's hole.

Brock's 20-year old rectal walls were very moist, his sexual
fervor generating lots of assjuice to wet down Drew's superfat
assbuster. Scott was getting an equally wet ride, his own thick
cock driving ever deeper into the older brown-haired stud's
Dolphin bowels.

Turning to the side again, Brock watched with fascination as
Scott's pace picked up. He shouted out "Do it, Scott, c'mon man,
shove it in to him HARD, my bro' likes it rough"!

Damon turned to face his sibling in the eye, calling out "Isn't
this fuckin' hot, bro, these two big jocks plowing our holes".

"Sure is, Damon, fucking the BEST laying here next to you taking
these big jock poles up our holes"!

"Fuck my brother with that big cock, Drew -- cmon' Scott, you too
-- both of you drill us as hard as you can -- both of you, fuck us
with all you guys got"!

The lust-consumed stud loved the feel of the tall Patriot
superstar's pelvic thrusts, feeling his muscular glutes contract
with each of the Patriot star's forward movements. Drew in turn
was loving the feeling of this totally hot blond boy's rectum --
and was also loving the fact that right next to him his buddy
Scott was laying jock pipe into Brock's equally sexy brother.

Drew couldn't hold back -- he plunged in a final time and left it
in there, his long 10-incher totally balls-deep inside Brock's
incredibly tight anus. Big volleys of NFL quarterback juice
flowed out of his dick deep into the future pro's hot rectal
sheath.

"SHOOT IN US -- NOW"! Brock shouted as his throbbing pole sprayed
out his second load of the night. Damon, realizing that his
brother had reached orgasm, began to lose it as well, shooting
big gobs of Dolphin studjam all over the place.

As he ejaculated, Damon's hot pucker went into a crazy spasm
around the Hurricane grad's driving muscleboy pole. This caused
Scott's huge wad of college-jock fuckblow to begin to rocket deep
into the brown-haired brother's jock anus, the sheer force of the
semen spray driving the stud batter into the deepest part of
Damon's jock bowels.

The boys were wiped out -- the football work and the sexual
gymnastics had combined to tire even these superbly-conditioned
athletes out, and they crashed for the night.

When Drew woke up , he found a note next to his pillow -- "Drew --
I'm a real deep sleeper -- whatever you do, wake me up when you
get up".

Drew looked over and saw the beautiful jock, breathing deeply and
contentedly, his cute face turned so that his sexy sideburns were
fully exposed. Drew almost hated to disturb him, but the note
was, well, the note.

"Hey sleepyhead . . . "

"N- No, mom, its Saturday, no school . . . ."

Drew smiled at the groggy dreamer … "wake up right now or its
free-agency for you, boy" he said in a mock-angry voice.

Scott was momentarily startled, but then realized where he was,
and that the person next to him was definitely NOT his mother
(after all, moms don't usually come equipped with ten-inch
penises)!

"You found my note -- good".

"You could've slept in dude -- aren't you driving back to Miami
with Damon and Brock"? They're not leaving until a lot later.

"Yeah, but you and I didn't get to fuck last night, and I'd kill
myself if I didn't take this chance to offer you my ass -- if you
want it, that is".

"Fuck yeah I want it -- it's a real fine ass, Scott-man".

"So, how about a shower -- I've been practicing dropping the
soap".

"Oh yeah? So what am I gonna see when you bend down to pick it
up"?

"I'm gonna flash you some hot jock male snatch , big stud -- a
nice hairy SoCal hole that's been itching for your giant rammer
to show it a good time".

"So why are we sitting here talking"?

Drew ended up dumping three big loads of jockblow into the sexy
Californian's hairy hole before they left for Boston. As the
plane headed north, Drew made a note to himself to send Leigh
Steinberg a real nice thank-you gift.

(end)