Date: Thu, 23 Aug 2001 00:13:18 -0500 (CDT)
From: JP
Subject: "Chris Simms - Longhorn Nights"

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. The author does not know Chris
Simms, and has no knowledge of his private life whatsoever. This is a pure
fantasy depicting sex between consenting adult men. If this offends you, do
not read further. If not, enjoy!

"Chris Simms - Longhorn Nights"

As a college sports reporter for the University at Texas-Austin radio
station, I often get assignments to interview athletes from around the
college. This past summer, I was working the summer quarter shift while
taking classes at the University, and since there weren't many other people
around this time of year, I got a lot of the major assignments, even though
I'm only a junior. It was pretty challenging work, but boy did it pay off
in the end!
	In early August, I found out that I had scored the interview of my
dreams - Texas Longhorns quarterback Chris Simms! He had always been big
news around the school, because his father Phil Simms was a famous NFL
quarterback.  But this was the first year he would be starting for the
whole season, and now he was the talk of all of Texas - he was expected to
carry the team to a championship and was the pre-season favorite for the
Heismann trophy. But that wasn't the real reason I wanted to interview him
so much. He is, to put it lightly, a Greek god. At 6 foot 5 inches and 225
pounds, he is a mammoth of muscle, but at the same time he has an
absolutely angelic face - wide, sparkling blue eyes, short blond hair, and
a breathtaking smile. Actually, I was a little worried about this interview
- I didn't know if I would be able to control myself! Certainly, I would
have a raging hard-on the whole time, I just had to hope that he wouldn't
notice.
	Well, the day of the interview finally came, and I was really
excited to meet him. I prepared a whole bunch of professional-sounding
questions, but football would probably be furthest from my mind while
looking at him. Anyway, we arranged to meet in a small press room at the
football stadium before a routine practice. I sat there with my microphone
and notepad for almost a half an hour until he finally showed up. But it
was certainly worth the wait - he came in wearing a stripped-down version
of his Longhorns uniform, without most of the padding that players have to
wear on the field, and he looked amazing! I introduced myself and shook his
hand - he had a very firm handshake! I'm only 6 foot 1, so while he didn't
exactly tower over me, he certainly had to look down to talk. We both sat
down and I asked him a bunch of pretty formal questions about the upcoming
season. But after awhile, the tone of the conversion started to change.
	I asked him about his recent cover story in The Sporting News
magazine, where they had picked him as the Heismann winner, and he started
to laugh.
	"You thought it was too much hype?" I asked.
	"No, that's not it. It's just that it was a little embarrassing, if
you know what I mean."
	I didn't, so I said "What are you talking about?"
	"Well," he replied, "didn't you think the photos were a little
too...revealing?"
	I couldn't believe that he just brought this up. On both the cover
and the main photo in the story, the outline of his penis was clearly
visible through his tight white uniform. Of course I had noticed this (you
wouldn't believe how excited I was when I first saw the issue), and I had
jerked off to the two photos every night since I bought it. I didn't want
him to know how much I obsessed over the photos, so I just said "Oh, it
wasn't that bad."
	"Oh, come on. You could see my dick on every newsstand in America!"
he joked, laughing.
	"Well, I'm sure it made some people very happy." I joked back,
hoping he would drop the subject before he made me bust a nut in my pants.
	Then, unbelievably, he looked right at me and said "You think so?"
while giving me a very flirtatious smile. Maybe I was reading into him too
much, but it really seemed to me like he might be a little interested in
me.
	I was speechless, so I just stared right back at his beautiful blue
eyes for a few moments before I forced out "Well, a lot of girls probably
bought up every issue they could find." I was trying to keep the tone
light, and I certainly didn't want him to know that I was gay. This guy was
a lot bigger than me, and a football player, for crying out loud, so I
really didn't want him to get mad at me. But on the other hand, the way he
was looking at me was so sensuous that I couldn't rule out the possibility
that he was gay too. If he was, I wouldn't be too surprised if he was
attracted to me - I'm pretty hot myself, or so I've been told. People
always tell me I look like one of the Carlson twins from the Abercrombie &
Fitch catalogues, and even though it's very flattering, it's really not far
off. I modeled a bit in high school and I've been working out a lot since I
got to college.
	Chris just laughed when I said that, putting his head down with
embarrassment - God was he cute! - and on the way up he stopped his head
right as he passed over my crotch with his eyes. My heart felt like it
stopped as well when he did this, and I quickly glanced down at my pants to
see what he was looking at - only to discover the massive tent-pole I was
sporting! I had been hard for so long that there was even a wet spot right
in the center where I had been dripping pre-cum from my swollen cock. I
thought I had worn pants that would hide this problem, but they were no
match for my rock-hard dick.
	"It looks like you've got the same problem right now," Chris said
with a very obvious tone of lust in his voice. I couldn't believe it - my
suspicions were true, no doubt about it! Right now, the best (and hottest)
college football player in the country was sitting in a room alone with me,
staring at my cock! It was just too good to be true, I felt like I was
about to faint. But as the possibilities raced into my head, my thoughts
quickly turned to primal lust. If Chris Simms wanted to fuck me, I would
give him the fuck of his life.
	My eyes shifted over to his tight, white uniform pants to see if he
had as much interest below the waist as he had in his voice, and boy, did
he show interest! I could see his erection growing fast beneath his pants
as it bulged out to one side, giving me a nice look at the outline of his
cock. His dick was a familiar sight to me by now, but never under these
conditions! It just kept going and going, until it was at least nine
inches. I looked back up into his eyes and he was still smiling at me,
slowly moving closer to my chair. We understood each other without having
to say a word - we let our cocks speak for themselves. I finally uttered
"We better turn this microphone off."
	He stopped and said "Wait, not right now. Someone might walk in."
My heart sank - I couldn't wait any longer to jump his bones.
	"Really? You think?" I said, somewhat upset.
	He laughed a little more and said "Yeah, but I'll tell you
what. Meet me back at my apartment after practice. Like 9:00, ok?"  He gave
me the address, and you better believe I would remember it for later!
	"Yeah, that would be great," I muttered, still taking glances down
at his beautifully hard penis. Just then, he made a quick grab with one
hand for my cock, gave it a firm, quick squeeze, sending a heat wave of
pleasure throughout my body, and then bolted from his chair out the door. I
just sat there, still in shock. My dick was aching and swollen, and it
would be hours before I would get to be with Chris alone again. I couldn't
wait any more for release, so I quickly headed out the door a minute later
and made my way over to the men's room at the stadium, all the while trying
to conceal the bulge in my pants. I went into a stall, quickly ripped my
pants and boxers down, and started jerking off furiously over the toilet,
standing up. It didn't take long for me to cum, and while I pumped my
thick, 8 inch cock up and down, I thought of all the things I wanted to do
to Chris, and all of the things I wanted him to do to me. Surely, I wanted
to drive that luscious cock into my mouth and my ass, but I also pictured
his rock-hard abs and pecs, hot, pressed up against me, his legs wrapped
around my body, grinding us together...in no time, I was shooting a giant
wad of cum into the toilet. I zipped up, got my equipment from the press
room, and went home to relax. In only a few hours, Chris Simms would be all
mine.
	At 9:30 (I wanted to be sure he'd be home), I approached his
off-campus apartment building where he stayed during the summer. I rang the
buzzer and after awhile, heard his low, sexy voice say "Hello."
	"Hey, it's me. Sorry I'm a little late."
	"No problem, come right up."
	I jetted up to his apartment on the sixth floor, my heart pounding
and my dick throbbing. As I reached the door, it finally dawned on me -
this is it. Your ultimate fantasy come to life before your very eyes. I was
filled with so much adrenaline, so much energy and lust, I felt like I was
going to burst.
	Chris opened the door slowly, and I walked in. He was wearing a
white Hanes T-Shirt, tight around his awesomely ripped chest, and loose,
long khakis, and he looked even better than before, if that was possible. I
was in a black T-Shirt and jeans, and I ambled into his living room, not
knowing what to expect. He offered me a beer, and told me to take a seat,
and that immediately calmed me down.  I plopped down on his black leather
sofa, and looked around his place. Boy, was this guy living
comfortably. Everything looked like it cost a million bucks, and no doubt a
lot of it did.
	I heard his voice from another room yell out "Hey, do you smoke?" I
said "Sure," not knowing exactly what he meant. Since I smoked both
cigarettes and weed, whatever he had in mind was all right with me. I was
surprised though, when he walked into the living room with two beers in one
hand and a giant, two-foot glass bong in the other.
	"Nice," I said, looking forward to the weed relaxing my racing
mind. Then I had a thought and asked, "Hey, don't they drug test you for
the team?"
	He laughed a little and said "When you're the star quarterback,
there are ways around everything."
	I laughed back at him as he turned on a rap CD from his huge stereo
system. I really didn't expect such an all-American boy like Chris to be
this chill, but it was a pleasant surprise. I loving being high when I fuck
- my head just ends up swimming in pleasure. He sat down on the couch next
to me, and we passed the bong back and forth a few times. The weed hit me
immediately - whatever hook-up he was getting in Austin was a lot better
than mine! We sat there, our heads buzzing for awhile, feeling the beat
from the music, when he finally turned to me and said "You know, I could
tell that you were into me as soon as we met."
	That's not usually what I hear from guys - since I act completely
straight, no one can ever really tell that I'm gay unless I tell them.
	"How?" I asked, cracking up, looking back at him into his gorgeous
blue eyes.
	"Well, for one thing," he replied, giggling "I could see your boner
when I first walked in the room."
	I laughed back at him, and slowly moved myself closer to him on the
couch. I could see now that his eyes were turning bright red, as I'm sure
mine were too. We were both stoned out of our minds, full of lust, and
ready to fuck each other's brains out. At the same time, we moved one arm
over to the other's head, drawing our faces closer together. I closed my
eyes, and the next thing I felt was Chris's warm, full lips touching
mine. As I opened my mouth, I felt his hot tongue enter and push its way
deep into my mouth, licking the length of my tongue. As our tongues snaked
around each other, exploring every surface, nook and cranny of our mouths,
our hands wandered across each other's muscular backs. I moved one hand
down to his cock, bulging in his khakis, and pressed against the whole
length of it, feeling all 9 and a half inches of hot, hard flesh. Soon, I
felt his hand wander over my cock, his fingers wrapping around the thick
shaft, tugging gently.
	With my other hand, I began to lift up his T-shirt, pushing it up
his back and over his head. We stopped kissing so he could finish taking it
off, and in the meantime I quickly lifted my own shirt over my head. We sat
there now, both topless, taking in each other's rock-hard chests with our
eyes. He was so built, it made me jealous. Each muscle was so sharp and
defined - and his pecs were enormous. I couldn't resist, so I reach out and
grabbed one, squeezing gently as I went in for another kiss. This time, it
was a harder, more animal kiss - our hard tongues wrestled together with
furious passion. His sweaty hands wandered all over my chest and back,
deeply massaging my muscles. As I tried to get one hand into his pants, we
knew it was time, so we both stopped for a moment and unzipped our
pants. With one tug, my jeans and boxers were down to my knees, and my
throbbing cock sprang out into Chris's view. His eyes widened and he
stopped working on his own pants, entranced by the site of my dripping, red
hot dick. He quickly went down to it, adjusting himself on the couch so
that he was lying down, and with one motion, engulphed all of my 8 inches
into his hungry mouth. I was surprised how good a cocksucker he was! Later,
he told me he had started sucking cock when he was 12, so I guess he's had
a lot of practice by now. He worked my shaft with his mouth like an expert
- it didn't take long for me unload a thick stream of cum down his
threat. He greedy licked up all the cum off my slit, and then let out a
low, ecstatic groan as he savored the taste of my juice.
	Her smiled up at me to let me know that it was my turn now, so I
quickly rearranged myself on the sofa so that I could begin sucking him
off.  I yanked down his khakis and boxers, and his giant tool smacked me
across the cheek, leaving a trail of hot pre-cum. I knew he was anxious to
blow his load, so I wasted no time and swallowed it whole before even
getting a good look at it. As his cock-head hit the back of my throat, he
moaned loudly. His tool filled my mouth completely - it felt even bigger
than it looked! I went up and down on his long, thick shaft only a few
times before I felt a stream of hot, delicious cum pump into the back of my
mouth. I swished it around in my mouth a few times, letting the thick
strands rope around my tongue so I could take in the taste. Then, I
swallowed the load while licking his oozing cock clean.
	I waited for a moment, staring at his red, salivated penis, and
then moved my head back up to meet his as we began to copiously make out
again. The cum still in our mouths mingled together, making the kiss sticky
and gooey. Our mouths were sort of dry from weed by now, so we drank some
beer before locking our mouths together again. He was an amazing kisser -
firm but completely open and tender. I ran my fingers through his short
blonde hair as he felt up my pecs. We both had a lot of sexual energy left,
so in no time it was round two for our lovemaking. He whispered in my ear
"Let's fuck," and it sent shivers down my spine.
	By now, we were both completely naked on the sofa, but since we
needed some more room, we made our way over to his bedroom, never breaking
up our embrace. We tumbled onto his king size bed, me on top of him, and he
threw his mammoth legs over my shoulders, exposing his asshole between two
muscular orbs of flesh. I grabbed onto his shoulders with my hands. I
easily slipped my cock, still wet with Chris's saliva, up his hole and into
his body. He didn't wince at all in pain, later explaining that his ass had
been stretched out over his teenage years. I fucked him hard and fast,
moaning loudly as his sphincter worked on my shaft. I slowed down and sped
up a few times, and after about ten minutes of solid fucking, I shot load
after load of hot jism up into his intestines. He smiled the whole time,
tugging on his erection while letting me concentrate on fucking him
expertly.
	As I finished unloading into him, I pulled my dick out quickly,
eagerly anticipating what was next. This was what I wanted more than
anything else, for Chris Simms to fuck me hard up my ass. We quickly
switched positions, and I opened up my legs for him, my hungry hole ready
to take all 9 and a half inches. His cock-head was so huge, it took a
little while for him to get it through the ring of flesh around my
anus. Once my asshole fully relaxed, his giant cock slid effortlessly to
the hilt. Once his balls slapped my ass and his blonde pubes tickled my
skin, I knew he was in all the way. The feeling was indescribably beautiful
- the way he filled me completely, the way he pumped in and out of me with
such strength. I could see every one of his muscles tightening as he worked
my ass in and out, all the while letting out guttural, animal groans of
pleasure. I pushed back strongly to meet his thrusts, and his cock probed
further and further into my body, until it felt like any minute it would
come out of my mouth!
	After ten minutes of solid fucking, I expected him to orgasm, but
he just kept on going and going. He was in perfect control - every time he
sounded like he was about to cum, he slowed down his thrusts just enough to
keep himself going. I got hard again and started to jerk myself off - he
saw what I was doing and lent me a hand, the clasping his fingers around
the base of my cock as I worked on the head. The sensation of his meat
pounding in to me made me so aroused that I came quickly - my wad flew all
over the place, spurts landing on my chest as well as Chris's pecs. I
realized that I now had three orgasms and Chris only had one, so it was
time for him to catch up. He began to thrust faster and faster, and his
balls slapped my ass loudly. His face turned red, and he screamed out in
ecstasy as he began to finally cum. I could feel his dick contract as he
unloaded buckets of hot cum deep into my body. As he came, I used my
sphincter muscle to squeeze on his cock in order to heighten his orgasm -
it was an old trick I picked up in boarding school. As he pulled out of my
asshole, he was dripping in sweat from head to toe - his blonde hair was
matted down to his head. Needless to say, I have never been fucked that
well in my life.
	We rolled around together in his bed for a while, licking the sweat
off each other's bodies and running our hands over each other's
well-defined muscles. After we both calmed down, we walked back into the
living room, naked, for another round of bong hits. We decided to pack it
twice this time, giving our minds over completely to the weed's effects. We
lay down on the couch, his arms around me, holding me tightly, and we both
slowly drifted off to sleep.
	The next morning he asked me if his secret was safe. I told him on
one condition - that we do this all again sometime. His smiled and said
"You got it, man." Now, every time he comes back to school for a home game,
I'm the first person he calls.

THE END