Date: Thu, 14 Jul 2016 01:53:44 +0000 (UTC)
From: Swim Luv <swimmluv@yahoo.com>
Subject: Draining Blaine

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This is a fantasy involving Blaine Gabbert.  It's NOT REAL!  Please do not
use this story to infer anything about the sexual preferences of Blaine or
any other celebrities that may appear in future chapters or of the San
Francisco 49ers or whatever team he has played or will play for.  I don't
know him in real life!

Safe sex is not always practiced in the STORY, yup it's fantasy, so there
are no consequences in dream world.  Stay safe in real life.

Shoot me comments good or bad. There may (probably) be more chapters, but
I'm a busy guy and this doesn't pay as well as my real job, so there may be
a wait.

"Thump" as our bodies collided.  Both of us were busy looking at our phones
and didn't notice each other until I smashed into the huge guy, 6'4" 235
pounds.  I knew those stats well from sophomore and junior years when I was
fucked on a daily, sometimes multiple times, basis by the stud with those
stats.

"Oh sorry man, I wasn't payi...Blaine?" I said questioning if I was
imagining things or if it was really him.

"Dave?"  He said, not believing that he'd ever see me again either
evidently.

Blaine then gave me a quick bro hug.  With me being 5'10", my face
basically landed nearly square in his sweaty pit.

"I knew you were in San Francisco after the trade, but I never thought I'd
run into you again man."  I said as I gave him a quick once-over.  Still
hot as ever.  Typical pair of gym shorts with a tank soaked with sweat from
his workout obviously and some sneakers with ankle socks.

"Yea man.  What's it been? 4 years?"  Blaine replied.

"Been way too long.  So what are you doing in this neighborhood?"

"I got a place to live a couple blocks down.  Don't need all the "bros"
trying to "bro" me every time I walk down the street in the Marina.  That's
what I liked you Dave, you weren't star-struck with me, just liked me for
me and kept me in check."

"No way, I live a few blocks that way."  I said pointing in the other
direction.  "But yea, I cared more about getting my shit done.  I still
went to every game after you left though.  Thought your little bro might
play."

"Haha.  I thought you just went to the games for me."  Blaine said trying
to tease me.

"Remember.  Not star-struck.  But you did make it a lot more enjoyable.
You wanna catch up back at my place?"

"Sure I have some time."

It seemed like he just wanted to catch up from the tone of his voice.  We
chatted along the way back to my place.  I told him how I graduated a
semester early and moved to New York and then got transferred out here for
some other hedge fund.  Then I told him about the girls I dated off and on.
He told me he was still dating Bekah.

We got to my place and stepped inside.  Immediately, as usual, once Blaine
was inside, he took his shirt off.

"You don't mind right?"  Blaine asked.  Not that I could've stopped him.

"Yea like it matters what I say and you never have a shirt on once you're
inside."  I retorted.

"Hey! I'm not that inconsiderate."  Blaine said pretending to be offended.
"It was one of the 9 reasons why you liked being around me right?"  He
continued as he walked up to me.

I was speechless.  Was Blaine seriously wanting a repeat of our almost
daily college routine?

"Actually you never said this was a reason did you?"  Blaine had that sly
grin on his face.  He grabbed my hand and put it inside his shorts.  "If I
remember correctly, these were the 9 reasons why you liked me and why we
had so much fun."

--Flashback Sophomore Year--

"David Ford and Blaine Gabbert you two will be partners."  The professor
announced the assignments for the finance project.  Everyone groaned as the
"random" alphabetical pairings were announced.

"C'mon professor, can't we pick our own partners?"  Someone openly
complained.

"Well let me think? NO! Tough shit.  Partners are final."  The professor
said, not really giving a fuck how many students were pissed off.

I was annoyed and angry as well.  I was a good student and was driven to
get good grades so I could get that good job everyone wants and the whole
nine yards.  But now, here I was going to be paired with Blaine Gabbert,
star quarterback of the Missouri Tigers, for a project worth 40% of my
grade. Argh! Guy probably hasn't had to do anything since he started
freshman year except go to practice and play a couple of snaps behind Chase
Daniel and still get straight A's for it.  Having seen Blaine at the bars
before, yea I had a fake id too, so what, tell someone who cares, didn't
leave me with the sense that he's all about getting good grades. Don't get
me wrong, I love football too and go to every game and love that Blaine's
the quarterback, but now having 40% of your grade depend on this project
with a guy on the football team as your partner? This fucking blows.
Everyone thought this was supposed to be a cake walk of a class too until
the first day of classes when there was switch of professors.  I was
actually surprised that Blaine stuck it out and didn't switch sections like
a bunch of other players.  Why me?!  He's going to make millions once he
goes pro, but I need this class, I need the grade!

"Ok everyone grab your stuff and go take a few minutes to find your
partners and introduce yourselves."  The professor announced.  Then the
swarm of people started moving around.

"Hey Blaine Gabbert here.  Is David Ford here?"  Blaine stood up and
announced.

"Yea no shit Blaine.  You stick out like a sore thumb.  You're fucking 6'4"
and the starting quarterback, we don't all live under a rock, we all know
who you are." I thought to myself.

"Uhh here.  I'm Dave."  I introduced myself.

"Cool.  Nice to meet you man. We totally got this project man!"  Blaine
replied excitedly.

"What? Is he serious? Did they give him happy pills at football practice?"
I wondered.

"Sure.  Yea.  Really looking forward to it too." I answered not really
knowing what to say to the strangely excited Blaine.

"I guess we should exchange contact info."  Blaine replied.

I took out my phone and got ready to type in his number.

"Here let me type it in."  Blaine says while he takes my phone and proceeds
to start typing.  "So I left my phone in my locker after practice.  Mind if
you just write it down for me man?"

I wrote down my number only since we had a class email list and everyone
had each other's emails already.

"Oh what about your address dude?  We probably have to meet up sometimes
for the project ya know."  Blaine asked when he saw that I only wrote down
my number.

I proceeded to write down my address for whatever reason.  In my mind I was
thinking that he would wind up probably doing next to nothing for the
project but I just thought whatever, if it makes him feel better going
through the motions then what harm could it do.

"Yea I'm sure we'll meet up sometime for this."  I responded trying to hide
the sarcasm in my voice.

"Nice! You're by the practice field.  That'll make it convenient."  Blaine
said when he saw my address.  "My place is closer back this way, you wanna
meet later today around 5 back at my place?"

Oh great now he's gonna boss me around too.  But I agreed nonetheless
hoping that I'd be rid of him soon enough and just get on with the project.

5pm came around and I knocked on his door.  Blaine answered basically naked
except for freeballing in a pair of black gym shorts provided by the
football team undoubtedly.  Nothing small about this guy that's for sure.
I had never even thought about being with a guy before and was able to find
girls on a regular basis to date, but it was hard not to notice how hot
Blaine looked.

"Glad you could make it."  Blaine said.

"So Blaine why are you trying so hard for this.  I'm sure you're gonna be
busy with practice and games and all that so let's just face it, I'll do
most of it and remember to put your name on it, you'll get your A and we'll
call it a day.  Just make sure you don't screw it up because I am going to
fuckin tear your place up if you do.  I don't fuckin care if you're Blaine
Gabbert!"  I responded.

"Geez relax Dave. I have my reasons for doing well too ya know.  If I can
do well this semester, then they loosen the reins on study hall prison. I
have just as much riding on the line man.  And besides, I'm not that big of
a dick to make you do all the work.  I'm not gonna be the star student, but
I'm gonna give it my all just like I do out on the field."

"Oh sorry I kinda blew up on you there."

"Haha no worries man.  Let's start planning out this project then."

We made some progress although I must admit that it was distracting to see
Blaine up close like that.  He'd stretch out every so often and show off
those pits and that snake in his shorts would be more prominent whenever he
did that. Eventually we made it to a good stopping point so I started
packing up.

"You wanna hit up McNally's?"  Blaine asked.

"Geez what happened to making sure you can escape study hall prison?"  I
asked Blaine.

"Study hard. Party harder. Some honeys to relieve the stress too." Blaine
said laughing.

"Haha. Maybe some other time."

"Well see you Thursday then"

"Later man."

It was pretty uneventful until Saturday.  Blaine had a game that day and we
fucking dominated so parties were happening all over.  I got home at close
to 2 in the morning and walked passed some cab driver complaining.  When I
got to my front door there was a body sitting there shirtless and in
athletic shorts and just a pair of flip flops.  Well, it was Blaine drunk
and in his hand was the piece of paper I had given him with my address on
it and tshirt in the other.

"Door won't open!"  Blaine yelled.

"Shhhh!"  I opened the door and helped Blaine inside my apartment.

I sat him down at my dining room and changed into just a pair of boxers to
get ready for bed and to set the couch up for Blaine.  Blaine was just
resting his head on his arm.  I looked at the couch and no way was Blaine
going to fit on it.

"Ugh, having to sleep on a couch in my own fuckin apartment.  Thanks a lot
golden boy." I mumbled to myself.

"Ok Blaine, time to go sleep."  I said to drunk Blaine as I tried to get
him to stand up.

"Piss."  Blaine responded drunkenly.

At least he was being good about that even in his drunken stupor.

"Ok bathroom over here." I said as Blaine stumbled his way in there. "Oh
geez he's gonna fuckin destroy my bathroom if I don't help him."

I went in and finally helped him pull his shorts down.  Fuck.  Guy was
hung, 6-7 soft and thick with a set of loaded tanks.  I was standing under
his arm propping him up, but he didn't even try to hold on to aim so I had
to do it for him.  There I was, holding onto his cock that was as big soft
as when I'm hard.  I had to admit that I was kind of jealous that he had it
all, looks, body, the girls, just everything.  He pissed out what seemed
like two beers worth of piss and finally finished but even in his drunken
state, somehow managed to completely step out of his shorts.  I tried to
get him to get his shorts back on but eventually just gave up, it really is
hard trying to get someone who outweighs you by 100 pounds to do stuff.

We made it to my room but even that was a struggle.  Not that easy getting
a 235 pound giant moving.  He made it difficult getting into bed as well.
After a struggle, somehow we both landed in my bed and he was now spooning
me in a bear hug and one leg on top of me, literally trapping me.  If
anyone would've walked in at that point it would've been quite the sight,
two practically naked guys in bed, the only piece of clothing were the
boxers I was wearing, with one guy being the star quarterback of the
Missouri Tigers.  I tried to escape but then I heard snoring.  It was
hopeless so I just tried to go to sleep in the awkward position that I was
in.  After awhile I finally did manage to fall asleep.

Morning finally came and for some reason I was sliding my ass against a
pole but this pole was moving.  Then it hit me. "Oh damn.  That's Blaine."
Here I was, Blaine Gabbert sliding his dick between my ass cheeks and the
only thing separating us were my boxers.

I tried to move, but in doing so this must have woken Blaine up too.

"That's a fine ass babe.  Gonna let me in?"  Blaine said, not having opened
his eyes yet.

"Uhhh Blaine..."  I responded.

"Oh shit.  What the?"  Blaine said with a panic and now wide awake.  "Dave!
What? Why am I..."

I finally escaped the strong hold of Blaine.  When I turned my body around
I saw Blaine in all his glory.  9 thick inches with the head slick with
precum.  My 6 incher sticking out the fly of my boxers leaked some precum
on his thigh.  I was just mesmorized by the cock in front of me and
couldn't take my eyes off it.

"You.." I couldn't even form a coherent sentence at this point.

"I'm so fuckin sorry Dave.  I really don't know what happened." Blaine
tried to apologize.

Blaine got up and was frantically trying to find his clothes to maintain a
little modesty.  I tried to get up as well.  In my haste to get up however,
I started to stumble.  In the midst of falling over, I managed to grab onto
Blaine and my face planted into his abs before sliding down where my nose
was in his pubes and his big nut sack resting on my chin.

"Blaine..."  I still couldn't say anything and just looked up as this hot
college football stud looked back down at me.

My hands were still holding onto his strong muscular legs.  We were both
silent just staring at each other.  I had never even considered being with
another guy up until this exact moment and I knew right then and there I
had to pull the trigger or I'd never have another chance at being with the
hottest stud in Missouri.

I stuck out my tongue and licked up the precum that had pooled onto the big
mushroom head that has undoubtedly opened up many cleat chasers on campus.

"Ohhhh yeaaaa" Blaine moaned out.  That was my sign that he was okay with
all of this.

My lips and tongue continued to explore this magnificent slab of jock meat.
I took one ball into my mouth and gave it the best treatment that a
first-timer could give.  Blaine's nuts were on the larger side but not
freakishly huge or anything, large enough to let others know that he's the
one that call the shots.  When I finished giving Blaine's nuts a tongue
bath, I knew it was time to go for the main attraction.  I opened up my
mouth wide and started sucking the huge cock.  I only had about 2 inches
going in and out of my mouth to start but it was enough to make Blaine hot
and horny and continue his moaning.  I looked up at Blaine to see that hot
jock smile on his face and eyes that told me he was loving having this
morning blowjob.  This inspired me to take more of him.  I went down deeper
and then I felt the knock on the back of my throat, but no coughing or
gagging.  Holy fuck, I evidently didn't have a gag reflex!  Blaine noticed
this too and started to take control and grabbed my head.  He started
thrusting a little faster.  My hands were holding on tight to Blaine's hard
muscular legs and ass. Blaine started with both hands holding onto my head,
but when he realized that I wasn't going to let up and leave him hanging,
he took one off with that hand just rubbing his hard pecs and abs.

"Oh fuck Dave shit you got one hell of a mouth."  Blaine moaned out.

Blaine suddenly pulled his cock out of my mouth.  He then lifted me up and
put me on my back on my bed with my head hanging off the edge.  Blaine
proceded to cock slap my face.

"You want this bad don't you Dave."  Blaine said to me seductively.

"Fuck Blaine give it back to me."

After some more teasing, Blaine finally slid his cock back into my mouth.
My cock was as hard as Blaine's and I hadn't even touched myself the whole
time!  Then all of a sudden my cock erupted with cum flying all over.  My
throat and mouth sort of spasmed and that drove Blaine over the edge.
Blaine's initial two shots went directly down my throat and they were not
small shots, they felt like loads I would shoot if I hadn't cummed in two
weeks.  The next few went in my mouth and the rest just plastered my face
and body.

Damn that was hot.  I took my cum rag and started cleaning myself off.  By
the time I was done wiping, the rag was soaked from my load and Blaine's
load.

"Fuck Dave that was some skills right there.  Where'd you learn to do
that?"  Blaine said jokingly while laying on my bed, resting in post-orgasm
bliss.

"Uhh well I dunno Blaine.  I guess you since I've never done anything with
a guy until just now."  I responded.

"For real Dave?  Fuck that was awesome.  I mean you fuckin swallowed my
load too.  Girls never do that."

"Well didn't have much of a choice there did I."  I replied.

At this point Blaine was still hard laying on my bed with his hand folded
behind his head, exposing his sweaty pits.  The sun shining on his sweaty
chest just made him look even hotter.

"Oh fuck I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to.."  Blaine tried to apologize.

"I didn't say I mind though."  I said while crawling up between his legs...