Date: Sat, 12 Jul 2008 19:51:14 -0400
From: Nicholas A Ryan <nickwhatever@juno.com>
Subject: Golden Balls Nine

DISCLAIMER: The writer in no way questions the actual sexuality of the
athletes/celebrities involved. Any situations and incidents are purely
fictional and in no way reflect actual events. The writer also holds no
license agreement to the following actors, teams, organizations and/or
movies that may be mentioned. All persons and films are a copy write
and/or are the property of the people, organizations and films
themselves. The author in no way holds or maintains any rights to films,
athletes and actors.


Chapter Nine
Author's note; I have taken creative license with regard to the periods
with which several actual situations and events occurred.


	Justin Timberlake was back in the studio for the second recording of his
duet album.  He'd been coerced to record a song with some bubble gum
teenie-bopper from the movie `High School Musical' and the silly dweeb
hadn't even shown up yet.  This teen wannabe could have at least had the
courtesy of being on time.  Justin screwed his face up in distaste and
checked the clock on the studio wall for the hundredth time.

	Zac Efron rushed through the building doors and scanned the large
hallway as he scurried down the hall.  He was pissed with himself for
being so late.  Of course, he giggled inwardly, there was a pretty good
excuse.  The young cutie rubbed his still sore butt where K-Fed had
fucked the shit out of him just thirty minutes ago.  They'd met at some
public appearance earlier in the day and the wannabe stud rapper wasted
no time in getting into his Efron's pants and tight bubble butt.
	However, he was late for a recording session with THE Justin Timberlake.
 Effron gushed inwardly at his delight at working with the wannabe
renegade white boi recording artist.  Efron thought Timberlake was the
hottest dude ever!
	Efron stumbled through the recording studio door and blushed as his eyes
met the intense gaze of Timberlake.
	Justin Timberlake took in the late arrival irritably but as his eyes
traveled over the younger man's form Timberlake's mood lifted.  This
"High School Musical" kid was one hell of a cutie!
	"Zac Efron," the younger man extended a hand in greeting to Briteney's
hunky ex.
	"You're late," was Timberlake's flat reply.
	"Um yeah," Efron chewed his lower lip and Timberlake's nipples hardened
at the thought of the kid chewing on his nipples versus the kid's lower
lip.  "I had a public appearance thing with Kevin Federline."  Efron
lowered his gaze a bit at the explanation and blushed again at the memory
of K-Fed's thick cock sliding in and out of his ass.
	"K-Fed," Timberlake crossed his arms against his chest.  No doubt by the
kid's embarrassment K-Fed had fucked the shit out of him.  Lucky bastard!
	"No sweat bro'," Timberlake continued, "I can feel yah."  And he did
want to feel the little twink, feel his hot bubble ass sliding down on
his pecker!  "Nice to meet you," he extended his own hand and clasped
Efron's hand into a firm grip.
	Efron merely nodded, speechless for a moment.  Wow!  He could imagine
Timberlake's tight grip sliding up and down on his dick.
	"Should we get this gig going?"  Timberlake grinned at Efron's silent
nod of approval.  "Cat got your tongue," he teased.
	"Um no...yeah," Efron babbled.
	Timberlake would have liked that pretty pink tongue licking his ass!
However work called.


A Plane Landing in London's Heathrow Airport

	The `fasten seat belts' sign flashed as the jet touched down on the
runway and speed toward a stop.  Troy Aikman and Daniel Craig exchanged a
knowing smile and glance in their last few minutes together.  When the
plane finally came to a stop, the men joined the rest of the passengers
unbuckling from their seats and slowly rising to depart the craft.
	"Thanks for the pleasant diversion this route," Aikman murmured with a
sexy smile.
	"My pleasure mate," Craig offered with his own cheeky grin.
	"Give a ring the next time you're in the States," Aikman offered.
"Maybe we could afford a bit more time to our `games' the next time?"
	"Certainly," Craig nodded.  "And you do the same, perhaps before you
leave my country."
	Aikman chuckled.  "I just might find the time in my busy schedule."
	The man shook hands and parted ways as they milled through the aisle
toward the departure ramp.  Craig walked purposefully down the ramp to
the arrival gate while Aikman was abruptly detained by the buzz of his
cell phone.
	Aikman lifted the cell to his head.  "Yeah," he answered.
	"How about those Patriots?" a familiar male voice carried over the line.
	"Brett," Aikman greeted his buddy Brett Favre with a chuckle, "how the
hell are you?"
	"Pretty good now that the Patriots lost the Superbowl," Favre replied in
good nature.
	"No shit," Aikman marveled.  "Tom Brady must feel like a chump."
	"Serves the bastard right," Favre jeered.  "Cocky bastard thought he was
a God.  He's had too good for far too long."
	Aikman shook his head in humorous exasperation.  "Don't you think you're
being a bit hard?"
	"Shit no!"  Favre's tone soured.  "He's been too enamored with the
celebrity status rather than the game."
	Aikman sighed.  "I did try to warn him," he reminded.
	"Yeah you did," Favre flared, "so he gets no sympathy from me."
	"Whatever bro'," Aikman rolled his eyes and slowly resumed walking down
the ramp while continuing their conversation.

	Daniel Craig entered the men's room and moved to a urinal completely
oblivious to the other men similarly using the facilities.  As he
unbuttoned his slacks and hauled out his thick cock he half noted a few
men leaving the rest room.  Holding his cock, he let loose and aimed a
stream of hot piss down into the basin of the urinal.  Feeling a bit more
at ease he absently cast a glance to the other urinals.  Another man,
fair haired as well, was standing before a urinal several feet away
pissing as well.  The man's identity didn't register initially until he
must have felt Craig's gaze upon him and turned to gaze back at Craig.
	David Beckham recognized Daniel Craig immediately and grinned at his
fortunate luck.  Troy's plane, no doubt was landing or in the process of
landing but there was no sense in letting such a great opportunity go to
waist.
	"Daniel Craig," Becks murmured, "am I correct?"
	Daniel Craig chuckled.  "David Beckham, fancy meeting you here."
	Both men's streams of piss began to dwindle and subside but neither man
made a move to move away from the urinals or refasten their slacks.  In
fact, both men's cocks began to grow within their hold.
	"No better place to run into," Becks stroked his hardening cock, "eh
mate?"
	"Oh," Craig murmured, equally stroking his hard cock with enthusiasm, "I
could think of a few more comfortable places."  Craig looked around, "but
this will do."
	Becks nodded and moved away from the urinal.  With his hard cock rigid
and high, he moved to the door of the men's room and secured the lock on
the door.  Craig turned to watch Becks as he next moved to the row of
washbasins.  Craig moved his fist up along his shaft and caressed his
pulsing cock head as Becks shucked his trousers and exposed his firm
athletic arse to his open view.
	Becks lifted one leg and rested a foot on the counter of the sinks
exposing his arse crack and twitching quim.  "So," Becks laughed back
over one shoulder, "what are you waiting for mate?"
	Craig slowly moved toward the footballer, his gaze intent on Becks hard
bubble butt.  Becks watched his approach eagerly and licked his lip as he
looked at Craig's hard thick shaft.  Craig stopped behind Becks and
lightly slapped one of Becks hard glutes.
	"Uh hunh," Becks encouraged, "Fuck my arse mate!"
	Craig cast Becks a humorous grin.  "We haven't much time."
	"Just enough to feel that beauty piston fuck me raw," Becks cast Craig a
cheeky grin.
	"No time to waste," Craig agreed as he gripped one of Becks' hips and
lined his hard rod with the winking quim.
	"Times...Argghhhhhhhhhhhhh," Becks wailed as Craig forced the entire
length of his dick deep within his shit chute.
	"Uh hunhhhhhhh," Craig hissed as he buried his shaft to the hilt within
Becks warm tight bowels.  "For being such a whore," Craig grinned,
"you're still so damn tight!"
	"Break me open mate," Becks encouraged.  "Fuck me hard!"
	Craig ground his hips against Becks glutes, driving his cock deeper and
stirring Becks bowels.  "How hard do you want it?"
	"As hard as," Becks gyrated his arse back against Craig's lower abs, "as
you can give it."
	Craig nodded confidently and withdrew his cock almost completely from
the clench hold of Becks' chute muscles in one clean sweep.  "This hard?"
 Craig slammed forward again jarring Becks' frame roughly.
	"Omnphhhh," Becks grunted as Craig's balls slapped his arse hard.  The
pulsing rod felt as if it were splitting him in two but Becks loved it.
He was hungry for it.  "Harder!"
	"Yeah?" Craig withdrew again and slammed forward.  "How about this,"
Craig withdrew again and set forward faster, "bitch!"  Craig gripped
Becks around the neck with his free hand and soon set a steady hard
rhythm.
	"Ohhhhh yeahhhhhh," Becks hissed as Craig's hips and thighs slammed
against him and the actor's cock massaged and stretched his rectum.
	"Harder?" Craig gritted as he slammed harder and faster.  "Fuckin'
bitch!" Craig growled as he slammed and twisted his hips against Beck's
arse.  His cock was gripped in a stranglehold by the athlete's arse
muscles as he piston fucked the hungry quim.
	"Deeper," Becks wailed, throwing his head back and bucking his own hips
back to meet Craig's powerful forward thrusts.
	"Ream this arse out good," Craig ranted as he fucked Becks hard and
fast.  His balls were boiling as they slapped against Becks' arse.  His
fingers dug deeper within Becks' hip.  Craig slammed against Becks again
and again.
 	Becks threw his head back with each jolt of Craig's body against his.
His own cock was awkwardly pressed against the sink counter top rubbing
along the surface.  Becks lowered a hand and rubbed the knob with the
palm of his hand.   His hand glistened with pre-cum in the process.
	"Work that arse," Craig growled through set jaw and clenched teeth.  His
hips were moving at a rapid pace.  The strangle hold of Beck's bowls
caused his shaft to pulse even more as his cock was forced in and out
between the stretched pink quim.
	"Fuckin' yeah mate," Becks kissed, still rubbing the knob of his own
cock.  "Ughhh," Becks grunted as Craig pumped harder against his arse.
	"Gonna...shoot...a...big...load," Craig panted as he felt his balls
tightening.
	"Feed it to me mate," Becks groaned as his own balls churned from the
stimulation of Craig's cock massaging his rectum as well as the friction
of his palm and fingers against his cock.
	"Ready," Craig snarled as he felt the wave flow through his body,
"aim...Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," Craig growled as his cock
twitched and expelled a hot rush of cock spit.
	"Shootttttttttttttt," Becks wailed as the rush of seed flooded his arse.
 He closed his eyes tightly and worked his rectum muscle tighter around
Craig's exploding shaft.
	"Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," Craig threw his head back and held Becks hips
tight against his own as his cock continued to spit ropes of spoog within
Becks' tight hungry hole.
	"Uh hunhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," Becks gasped as his own cock twitched a bit
higher and ropes of cum were splattered against the counter top and lower
portion of the vanity mirror.
	"Milk it babe," Craig rasped as he shivered from the last churn and
twist of his own orgasm.  "Yeahhhhhh," Craig hissed as he wound his arms
about Becks and pressed his palms against Becks contorting abs as the
footballer continued to shoot.
	"Ooooooooooooooooo," Becks puffed as several more ropes splattered
across the counter before the tension began to diminish.
	"Nice," Craig noted Becks' drooling shaft head in the mirror reflection.
	"Very nice," Becks inhaled slowly as his cock released the last drops of
jizz.



Chicago, Illinois;

	John Cena led his fellow wrestler Randy Orton within the apartment Cena
maintained for tours.  Randy stood awkwardly within the living area as
Cena locked the door.  When Cena turned to Orton, Randy cast him an
almost shy glance.  Cena walked to face Orton and gently rubbed Orton's
arms with his large hands.
	"Feeling any better?"
	Orton made a slight weak attempt at a smile as he replied.  "I guess
so."
	"Come on babe," Cena moved, taking hold of Orton's hands.  "we'll really
make you feel better."
	Cena led Orton through the living area down a hall into the large master
bedroom.
	"Sit," Cena encouraged with a smile as he indicated the bed.
	Orton complied, sitting on the end of the bed watching Cena intently.
	Cena moved to a large armoire and pulled open the large doors.  Inside
was a small refrigerator with a bottled chilling in an ice bucket atop of
it.  Cena withdrew the bottle from the ice and held it up with a smile.
	"Champagne," Cena began to work the cock.  "Nothing but the best for you
babe."
	Orton gave a slight nod but remained silent as he watched Cena.  Cena
uncorked the bottle with a loud pop and a frothy over flow of champagne
surged free.  Cena chuckled as it sloshed to the floor before extracting
two plastic champagne glasses from a shelf within the armoire.  He poured
one glass for Randy and then one for himself.  Cena moved to stand over
Orton and lowered one hand to Randy to offer one of the glasses.
	"A toast," Cena murmured as Randy lifted a hand and took the glass from
Cena's grip.  "To us," Cena grinned.
	Orton lifted his glass in salute and the two men took sips
simultaneously.  They were silent as Cena topped their glasses with a bit
more champagne.
	Orton slowly smiled holding Cena's gaze.  "To us," he murmured, "to us."




Los Angeles, California;

	Zac Efron and Justin Timberlake were before a recording studio sound
board with head phones gracing their heads.  Timberlake was seated upon a
stool while Efron moved about in an animated fashion.
	Timberlake was trying to concentrate on the recording but couldn't quite
hear since his eyes were riveted to Efron's tight little butt swaying
before him with Efron's every movement.  For the fifth or sixth time that
day Efron seemingly pressed his tight little butt back against
Timberlake's knees and thighs.  Timberlake's boner was straining and
strangling within the confines of his jeans.  Either Efron was a cock
teasing bastard or he was totally naïve about what he was doing to him,
Timberlake reasoned.
	Timberlake smirked.  The little slut knew just what he was doing.
	Efron turned to face Timberlake, slowly removing his head set.
Timberlake pulled his own head set free.  "Sounds great, huh?" Efron
gushed with a bright grin.
	Timberlake stood with his own sly grin.  "Fuck the music," Timberlake
murmured.
	Efron blinked in feigned surprise.  "What," he worded innocently.
	Timberlake roughly grabbed Efron by the waist.  "Time I gave you just
what you've begging for all afternoon," he said confidently.
	"Just..."Efron gasped as the older man lifted him and laid him back down
upon the control panel."
	"Don't play coy with me," Justin growled as he tugged at Efron's button
fly.  "Bitch wants the bone," Timberlake tugged the jeans down around
Efron's waist and legs.  "Bitch is gonna' get the bone," Timberlake
pulled the pants free from Efron's feet.
	Efron wasn't wearing any underwear, as if that wasn't planned.
Timberlake chuckled as he tossed aside the blue jeans.  Timberlake's eyes
hungrily traveled over Efron's exposed form.  He was pale with creamy
white skin.  His own pecker was semi hard resting against one thigh.  It
wasn't half bad, Timberlake acquiesced.  But what he was really
interested in was still a bit obscured.
	"Spread those damn legs bitch," Timberlake ordered.  Efron did as
instructed and Timberlake was rewarded with the sight of Efron's bubble
butt.  "Wider," he barked.
	Efron smiled up at Timberlake as his spread his legs as wide as he
could.  He even lifted his hips a bit, to really offer up his ass to the
sexy dude.
	Timberlake chuckled at the kid's eagerness.  Smug little pussy bitch had
wanted it from the get go.  Timberlake roughly slapped the bitch's rump.
Efron blinked rapidly at the contact.  Timberlake repeated the move.  The
creamy skin suffused a bit and a white palm print was visible this time.
	"Spread those cheeks," he gruffly commanded.
	Efron grinned as he lowered his arms so that each of his hands could
palm and tug apart his bubbly globes.
	"Yeah," Timberlake murmured in approval as the boy's pulsing pink pussy
was exposed.  Timberlake grasped Efron's ankles and raised his legs
higher.  The pretty little lips now aimed upward, Timberlake lowered on
his haunches a bit and spit a glob of spittle against Efron's bud.  It
drooled down the cleave and Timberlake spit again.  He spit twice more.
	Efron shivered at the contact.  Christ, he thought.  Justin's cock was
huge!  It was at least two inches longer than K-fed's!  Damn!  And the
monster was thick!  Oooooooo!  He couldn't wait to be ripped open by the
stud!
	"Pretty little pucker," Timberlake sneered in appreciation.  Timberlake
released his hold upon Efron's ankles.  "Pull those legs back and keep
`em spread."
	Efron nodded eagerly as he watched Timberlake stand.
	"Think you can handle this..." Timberlake grasped his cock and slowly,
methodically stroked it, "man meat?"  He was teasing the little bastard.
The hungry glaze in the boy's eyes told him that he was succeeding.
Timberlake roughly slapped one of those perky little globes with his free
hand.  "Answer me boy!"
	Efron nodded his head rapidly.  "Yes sir."
	"Little boy wants to play with the big studs, little boy is going to
take the consequences."   Timberlake nodded his head in appreciation of
Efron's exposed little pucker.  "K-fed's pencil dick was nothing compared
to what you're about to experience."
	Timberlake stepped close and clasped his hands around Efron's ankles and
spread the boi's legs wide.  "Hold `em like this," he ordered as he
briefly released Efron's ankles to grasp the base of his thick cock.  He
sneered in pleasure at the wide pink hole the effect caused.  Timberlake
nudged the apple shaped head of his cock against the bud and the pulsing
pink lips seemed to kiss the tip eagerly.
	Timberlake nudged a bit harder and the lips sucked against his knob
harder.  With a snigger Timberlake gyrated his hips and his cock burrowed
deep within Efron's chute.  He ground his hips hard against Efron's
creamy cheeks, his pulsing shaft clenched tightly by Efron's chute
muscles.
	"Yeah boi," Timberlake murmured gripping Efron's ankles again.  "Nice
and tight."
	"Mmmmmmmmm," Efron bit his lower lip and whimpered at Timberlake's cock
filling him.
	"Ok bitch," Timberlake growled, "let the fuck begin."
	Timberlake smoothly gyrated his hips back and his cock nearly slid free
of the wet smooth chute.  Efron blinked and Timberlake was slamming
forward again.  Efron's lithe frame jerked at the rough thrust.  Before
Efron could regain his breath, Timberlake repeated the gyration.
Timberlake increased the pace and soon set a steady rhythm.  His thighs
and lower stomach slapped hard against Efron's butt with each thrust.
	"Yeah boi," Timberlake chanted as he jack hammered Efron's tight little
hole.  "Work that ass!"
	Efron whimpered and twisted his butt against Timberlake's hard thrusts.
	Timberlake spread Efron's legs further and his cock inched deeper.
	"Ughhhh," Efron grunted, withering upon the control panel.
	"Take it," Timberlake increased the pace.
	Whack Whack Whack
	His thighs slammed against Efron's perky little ass.  His balls swatted
against the rim of the control panel as he punctured Efron's hole deeper
and deeper.
	"Fuck me," Efron begged, his own cock rock hard and pointing upward
toward to flat smooth belly.
	"Fuck...you...deep," Timberlake panted as he worked over Efron's pretty
little ass.  His cock slid to and fro within the stretched tight pink
lips.  Efron's cheeks were enflamed from the rough physical exertion.
"Yeahhhhhhhh," Timberlake hissed pumping harder and faster.  "Bet
K-fed...has...nothing...on...meeeeeeeeeee!"
	"Mnmph," Efron whimpered, his body tingling and jerking with each and
every deep thrust of Timberlake's massive tool.  Efron truly did feel as
if he were being split open.  "You're...the...stud," he panted trying to
maintain his stranglehold of Timberlake's pile driving pecker.  "Oh
godddddddddddddddd," he whaled.
	`Fuck yeah boi," Timberlake growled.  His thighs slammed harder and
harder against Efron.  "Fuck...you...deep...and...harddddddddd," he puffed
with each exertion of thrusts forward.  His powerful chest expanded with
each heavy intake of breath.  He sneered down at the boi impaled on his
rod.  His look was sinister, dominant and feral.
	Efron puffed and panted as Timberlake worked his hole rapidly.  It was
better than he had ever imagined.  Timberlake's cock was hitting spots
Efron hadn't even known existed.
	"Hot...boi...pussy," Timberlake grunted as his balls slapped harder
against the control panel ledge.  "Yeahhhhhhhhh," Timberlake jack
hammered the hot ass.  "Take it boi!"
	"Fuck yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhh," Efron wiggled and pushed back against
Timberlake's heavy thrusts.  "Breed my ass," he whined.
	"Gonna fill you good," Timberlake hissed between tightly clenched jaw.
	"Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo," Efron cooed.
	"You love this cock," Timberlake's hold on Efron's ankles grew tighter
as his balls boiled.
	"Uh hunhhhhhhhhh," Efron agreed through slightly parted pouty lips.
"Ooooooo your cockkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!"
	"Uh huh!" Timberlake grunted as he felt the heat in his balls rise.  "Oh
yeah," he threw his head back as he pumped hard and fast.
	"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm," Efron's own balls were tingling and twitching.
He was close.
	"Getting' close boi," Timberlake growled, sweat pouring from his face
and body.  He continued to fuck Efron hard, his body moving in a heavy
gyration.
	"Oh...oh...oh," Efron whimpered as his balls pinched and his cock
spasmed.
	"Shoot it boi," Timberlake encouraged as he plowed the hot slick hole
deeper.
	"Mnmphhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," Efron winced as his cock spurted ropes of
jizz across his slim flat stomach.  "Umnphhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," his face
flushed as his stick goo splattered free from his enflamed cock.
	"Here...it...comesssssssssssss," Timberlake warned as his balls rose
high and twisted.   "Arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," his cock pulsed
against Efron's clenched chute walls spraying the boi's gut with floods
of warm sticky cock seed.  "Nurmphhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," he grunted
as the spoog raced free from his engorged cock.
	Efron panted as the spurts drizzled from his own cock.  He continued to
clench around the exploding cock deep within his bowels, trying to hold
all of the man milk within.
	"Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," Timberlake let his head fall
forward as the last rushes of jizz raced free from his pulsing shaft.
	Efron exhaled sharply as his own orgasm subsided.  He continued to twist
his butt tightly around the spent cock and shaft spit.
	Timberlake took a few breaths to regain some composure and chuckled
deeply.  "Nice tight ass, bro'." Timberlake complimented as he wrapped
his arms around Efron and hauled him upward so that they could kiss
hotly.


Los Angeles, California;

	Ryan Reynolds was twisted atop his work out bench.  His legs were lifted
upward and his ankles rested awkwardly in the groves designed for bar
bells.   His hands gripped the side of the padded back rest.  Sweat
poured from his face and torso, glistening in pools within the carved
groves of his chiseled chest and abs.   He was breathing rapidly, his
chest expanding with each out take of breath.
	"Ohhhhh yeahhhhhhhhhhh," Nick Lachey straddled the end of the bench,
bent forward a bit as his hot hard cock plugged Reynolds stretched ass
ring.  Lachey bent forward a bit more and drilled deeper within his
buddy's hot ass.  "'Always so tight bro'," he marveled between heavy
breaths as he fucked hard against Reynolds hard upturned ass."
	"Ughhhhhh," Reynolds grunted with a contortion of his neck and head.
""Cause you've got the biggest...rod...I knowwwwwwwwww," Reynolds lifted
his hips a bit higher so Lachey's pulsing shaft could snake deeper.
"No...one...hits...it...like...youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu," he wheezed as
Lachey's thrusts shook the entire bench.
	"Your...hole...is...one...of...the...best...I...know," he panted between heavy
deep thrusts.
	"Fuckin' yeah bro'," Reynolds hissed.  "Work my hungry ass!"
	"Gonna...feed...it...goodddddddd," Lachey grunted.  His jaw was set and his
forehead furrowed as he jack hammered Reynolds' sweet ass.   His hips
slammed against Reynolds butt cheeks and thighs.
	"Love...our...work...outs...bro'," Reynolds gasped and wheezed as the cock
ripped his bowels open.
	"Needed...thissssssssssss," Lachey growled as he slammed into Reynolds
over and over again.
	"Work...it...bro," Reynolds huffed with each of Lachey's forward
strokes.
	"Workin'...thisssss...asssss," Lachey hissed as he slammed into Reynold's
molten core over and over again.  "Take...ittttttttt," Lachey sneered
plugging Reynold's sloppy hole with his thick shaft.
	"Ughhhhhhh," Reynolds grunted.  His body shook upon the work bench with
each of Lachey's laborious shattering thrusts.  Reynolds' ankles were red
and raw from the bar and uncomfortable position but all he really felt
was the thick cock splitting him open.
	"Tighttttt...assssss," Lachey growled through clenched jaw as his thick
enflamed shaft stretched Reynolds ass lips wide.  His cock was clenched
in the stranglehold of Reynolds bowels.  The actor sure as hell knew how
to work his ass!  Some tantric shit no doubt!  Whatever the fuck it was
Reynolds knew how to work a cock.
	Reynolds closed his eyes and gripped the weight bench a bit tighter as
he concentrated on the cock filling his chute.   He twisted his hips and
pushed back against Lachey's thrusts with as much force as possible.  He
tried to remember everything Jett Lee had taught him about controlling
his body muscles through heavy concentration.  Damn!  Nick was so damn
thick!  His ass felt like the wish bone after Thanksgiving dinner!
	"Getting'...close...dude," Lachey drilled harder.   His balls were rising
up tight.   "Gonna...flood...this...assssss."  Lachey's neck was stiff,
the tendons pronounced as blood rushed to his features.
	"Let...it...rip...dude," Reynolds panted through dry throat and lips.
	"Fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," Lachey pressed
completely within Reynolds as his cock fired free jets of spoog.  He
ground his hips against Reynolds' flushed ass cheeks as his balls twisted
free ropes of jizz.  Reynolds clenched tighter about the pulsing jerking
rod as the cock spit filled his bowels.
	Reynolds own cock was rigid waving between his out stretched legs.  As
the volleys of cum massaged his rectum walls his cock jerked suddenly.
His balls twisted and jets of jizz arced high into the air from his
bulbous enflamed cock head.  The spoog spit free and flew high before
splattering back down upon his chiseled abs.
	"Shoot...ittttttttt," Lachey encouraged as he continued to pump Reynolds
full of cum.
	"Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhh," Reynolds winced as his balls churned free more spoog
from his enflamed cock.
	"Ooooohhhh yeahhhhh," Lachey panted as the last ropes of jizz splattered
free from his spent cock.
	"Mmmmmm," Reynolds whimpered as his nuts twisted tightly to release the
last drizzle of his own cum.
	"Nice," Lachey murmured as he smeared the cum seeping free from Reynolds
plugged ass along the slopes of his reddened flesh.   "Real nice, bro."



A Posh Hotel room following the Recent Superbowl;

	"I...I did it Peyt!"
	"You did it, little bro!"
	Eli Manning grinned up into the face of his older brother Peyton
proudly.   "I did it for you Peyt."
	Peyton Manning gave his younger brother a warm approving look.  "You did
it bro'."
	The two Manning brothers were entangled upon a large unmade bed in a
lush hotel.   The Superbowl win had occurred several hours before.    The
main celebration was still going on down stairs in the lounge, but the
two Mannings had retired to their own private celebration within Eli'
private hotel suite.
	Peyton wrapped his arms tighter about his brother's muscled torso and
gently stroked Eli's back.  "You made me proud little bro'."
	"Did I, really," Eli asked innocently as he wrapped his legs tighter
about Peyton's thick muscled hips and trim waist.
	"Yeah babe," Peyton grinned before lightly pressing his lips against
Eli's.
The brothers were nude and Peyton was resting upon bent legs and knees.
His thick hard cock was buried deep with Eli's tight ass, Eli's own hard
cock locked between their ripped stomachs.
	"I love you bro'," Eli murmured as clung to Peyton's torso.   He loved
the feeling of his brother's big cock shoved deep within his ass.  No one
could fuck him like his big bro'!
	"I love you too," Peyton kissed Eli deeply, their lips parting and their
tongues twisting together.
	"Mmmmmm," Eli purred as Peyton rubbed one palm across his hard jock ass
cheeks.
	Eli broke the kiss and gave his older brother and imploring look.  "Fuck
me Peyt."  He tightened his arms and legs about Peyton's larger torso.
"Please fuck me," he implored.
	"Baby," Peyton kneaded Eli's hard glutes with his hands, "this is your
night."
Peyton gently disentangled Eli's arms from around his torso and began
pushing his younger brother back down upon the mattress.  Eli could feel
Peyton's hard cock pulse against his rectum muscles.  The brothers' gazes
remained locked as Peyton bestowed Eli with a languid grin.   His hands
moved to Eli's thick thighs and he rocked forward as he spread his
brothers legs wide while sliding his hands up the hair roughened limbs to
loosely grip Eli's ankles.
	"I love you bro'," Eli murmured adoringly up to his elder brother.
	"Love you too," Eli returned as he pulled his hips back and slightly
withdrew his shaft from his brother's clenched chute.  "Love you too,"
Peyton repeated as he drove his hips forward with a hard body jarring
thrust.  "Love you too."
	"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm," Eli whimpered as he wrapped his thick muscular arms
tighter about his elder brother's hunkier torso.  "Oooooo
Peyttttttttttttttttt," he wiggled his butt hungrily.


To be continued...