Date: Wed, 22 Nov 2006 15:45:23 +1100 (EST)
From: Jason Smith <ross_fan@yahoo.com>
Subject: Kangaroo Teammates - Part 11

Warning: This story contains gay sex. If you are under the legal age to
read such material in your country, or are likely to be offended by such
material, then read no further. This story is fiction and in no way implies
the sexual orientation of any of the celebrities mentioned, or any personal
knowledge about their private lives.


Kangaroo Teammates 11

The Calendar Shoot


Nick Youngquest didn't often walk around naked in front of strangers, but
it was par for the course when taking part in a photoshoot for a calendar
called `Naked Rugby League'. It was only a small shoot, and the entire team
were professionals, so he wasn't particularly worried that his tackle was
hanging for anybody to see. Not that he was ashamed of it -he was the only
player to agree to show any part of his genitalia, and would have been
happy to go full frontal.

`Ok Nick, that's the last shot,' said the photographer, an older
female. `I've got a whole roll, so I think we're done.'

`Sweet,' he replied.

`There's a shower block at the end of the hall, if you want to wash off the
makeup. It's players-only, so you'll have some privacy' the photographer
added.

`Excellent, thanks again,' Nick said. He did the calendar because it was
for charity, but he had to admit he enjoyed the feeling. He worked very
hard on his body, and he loved the attention it was receiving. The scenery
wasn't too bad either. Nick wasn't gay, but he had taken a few second
glances at some of the other guys in the calendar during their
shoots. Jonathon Thurston, Greg Bird and Michael Witt especially -that kid
cleaned up good. And to make it hotter, Nick had heard a few rumours during
the shoots of `Witty's escapades with another player -Greg
Bird. Apparently, they'd had a a private moment or two during breaks in
shooting. Nick didn't bat an eyelid when he first heard the rumours -tons
of players hooked up. It was the nature of the beast, footy teammates were
often naked around each other, often shared girls, often worked out
together. They were more than mates, they were teammates, and teammates
could get away with a lot. When Nick played at the Dragons, his last club,
he'd fooled around with his teammate Matt Cooper on plenty of
occasions. Nick didn't pursue it, but if the opportunity to mess about with
a guy he thought was hot came up, he was always going to take it.

He just didn't expect one to come up that day.

When the photographer told Michael Witt and Greg Bird that the shower block
offered `privacy', they both knew exactly what was going to happen
next. Over the last few days of the shoot, the two had sneaked off on
numerous occasions to fool around. For two bona fide bottoms like Greg and
Witty, being around so many naked, hot guys led to all sorts of problems
that needed to be taken care of. Luckily, they both enjoyed taking care of
problems. They tried to hide it, but it didn't always work. This morning,
their plans for a quick, flip-flop fuck in an empty room had been
interrupted by a production assistant opening the wrong door. So when they
were given the all-clear and told the shoot was over a few moments ago,
they quickly took advantage.

Right now, the two league studs were standing under two shower heads,
making out passionately. Hands and legs went everywhere, desperate for
intimacy. Their hard cocks pressed against each other, rubbing and grinding
with even the smallest movement, like two swordsmen fighting for supremacy.

`I want you to fuck me..' Witty moaned, as Greg's hands squeezed his waist.

`I want you to fuck me...' Greg replied. Witty smiled, gripping Bird's firm
arse.

`I asked first..' Witty said, slipping a wet finger inside Greg's oft-used
hole.

`You think that's going to get me to change my mind?' Greg asked with a
smile. He pushed his arse back, getting more of Witty's finger inside of
him. Witty couldn't help but pull it in and out, toying with the horny
stud.

`This might,' Witty replied. His finger still lodged inside Greg, Witty
dropped to his knees, and with one fell swoop, took the entire length of
Greg's hard cock into his mouth. Greg moaned as Witty's rhythym took him to
the edge -his finger fucking combined with the wet blowjob was irresistibly
hot. Greg let out a loud moan, running his hands down his bulky chest while
the Greek Statue-esque body of Michael Witt devoured his cock. If Witty was
trying to get Greg horny enough to fuck, it had worked.

`Stand up man,' Greg said, pulling Michael to his feet. He turned him
around, pushed him up against the tiled wall, then slid his cock between
Witty's arse cheeks. He'd never fucked an arse as perfectly formed as
Witty's. Two round, muscular globes of pure masculinity, the definition of
a bubble butt. `Let me eat your arse man..' Greg moaned, sliding his cock
up and down against the object of his desire. With Witty bent over, it was
a simple case of Greg dropping to his knees behind him, then slamming his
face inside Witty's wet crevice. His nose pressed against the crack, while
his tongue circled around the pink hole, while his hands kneaded the firm
ass cheeks, while his own cock pointed straight up at its eventual
target. Witty whimpered -he loved getting rimmed, especially by a guy, it
was so animalistic and so sexual. Girls just didn't enjoy doing it as much
as guys. He'd often find himself in the lockerroom, legs behind his head,
with a steady stream of his teammates waiting to get a taste of perfection.

But even rimjobs were just a prelude to something better.

`Fuck me man, please,' Witty begged. He'd been wanting Greg's cock since
this morning. Greg didn't waste any time. He got to his feet, lathered his
cock with some soap, then slid deep inside the most perfect hole. It didn't
take long for Witty, the ultra-bottom, to take over. He'd buck his hips and
push his body backwards, completely impaling himself on Greg's cock. Greg's
hands ran all over his body, squeezing his rock-hard biceps, scraping along
his back. The water and the exertion defined even the smallest of muscles
on Witty's body, and it was truly a sight to behold. His loud moans
permeated the air, coupled with the sound of Greg's dick pushing in and
out. Greg ran a hand down his own body, sliding a finger inside his
hole. The only thing that matched fucking Witty, was getting fucked
himself. Even when Greg was with girls, he loved arse-play. His most recent
girlfriend had ended their relationship when they took part in a threesome,
and the other guy fucked Greg more than her. Soon, he had two fingers
inside himself, and he leant back, thrusting deeper inside Witty and
allowing his own fingers to penetrate even further. That feeling, combined
with Witty's perfect arse and a load that had been building for hours,
didn't afford Greg much stamina. His breaths became shorter, his thrusts
harder and soon, it was all too much.

`I'm coming man, gunna shoot all over you..' Greg said, yanking his dick
out of Witty, then unloading onto his back. Lines of spunk coated his
fuckbuddy's ripped back, but were quickly washed away by the shower. It was
excellent timing, because Greg's phone had just started ringing. It was in
the lockerroom adjacent to the shower, but was easily heard. `Fuck,' Greg
said. `That's going to be my manager, I really have to take it,' he added.

`That's sweet man, I can wait,' Witty replied. He didn't know it then, but
Greg wasn't coming back.

Nick Youngquest heard the phone ring from inside the black bag in the
lockerroom, he just didn't expect a naked, still-hard Greg Bird to walk in
and pick it up. Nick was naked himself, and almost thought to cover up
until he realised how pointless it would be. Greg had seen him naked
countless times over the past few days. Nick gave him a nod and a smile, as
Greg finished the phone call.

`Ok, thanks, I guess I'll see you in half an hour,' he said, closing the
flip-phone. He looked at Nick. `My manager.' Nick nodded again.

`He interrupt something?' Nick asked, looking at Greg's cock. Greg grinned.

`Just finished actually,' he replied.

`Witty?' Nick asked.

`Yep,' Greg replied. `I told him I'd be back, but I gotta run.' Greg and
Nick thought the exact same thing, and both men smiled. `Give him one for
me,' he added, giving Nick's cock a quick squeeze before leaving.

Not all the players at the shoot required privacy for their hook-ups. In
fact, some shunned it. The shoot took place near a private lake, and just
100m from shore, Liam Fulton and Jonathon Thurston were giving a show to
anybody in eyeshot. They'd spent the night on a boat Jonathon owned. It was
only small, but big enough for their needs. Last night, Jonathon had fucked
Liam on the deck, and this morning Liam was looking to return the
favour. The two had first hooked up at the breakfast before last year's
Grand Final, an occurance that wouldn't have been so strange if they
weren't on opposite teams in the next day's match. Since that memorable
quickie, they had been inseperable fuckbuddies. At least once a week they'd
hook up, either by themselves or with a third.  Right now, Jonathon was
sitting on the boat's edge, running his hands over his olive skinned,
defined body. He was only wearing a pair of blue speedos. A few feet away,
reclining in a chair, Liam, in white speedos , played with his heavy bulge.

`So, you want to fuck me man?' Jonathon asked. He stood up, turned around
and bent over in front of Liam. His hands pulled at his arse cheeks,
kneading them through the Speedo fabric. With one tug, he pulled the Speedo
forward into his crack, squeezed his cheeks and created a do-it-yourself
thong.

`Fuck yeah..' Liam replied. He was leaking pre-cum, and he wasn't even hard
yet. Jonathon turned around, and saw the wet patch on Liam's speedos
grow. He couldn't resist leaning down and taking the entire bulge into his
mouth. Liam leaned forward, running a hand along Jonathon's muscular back,
then kneading his even more muscular arse cheeks. `Can't wait to get inside
you..'

`Really?' Thurston asked. He moved so he was sitting on Liam's lap, a leg
other side. Liam's hard package rested inbetween his arse cheeks, and he
taunted his fuckbuddy by rolling back and forth.

`Mmm...' Liam moaned. His hands gripped Jonathon's arse, which he pulled
forward and back over his growing, Speedo-encased cock. Above him, Jonathon
stretched his arm behind Liam, and pulled back a bottle of lube.

`Fuck foreplay,' he said with a smile. Liam grinned back, a grin that grew
as Jonathon covered his hands in the lube. Then, he reached back and freed
Liam's thick cock from it's lycra prison. Liam whimpered as Jonathon
lathered his cock in the lube. Then, it was a simple matter of pulling down
his own Speedos, and lowering himself onto the slick shaft. It was a
familiar feeling for both men, but that didn't mean it wasn't good.

`Oh fuck babe, bounce on my cock..' Liam begged. Jonathon's massive, hairy
thighs and calves powered his body, as it squatted, raised and lowered
itself on the thick beast. Liam roughly toyed with Jonathon's cock, wanking
his fuckbuddy's piece as they shared a kiss. Liam then took control, using
his own thighs to meet Jonathon halfway. Soon, his cock had a clear, slick
passage inside his lover, bringing both men to the peak of ectasy.

`Ohhh,' Jonathon moaned. Liam was absolutely hammering him now, and the two
were groaning in unison. `Fuck me mate,' he added, his own cock leaking
pre-cum.

`Get up,' Liam commanded. Jonathon did so, pulling himself off Liam's hard
cock. He couldn't help but drop to his knees and suck his mate's heavy
balls, taking them into his mouth and swirling his tongue over them. `Bend
over..' Liam added. Jonathon dropped his balls from his mouth, then turned
around and walk to the edge of the boat. Liam admired his legs and arse,
before stepping behind him and sliding his cock deep inside. `Can't wait to
cum inside you..' Liam said. He didn't waste any time, creating a frenetic
fucking pace inside Jonathon's hole.

`I can't wait to let you..' Jonathon replied, arching his back and pressing
his arse backwards. His muscular arms gripped the edge of the boat, while
the sun beat down on the two stud's bodies. They were fucking for the whole
world to see, and they both loved it. Liam's big hand moved under
Jonathon's body, then began pumping his hard cock. `Shit man.. I'm going to
cum if you keep that up..' Jonathon said. That just made Liam beat faster.

`Tell me to stop..' Liam said. Jonathon took a moment to reply.

`Faster..'

With that one word, Liam became a man possessed. He not only jacked
Jonathon's cock furiously, but his own fucking became faster than ever. He
planted his cock deep inside Jonathon's tight arse with fast, rough
strokes.

`I'm coming..' Jonathon whimpered. `Oh fuck!' he moaned, as his cock
emptied onto the deck, load after load painting the floor with hot jism.

`Fuck yeah man!' Liam said. Now he could focus on himself. He gripped
Jonathon's waist, then started fucking him so hard Jonathon was afraid of
falling overboard. The sides of the boat shook with every thrust from the
90 kilogram athlete, who had been working up an all-over sweat. `I'm gunna
shoot man! Oh fuck! `Here it comes!!' he screamed. One final thrust sent
his cock all the way in, where it rested as a torrent of cum shot from its
head, filling Jonathon's hole.

`Fuckin' fill me up man!' Jonathon yelled, lost in the moment. Liam's heavy
balls shot another load inside Jonathon, and then another. It was the
biggest amount of cum Liam had ever shot, and he was almost disappointed he
didn't get to see it. But the feeling was worth it.

As the two men came down from their sexual nirvana, they spotted a group of
onlookers at the lake's shore.

`Do you reckon they spotted us?' Liam asked.

`I fucking hope so,' Jonathon replied with a smile.

When Nick entered the shower block, Witty was oblivious. He had his back
turned, and was toying with himself, soaping his hard cock, fingering his
open hole. Greg was a great fuck, but he was a quick fuck. Normally, Witty
would have pumped two loads out of him.

`Greg had to go,' Nick said by way of introduction. Witty turned around
suddenly, then smiled.

`That's a shame,' Witty replied. He looked over Nick's impressive body. He
was tall, handsome, tanned and buff, with a long, thick cock. A stark
contrast to Greg's short, bulky body, but a good contrast.

`Anything I can help with?' Nick replied, running a strong hand over
Witty's waist. Witty's hard cock pressed against Nick's growing member, and
Nick looked down and smiled. In one movement, he leaned forward for a kiss,
and grabbed Witty's rock-hard dick. Witty moaned, tilted his head back,
then moaned louder as Nick dropped a row of kisses down his neck.

`Fuck me man,' Witty moaned. It wasn't a matter of will, it was a matter of
way. It took a few strokes from Witty to get Nick's cock fully-hard, but
after that, the rest was simple. Nick grabbed Witty, pulled him off his
feet, then slid his cock in from underneath. It was a complicated,
exhausting position, but the feelings on both ends were worth it. At its
full length, Nick's cock was a good eight inches. And Witty's tight arse
was a perfect fit. Nick used his powerful legs to move Witty against the
wall, and Witty arched his body back, gripping onto the shower head with
both hands, accentuating the muscles in his chest while his arse impaled
itself on Nick's thick shaft. Nick leaned forward, licking every one of
Witty's six-pack. The water cleaned off the sweat building from their
fucking, but it couldn't clean the pre-cum leaking from Nick's cock, which
lubricated his passage inside Witty. `Oh fuck yeah dude!'

`You look so fucking perfect..' Nick moaned, his balls slapping against
Witty's arse. `I got so much cum for you..'

`Let me see it..' Witty begged. Nick smiled, then pulled his cock out of
Witty. In a flash, Witty dropped to his knees and opened wide, his tongue
outstretched. Nick slapped his rock-hard shaft over Witty's boyish face,
making his new fuckbuddy beg for his seed.

`So close..' Nick moaned. Witty was furiously beating his own cock, which
had been hard since his fuck with Greg.

`I'm coming!' Witty yelled.

`Same! Oh fuck man!' Nick groaned, as his cock erupted onto Witty's face,
drenching his tongue, lips and cheeks in load after load. Below, Witty's
own cock pumped two loads of cum onto his thigh, bringing him to the same
high as Nick. In the post-orgasm bliss, Witty cleaned Nick's cock dry. He
stood, and the two shared a passionate kiss, their cum-soaked dicks rubbing
against each other.

`You know, I've always been big on saving water..' Nick said with a
smile. `And I need another shower..'



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