Date: Wed, 22 Jan 2014 17:38:18 -0500
From: ACD x <playoffwriter@outlook.com>
Subject: NFL playoffs (part 4)

NFL Playoffs (Part 4)

Disclaimer: This story is fiction and is not intended to imply anything
about the true sexuality of the celebrities mentioned or any personal
knowledge about their private lives.

(Don't worry, guys. Decker's coming.)

NFC Semifinal - 49ers vs. Panthers - Charlotte, NC

After a game like that, it was kinda unavoidable that Colin Kaepernick and
Cam Newton were gonna fuck like dogs. Teams, fans, coaches, media,
everybody had hyped it up so much that when the teams nearly came to blows
early in the game, the announcers just shrugged it off and the refs kept
their flags in their pockets. But even professional athletes can't build
pressure like that without an ultimate release.

The quarterbacks weren't the only ones who felt the raw emotion of the game
spill over into other animal needs. On one play, Panthers linebacker Luke
Kuechly, 6'3, 235 and built like a house, found himself holding down the
tackled Michael Crabtree a little longer than necessary, enjoying the feel
of Crabtree's bulk beneath him, his hand lingering on Crabtree's tight
stomach. And the 49ers receiver himself couldn't help but notice when Luke
finally lifted himself off that the 22-year-old stud's dick was rock-hard
in his black football pants, its impressive length dragging across
Crabtree's round muscle ass under his gold uniform. The briefest image
played through his mind -- Luke Kuechly, stripped bare and fucking Michael
Crabtree into his bed, Crabtree's own cock slapping against his tight
stomach -- before they broke contact and he let his focus return to the
next play.

Later in the game, Carolina tight end Greg Olsen found himself downed by
Eric Reid, the Niners safety straddling Olsen's thickly muscled 6'5
body. The two players' eyes met through their helmets and the look held,
carrying an exchange of silent need and desire between the two pro
athletes. It wasn't till one of Reid's teammates finally reached a hand out
to help him up that he realized he'd been slowly but needfully grinding his
tight ass against the hardening bulge in Olsen's jock.

And the tension wasn't limited to guys on opposing squads. Carolina kicker
Graham Gano caught himself more than once eyeing the ample bulge in a
teammate's uniform as he walked by and imagining himself tonguing and
swallowing that meaty jock dick. And the 49ers' backup QB Colt McCoy had an
ass so fucking round and tight and inviting that at one point, in one
imagined instant, Anquan Boldin was fucking Colt right there on the field,
driving his teammate into the grass, Vernon Davis had Colt slammed against
the wall of the locker room and impaled on his thick beast, Davis's backup
tight end Vance McDonald was kissing Colt as he fucked the horny Texan QB
in a pristine hotel bed, and the little muscle-stud punt returner LaMichael
James was palming those two muscular cheeks in each hand and simply
jackhammering Colt's tight cunt till the cute white boy's dick sprayed
jizz. McCoy turned around a second later and caught the four of them
staring at him, failing to notice the obvious ridge of fat, hard meat in
each 49er's uniform pants. His brow furrowed innocently: "What?"

But inevitably the most pressure of all landed on each team's quarterback
and team leader. And inevitably it was Cam and Colin who finally let it all
explode out.

Later neither QB would remember who initiated it, or even whether anybody
had initiated it. It kinda just seemed like when Colin finished with the
press and the team celebrations and finally walked out of the Niners'
locker room, Cam was there waiting, dressed in a simple gray three-piece.
And Colin just kinda looked at his rival and followed Cam out to his ride.

For his part Kap hadn't seen the need to dress up for the reporters and
wore a burgundy 49ers t-shirt that clung to his muscled upper body. Cam
resisted the urge to look over at the other quarterback as they drove from
the lot, the Charlotte cops clearing a path all the way to the
interstate. He could picture it, though -- Colin's chest swollen
prominently into the shirt, the hard nubs of his nipples poking into the
fabric. His arms, tight against the sleeves, tattoos bursting from
underneath the plain color of the shirt. Colin's thick trunk of a neck,
broad shoulders, wide-spread lats, all testing the strength of the seams
where fabric hugged muscle.

Kap had the luxury of sneaking glances when Cam Newton's eyes were on the
road. His eyes trailed over the taut, sinewed forearms of the defeated
QB. Then down to where Cam's enormous quads bulged into his pinstriped
suit. Finally back up to where a long, thick cock snaked obviously down the
leg of Cam's pants. Each time only a glimpse. But each time enough to get
Colin Kaepernick's own heart thumping and his own dick throbbing in his
jeans. When they finally got to Cam's palatial place in the suburbs, both
quarterbacks were about to bust through their zippers they were so goddamn
hard. Yet they both still managed a cool, even swagger as they stepped from
the car and walked in the front door.

Colin's first words were silenced with a kiss that was practically shoved
against his lips. Cam's hand was already groping down the front of Colin's
jeans, instantly finding the San Francisco QB's hard-on and grasping it
desperately through the denim. Kaepernick met his grip with a slow grind
into Cam's hand, fucking his still-sheathed cock into Cam's fingers.
Colin's own hands were tugging off Cam's suit jacket, tie, vest, then
unbuttoning, then ripping, buttons spraying across the hardwood floor. Cam
broke the kiss for half a second and Colin's lips slipped across Cam
Newton's impossibly square jaw, over the smooth caramel skin of his neck,
tasting the other quarterback for the first time, smelling his body wash,
his cologne. Now Colin's hands had broken into the busted-open shirt, palms
on Cam's bare chest, then slipping down over Cam's stomach.


"Fuck..." Colin Kaepernick breathed.

Cam wasn't ready to talk yet, his own lips and tongue too occupied with
Colin's own neck and jawline. He pulled back from Colin just long enough to
pull Colin's t-shirt off in one motion, the rolling, sliding fabric
suddenly retreating to reveal Kap's beautifully defined stomach, the light
brown skin untouched by ink, then the decorated expanse of his chest and
shoulders. Cam leaned down, nibbling on Colin's nipple, and Colin let out a
soft moan.


The Carolina QB was still pulling off clothes, pulling on Kaepernick's
belt, unbuttoning his jeans. Cam's hand shoved into Colin's pants as he
knelt lower, biting and licking Colin's cobbled abs.  His throwing hand,
firm and flexible, was wrapped around the Niner quarterback's dick, feeling
its length, its girth, its utter heat and hardness as Colin thrust into
Cam's grip.


Then Cam was pulling off Colin's jeans too, staring at Colin's arousal
aching obviously into his red silk boxers. Those followed shortly after,
and suddenly Cam Newton was on his knees, his lips just half a foot from
Colin Kaepernick's painfully hard dick. Kap didn't even have time to
wonder, didn't have time to open his mouth to ask.


"Unghh...ffffuck..." Colin grabbed Cam's broad, muscular shoulders,
scrunching up the remains of Cam's shirt collar in his hands, as Cam took
his cockhead between his lips and started licking the head with his
tongue. Kap's abs flexed tighter, his biceps swelled, his front teeth bit
down on his lower lip and his eyes clenched as Cam Newton started sucking
dick. Those lips were fucking magic, Colin quickly realized. This dude
could suck cock better than any girl he'd ever known. Cam rapidly took him
deeper, swallowing 5 inches, 6. Colin slammed his head back against the
wall in uncontrollable pleasure. He looked down.


Fuck, it was a beautiful sight -- Cam Newton had a wide, grinning mouth
that could open a long way, and with the kind of cock Kaepernick was
packing in his uniform he needed every inch. Those lips, that tongue seemed
to massage Colin's dick, drawing up that load that was already churning in
Colin's balls. God, he never knew a guy could suck dick this good.


It went on for minutes, Colin alternately moaning and biting his lip in
tortured silence, until suddenly that wonderful pressure was gone and Cam
was face to face with him again.

"C'mon."  Newton's voice was hoarse and brooked no disagreement. As he
turned away, Colin followed, holding his hard, precome-leaking length. Cam
was unbuckling his own belt as he walked, then his suit pants, kicking them
off as he turned down the hall. Colin's dick throbbed even harder as he
took in the sight of Cam Newton's round ass covered only by a pair of tight
navy boxer briefs, bobbing as Cam made his way down the hall.


Moments later they were in a spacious bedroom. Cam turned, looking over his
shoulder. He smiled for the first time that night. "Top drawer," he said,
then climbed on the bed.

Kaepernick reached in the drawer, slicked up his angry-hard cock as well as
he could without setting himself right off, shuddering in pleasure. It was
nothing compared to what was coming.


Kap came up behind the other QB, marveling at just how fucking big Cam
Newton was. He started with Cam's ass, his hands feeling out the massive
round bulges of muscle, feeling Cam twitch as he slid a finger between
those muscular cheeks. Colin licked his lips as his fingers slipped upward,
running over the ridged definition of Cam's stomach, the thick-swollen
slabs of Cam's pecs. Colin inched closer, his cockhead sliding slick over
Cam's barely-clad ass. The older quarterback let one hand slip beneath the
waistband in front, tugging Cam's underwear slowly down.


"Jesus..." Kaepernick breathed as he finally took Cam's own cock in his
hand. It was fucking huge, fucking thick, and extremely fucking hard. Cam
was already wet, his beautiful cock leaking a clear stream of jizz down the
shaft. Colin stroked him just twice before Cam jerked free, breathing hard
as he moved Colin's hands back to his hips.


"Fuck me," Cam Newton whispered.

Kap pulled Cam's briefs off the rest of the way, let the other QB kick them
to the floor. Then without another word, Colin Kaepernick spread those
massive legs apart, took a deep breath, and drove his slick, hard cock deep
into Cam Newton's tight, wet cunt.


Cam moaned in pleasure, freely, unashamed. His back arched, he drove his
hips backward, meeting Colin's first thrust. And when the 49er quarterback
pulled back, Cam's ass relaxed, then drew him in again, then again, taking
Colin Kaepernick's fuck like the professional that he was. Colin kept
looking down at his dick driving into that perfect round ass, his teeth
clenched, his biceps and forearms swollen and veined as he held Cam's hips
steady and fucked him. Cam's back and shoulders spread like wings as Cam
held himself up on the bed, the quarterback's body a muscular work of art.


It wasn't long before Colin Kaepernick felt his balls tighten up, his cock
swell harder than it had probably ever been before.  "Gonna come," he
grunted, and then he did, that beautiful, ripped body hardening like a
diamond as Kaepernick sank himself deep and came hard into Cam Newton's
hole. It was fucking ecstasy. He'd never had better sex, woman or
man. Simply put, Cam Newton was the perfect fuck. And Colin Kaepernick
knew, as he pulled free and lay back to catch his breath, that even though
his team had come out on top today these two men were equals, and it was
time he acted that way.


If Kap thought Cam would be surprised when he spread his own powerful legs
and leaned back on his elbows, staring up at the still achingly-hard
Carolina QB with a nervous but inviting look, then he didn't know Cam
Newton very well. But he did enjoy the look on Cam's face when he reached a
lube-slick pair of fingers between Colin Kaepernick's legs.


"Fuck...you shaved?" A grin spread slowly over Cam's face even as a smirk
crossed Colin's lips.

"I keep my shit neat," was all Kap would say. In reality he'd known
something like this might happen...he was too fucking amped and too fucking
horny after the last two weeks not to take it by the neck when the
opportunity arose. But to Cam Newton it had the effect of an electric
jolt. A hungry look came over the other quarterback as he drank in Colin's
naked, ripped body.


"Wanted to fuck your sweet ass all fuckin' game, boy," Cam growled. Cam's
dick was soaking wet, the head almost purple, the thick shaft bulging with
veins. It prodded at Colin's entrance and the 49er QB sucked in air. "All
fuckin' season, more like." Cam leaned in, one hand palm-down on Colin's
chest, the other poised on Colin's inner thigh. "I'ma enjoy the fuck outta
this."

"Unnghhh!" Colin Kaepernick groaned as he felt Cam Newton enter him. Fuck,
Cam was big. Thick, too. Colin's hands rested on his pecs, his fingers
curled over the muscle, holding himself as Cam Newton drove his cock
deeper. He didn't look up often, but when he did it turned him the fuck on
-- Cam looked incredible towering over him, his broad chest and rippling
stomach gleaming with sweat, his face wearing a look of determination.
Colin would have loved his own face too, his eyes lidded, his jaw slack. As
Cam's cock sank further inside, Kap's hands slipped down the front of his
muscular body, now resting on his stomach. "Ungh, fuck..."  Kaepernick's
hips turned, his face twisting with discomfort as Cam kept coming.

Then Cam Newton's wide cockhead hit home.

"Awwhh FUCK." Kaepernick bucked his hips as Cam grazed his nut, the stud
49er suddenly wanting more, wanting it all. Suddenly it was Cam's hands on
Colin's chest, on his stomach, holding him down, pressing that powerful
body against the bed as Cam drew himself back then plowed deep into Colin
Kaepernick again. "Aw fuck, fuck yeah, FUCK me!"

The gates were open. Cam built up the pace, fucking Colin harder, deeper.
His own huge ass drove his hips forward unrelentingly, while his chest and
stomach and arms shone bright and slick with perspiration, definition
popping from the dark skin.


"Fuck me, Cam," Kaepernick said, quieter now.  He'd started to regain
control of himself and was slowly stroking his rock-hard prick. His abs
crunched together in a neat, slightly staggered line as he rocked his body
forward to meet Cam's deepening thrusts.  "Yeah, Cam, fuck me..."
Kaepernick's cock drooled onto those abs, then began slapping against them
as Cam hoisted Colin's legs onto his broad shoulders and fucked the Niners
QB even deeper. Cam alternated expertly, now quick, punching strokes,
shaking Colin's entire body, then long, deep plunges, bottoming out in
Kaepernick's jock cunt. Cam growled, his cock like a steel rod prodding
into Kaepernick's deepest recesses, all 245 pounds of Cam's bulk committed
to fucking a load out of the San Francisco quarterback.

And Kap was nearly fucking there. Every time Cam's dick slammed into him,
it was like a throbbing pulse of electricity deep inside him, radiating out
from that spot to the bottom of his hard-churning balls, to the ends of his
fingers and toes, to the very tip of his ultra-hard, sopping-wet cock.
Kaepernick reached up and put his hands on Cam's stomach, loving the tight,
hard definition, but also the sheer bulk of that big quarterback body. In
the end, Cam didn't even have to touch him.

"Fuck, 'mgonna come."

Cam grinned. He was close himself but he could tell he was gonna get two
loads from his rival quarterback before he gave up his own. And in fact it
was feeling Colin Kaepernick spill over the edge that finally did it.  He
felt Kap's ass grab his cock like a vice as Colin came again, Colin's dick
pumping another load of cream all over his abs to match the one he'd just
emptied into Cam Newton. Colin didn't touch himself at all, just let that
gorgeous cock explode as he let out a gasping moan. And Cam was right
behind him -- as Colin's chute tightened around Cam's pistoning beast, the
Carolina QB leaned back and let out a roar of pleasure as he fired shot
after shot of hot, thick NFL cream deep into Colin Kaepernick's tight jock
ass.

A few seconds later, the two quarterbacks collapsed onto the bed together
in a heap of muscle, sweat, and come. But soon enough Colin felt Cam's soft
lips on his chest, then his neck. He opened his eyes and looked into Cam's
before meeting the other QB in a slow, soft kiss. Cam smiled into Kap's
lips.

"Good luck in Seattle, man."