Date: Thu, 2 Dec 2010 15:29:39 -0500
From: Jeff Stewart <jeffstewart821@gmail.com>
Subject: Patriots Locker Room

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PATRIOTS LOCKER ROOM

Wes Welker was having the most enjoyable season of his professional career.
His surgically repaired knee was holding up.  The Patriots were winning.
He was putting up good numbers.  And there was a lot of hot ass walking
around the locker room these days.

Welker stood only 5'9", which made him one of the dozen or so shortest
players in the league.  Sure Maurice Jones-Drew and Darren Sproles were
shorter, but they were among the shortest players---certainly the shortest
well-known, Pro Bowl-caliber players---in the league.  Being that short and
gay in a locker room was a huge pain in the ass.

First, your eye level is nipple level for the rest of the team.  Most of
the guys are 6'2" or taller, and you have to walk around the locker room
looking up at everyone.  God help you if you hurt your neck.

Second, your eyes are so much closer to everyone's junk and ass.  This part
sucked at every level of Welker's sporting life.  It was always so easy to
look down at what everyone was sporting.  You were already most of the way
there.  Avoiding uncontrolled staring and hard ons was fucking difficult.

Third, whenever he did have a teammate who turned out to be gay, they
always assumed Welker wanted to bottom.  This pissed him off the most.
Sure, Welker liked to ride a big stud's cock as much as the next guy, but
that didn't mean he was only up for getting fucked.  Welker loved seeing a
big stud on all fours, moaning like a bitch while Welker's fat dick plowed
into him over and over again.  Welker was a professional athlete, for
chrissakes.  He was a fierce competitor, he could handle pain, and he
worked his body to its limit.  What kind of asshole would think he wouldn't
want to blow off steam by fucking the brains out of a guy every now and
then?  A tall asshole.  That's who.

Anyway, Welker was happy this year.  In addition to the usual buffet of
studs in the locker room, the Pats were featuring two players who were
right up Welker's alley: Welker's so-called Mini Me, Julian Edelman; and
Danny Woodhead.  Edelman was 5'10" and built almost exactly like Welker,
right down to their muscular round asses and thick, tight thighs.  Woodhead
was shorter than either Welker or Edelman at only 5'8", but he had thicker
legs and, at least to Welker's eye, an even more spectacularly muscled ass.
Welker lost count of the number of times he shot ropes of thick cum all
over his rock hard stomach and fuzzy chest after jerking off thinking about
the two studs.

At least with Edelman, it wasn't all jerking off, though.  After Edelman
was dubbed Welker's Mini Me by their teammates, they became fast friends.
With Edelman's continued success on the team, the Mini Me name stuck to the
point where Welker started calling him the same.  Edelman was fine with the
nickname, but made sure Welker knew it was just a nickname.

Welker had spent the entire '09 preseason and part of the regular season
lusting after the stud rookie from Kent State.  Edelman walked around the
locker room with a confidence well beyond his rookie stature.  Welker---and
the rest of the team---figured out why pretty quickly: Edelman was hung
like a fucking bear.  He had two, huge egg-sized nuts, and a thick cock
that rested on top.  His package looked almost as big as Tom Brady's famous
monster, but it was all the more remarkable on his 5'10" frame.  With this
thick legs, his nuts were always raised and out front, so he looked like he
stuffed two pairs of socks into his uniform whenever he suited up.  Welker
lusted after him, and longed to find out how much bigger his cock got when
hard. After a game mid-season, Welker called Edelman Mini Me.  After
practice the next day, Edelman fucked him senseless with his fat 9" cock.
As Welker blissfully enjoyed the post-fuck afterglow, Edelman reminded him
that Mini Me referred only to the fact that he was younger than Welker.
Welker had Edelman remind him of it not infrequently.

Welker was always up for fucking around with Edelman--actually, he wished
Edelman was up for it more often---but what he really wanted was to get an
in with Woodhead.  Welker's fantasy was to play Lucky Pierre, while Edelman
fucked him and he fucked Woodhead's hard, round ass.  The problem was that
Woodhead wasn't sending any vibes that he was open to it.

Woodhead arrived in New England right before Week 2, after being waived by
the Jets.  Since that time, he had become the Pats' featured back.
Everyone liked him, and put a lot of effort into learning the offense and
knowing all of his routes.  Woodhead was struggling most with his passing
routes, so he would usually run extra routes with backup QB Brian Hoyer
after every practice.  And many games.  Most of the team respected the hell
out of him for putting in the extra work.  Woodhead and rookie tight end
Aaron Hernandez were both putting in a lot of extra route work after
practice, and both were reaping noticeable dividends.  It was pissing
Welker off.  He was grateful for their better play.  But he was fucking
pissed that he couldn't get Woodhead cornered in the shower or the locker
room to figure out what was going on.

After the Patriots' big Thanksgiving day win over Detroit, Welker and
Edelman celebrated by fucking in Welker's hotel room.  As they caught their
breath while Edelman's second big load was leaking out of Welker's hole,
Welker told Edelman what he wanted to do with Woodhead.  Edelman's gooey
cock visibly flinched at the idea, and he told Welker to make it happen.
He, too, had been jerking off for months at the thought of sinking his big
monster into Woodhead's ass.  He suggested trying to get him alone after
practice during the next week.  With the long lag between Thanksgiving and
a Monday night game at home, the team would have a looser practice schedule
than usual.  Surely something could happen.

All through Monday's practice, Welker was distracted by the plans he was
concocting.  It showed.  And his teammates and coaches all gave him a hard
time.  He was frustrated and furious.  When practice broke, Welker tried to
blow off some steam by running wind sprints for 15 minutes.  He headed into
the locker room as soon as he saw Hoyer, Hernandez, and Woodhead come out
onto the practice field for their extra snaps. He didn't want to deal with
that shit today.

Welker showered quickly, changed into jeans and a sweatshirt, and headed
home.  He needed to clear his mind and keep his focus on the season.  Sure,
he wanted hot sex, but he wanted to beat the Jets even more.  A win meant
the upper hand on the AFC East crown and possible home field advantage,
which was much more important than a load dropped in Danny Woodhead's
ass. He needed to focus.

He also needed his housekeys.  Dumbass had left them in his locker.  Welker
was almost home by the time he realized it, so he was extra pissed when he
had to turn back.  The parking lot was nearly empty when he pulled in, and
the whole facility looked almost shut down.  Welker parked, put up his hood
to guard against the cool breeze, and walked into the facility.  As he
approached the door, he saw Hoyer leaving.  They exchanged pleasantries,
and said they would see each other tomorrow at practice.

Welker walked down the empty halls into the locker room.  It was empty.  He
grabbed his keys from his locker, and went to take a piss.  As he walked
into the bathroom, he heard a loud noise coming from the showers.  He
thought nothing of it, and stepped up the urinal.  He heard the noise again
as he pissed, but he didn't think much of it.  As he washed his hands, he
heard someone yell "fuck" in the showers.  He walked out of the bathroom,
and headed toward the steam-filled shower room.  He put his head just
around the steam-slicked tile wall, and looked into the room.

Hernandez was lying on his back on the floor of the shower as water from
every shower head flowed toward the middle of the big open room.
Hernandez's massive 6'1", 245, well-muscled body was completely naked.  His
tatooed arms were both extended down to his crotch.  His left thumb was
pressed against the base of his thick 7" hard on, and his right thumb and
forefinger were pulling a thick foreskin back from around his swollen,
bright pink head.  Over him, Danny Woodhead's massively muscled legs
straddled Hernandez's torso.  His strong arms were stretched behind him,
showing off the muscles in his back, as his hands pulled apart that big
muscle ass Welker has been lusting for all season.  Welker watched with his
jaw open, as Woodhead lowered himself onto the massive cock in one slow
slide, and then started bouncing up and down the whole length, his ass
cushioning the bottom of each bounce.  Hernandez was thrusting his hips up
into Woodhead with each downstroke, and his nuts bounced heavily between
his own massive legs.

Welker's own 8" cock sprang to life is his jeans, as he realized that he
could make his fantasy come true.  Now that he knew Woodhead was at least
bi, he was going to make it happen.

As he drove home, Welker called Edelman.  Welker had the whole thing
planned out for after practice tomorrow.  After he and Edelman finalized
their plans, Welker called the accomplice he needed.

When Welker went on IR after fucking up his knee last year, he spent a lot
of time with the team's training and medical staff.  He thought it was too
much time, but that changed when he met the newest addition to the team.
The Pats had hired a recent med school grad who was also a massage
therapist.  He was also, Welker had noticed, smoking hot.  He was 5'9",
latino, slim and toned.  Welker's training regimen required him to get
regular massages that focused on the muscles in his left leg, which was the
leg with the surgically repaired knee.  Welker wouldn't be able to exercise
his quads, calf, or glute until after the knee healed.  Massage therapy
could help stave off some atrophy.  During the first few sessions, Welker
would get hard from being manhandled by this hot young man.  The new
trainer discreetly ignored it until after the fourth session, Welker got
hard, looked him right in the eye, and told him to finish what he started.
The trainer greedily dove onto Welker's cock and sucked him like a pro.
After that, almost every session ended with Welker fucking the trainer's
brains out on the massage table.  Welker remained convinced---and,
incidentally, the trainer agreed---that the regular fucking helped as much
as the massage to keep his leg in shape.

Welker talked to the trainer for a few minutes before hanging up.
Everything was ready.

Practice the next day went smoothly.  Welker was focused, and his teammates
and coaches praised him for getting his head back in the game.  The
receivers coach was particularly pleased when Welker apologized for his
lack of focus the day before, and promised to take extra snaps with
Hernandez and Woodhead after practice.  The coach rolled his eyes and
called Edelman Mini Me when he chimed in and said that he, too, was going
to take some extra snaps after practice.  When Welker laughed at this,
Edelman just grabbed his crotch and gave Welker a pointed look.

As practice wore down, Welker and Edelman told Hoyer, Hernandez, and
Woodhead they were going to join them for their post-practice routine.
Hernandez and Woodhead exchanged a meaningful glance and halfheartedly said
that was fine.  Just before Belichick ended practice, Welker's trainer came
onto the field and said something to the coach.  Belichick called Hernandez
over, and the three chatted for a few minutes.  Belichick dismissed
practice, and as Edelman, Woodhead, Welker, and Hoyer were walking into the
locker room talking about their extra practice, Hernandez came over to say
he had to bail.  The trainer told him something unusual came up on his last
MRI, and they're worried there might be a lingering problem from his
September knee injury.  He has to go down to the doctors' office for an
additional MRI.

Edelman snuck Welker a look that clearly said he was impressed. Welker just
kept walking like nothing had happened.

The four practiced by themselves for nearly an hour.  At the end of an
hour, Hoyer said he had to leave.  He told the group that he thought it
would be the usual forty-five minutes, and he needed to go meet his wife.
The four headed into the locker room together.  Hoyer, Edelman, and Welker
went into the showers, and Woodhead went into the weight room to do a few
light reps as a cool down.

Welker and Edelman both had to work to conceal their swollen cocks as they
showered.  Hoyer wasn't looking, but neither of the other men wanted to
make him uncomfortable.  Hoyer quickly finished his shower, and went to
change.  Welker and Edelman played with each other a little, taking turns
soaping one another up, Edelman lingering on Welker's furry ass crack and
Welker on Edelman's more-than-a-handful nuts and big hard cock.  Welker
finished showering first, and went to take a piss.  He was standing at the
urinal when he saw Woodhead, a towel wrapped around him, head into the
showers.  Welker went into the main locker room and sat down to change as
he noticed that Hoyer has left.

Woodhead stepped under a shower head and started cleaning himself off.
Edelman stood across the shower room, his nine inches still standing
heavily out from his body, hard as a rock.  Edelman watched Woodhead
shampoo his hair and start soaping up.  Woodhead's back was to Edelman as
he started soaping up his round ass cheeks.  Edelman leaned against the
tile wall, and started lazily stroking himself while Woodhead's hand
slipped into the deep crack between his strong ass cheeks.  Edelman reached
his other hand up to pinch a nipple while he watched the show. Woodhead
stepped back under the shower head, and turned around to rinse himself.  He
saw Edelman's pose, and he froze.  Edelman whipped himself around to his
showerhead, and hastily pretended to just be taking a shower.  Woodhead
stood, staring at Edelman's nearly perfect backside, and his cock swelled
at the memory of the huge prick he saw Edelman jerking.  He kept staring as
he got fully hard, and Edelman snuck a peek over his shoulder.  When he saw
that Woodhead was still staring at him, he whipped his head back towards
the wall.  Quickly finished rinsing, and turned off the water.  Edelman was
gone as quickly as he could be. Woodhead smiled to himself, and finished
taking his shower.

Edelman's cock had drooped at the tension of the moment, so when he entered
the locker room he was only half hard.  He sat down on the chair in front
of his locker, and started to finish toweling off his hair.  Welker,
sitting on a bench right across from Edelman's' locker has dried off and
wearing a sexy little pair of white briefs.  He smiled at Edelman and
licked his lips as he moved across.

While Woodhead was finishing his shower, Welker was going to have some fun
with his Mini Me.  Edelman had taken off his towel to dry his upper body
and hair.  His perfectly muscled, fuzzy thighs were spread, and Welker's
mouth was watering at the sight of Edelman's big nuts resting on the chair
near its edge, and his still-engorged soft cock hanging heavily over them
off the edge.  Welker got on his knees in between Edelman's thighs and
started licking the fuzz inside his thick thighs.  Welker reached up with
his right hand and tried to grab Edelman's big nuts.  His fingers had to
struggle to get behind the loose skin of his big sack, but he finally got
his thumb and index finger wrapped around Edelman's sack, with the two
massive nuts weighing heavily in the cradle of the rest of his hand.
Grabbing Edelman's nuts lifted his hardening cock off of its resting place,
and flopped its length over onto Edelman's right thigh.  As Welker's tongue
neared the big cock, he opened wide, and moved to take the fat head into
his mouth.  Edelman was now almost fully hard, and Welker's head was eight
inches away from Edelman's crotch, as he took the big mushroom head into
his mouth and kept massaging Edelman's big nuts.

Welker's own cock was hard as a rock in his briefs, and Welker used his
left hand to adjust it to a more comfortable position.  His own cock now
stretched over to the side under his briefs, Welker relaxed his throat and
slowly lowered his head onto his Mini Me's huge cock.  In one long, slow
stroke, Welker throated all nine inches.  Edelman's nuts tried to pull up
towards his body as Welker swallowed his massive meat, but Welker's right
hand remained in place, gently but firmly pulling down on his big
nuts. With his nose buried in Edelman's trimmed bush, Welker slowly backed
off for a breath, and then started rhythmically bobbing his head back and
forth on Edelman's hog.  Edelman was moaning in pleasure, but he was
getting close to cumming way too soon.  He put his hands on Welker's
shoulders and eased him off his cock.  He hooked his hands in Welker's
fuzzy pits, pulled him to his feet, and dove his tongue toward Welker's
muscled stomach.

As Edelman's tongue worked its way over Welker's abs, he hooked his thumbs
into the waistband of Welker's briefs.  He pulled them down, and felt
Welker's hard eight inch cock slap against his throat.  Welker moaned and
flexed his cock as he felt Edelman's stubble on his now exposed cock.
Edelman backed away and wrapped his hand around the base of Welker's thick
dick.  He squeezed the base, and pulled his hand slowly towards the head.
As his hand got closer, a bead of precum appeared at the tip of Welker's
dick, and Edelman licked it off, savoring the sweet taste of his stud
teammate.  He let go, and reached up to put his right thumb into Welker's
mouth.  Welker smiled as the thick digit entered his mouth.  Edelman slowly
jerked Welker's big cock with his left hand as Welker eagerly blew his
thick thumb.  When it was good and slick, Edelman pulled it out with an
audible pop, and dove onto Welker's cock.  As Edelman deepthroated his stud
teammate, he reached around with his right hand.  He placed his right
fingers on Welker's firm ass, and slid his slippery thumb in between the
cheeks.  He quickly found Welker's warm hole, and rubbed his slick thumb
back and forth across it.  Edelman felt Welker's cock throb appreciatively
in his throat from the pleasure this was giving Welker.  Edelman took his
left hand and started playing with his own rock hard monster while he
thumbed Welker's hole and energetically bobbed up and down on Welker's
raging hard on.

Woodhead walked into the lockerroom.

"Holy shit," he said out loud.  Quietly.  Mostly to himself.  He was
wearing only a towel, and he was transfixed at the sight before him.  He
had lusted after both of these studs, but he had been happy with Hernandez
boning him on a daily basis.  He had a weakness for the mass of linebackers
and tight ends.  But his true lust objects were muscular guys his own size.
Seeing these two go at it was awesome.

"Join in," Welker said with a smile on his lips, as he visibly rocked his
hips to feed more of his cock to Edelmen and to back his hole against
Edelman's thumb.  "We know you want to."

Woodhead dropped his towel, and slowly walked over to the two studs.  His
gaze was transfixed on Welker's cock sliding in and out of Edelman's hot
mouth, and he took his place standing next to Welker as his own 6.5" cock
started to harden.  Welker put his arm around Woodhead, and pulled him up
against him as he leaned in to kiss the stud running back.  Edelman had to
pull his hand back in front of Welker as Woodhead's body press into
Welker's.  He took the chance to lean back and take stock of the scene in
front of him.  Woodhead and Welker were standing in front of him making
out, fourteen inches of hard NFL stud cock were pointing right at him, and
his own nine inches were hard in his hand, oozing a steady stream of precum
down the length of his shaft.  Woodhead loved the scratch of Welker's
stubble on his face, as the wideout's tongue forced its way into his mouth.
When he felt Edelman's mouth wrap around his swollen cock, he nearly lost
it.  He moaned into Welker's mouth at the pleasure of Edelman's blowjob.
The moan vibrated Welker's tongue, which seemed to have a direct line to
Welker's cock which involuntarily pulsed. Welker pulled away from the kiss,
and looked down at Edelman sucking Woodhead.

Welker backed away, and dropped to his knees behind Woodhead.  Woodhead was
standing with his big legs spread, and Edelman was on his knees in front of
him, working on Woodhead's cock.  Welker moved to all fours, and reached
out for Edelman's leaky dick.  Edelman shifted into a seated position, with
his legs in front of him, between Woodhead's feet.  Woodhead spread his
legs a little, and crouched, so his dick was at Edelman's mouth level.
This shift let Welker get Edelman's big cock into his mouth.  He licked at
the tip, pulling a strand of precum away with his tongue.  Drunk on the
sweet taste, he licked down the underside of Edelman's big shaft all the
way to his huge nuts and sopped up the precum Edelman had been oozing the
whole time.

"Rim me, man," Edelman said as he pulled his Woodhead's cock out of his
mouth for a moment.  Welker was more than happy to oblige.

"Please let me," said Woodhead, with an eagerness in his voice.  Edelman
didn't give a shit.  He just wanted his ass eaten. He got up onto the
bench, on all fours, and Woodhead took his place behind him.  Welker sat on
the floor next to the two, and watched the show.  Woodhead eagerly spread
apart Edelman's cheeks and stuck out his surprisingly long tongue.  He dove
right into the crack, and started by licking the entire length of Edelman's
crack in long strokes.  Edelman moaned encouragement, and Welker reached up
to jerk off Edelman's big cock.  Welker wrapped his hand around the base of
Edelman's cock, and his loose sack draped itself over the top of his fist.
As Welker pumped up and down with long strokes, Edelman's nuts weighed
heavily against his fist, and his sack draped loosely over top.  Woodhead
took the opportunity on Welker's upstrokes, to bathe Edelman's big nuts
with his spit.  Welker played with his own hard cock while he watched
Woodhead dive deeper and deeper into Edelman's hot hole.  Occasionally,
Welker's dick would ooze a drop of precum, and he would pinch it up and
feed it to himself.  Edelman kept moaning from the tongue bathing he was
getting, and his cock was leaking a small pool of precum onto the bench
below.

"My turn," said Welker, as he got up from his front row seat.

"Have at it, bro," said Woodhead as he pulled his spit glistened face out
from Edelman's crack.

"That's not what I mean," replied Welker with a smile.  "You've got yours,
and I'm going to get mine."  He pushed Woodhead's smiling face back into
Edelman's crack, and walked to a position behind Woodhead.  Welker was hard
as a rock at the prospect of finally getting the ass he had been coveting
for months.  Woodhead's massive legs were spread, and his big, round glutes
were slightly dimpled from being spread.  Welker put a hand on each cheek
and was impressed by how firm and substantial they felt in his hand.  His
cock pulsed as he worked his hands slowly closer together towards the
smooth crack of Woodhead's warm ass.  Welker's fingers dipped into the
crack, and he was surprised by how deeply they went before bottoming out.
He spread the soft flesh apart, needing more strength than he expected, and
dove his face down into his teammate's ass.  His nose took in the smell of
soap and sweat, and his tongue ran over the slightly rough skin of his
crack before it his the hot, smooth pucker of his hole.  Welker could hear
Woodhead moan, as the receiver ran his tongue back and forth over
Woodhead's ass.  Welker let go of the spread asscheeks, and jerked himself
while he enjoyed the hot pressure of Woodhead's ass pressed in on his
cheeks.  He dove into the ass, and pressed his tongue as hard as he could
against Woodhead's hole, and felt it start to give.  Once inside, Welker
extended his tongue as far as he could and started gently but insistently
tongue fucking the young running back's experienced hole.  Woodhead was in
heaven, and pulled away from Edelman's ass to moan loudly and relax his
hole against the invading tongue.

Edelman took the chance to get up.  He was turned on enough that he knew
what he wanted.  He moved to a position behind Welker.  Welker's fuzzy ass
was up in the air, as he was working over Woodhead's accommodating hole.
Edelman stroked himself and stuck a finger in his mouth.  Once wet, he
pressed his finger up against Welker's tight hole.  Welker willingly
relaxed, and let Edelman start loosening him up.

Drunk with pleasure from rimming the hell out of Woodhead, Welker was more
than ready for Edelman to start getting him ready.  With one of Edelman's
fingers in his ass, Welker took a break from tongue fucking Woodhead, and
ran his wet tongue down Woodhead's taint and took his nuts in his mouth one
at a time.  Once they were wet, he pulled Woodhead's rock hard cock down
towards his face, and took it into his mouth.  He took Woodhead's slippery
cock in his hand and returned to licking his hole.  He jerked Woodhead's
spit-slicked cock rhythmically while he started tongue fucking him again in
the same time.  Woodhead threw his head back in ecstasy, and Edelman took
the chance to wet a second finger for Welker's ass.  Welker's big tongue
kept going deeper and deeper into Woodhead's hole as Edelman slipped in a
third and then fourth finger into Welker's well-used hole.

"Oh yeah, fuck me with that big donkey dick," moaned Welker after he felt
Edelman's fourth finger work its way inside him.  Edelman willingly
obliged, and Welker gasped as he felt the blunt invader first pop inside
his hole.  Woodhead helped get his mind off of the exquisite pain of the
onslaught by bucking his beautiful ass back against Welker's tongue.  The
rhythm from Woodhead's bucking was perfect to let Welker ease himself back
onto Edelman's giant prick.  Edelman kept consistent pressure on Welker's
hole, and he played with his nipples while he waited to bottom out inside
the older stud's hot hole.  Welker's cock remained rock hard and stuck up
against his heaving stomach, a sticky patch of damp precum mixing in with
the sparse hairs of his stomach.  Welker kept up his tongue's attack on
Woodhead's hole, and occasionally let his hand slide off the end of
Woodhead's cock, causing the young running back's dick to slap loudly up
against his stomach.

When Edelman finally bottomed out in Welker's warm chute and his massive
nuts were hanging against Welker's own, he started fucking Welker hard and
deep, just the way he liked it.  Welker started moaning involuntarily from
the pleasure of this massive cock wedged against his prostate.  Edelman was
so big that even after all the times they had fucked, it was all Welker
could do to take it. He couldn't relax or flex his sphincter until well
after Edelman started fucking.  Welker's moans against Woodhead's asshole
drove the latter insane.  And Welker's tongue felt like it was three or
four inches deep with the force of Edelman's fucking driving it deeper with
each thrust.

"Holy shit, you've got to fuck me now," panted Woodhead in pleasure.  His
cock was almost purple he was so turned on.  He knew that he couldn't take
any more, and he wasn't leaving this room today without getting fucked by
at least one of these incredibly hot studs.  Edelman took his cue and let
up the onslaught against Welker's hole.  He slowly pulled out, so the three
could get in position.

Woodhead stood up, and bent over the bench, using his arms for support.
Welker smeared all the precum his cock had been leaking up and down his
eight inch shaft.  He stepped into position, and ran his red cockhead up
and down Woodhead's crack, amazed at how slick his was after the rough
tongue fucking he had just given him.  After the second trip down
Woodhead's crack, Welker's cockhead caught on Woodhead's hole on the way
up.  Woodhead eagerly took the cue, and relaxed and pushed back onto the
cock simultaneously.  Like the pro bottom he was, Woodhead impaled himself
back onto Welker's hard cock in one long stroke.  Welker thought he was
going to cum right there.  Woodhead's ass was tight but not uncomfortable,
and he could feel Woodhead doing something---he had no idea what---with his
internal muscles that felt to Welker like being milked.

Edelman saw Welker bottom out, and took his own cue.  He put a hand on
Welker's upper back, and pushed him over onto Woodhead.  Welker's ass
pivoted up, and Edelman positioned his engorged monster at Welker's hole.
He crouched his legs down to get the right angle, and slid his dick home.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee," slowly moaned Welker as he felt wave
after wave of pleasure wash over him as Edelman filled him up.  Welker had
never felt anything like this before.  He was in complete heaven.  His cock
was eight inches deep in the ass he had wanted all season, and his favorite
top cock was deep inside him.

"Happy, Pierre?" asked Edelman, as he wrapped his hands around Welker's
chest.  He grabbed Welker's head with one hand, and turned his face around
as far as he could.  He and Welker kissed as Welker tentatively tried to
thrust his cock into Woodhead.  The sensation was amazing.  Woodhead's
magic ass was milking him and made him feel like he was going to cum at any
second, but any movement was matched by the peculiar pleasure of having
Edelman's giant cock buried inside him.  Adding to the sensations, Welker's
big legs were shaking from the exertion of keeping his knees slightly bent
to be inside Woodhead.  With his knees slightly bent, he started getting
into a rhythm of slow, rhythmic strokes.

"Fuck this," said Edelman impatiently.  He put his hands on Welker's trim
waist, wrapping them around his abs to get a grip, and he started giving
Welker the hardest, deepest strokes that he could from that angle.  Welker
was delirious with pleasure and moaning loudly as Edelman's big nuts
slapped against his ass, and his own cock plunged deeper and deeper into
Woodhead's hole.  Welker was entranced by the sight of Woodhead's massive
glutes compressing and shaking as Welker was fucked into him. Woodhead was
trying desperately to keep his arms under him from this onslaught, when
Edelman's legs started violently shaking.  Edelman thrust a few more times
and stood up as he thrust a few more times, almost lifting Welker up off
the ground and pushing all of his weight onto Woodhead.  Welker knew
Edelman was about to cum and felt his cock getting even bigger in his ass.
Edelman's cock exploded with spurt after spurt of thick cum deep inside
him.  Welker was almost ready to cum, but Woodhead said that he needed to
change positions.  His arms were about to give out.

Edelman pulled out of Welker with a pop, and Woodhead rolled over onto his
back with Welker still buried inside him.

"Come on, stud," said Woodhead, staring Welker in the eye.  Welker obliged,
and started pounding away as fast as he could at Woodhead.  Woodhead moaned
loudly with each thrust.  Welker was transfixed as he watched Woodhead's
abs contract in patterns he had never seen before, patterns which
corresponded with whatever it was that Woodhead could do with his ass.
Welker made a mental note to ask him about it another time.  As Welker
fucked faster and faster, he could feel Edelman's big load leaking out of
him and running down the inside of his thigh.  Welker saw Edelman look over
Welker's shoulder and make a weird face.  Almost ready to cum, Welker was
too intoxicated to notice that an unseen hand reached in between his legs,
and, using two fingers, scooped up the part of Edelman's big load that had
leaked out of Welker's used hole.

Welker's balls were tightening to his body just as he made out who was
behind him.  Tom Brady walked around in front of him, and stuck his two
cummy fingers into Woodhead's eager mouth.  With the taste of Edelman's
load, Woodhead's ass contracted around Welker's cock putting Welker and
Woodhead both over the edge.  The two players came simultaneously, with
Welker depositing seven or eight spurts of cum deep inside Woodhead, and
Woodhead's smaller cock exploding all over his perfectly smooth, muscled
torso.

The 6'4" Brady stood up over the three, a ridiculously massive hard on
visible under his loose fitting shorts, and smiled.

"God I love fucking short guys," he said as he lowered his shorts.

The End.