Date: Sat, 07 Sep 2002 15:51:43 +0000
From: Bill Drake <billdrake@hotmail.com>
Subject: Peyton's Place, pt.2

Peyton's Place
Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com)


WARNING: The following
is gay erotic fiction explicitly depicting sexual acts between men. If that
offends or disturbs you or is inappropriate for your age, read no further.
The contents are fantasy fiction and have no relation whatsoever to the real
lives of the persons mentions.


Now, more fun with the NFL
boys...


Peyton's Place
Pt. 2

Trent Dilfer opened the front door to find
four hot specimens of New England Patriots jockmeat standing there.  In the
front of the groups were starting QB and Superbowl MVP Tom Brady, his
pearly-white grin showing on his Southern CA boy-next-door jock face, and
next to him backup Damon Huard.

"Hey guys!" Dilfer exclaimed, his
semi-hard cock bouncing up as he patted the guys on the shoulder, ushering
them into Peyton's house. "Who did you bring?"

Tom made introductions
"Trent, meet Adam. Adam Vinateri."

"Shit, sorry, bud I should have
recognized you. Great kick at the SuperBowl. You're a hot-looking guy,
too."

"Thanks," the dark-complected kicker blushed. "I've admired your, um,
work for a long time as well." The men all laughed.

Behind Adam was Ben
Leard, the latest 24-year-old recruit from Auburn. While the other men
talked he felt a pair of hands pull down his sweatpants and briefs. He
assumed someone was playing a joke on him, but when he turned around he
didn't see anyone. Then he looked down to see Drew Bledsoe crouched down,
examining Leard's round jock ass with obvious appreciation. Drew looked up
and winked at the 6'3" newbie. "Looks like I left the Patriots at the wrong
time. What's your name, stud?"

"Ben," the jock replied.

"Um nice to meet
you Ben," Drew mumbled right before diving into the kid's fine ass, nuzzling
the crack with his nose and darting his tongue out to tease the guy's tight
pucker.

"Shit!" Leard cried out as the other guys looked to see what was
going on. They had a chuckle, because the knew what the recruit was feeling.
Bledsoe gave by far the best rim job in the league, hell the best of anyone
they'd ever met. Many a reluctant jock ass was given up at the first swipe
of the star QB's tongue.

"Oh, God, Mr. Bledsoe. That's it, feels so fucking
hot. Dig up there deeper with your tongue."

Drew spoke while eating out the
delicious hole in front of him. "Mmmh, hot fucking ass. SLURP, MMMH! Ah
yeah, baby that's it, let Drew in, stud... NNNGH, MMPH, SLURP...Yeah, buddy,
this ass isn't going anywhere...All of it mine, hot jock
ass...MMMGHMPH!"

Brady looked on in admiration and horniness. Sure, there
was bad blood between him and Bledsoe. But Tom still admired and looked up
to the elder stud. Hell, even missed some of Drew's patented powerfucks
after the game. For now he could get off seeing this new meat on the team
get the full treatment. Only he knew there were dozens of hot NFL jocks
inside he was dying to meet.

"Hey Ben, buddy, we're gonna go inside, check
out the action. Are you sure you'll be OK here without us?" If Bledsoe's
tonguework was what it once was, Tom already knew the answer.

"Yeah, Tom,
go on. AH FUCK!" he screamed as Drew corkscrewed his rectum with his thick
quarterback tongue.

"Enjoy yourself," Tom laughed as he and his buds went
inside to look for cock and pro football stud butt.

*******

Drew Brees hit
the bed with a hard thud. His cock was so hard right now, having been worked
up in the shower by two mega-hot Denver Broncos, Brian Griese and Ed
McCaffrey. While the two studs looked on from the edge of the bed, Drew
unconsciously took a moment to run his hands all over his fine athletic bod,
one hand rubbing his dick and down beneath under his big jock balls, the
other caressing his taut pecs and sensitive nips. "Oh yeah!" Griese moaned
in approval before McCaffrey grabbed his cute face and met his lips with a
wide receiver liplock that drove Brian crazy. Ed could tell by the dick dew
leaking into his hand as he gripped the quarterback's overheated
manmeat.

"Hey! Oh man!"

It was Brees discovering that he wasn't alone in
the giant bed. To his right was ex-Bronco linebacker Bill Romanowski, his
HUGE biceps flexing as he reached around to grab hold of Brees hot jock body
and pull it closer to his. Just the feel of Romo's 6'4" 245lb. side of beef
next to him made Drew's cock leak even more, wetting up the defensive
player's hairy belly. Brees hadn't had time to look but from the feel of
Bill's hard tool against his, he knew the man had a bullcock to match his
teammates. He started to feel the huge arms with his QB hands, but was all
of a sudden pulled the other direction by the man on his left.

"Come on,
Bill, a stud as hot as this, you gotta share, buddy." Drew turned his head
to see another Broncos quarterback, Steve Feuerlein, his dick at full staff
and his eyes full of lust. Already he had his right hand crammed into Drew's
steamy mancunt, diddling the warm, wet QB hole with his expert
fingers.

Brees leaned his head back and let out a gasp of pleasure that let
all the men know he was really ready to get fucked. "Man! AH, guys, did I
really take ALL of you on last night?"

"Hell, yeah, Drew buddy!" Ed
answered, the desire coursing through his veins and filling every tight
muscle in his body. He still couldn't let go of Griese's massive dick and
even started playing with the large, round babymakers hanging in the QB's
nutsac. "You loved every minute of it. So did we. Love taking turns on your
perfect bubblebutt. Only now it's time for the main event. What do you say,
Bri?" He grabbed the big Griese dick harder.

"Fuck yeah! Let's do
it."

"All right. Get in there first Bri."

Griese crawled on top of Brees'
meaty jock body, feeling the kid's powerful muscles beneath his as his legs
kicked Drew's wide open. He had to pry the hands of the others of Drew so he
could position himself on top of the Charger star. Steve and Bill seemed
disappointed, but Brian reassured them, "Don't worry, guys, you'll get your
turn. Plus, I think you'll like the show."

Drew was pretty opened up from
the shower fuck so Griese's large meat sunk right back in. God, Brian loved
this kid's jockcunt! It gripped his cock in heavenly warmth and wetness and
sucked every inch of his meat deep inside the kid's bowels.

"Oh yeah, man!"
Drew cried, "You're really dicking me, Brian. Dicking me deep."

"Only way
to take an ass this great. Ready for a full-on fuck?"

"Give it to me,
stud!"

With that, Brian began to thrust his hips back and forth, driving
his meat deep into Drew's hot guts. "Shit, buddy this feels great!" Brian
moaned while his hips went into autopilot, piledriving his fuck stick over
and over, and churning Brees's insides til the kid was once again shuddering
in a bottom's ecstasy.

"All right, McCaffrey, go to town."

Ed got on the
bed behind the rutting couple and crouched down between Griese's legs. He
knew his mission but couldn't help having a go at Brian's amazing ass. With
gusto, he grabbed those thrusting ass cheeks and began eating out Brian like
it was his last meal on earth.

"Ah, shit, Eddie. Fan-fucking-tastic. Keep
eating my ass. Yeah, that's it. Can't hold back Drew, gotta sperm this
hole."

The idea of the hunky Bronco getting his seed up his backside turned
the young player on even more. He reached over and grabbed Romanoski around
the neck and met the massive stud in a hot kiss as his cock pumped volley
after volley of his fresh jock sperm all over his torso and even onto
Peyton's bedsheets.

"Fuckin' hell!" Brian shouted as his own cock blew its
load, coating Brees's rectum with its slickness.

"Did you blow?" Ed asked
his teammate while getting up onto his knees and positioning himself behind
both Brian and Drew.

"You bet I did. Big juicy wad. Can feel it right now,
wetting up my dick."

"Good. We're gonna need this boy lubed up. All right,
Drew, lift your legs up onto Brian's shoulder." Drew followed Ed's
instructions. He loved the feel of Brian's beefy shoulder's against his
knotted calf muscle. He loved even more the extra penetration that this
angle gave Brian's cock. "Mmmnh," he moaned still in an orgasmic
haze.

"Good, now Brian, spread your legs. Yeah, like that, wide as you can.
Pull out just a bit. A bit more. Fuck, Griese, you do have a big cock. All
right, hod still. Eddie's coming home now." Deftly, McCaffrey placed his
cockhead right at the ring gripping Griese's manhood. With a well-timed
shove, he pushed the cock in so that both rods cleared the young jock's
sphincter.

"Fucking hell!" Brees cried, perspiration beading on his
forehead.

"Aw yeah!" Ed and Brian moaned in unison. Ed pushed forward until
both Bronco cocks were sunk deep into the finest ass they'd experienced.
Drew's hot rectal walls snapped tightly around their large dicks.

"Holy
Shit!" Beuerlein groaned. "Bill, can you fucking believe this? How can this
guy take that?"

Romanowski had a big shit-eating grin watching the two
hunks double-dick Brees. This was the best QB Club party yet! He looked back
up into the kid's face to see a battle between pain and pleasure take place
across that cute jock face. "Drew's a pro, Steve, a real pro." He bent over
and met Drew in another fervent wet kiss.

Feel Romanoski's mouth latched
onto his and the linebacker's powerful tongue explore his oral cavity made
Brees feel hot. Shit, now he could feel Brian lap at his neck while the
quarterback began to slowly fuck his shit chute. He was getting the fuck of
a lifetime, getting stretched like never before. It was unbelievable.
Sometimes Ed and Brian would move their schlongs in unison, sometimes they
would give Drew some heated dual piston action.

"Oh yeah, Bri," Ed huffed
while fucking away at the sweet Drew hole. "I can feel that jizz you shot in
there. Nice and thick, just the way I like it."

"Well, Jesus, Eddie, your
dick's leaking so much I can feel all your juice rubbing on my cock. Oh
yeah, fuck it in there, buddy."

"Oooh, nice tight ass! Sharin' it with a
bud, how fucking great is this, Griese? How's the kid doin'?"

Brian grunted
and shuddered, the feelings of this amazing double-fuck getting to him. He
knew he could hold on a bit longer. "Drew's loving it, McCaffrey. Hard as a
fucking rock." As if to emphasize the point, Brian reach down with his
strong quarterback hand's and grabbed the other QB's aching eight-inch
erection.

Drew didn't know what hit him. His muscles twitched everywhere
and he began to see stars. Romanoski had a firm grip on his neck and a
liplock on his mouth so he couldn't do much other than scream in ecstasy
into the linebacker's mouthas it began.

"Christ!" Ed moaned. He was the
first to feel it. Brees's rectum was doing a dance of death on his and
Brian's cock. This kid was gonna nut and it was gonna be a big one. Grabbing
Griese's hips, he pulled back on his fuck partner til both dicks were nearly
cleared of the tight sphincter. Then with a rapid hip thrust, Ed pounded two
or three inches of thick, solid Bronco meat into Brees's butt. Then again.
And again. The spitfire timing and accurate placement did their job. The
double-cock hammered at Drew's prostate.

"MMMHHHHMGPPPHHH!" was all the
four tops heard while their beautiful bottom boy entered nirvana. Drew's
angry prick throbbed in Brian's hand and convulsed as the first spray of
jism shot out. The hot jock seed coated Brees' hard chest and six-pack abs,
running down in streams down his tight obliques. It kept shooting out,
spraying Griese and Beuerlein and Romanowski with jets of thick ropy juice.
Steve reached down and scooped up as much of the manmuck as he could,
lapping the pearly nectar straight from his hand. Damn, if the San Diego
Charger's discharge wasn't the tastiest fuckjuice he'd sampled in a long
time! Greedily, he bent down to lap at the sheen of semen covering Drew's
meaty chest and got pelted by several geyser shots of jism in the
process.

The quick fuck pace was too much for Brian, who threw his head
back onto Ed's meaty shoulder and let loose his own second wad into Drew's
well-fucked guts. He knew his already oversized cock was expanding to
greater girth and length as his Bronco balls pumped out a thick, juicy load,
as sizeable as his one earlier. It all felt too good: the tightness of
Drew's anal walls spasming and snapping tight against the men's massive
cocks, the hardness of Ed's wide-receiver dick next to his own brick-hard
shaft, the knotted muscle of Drew's legs pressing tight against his chest,
the harness of McCaffrey's body pressed into his back, the vacuum inside the
young QB's butt that seemed to be drawing out every single sperm from
Brian's stallion gonads. Brees sure had one hell of a jock ass on
him!

"Yeah, Brian," Ed mumbled in heat of his fuck thrusts, "let's hose
this kid down... Hot bottom jock...Showing this Brees butt a rough Bronco
busting fuck... Ungh, ungh!"

It wasn't ten seconds later when McCaffrey was
firing his grade-A NFL manmilk deep into Drew's upturned bottom and
slickening Griese's now discharged dipstick.

"Yeah, Eddie, buddy! Sperm
that ass! Our friend is getting one hell of a ride, huh?"

Ed was too
wrapped up in orgasmic pleasure to answer. But he knew it sure as shit was
the ride of a lifetime for HIM. Brees was one hot fuck, one Ed would do his
best not to let get away. He wanted more of this ass, a LOT more. Besides,
he knew it was only a matter of time before this star jock would decide to
turn top, like Brian did a year ago.

It took a while for the men to
recover from the heated double-fuck. When Brian and Ed extracted their
semi-hard cockmeat from Drew's abused ass, the younger jock looked at the
massive pole the two dicks meshed together made and made a low whistle,
"Shit! I took THAT up my ass?"

Brian gave a wry smile, "What's a matter,
Brees, didn't enjoy the double Bronco special?"

Brees wiped the sweat from
his forehead and laughed, "Nah, man, it's not that. It was fucking
fantastic. It's just... shit! Those dicks are fucking huge!"

The men all
had a laugh. Steve and Bill, meantime didn't waste a moment. They wanted a
taste. Hungrily, the dived down onto Brian and Ed's staffs. They lapped at
the mixture of jock ass and combined Bronco cum covering both men. "Mmmnh,"
muttered Beuerlein, "Now to go straight to the source!" He backed off Ed's
hung piece of horsemeat and began licking away at Drew's asscrack.
Romanowski was only a few seconds behind him.

McCaffrey and Griese found a
chair in Peyton's bedroom and sat back to enjoy the show. Round three was
just beginning.

************

Brady and Huard made their way through
Peyton's house. They had long ago shed their clothing, letting their hard
Patriots dicks show proudly. Neither man would win a prize for cock size,
especially among this crowd, but they had respectable pieces of pro-athlete
manhood that had the advantage of being everhard and ready to fuck. Having
newly arrived to the QB Club fuck fest, they wanted to sample all the action
in each of the rooms before settling in with one or two gridiron hunks for
the afternoon.

The first room they came across blew their mind. All they
saw at first was the fine backside of Jack Plummer, his ass flexing as he
thrust away at someone in front of him. As they boys entered the room, they
saw lying on a desk the supine body of baseball homophobe, former Atlanta
Brave John Rocker, his arms stretched behind him and his wrists handcuffed
to the chair. His thighs were spread wide as he tried to wrap his legs
around Plummer's hot butt, while the football top-man mercilessly reamed his
ass.

"You worthless piece of shit!" Jake spat into the washed-up
baseballer's face. He thrusted his cock deep into the guy's butt. "Go around
talking shit, you're just as much a slut as the rest of them. Can't get
enough of my football-stud manmeat, can ya Rocker?"

"Ah, no sir. Fuck me,
sir!" the sweaty athlete called out. His dick was hard, achingly hard from
Plummer's powerfuck.

"I bet you want me to cream your ass, shoot your hole
so full of sperm you'll be leaking for days..."

"Aw, yeah, man, that's it,
cum in my ass, sir, fuckin' hell!" As if to encourage Jake to shoot his wad,
John spread his legs wider, hiking his ass up to meet Plummer's hard
pummeling.

"Yeah, you'd like," Jake snarled, "But too bad. I'm gonna give
this load to a more deserving jock, you fuckwad." With that Jake pulled out.
Both Brady and Huard gasped in amazement when they saw the size of the tool
that had been plugged up Rocker's rear-end. It was slender, but real long, a
formidable schlong that now rose wet, hard and proud in front of Jake's
terrific muscle bod. He turned to Tom and Damon. "You boys can do to this
piece of shit what you want. I'm going to find a nice, hot quarterback
fuck." He left the room, leaving John screaming for him.

"Come on, Jake,
finish me off. You can't leave me like this... Hey guys. Brady, Huard. Why
don't you boys take a ride. Fucking hot ass. Ready for your hard dicks. God,
I gotta get fucked! Come on, guys! Please!"

Tom and Damon looked at Rocker
splayed across the desk. That ass WAS definitely hot, a beautiful pucker
surrounded by blonde hair that trailed up between Rocker's beefy legs to
spread out over the guy's crotch and above a superhard dick that was leaking
everywhere. But this fucker still had a lesson coming to him, so the
Patriots QBs just looked at each other and shrugged, turning around to leave
the room. Damon secretly considered chasing Jake down and offering his own
QB ass to ream.

"Shit, guys, don't leave me. OH fuck, I need it!" The boys
heard Rocker's cries all the way down the hall.

********

The next room was
the living room, where an annual pre-season ritual took place. On the couch
sat three veteran quarterbacks, John Elway, Boomer Esaison, and Dan Marino,
legs spread and megacocks rising high between their thighs. In between their
legs crouched three college football stars, giving their all in sucking the
manmeat of their favorite idols. Brady and Huard looked around and noticed
the room was filled with the hottest, most talented guys in the NCAA, most
of them golden-armed quarterbacks.

Right when they walked in, Tennessee
player Casey Clausen was getting a nice juicy load from Marino, who held on
tightly to the young athlete's head while he pumped it out for him. Clausen
sucked every drop he could from the hunk's sperm spigot, then backed off and
proceeded to lick the shaft up and down. Amazingly, it hadn't lost a bit of
its hardness.

The kid was so eager, Dan had to grab his face and pull him
back. "Easy there, soldier. Let's give the others a go." Clausen laughed at
his own overzealous horniness and stood up, giving the other men in the room
a view of Marino's gigantic boner.

"All right, guys, who's next?" Dan
called out. Nervously, but with a nice hardon, Boston College star Brian St.
Pierre stepped up and immediately got into place. All last year, he'd been
working on his technique, practicing deepthroating on his coach, some of his
teammates, and even a few of the hotter guys on campus. If the studs didn't
know how lucky they were to have the star quarterback fellating them, they
knew the moment those fine cocksucking lips hit their meat. Brian had become
a bit of a pro.

Dan was clearly enjoying the suckjob. He reclined back in
the couch letting his arms spread around the veteran hunks on each side of
him. Boomer was getting serviced by blonde Michigan senior John Navarre,
whose kid-next-door looks got Esaison's joint leaking even before the
college hunk's moist mouth was on it.

Elway, meanwhile, was getting sucked
by Virginia star Matt Schaub, a 6'5" 235# stud who knew his way around a
dick. Especially a piece as large and formidable as Elway's. Shit, ever
since he began playing ball, Schaub admired Elway. Every day after school,
he'd watched the games he'd videotaped, rewinding and re-watching every play
Elway made, trying to learn his throwing technique by observation. After a
couple hours, he would shuck down his shorts and grab his hard dick,
whacking off a good load watching the stud throw the football. Now, here he
was, invited to Peyton Manning's QB Club party and having his mouthful of
Elway cock. The very thought sent the kid into orgasm, and without any
hands, his cock erupted all over the carpet.

Boomer leaned over and spoke
to Elway. "Hey John, hot kid you got sucking your meat."

"Yeah, Boomer,
this one's a natural. Fuckin' grade-A cocksucking stud!"

"This one's not
bad either," Esaison said, nodding down to Navarre who held all
ten-and-a-half inches of Boomer cock deep in his gullet. "After we're done,
wanna switch?" Boomer asked with a devilish grin.

"Yah, sounds hot.
Wouldn't mind test-driving that Wolverine mouth." Ever since Elway had made
it with teammate Brian Griese, he had a soft spot for Michigan men.


Watching this scene was a big turn on for Tom and Damon, who didn't know
who to admire more, the veteran NFL-ers or the college studs on their knees.
Still, there wasn't really a place for them in the action so they decided to
move on.

***********

While the Patriots twosome walked down the hallway,
ahead of them a door opened and Tim Couch walked out, a big shit-eating grin
on his face as he started to walk toward them.

"Hey Couch, what's up?"
Brady asked. Tim's jock muscles were covered in a sheen of beaded sweat and
his hair was wet and tousled from exertion. Tom could tell a freshly-fucked
face when he saw one.

"Don't tell anyone, guys, but Sehorn just worked me
over in there." Couch stood, hands on his hips and his muscles pumped from a
hot round of sex. His hard cock still dribbled football-stud cum down its
length.

"Hot session, huh?" Damon asked.

"Fucking incredible," Tim beamed.
"The guy has a big, long dick. Real nice. Knows how to use it, too."

Brady
had never seen a look of such happiness and utter satisfaction on Couch's
face before. He knew he had to check out what Sehorn had to offer.

"Excuse
me, gentlemen. I'm horny as a motherfucker right now. It's my turn to have a
go." With that Brady walked over to the door of the small room and went
right inside.

"I'm after you, bud!" Damon called out after him.

"You'll be
waiting a while," chuckled Tim, placing his quarterback paw on Huard's
shoulder. "Besides, I think you could have some fun with this baby here." He
reached down with his other hand and gripped his hard meat, jerking up and
down and milking even more goo out of the tip. "Whadda ya say,
Huard?"

Damon looked down and gulped in hunger. "Sounds hot, Couch, only...
I just gotta..."

"What, stud?"

"Man, I'm dying to taste that juice you're
leaking. Ummm! Fuck!" He was already bent over and stuffing his mouth full
of the Cleveland Browns star's dick.


*******

Peyton Manning was
thoroughly fucked, good and raw. His ass dripped with hot Rams cum as he
walked down the hall. Jesus, he could feel the stickiness trickling down his
meaty QB legs. Warner had really hosed him good. He'd been up all night and
really needed a few hours sleep. True, he was feeling oversexed right now,
like he always did at these parties. His dick was hard as a railspike. A
couple hours shut-eye and he'd be good to go again, ready to pound some
tight NFL butt.

The sight that greeted him when he opened the door of his
bedroom made his Colts cock jump in horniness. On his bed Ed McCaffrey was
fucking away at a prostrate Beuerlein while the big lug frame of Bill
Romanowski had his linebacker paw wedged into Drew Brees's QB cunt, finger
the whole with three even four of his digits at once. In between them was
Brian Griese sucking on Drew's quarter-sized nipple, then alternating by
sucking on the kid's dick.

"Peyt!" Brees called out, his voice cracking as
he felt more of Romo's hand poke his rectum. The whole thing was almost
stuffed in there now. "Where ya been?"

"Sorry, Drew, I've been tied up in
the basement." Manning laughed at his own private pun.

"Fuck, Peyt, I
missed ya. Get your ass over here. I want you to meet some friends of
mine."

Peyton surveyed the mountain of beefy jockflesh piled on top of his
bed. His especially watered at the sight of Romanowski's meaty linebacker
cock and the hot fucking sight of Brees, the cutest stud he'd ever hooked up
with. Sleep could wait.

"Hell yeah!" he replied. What a fucking party!