Date: Sun, 6 Mar 2016 16:11:07 +0000
From: Bill Drake <billdrake@hotmail.com>
Subject: QB Club Bottom Party pt 1

QB CLUB BOTTOM PARTY
Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com)


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QB Club Bottom Party
Bill Drake

In which the boys of the NFL let off some steam after the season.


pt. 1


THE PREGAME

Cam Newton huffed in deeper and deeper breaths. He was trying to hold off,
but this cocksucker was good, really good. Ryan. Or Rick. Or Rob. Fuck it,
he couldn't remember the name of the University of Colorado senior sucking
on his hog, but he'd sure remember that mouth from now on. Maybe the kid's
just eager, Newton, thought. Getting off on a real honest-to-god nine-inch
stick of NFL cock. Cramming it down his gullet as he pressed his full moist
lips slid halfway down Cam's rod before bouncing up to retreat to the tip,
then plunging back down again. If I don't stop him he's gonna choke on my
bad boy, the quarterback laughed to himself. Already the young stud was
fighting back the gag reflex, but that wasn't slowing him down.

Then Ryan/Rick/Rob did some trick. Changed the angle, opened up, and all of
a sudden Cam Newton was sinking all the way to his balls inside this
fraternity stud's throat. The heat, the suction, the tongue quiver, was all
gonna set the QB off big time. His nuts started to contract, ready to fire
their ammunition.

With all his strength, Cam grabbed the man's shoulders and pushed him
back. College stud fell back on his butt, and Netwon's prize-worthy prick
plopped free, now fully engorged and soaked in a sheen of mucusy
saliva. The head pulsed double time with each heart beat of the nearly
orgasmic quarterback.

"Holy fuck!" Newton exclaimed. "You're good, kid." He reached down to pinch
his dick just beneath the head, to stave off ejaculation. He was THIS
fucking close.

The frat guy was busy catching his breath and wiping the spit off his
mouth, but the Panthers star's compliment brought a look of proud
accomplishment to his face. "Yeah? You like it? I was pretty sure you were
about to come. I was hoping..." He stopped himself, somehow unable to admit
out loud he wanted to swallow another guy's jizz.

"Damn straight. You're better than Jared Allen, even. Another half second
and you would have been swallowing my offspring."

That brought a big smile to frat guy's face. "Well, why don't you? I mean,
if you wanna..."

"Fuck yeah, I wanna," Newton growled. "But I got manners. I thought your
brother might want to have a go."

Sure enough, three feet away, the frat guy's younger brother, a sophomore
also wearing a CU ball cap, a TKE T-shirt and nothing else, knelt with a
steel erection dripping madly onto the carpet. He'd looked up to his older
bro for so long, and though he felt hesitant about coming to this party, he
was now excited beyond belief. Cam Fucking Newton! Dude was hung, too, the
sophomore thought with a gulp. He wasn't sure how he'd be able to swallow
all that cock, but somehow he'd try.

When he saw his brother scramble out of place between the QB's spread legs,
he knew that was his cue. He got into place, nervously, and with a gentle
grip, guided that slick, nearly spasming cock to his mouth.

Nah, Newton thought, Baby Bro is nowhere as good as Ryan/Rick/Rob. But
that's OK. It's hot to watch him try. Try to fit the girth in his
mouth. Try to bob his head up and down, while keeping his jaw open enough
to get the teeth out of the way. Try to get more of the dick into his
throat, past the gag reflex. It was like watching bad straight porn.

And at this point, after a half hour of the foreplay, Cam was not going to
last long. Pretty soon he felt it again. The ejaculation bubbling up. He
pushed the younger brother off.

"I want you two to kiss."

Younger Bro had a deer in the headlights look on his face, but after a
second Newton recognized it. He was scared cause he'd wanted it. Had
fantasized about making out with his older bro.

This was one hell of a start to the party.


THE KICKOFF

"This place sure is remote," thought Packers wide receiver Jordy Nelson as
the 4-wheel drive vehicle climbed the steep mountainside road. The scenery
was gorgeous, but that wasn't the main thing on his mind. Down between his
spread legs a hard spike of jock dick pushed out the fabric of Jordy's
favorite pair of jeans. In an automatic reflex, he reached down and grabbed
the cocklump and started to massage it before he realized what he was
doing. Instantly he let go and exhaled a sigh. It had been nearly two weeks
since he'd shot a load and he was starting to really feel it now.

More than the sex, too, he needed the guy-on-guy contact this getaway
promised. Real male bonding. Now facing a season sidelined by injury, he
wanted something to get his mind off football.

"Don't feel self-conscious on my account." The driver spoke. He didn't seem
like a professional chauffeur and was dressed casually in jeans and
sweatshirt. Still, he was matter of fact as if he was getting paid to drive
athletes to the weekend compound. "Let's just say you're not the first
horny guy I've driven up to this place this weekend."

Jordy examined the man's face to gauge his expression. The driver had
barely said three words the whole drive from the airport. He was a little
older, probably late 30s or early 40s. Dark complected, thinning hair, good
sturdy build but basically a regular looking guy. Reminded him a bit of an
assistant coach he knew back at Kansas State. Or one of the hookups he'd
had on his last trip to Chicago. Jordy noticed the dull shine of the man's
gold wedding band and felt a tingle of horniness pulse inside him. And
straight to his empty ass chute. One of these days he'd have to examine why
married men turned him on so much. For now he just enjoyed the ride his
daydream fantasies took him on.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. Jason Witten jacked off practically the whole trip up."

Jordy laughed. "You're shitting me."

The man chuckled but shook his head as if to say he was serious. "I kid you
not. The poor guy had apparently not so much as whacked off in weeks." The
man spoke as if such a self-denial was unimaginable. He looked over at Ryan
and immediately recognized what the pro player's facial expression
meant. "Wow. You, too, Mr. Nelson?"

Jordy nodded. "Thirteen days, five hours and forty some odd minutes since
my last nut."

The driver shrugged and replied, "Well, I guess you guys are gonna be
letting some steam off this weekend, then." Looking down at the GPS he
added. "You know, we're probably leaving cell phone range soon, if you
wanna check one last time."

Nelson nodded and pulled out his smartphone. He pulled up the video he'd
already watched... more times than he count over the past week. Aaron
Rodgers' face appeared on the tiny phone screen. His teammate, his best
bud, his Top.

"Hiya stud. The QB Club picked me to send you a personal invitation to a
special Bottom Appreciation event. Three days up at a mountain resort, no
phones, no work, just a select group of horny men from the league having a
good time. Your plane ticket's been booked. We'll have a driver waiting for
you. Oh, and you might as well pack light. Cause if I have my way I'm gonna
have you stomach down, buck ass naked on the bed with your creamy white
buns smiling at me the whole fucking weekend. And don't you dare get off
til then. I want that Jordy hole good and hungry when I plow in." Aaron
laughed and pulled the camera down to his crotch, where he hooked his
thumbs in the band of his sweatpants and unsheathed his trademark thick and
steelhard boner.  "See, I'm gonna hold off too. I'm already leaking,
buddy. Just think of what it's gonna be like when we connect. Fucking
fireworks, I tell ya. Till then, stay cool, stud. See ya." With that the
video ends.

Nelson closed his eyes and bit his lip to keep his sexual urges in
check. How much longer of a drive left? The sensation of every turn and
bump and the road just made his dick hurt and his hole ache more. He opened
his eyes and saw the man in the front seat checking back on him. The
quarterback felt a little embarrassed watching such a personal video in
front of the driver. "Sorry if this stuff bothers you man."

"Not at all, Mr. Nelson."

"How'd you get stuck with the job?"

"I work for the league. Publicist," the man answered quickly, as if he'd
been asked the question before. "And, no, it's not part of my official
description. The fellas in the office drew straws."

"You lost, eh?"

The man's matter-of-fact expression curled into a grin. "I won."

Jordy shuffled in his seat as it sunk in that this man was into other
men. If it weren't for his pledge to Aaron, he would definitely tangle with
this man in the sack. Not a model or a pro athlete, but good looking in an
average, regular guy kind of way. Built and tall, light brown hair kept in
a medium-short corporate-business style cut. Reminded Nelson of the guys in
the VIP box he'd often chat up after the game. "You like us jocks, huh?"

"What's not to like? Tall, perfect specimens of manhood and I swear all of
you are swimming in hormones up to your eyeballs."

"Anyone in particular you think about?"

"Aaron Murray," the man answered in a heartbeat. "I'm a Georgia alum."

Jordy smiled at the man's eagerness. "Yeah? What would you do if you had a
chance with him?"

"Drill those buns silly, man. Fuck, I wouldn't even last six strokes in
that ass before filling it full with my juice." Then, looking over at the
player, he added, a little sheepishly, "Don't tell anyone I've been talking
about this. I'm not supposed to even be chatting with you guys."

"Don't worry, guy. If you can not tell any of the fellas in your office
about Aaron and me, well, then I'd appreciate it."

"I wouldn't. Besides, before this weekend I had to sign a ream of
confidentiality agreements longer than a UN treaty. Fuck, I think what you
and Aaron got going on is fucking hot."

"Yeah, man?"

"Sure thing, Mr. Nelson. I got a fuck buddy arrangement back home. College
kid. Football player, too, though he's not heading for the big league. We
hook up any time I can get away from the wife and kids." The man spread his
legs, clearly starting to bone up thinking about it. "I probably shouldn't
be so conceited but that young buck worships me. Every time I plow into
him, his eyes roll into the back of his head and he gets the biggest
fucking smile.... Oh.  Sorry if I'm rambling on, Mr. Nelson."

"Nah. Doesn't bother me. I been there, believe me."

"Thirteen days and five hours ago?"

"And 44 minutes. But yeah, you got it."

"If you don't mind my saying so, Mr. Nelson, Aaron Rodgers is a lucky man."
The driver's eyes were now staring at him, and Jordy wished he wouldn't
flirt like that. It was melting any resolve he had to follow the
instructions he'd been given. His prick jerked inside the packed crotch of
his jeans.

The two were pulling up to the cabin now, a two-story wood and stone
structure. Jordy had somehow expected more, a bigger place, but maybe there
were other cabins elsewhere in the densely wooded area.

The driver took Jordy's small duffel bag and led him into the place. "This
is the main room, with the fireplace. To the right's the dining room, and
behind that the kitchen. Upstairs are the bedrooms. Yours is the one on the
right. Anything else you need before I head off?"

Jordy looked around, a little puzzled. "Where's Aaron? Where are the guys?"
The room was empty and the house silent.

"Coming later, Mr. Nelson. They told me to tell you to wait."

"Where would I go?"

"That the thing. As you can see, we're pretty remote. I gotta head back
down to pick up the next arrival, and there are no other cars here. We're
shuttling everyone up. But you should have more than everything you need
here. Just hang tight til everyone arrives."

Jordy wasn't too happy about being left alone, but he nodded
along. Finally, as the driver turned to leave, he spoke up. "Say, um...."

The driver turned around. "Yes, Mr. Nelson?"

"Look, I'm really really horny right now, and I was, you know, kind of
expecting Aaron or someone to be here when I got here, and well.... I was
wondering..." He paused then reached down and unbuttoned his jeans. Peeling
them down, his erect cock popped out, fiercely erect and swollen nearly
red. The driver gasped but nearly lost his breath when the wide receiver
turned around, revealing a magnificent, taut pair of asscheeks, perfectly
curved and solid like carved alabaster. Either the football star shaved his
buns or was naturally hairless there.

Nelson leaned forward and put his forearm on the stairs to balance him in
position. Looking over his shoulder he said, "Fuck me. I need it man."

The man looked into Nelson's crack and decided that at least that part was
shaved. Freshly shaved. He hadn't felt hornier in ages. He groaned a little
but shook his head. "I can't Mr. Nelson. God, I'd love to, but I can't." He
stared lewdly and openly at the perfect ass bared for him.

"Cmon. No one will know. You'll just be getting me ready for the guys when
they arrive." Jordy was almost panting now. He hadn't counted on needing to
wait a moment more. As best he could he spread his legs to expose his cleft
and hiked his butt up further. The tight jock pucker twitched in spasms.

The man loosened the button on his shirt and rubbed inside, along his
neck. "They'll know. They made me sign papers for this too. Or else I'd be
on you so fucking hard and heavy right now." Then, taking a step back
toward the door. "Christ, I gotta go before I get myself in trouble. I'm
sorry, sir."

Jordy stood up just in time to hear the driver bolt from the cabin and get
into the SUV. Shaking his head, he pulled his jeans back up, but not before
reaching back into his smoothly shaved crack and feeling the dry, warm skin
and the sensitive assring. He gave his tender hole a quick massage and poke
then reluctantly put his pants back on. He had debated whether to lube up
after cleaning himself this morning, but decided he wanted to try Aaron's
natural fuck lube on for size. He picked up his bag and climbed the steps
in a few bounds. As instructed, he picked the door on the right.

The first thing he saw was the bed, with a muscular man on it, face down
with his hairy beefy rump raised slightly up for view. When the door
opened, the man's legs spread revealing a beautiful furry crevice with a
hole that winked lewdly, ready to be taken. Jordy dropped his bag in
surprise.

"Sean! What are you doing here?"

Sean Lee scrambled and flipped his large 238 pound body over. His 6-incher
of a prick was swollen red and soaking wet with precum, just like Nelson's.

"Jordy, buddy! I was expecting someone else."



DANNY LEARNS A NEW WORD

In another cabin, Jay Cutler padded into the kitchen, wearing just a
too-small robe he'd found for him and barely covered the player's
fuckhard. At least this place was well-stocked with beer, he thought. He
pulled two longnecks out of the fridge and returned to the living room
where Patriots wide received Danny Amendola reclined nude on the couch, his
attention riveted to the plasma TV playing a homemade fuck film, recorded
at a previous QB Club party. Casually he jerked his cock as he watched Drew
Brees get tag-team screwed on screen.

"How's he do it?" he asked Jay as the Bears QB shoved a beer in his
outstretched free hand. "He's like the Energizer Bunny."

Jay smiled, endeared by the younger player's enthusiasm, which reminded the
32 year old of his first QB Club, a few years earlier. "Yeah, Drew's a
regular power bottom."

"Power bottom, huh?" Danny repeated, liking the way that sounded. Then,
matter of factly, as he watched Drew's hole swallow Peyton Manning's
mammoth cock: "I hope I get fucked this weekend."

Cutler just about spit out his beer. He plopped down in a recliner and
loosened the robe belt to allow his erect prick to stand rigid and exposed
from his fur-dusted crotch. "You and me both, buddy. What do you think
we're here for?"

Danny blushed and turned from the pro-jock porn to eye Jay, looking
approvingly at the seven-and-some-inch quarterback cock that was ramrod
hard. "I guess I figured you quarterback guys were all tops. In the game
tapes, you're always.... well, you always give off this take-charge vibe."

Cutler nodded, a little proud. "Yeah, well, on the field is one
thing. But... off the field I like another guy tapping my ass and calling
the plays."

Danny smiled. "Cool." He shuffled on the couch and had now stopped his
masturbation, letting his torpedo-shaped erection shake and drip in
excitement.

"Besides," Jay continued. "I've been told my buns are too good an asset to
go to waste."

"Yeah?"

Cutler put down his beer and got down on the rug. Hiking up his robe he let
Amendola see his perfect, full rump. Danny whistled. If anything it looked
better bared than covered in the white stretch fabric of a Bears uniform.

"Whaddya think?" Cutler teased.

"God, I don't stand a chance with you around this weekend."

Jay patted the rug. "Cmon, get down here. Let's compare. No, face the other
way. Yeah, that it." As Amendola stretched his 5'11" frame on the rug, the
quarterback's hand traveled up his hamstring and caressed the fuzz-covered
rump.  "Man, your tops must love this ass. Fucking perfect, buddy."

"Actually," Danny admitted as his own hands made contact with Jay's bare
butt. It felt thrilling and erotic to be intimate with a buddy this
way. "I've never been fucked. At least not yet. I was hoping that this
weekend would change that."

Jay looked up from Danny's ass. "You're kidding!"

"Fraid not. Been too scared, I guess. Spagnuolo sent me a video invitation
to come this weekend. We still keep in touch. Told me I'd be broken in good
and proper."

"Always listen to Coach is my motto," Jay mused as he leaned over and
started giving kisses to Danny's cheeks.

"Except for McDaniels," the wide receiver quipped.

"Well, that guy's an asshole," Cutler swore, then both players started
laughing.

They lay there, caressing and stimulating each other's backside. Finally,
Amendola spoke up. "When do you think the other guys are arriving?"

"Don't know, buddy. But this feels good. Getting to know a bottom bud like
this."

"Sure does," Danny replied before planting his face in the middle of Jay's
deep crack and lapping away at the hot quarterback hole.

"Aw fuck," Cutler cooed.



IN CIRCLES

Eli Manning was not happy to see Redskins QB Kirk Cousins, at least not at
the moment. He'd been following the wooden trail for fifteen minutes and
Cousins has taken one in the opposite direction.

"Hiya again, E," Kirk greeted cheerfully, with a little frustration setting
in, too.

"Dang!" Eli swore, "Twenty trails and they all seem to lead back to the
same place."

"There's gotta be another cabin, right? I know for certain that Gronk came
here a day before me."

"Yeah, something funny's going on." Eli looked around, trying to figure out
if he could make heads or tails of which trails they'd tried
already. "Well, we're not gonna figure it out. I guess we gotta wait til
that driver comes back with instructions." He patted Kirk on the back and
put his arm on the breakout star's shoulder as the two turned and walked
back to the cabin.

"I guess you're stuck with me in the meantime," the younger player joked a
little nervously. He felt like a kid brother tagging along the Super Bowl
winner.

Eli realized he's been a jerk all morning. "Aw, Kirk, it's not that. It's
just... I hear you're as big a bottom as they come. If the rumors are
wrong, forgive me."

Cousins hadn't expected this to be the conversation he'd be having with Eli
Manning. "Nah, they're not wrong. I guess I never even think of the other
way around. But why is that an issue... unless..."

Eli grinned and gently tapped Kirk's forehead. "Not the swiftest boat are
we?" he teased. "Yeah, we're pretty much alike. And, man, after a rough
season I was really looking forward to coming here and getting my brains
fucked out. You know?"

Cousins felt a little sad. He'd been looking forward to his first QB Club
and getting lots of pro dick stuffed up his hole, and ever since his
invitation he'd saved up his load. He'd really hoped Eli would put a move
on him. But in comparison his predicament paled in comparison to his cabin
mate's. "Sorry, man. Look, if it'll help, I'll try." Kirk felt nervous for
even saying this. "I'll fuck you."

Eli examined the younger QB's face, and was about to say yes, then shook
his head no. "That's all right, man. A leopard can't change his spots and a
bottom's gonna bottom. That's all there is to it. But don't worry, we'll
find some way to pass the time," he grinned.

"Yeah?"

Eli leaned forward and put his lips on Kirk's. The younger player's body
shivered in lust as Manning's tongue traced his lips then battled Kirk's
own tongue.

"How's that for a start?"

"Pretty fantastic," Kirk breathed as the two NFLers entered the cabin once
more, ready to remove some of their clothing.

When they got inside, they saw Kirk's teammate, Ryan Kerrigan coming out of
the shower, a towel wrapped around his waist and his burly 6'4" frame
matted down with wet fur. "Wow, that's some set up they got in that
shower. I'm clean as a whistle inside and out," he bellowed. "When's the
party starting?"


THE WAIT

Jason Witten had his hand down the front of his sweat pants, where it had
been for the last half hour. From his book, burly Tampa Bay punter Jacob
Schum would occasionally look up and see more and more of Witten's arm
disappear beneath the elastic band and the huge, 6'6" 263-pound tight end
spread his long legs wider.

"Dude. Are fingering yourself?"

The lunk looked up sheepishly, a little embarrassed to be caught. "Maybe."

Jake tossed down his book in frustration. No way was he going to be able to
read. He stretched his own muscled frame, shorter but with a nice amount of
thick, perfectly toned beef on his rack, "I thought you said you were going
ta wait," he sighed.

Jason withdrew his paw and pounded both his fists against the couch in
frustration. "I know, I know, I know!" he cried, trying to deal with his
hormones and his emotions. "Fuck! When are they gonna get here?"  He looked
at his cabin buddy. "And how are you staying so relaxed?"

Schum shrugged. "Don't know that I am. But I got fucked this morning. Took
a lot of the edge off."

Witten scowled in disapproval. "I thought the invitation said no sex for
two weeks?"

"Yeah, it did," Jake smiled, leaning forward and dropping his voice a
little as if someone was listening in. Unbeknownst to the the two, someone
was. "But a cop pulled me over on the way to the airport. Those Florida
Highway Patrol uniforms gonna make put out every time." Now his hand was
reaching down into his sweats, digging deeper toward his hole. "You know, I
was doing pretty good resisting til that cop told me he didn't have a
rubber."

"You're sick man!" Jason laughed. Now he peeled down his sweats and pulled
up his legs so he could diddle his hole more directly. Jake's eyes watched
in rapt attention, as Jason's big paw found its way back to the hairy
trench and those thick fingers started circling around the pink pucker
beneath.

"All right, what's the kinkiest you've been? Don't tell me Big Bad Witten's
a vanilla pussy."

A mischievous look cross Jason's face. "My wife's dad," he said flatly,
with a twinkle in his eye. "The guy fucks me so full of his juice I swear
he's trying to knock me up with his own grandkid." The 260-pound lunk
moaned as all of a sudden two of his long fingers sank into his jock
hole. He lifted his legs up to give himself a better angle. "Oh fuck, that
feels good... Come on, man, tell me more about that cop."

Schum held up two hands, indicating a larger than life endowment.

"Fuck!" Jason cried. "You're pulling my leg."

"Nope. Honest to God," Jake boasted, his pearly white smile beaming. "The
best part though was his tongue. He must have risen through the ranks as an
asskisser cause that tongue was insane. Never had a better rim in my life,
buddy."

"Bigger than mine?" Witten stuck out his tongue, which hung far and
demonstrated a remarkable thickness.

Schum's eyes about popped out. "Jesus, guy, you been holding out me!"

Jason laughed. "I take it I'm bigger than your cop friend?"

"He might have been a little longer, but damn your tongue's gotta be twice
as wide."

Jason got an impish grin on his face. "Want to feel how wide, buddy?"

The Bucs punter smiled and kicked off his sweats. He pulled his hairy
muscular legs to his power chest and leaned back. His asscleft was now
parted and bared for his buddy, the tight pink hole winking amid a trail of
dark fur. "Have at it, big guy."

Witten scrambled and got into position. "Jeez, so fucking hairy, bud.
Nice..." Forgetting the foreplay he plowed that mega-thick tongue right
into Schum's furry punter hole.

"Hell, man!" the punter exclaimed, "it feels like like a dick head's poking
my hole. Oh yeah, that's sick man, I love it." His eight incher bobbed up
and down excitedly, as if Schum hadn't gotten off with a state trooper fuck
less than 12 hours ago.

Jason wasn't sure he'd be able to find any remnants of cop cum in the
spongy-tight hairy hole, but if any was there he sure as hell was gonna do
his best to find it.


(to be cont.)