Date: Mon, 11 Jul 2016 12:04:25 +0000
From: Bill Drake <billdrake@hotmail.com>
Subject: QB Club Bottom Party pt 3

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


FOR ADULT READERS ONLY.



This is the final chapter in the story and lets the athletes explore their
kinky side. Obviously this story is pure fiction. Although it depicts real
people, it is just a made-up fantasy and bears no relation to real life.



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This one's dedicated to all the awesome power bottoms out there.


QB Club Bottom Party Bill Drake

More action from the NFL boys and their guests, after the end of last
season.


pt. 3


MASTERCLASS

Joe Flacco steadied himself the best he could, but JJ Watt was one hell of
a ride. The 6'5" mountain of muscle was undulating his body spasmically,
and bucking back and forth. In fact the more Joe tried to spear that
wide-open hole with his man missile, the more Watt writhed, almost throwing
Joe off balance. It was like a honest to God bucking bronco ride at a
cowboy bar. If Joe's 9-inch long spear hadn't been buried in JJ's amazing
hole, he would have been thrown off by now.

"Fuck me Flacco. Fuck my lights out, you stud," JJ breathed, horny beyond
belief. The supplements his coaches had him on was spiking his libido
beyond belief. It seemed like he never got enough these days.

"Hold still fucker," Flacco said through gritted teeth and held on tight to
JJ's tight waist, now using every bit of his ass strength to pile drive his
tool deep and hard, in and out, while JJ emitted deep throaty grunts of
satisfaction.

"Oh God yeah, stud," the beefy blond cried. "That's the spot. Punch my
ticket, buddy."

"Fucking power bottom slut," Joe hissed, his own pleasure starting to build
up now that he has a steady in-and-out cock thrust going on.

"Damn straight. I'm a better fuck than Harbaugh," he teased, "Admit it."

"Ha," Flacco laughed. "John's not here, so you'll do."

"Cocky top," JJ moaned and started his bucking motion again, only to be
stopped by a hard slap off his meaty ass cheek by Flacco's large hand.

"Hold still, you fuck," Flacco growled impatiently. "I'm almost there."

JJ bit his lip and held steady as his ass got assaulted by Joe's big
tool. Like drilling for oil, he thought, and just when he thought this fuck
was nearly perfect, Joe reached around and shoved three fingers into his
mouth. "Here's something for ya to suck on while I take charge."

Watt moaned and sucked the fingers in hungrily, sucking and slobbering on
the invading digits as his big body gave it up in an intense orgasm,
shooting his sperm all over the carpet. The sensation made his body start
its impatient power bottom routine again, writhing against Flacco's
pounding bone, which made the top cum in short order.

"Damn, JJ!" He yelled getting off inside the defensive end's guts. His
ejaculation lasted at least half a minute as his fuck thrusts became more
gentle, more about depositing his seed and riding out the waves of sexual
pleasure. Finally, he withdrew and gave a playful pat to the bigger
athlete's ass, a soft echo of the harder slap he'd given Watt just a minute
earlier. "Don't tell Harbaugh I said this, but yeah you are a better fuck."

The Texans player felt an emptiness as that large cock slid back and
plopped out and the fresh seed moistened his manly entrance. Fortunately
most of the semen was buried deep inside his bowels, he thought. Just as
Joe climbed off, JJ felt another dick poke at his man hole. Big and round
with a real fat but tapered head. Russell Wilson.

"Hold steady, JJ," the Seahawks star said in a smooth deep voice. "I don't
want any of that hungry bottom bullshit you pulled with Flacco." And with
that, JJ got stuffed again.

Just a few feet away, Todd Herremens, Dennis Pitta and and Travis Kelce
were doing their best to copy Watt's balls-to-the-wall sexual
abandon. Pitta started undulating his hips, making Kaepernick's long spike
hit his prostate at different angles. Which in turn made Pitta's insides
contract spasmically against Colin's cock.

"Damn, Stanton, is Herremens doing a number on your dick? Pitta here's
about to squeeze me off big time."

Drew looked over at his buddy while his own dick felt the abuse of Todd's
O-line bulk crashing down on his lap repeatedly while fucking himself silly
on Cardinals cock. "Wouldn't take much, Mr. Hair Trigger."

"Fuck you Stant," Colin shot back but sure enough his orgasm swept over him
and he flooded Dennis's insides.

Meanwhile, Zach Ertz's JO position on the sidelines was interrupted by a
new arrival.

"Sproles!" Zach said excitedly, bounding up when he saw his teammate into
the cabin.

"Ertzy," Darren greeted the taller, more muscular teammate with a big hug
and a tongue heavy kiss, leaning up because of the height difference. "Miss
me dude?" he teased.

Impatiently, Zach was pulling down Sproles' pants and jock strap and
feeling that familiar oversized dong firm up in his ballcatching
hands. That footlong prong that looked insanely oversized on Darren's 5'6"
taut build had earned him the nickname Big D from the team and particularly
from Ertz, who'd spent his time on the Eagles in bona fide bottom-dude
puppy love. The tall blond hunk gave the dark brown cock a good solid tug
or two, then squatted down on his haunches to taste the magnificent
phallus.

"Shitfire," Darren hissed as his hog got deepthroated by Ertz. "I don't
know if you've been practicing on your bottom buddies here, but damn you're
getting even better at blowing me, E." He didn't want to come though, so
with a shove he pushed Zach back off his rod. "All right, legs up,
E. Daddy's got to fuck."

"Sure thing Big D," Zach breathed as he scrambled onto his back and lifted
his powerbuilt legs straight up in the air, pulling the thighs back with
his hands. "You got me so hungry for it, D. I thought you'd never make it."

"I'm here Baby," Sproles grinned, scrambling into position before
unceremoniously stuffing his huge megacock inside his prelubed,
prestretched bottom lover.

"Oh fuck D! Hurts so good. Fucking feed my hole."

"Baby needs it huh?"

"Yeah, D, Need it so fucking bad."

"What about that strap-on I gave you? Had your fiancee use it on ya yet?"

Zach nodded obediently. "Oh yeah. I talked her into strapping it on last
week. Not the same as the real thing though."

Sproles smiled bigger, turned on by this giant tight end's submissive
streak. "That's because the chicks don't know how to use it right." And
with a hefty shove his cock rearranged Ertz's insides.

The big jock bit his lip and tried to hold back his ejaculation, but it had
been a long afternoon and he couldn't help but give it up. Hot ropes of
Eagles jizz spattered on his meaty blond furred chest.

"Damn, E, I guess you really did miss me," Darren growled and started
fucking away. For real now. Zach just leaned his head back while he let his
top man have his way, straining to hold his thighs steady and keep the
discomfort in his hole in check.

*******

GETTING HIS TOP ON

Jordy Nelson was really getting into it. It was their second screw and
Jordy wanted this one missionary. Making out with Cowboys linebacker Sean
Lee. The Sean Lee of the bodacious ass, the booty that barely squeezed into
those silvery uniform pants. The Sean Lee who craved a marathon longdicking
session even more than Jordy. He was getting into a good rhythm. "Like that
bud?" Jordy asked, breathlessly, feeling the tight sensations around his
rod.

"Aw yeah, pound me Nelson."

The two men's mouths met, tongues battling and sucking at one another. Sean
pushed his spit into Jordy's mouth, and the Packers star returned the
favoring, delivering as much saliva into Sean's mouth as he could
muster. He could tell Sean start to give the telltale whimpers of losing
it. That egged Jordy on to pound harder. He almost had this bottom dude
spewing a nice chunky load between them.

Only he stopped. Strong arms wrapped around him, a very wet lubed up cock
nudged at his pucker. "My boyfriend's real cute when he plays top," the
voice said.

"Aw fuck, A!" Jordy announced. To his delight Aaron Rodgers started pushing
his aching rod inside his lover and teammate. It always felt great but at
that moment it felt better than it ever had. Thicker, more powerful, a
master cock for Jordy's neglected hole. The fact his own dick was buried
inside Sean Lee's bubble ass gave Jordy a short-circuit of pleasure he
hadn't known possible.

Particularly when Rodgers pulled out and pushed back in. Starting a real
fuck pace, pushing Jordy to do the same. Pretty soon they had it worked
out. A steady well-oiled fuck machine, with Nelson the filling in a
pro-jock sandwich. They didn't come simultaneously, it was more like a
rolling succession of orgasms.... Jordy's... Sean's.... Aaron's... before
it was Sean blowing again. The guys unpaired a few times and rearranged
positions, but kept at it, living out their pent-up urges.

When they were done Aaron collapsed on the king bed, his perfect
quarterback body framed by the bulk of the bottom jocks on either side of
him. He gave Sean a soft kiss, then Jordy. "Thanks, guys," he whispered
before he dozed off for a well deserved rest.

*******

RELIEF

"Jesus! Fuck!" the man cried as he got his nut, his 40-something body
sprawled out on top of Chase Daniel's prone passive body.

The chauffeur pulled out of Daniel's humpy ass, the thin dribbles of his
third load trickling down between the QB's hairy thighs. Chase didn't have
the trim stomach of Murray or Smith, but the older man relished the
combination of loose hole and snug-tight insides. He'd had no problem going
for the gold and getting off inside the athlete.

"I think that did it for me, fellas. You damn well fucked me out."

Alex Smith looked on at the top with puppy dog eyes. "That was real hot
sir." He leaned over and kissed the driver, who responded with a slow,
passionate kiss. Smith was sure one romantic guy for a top athlete, the man
thought.

Then he felt a muscular nude body nudge at his left flank. Aaron
Murray. The dude he'd dreamed off for so long. Since those Saturday
afternoons years ago watching Georgia play. The man had watched the NFL
Draft with anticipation and had to unzip when Murray had his time to be
called up. Just the sight of the SEC star going pro was enough to push the
man to orgasm.

Now he felt Murray''s fingers on his spent rod. Which maybe wasn't so
spent, because as Aaron's fingers teased the length it had every bit the
hardness of a half hour ago.

"Nice cock ya got sir," Murray growled into the man's mouth. "Sure you
don't want to make me a bitch again? Pound my horny hole?"

The man would probably be shooting blanks soon but as the two athletes
manhandled him he lay back and let Murray crawl on top of him while Alex
Smith positioned himself to sit his spermy ass on the top's face.

*******

HALFTIME ENTERTAINMENT

Herbstreit was in the middle of a dimly lit basement. There were a
half-dozen or so of the Colorado fraternity brothers that had been
invited. A sheen of sweat formed on Kirk's fuzzy-blond muscled dadbod, his
muscles popping as he unconsciously flexed for the younger men, keen to
show off his virility and the bulk he still kept tight at 46 years old.

If the younger men had any issue with the commentator's age, they weren't
letting on. Already, Kirk's guts felt full from the loads he'd taken and as
he steadied himself for their appreciative eyes, he felt some of the frat
jizz drip out of his hole before he clenched up his ring tight again. Damn,
his belly felt so extended with spermloads, he wasn't sure how much he
could take.

But the tallest of the guys, Ray, had one hell of a dick and was throwing
hard again. Kirk shook his body in a muscular dance, like a strip tease,
but his clothes had long gone and he had only his ex-QB daddy body to
interest these young men. He gyrated his hips lewdly, feeling his beer-gut
sized cum belly jiggle with the motion as he tried to keep in the
sperm. Successfully so far, other than the dribbles running down his calves
now.

As he set his sights on Ray, the middle-aged sports commentator felt a
little guilty that he was neglecting the sophomore sitting beside him,
Kyle. The one who'd been eyeing Herbstreit with puppy dog eyes the whole
evening, the one who confessed he regularly jacked off to College Game Day,
the one who asked his frat buddies to videotape him fucking his idol, as a
souvenir. Kirk could let that flattery go to his head, but it didn't quite
match the sheer imposing power of the ten-incher Ray had. So as the man
showed off and swayed his blond, furry masculine body, his attention was
increasingly turned to the tall underclassman, whose giant boner
throbbed. "Ready for another fuck?" Kirk asked him, matter of
factly. "Ready to pump another load in me, buddy?"

Ray spread his legs, showing off his prize erection. "Fuck yeah. Only your
tanks look pretty full already."

The fellows all laughed lewdly. But the taunting made Kirk smile and pat
his swelling sperm-filled gut. "I wanna see how many I can take."

"Lean against the wall," Ray commanded and smirked as Kirk did just that,
walking over and leaning forward, bracing his upper body with his hands. He
didn't look back, thrilling on the anticipation. Until he felt the college
kid behind him, erect and eager. The frat dude was a pro at this all right,
zeroing in on Kirk's wet sopping hole and boring that big monster of a cock
inside.

Kirk let out a loud "oof" and had to bite his lip as that giant phallus
drilled into him. And again. The frat fucker was hard in his rhythmic
pounding thrusts, getting rapid as he jackhammered in and out. Nasty, wet
sloppy noises resonated in the room as Kirk couldn't hold all of the
internal load and it started seeping out around the thrusting cock. The
noises got sloppier and juicier.

"I call this move churning the butter," the alpha frat dude boasted as his
dick whipped up the spermy assload into a frothy, chunky white foam between
Herbstreit's blond-furred muscle cheeks.

"Oh Jesus, man, that's sick!" one of his buddies said, stepping up for a
closer look. "Pound that sloppy pussy."

Herbstreit's eyeballs were practically rolling into the back of his
head. He'd wanted to get used by some younger horny dudes this weekend, but
he was surprised how much these Colorado boys were pushing him to the edge
of his sexual endurance. And how much he was liking it.

Thick globs of whipped up frat jizz plopped down to the basement floor in a
steady patter as the power top drilled away.

All of a sudden Kirk felt empty as Ray stepped back, his ten-incher wet and
chunked with globs of coagulated jizz. "Damn, daddy, I almost shot load
number three in ya. Maybe you should ride me instead, I'll last longer that
way."

Herbstreit nodded dumbly as he tried to regain his focus. By the time he
caught his breath and consciousness, Ray was sitting back in the arm chair,
that erection slick and pointing straight up. The white spermy froth clung
to lengths of the college stud's rod, suggesting to Kirk what the wetness
filling his own furry crack must look like as he sauntered forward.

"That's right, dude, come sit on my fat fucker," Ray commanded and both men
grunted in excitement as the beefy man straddled Ray's trimmer, tauter
body. Ray patted the man's stomach. "Shit, buddy, how many loads you
holding?"

"Dunno," Herbstreit replied. "At least 20. Beat my record from last year
already." With a steady motion, he sat down on the giant erection, sighing
as his guts got stuffed full again. Kirk was bone hard and turned on as
fuck as he began to ride this young buck steadily. Up and down, bracing his
arms on the chair arms to steady his muscular ex-jock body, he started a
regular fuck rhythm on his top's big bone.

"Nice," Ray said. "Does Daddy need some loving?" he growled and reached up
and pulled Kirk down into a tongue-heavy kiss, making the older man moan
and spurt his pre all over the young man's smooth torso. Increasingly Ray
was taking charge again, thrusting his cock up into the older man, starting
to fuck now.

Then, once more he stopped. And Kirk felt something else at his elastic
hole. Another cock. He couldn't tell what was happening exactly but out of
his line of sight Kyle was stepping up to the plate, eager to live out his
lifelong fantasy. DPing the College Gameday dude!

Herbstreit practically shouted into Ray's mouth as he got penetrated. He
didn't stop it though, since he was curious if he could take it. He was
just thankful that Kyle wasn't nearly as hung as Ray.

What he didn't expect was what having two cocks of different length inside
him at the same time would do. Instead of one thick battering ram, it felt
like a two-cylinder piston giving a one-two punch to his prostate. He
pulled off of Ray's mouth, not to scream but to encourage his dual
fuckers. "God guys that's it. Ram my fucking hole. Get me off!"

Ray leered and Kyle smiled like a happy kid. The reality was surpassing his
fantasies even. Particularly when the 46-year-old started to orgasm. It
wasn't a simple ejaculation but a long drawn-out ooze from his cock as he
entered a solid two minute orgasm.

Herbstreit wasn't even aware, but the constriction of his ass, tightening
down on those pistoning rods, brought both the frat guys off inside him.

"Fuck!" Kirk breathed as he felt Ray slip out first.

"Fuck is right," Kyle breathed, wrapping his arms possessively around the
blond sports daddy. His prick was still bone hard and he didn't want to
pull out. "I'm gonna stay inside you a little while longer, sir," he said.

*******

DANNY'S FIRST GANGBANG

No one knew who turned out the lights, but Danny Amendola was glad they had
still been on when he got his cherry copped. As Jay Cutler talked him
through the deflowering and muttered words of encouragement in his ear,
Rams QB Case Keenum slowly pushed his meaty 7.5-incher inside the tightness
of Amendola's sphincter. Case was hotter than any dude he could imagine
getting screwed by at the QB Club party, and he felt honored to be losing
his virginity to the virile 28 year old. Especially because Keenum fucked
Amendola through his first anal orgasm, then made out with the beefy wide
receiver stud for a while, until he was humping Danny once more, working
the novice bottom up to his second O before dumping his own top seed inside
the Patriots jock.

By the time they uncoupled Cutler was already face down and moaning at the
sensation of Colts fullback Tyler Varga's fat piece pushing inside
him. Case gave Danny a quick appreciative postcoital kiss. "You took it
like a champ, bud," Case said, running his fingers along the bottom of
Danny's chin. "How you feeling?"

"Awesome," Amendola beamed. "It was everything I hoped for. Better."

Case nodded his head to the group of guys - pro athletes, frat guys, and
DILFy veteran sportscasters who were circled around the pair, jerking off
in anticipation. "Ready to take a few of the fellas on? I get the feeling
they don't mind sloppy seconds."

"Or thirds," Rich Gannon chimed in, stroking his legendary tool which stood
up high between his spread hairy thighs.

Danny looked in awe at Gannon's equipment, then over at Bucs QB Josh
Freeman, whose big piece was recharged from his warmup fuck of his
teammate, punter Jake Schum, over in the adjoining cabin earlier.

Even bigger was one of the fraternity brothers, face barely visible between
his Colorado baseball cap, who looked impossibly hung. The bottom athlete
shuddered thinking about that long tool buried all the way inside his guts.

Amendola was apprehensive but knew his answer. "Bring 'em on," he said
bravely.

So that's how it started. At some point someone decided an anon breed
session would be even hotter and turned off the lights. And now Danny
Amendola was feeling his fourth cock fucking good and steady into him. Top
#3 had finesse, but this new guys' fuck strokes were just as exciting for
their impatience. Particularly when Danny felt the man's heavy breath on
the back of his neck and the tap of a hand at his. Cutler's no doubt, as
the two were laid side by side, each pulling a train. He felt his bottom
buddy's hands circle fingers with him in an affectionate gesture as Top #4
blew his gasket deep inside him with a loud roar.

"Christ!" the top said as he pulled back. Amendola thought he recognized
Brian Hoyer's voice but couldn't be sure. "Whoever's next is gonna get a
real slopped up hole."

Danny shuddered in anticipation lying there, his hole empty and definitely
wet as fuck. The spermy coating felt cool in the air until he felt the
warmth of another man crawling on top of him. Not as big as the man before
and definitely weighing less. But boy oh boy Top #5 was hung like a
motherfucker. Thick but really really long. Probably the frat dude, Danny
thought a little apprehensively. He wondered if he could take that guy. But
he'd taken what the men had dished out so far and was determined to go the
distance.


*******

PUNISHING WORKOUT

"Sweet," Rob Gronkowski said as he and Tim Tebow examined the weight room
setup of the cabin's basement. The 6'6', 265 pound tight end was wearing
only a sheer white pair of compression briefs, which molded perfectly to
his taut, muscular midsection, particularly the sculpted glutes he was so
proud of. It was Gronk's favorite pair, mostly because it was his tops'
favorite pair, from the way they looked so obscene to the well placed
opening cut out in front of his asshole, to allow for easy access. He'd met
many fuckers who had never realized they had an underwear and gear fetish
until they met Gronk.

He'd even gotten Tebow to put on a pair. At first, Tim complained and said
they looked like sissy underwear, but Gronk smiled as he saw Tim strut more
sexily in them, and the famous Christian star's boner pop beneath the tight
fabric.  "These aren't so bad," the 245 pound muscle buffalo had finally
admitted as the two men leaned forward and kissed upstairs in the living
room.

Now they were admiring the brand new gym machines. The ones they'd found as
they wondered downstairs in the deserted mountain cabin. Tim pulled down
one of the pulleys and heard the weights lift up. But that wasn't what
caught his eye. In the mirrored wall, from a round four-inch wide slit
emerged a long penis shaped rod with each pull of the handles. Tim repeated
the reps in fascination and pretty soon felt Gronk's firm hand on his bare
shoulder.

"Some set up, huh?" Rob said.

Tim laughed and couldn't resist pressing his lips to Gronk's again. They
made out and he could feel Rob's fingers press against the matching hole he
had in his compression briefs. The sensation of the finger teasing him felt
great and Tim reached over to return the favor. To his surprise Gronk's
hole was wet.

"Dude, what the fuck? I thought we weren't supposed to get laid all week."
His fingers curled into the moist spermy tightness of the Gronk hole.

"I didn't," Rob grinned. "Just saved up a few dozen filled rubbers I'd
saved and frozen. Thawed those puppies out and used a turkey baster for a
little pre-party fun."

"You're wild," Tim said.

"Dude, I'm not the one who took Flacco's fist last QB party."

Tim blushed as he remembered how out of control that one got. He nodded
back to the pistoning dildo. "Speaking of some damage, this baby looks like
it has the makings for one hell of a party," Tebow observed.

"Yo soy fiesta!" he laughed, reprising the trademark goof which had gone
viral, and both men laughed.

"Wanna try it out first?" Tebow asked.

Rob nodded eagerly and got into position, doing a half crouch for a cable
fly exercise. He wiggled his ass back. He gave shorter tugs at the cable to
help line up the mechanical dick to his hole. Then with a hard jerk, he
pulled the cables all the way down, roughly penetrating his own anus with
the hard staff.

"God yeah!" He howled. "That's what I'm talking about. Hurts so fucking
good."

He lifted his arms all the way up and repeated the brutal penetration. And
again. Involuntarily sweat was forming on his brow and his quads quaked,
but Gronk had a huge, dumb jock smile on his face. "Gonna brutalize my
fucking hole, buddy. Turn that jock ass pussy to mush." The saved up jizz
he'd injected up his own hole was now being forced out by the piston-like
motion of the machine.

"Go for it, Gronk," Tebow encouraged, but jealous he'd not taken a go at
the machine first.

Rob could read the desire in Tebow's face but he also wasn't ready to give
up the machine yet.  A week without dick had been too fucking long. "Why
don't you see if there's another one around, buddy? There probably is."

Tim nodded and looked around before seeing a likely suspect. A leg press
machine with a similar slit in the middle, positioned right were a man's
ass would be. This one was wider, probably six inches in Tim's
estimation. Quickly, Tebow set the weight and plopped down on the press
machine. Tebow leaned back, his humpy muscle back resting against the pad,
and got his feet in position.

With a grunt he pushed up and yelled loudly. "OWW!! FUCK!!" A thick dildo
dong penetrated his pucker. The weight strained against his legs, but Tebow
held the machine steady in that position, letting his insides adjust. He
took a succession of quick shallow breaths, trying to keep from passing
out, until the danger passed.

Gronk looked on, turned on like mad. He put even more force into the fly
pulls, now building up a faster rhythm driving that fake cock in and out of
his hole in brutal fashion. Letting the cable loose a little he got an idea
and shifted his angle, leaning over even more. Then he gripped the cable
securely and with as hard a contraction as he could manage, he jerked the
weights up in one solid motion. The rod punched in a straight shot, good
and hard right against his prostate. It was a blinding pain but an intense
pleasure too, so much that Rob couldn't voice anything, not even a cry, as
his dick shot a heavy spurt into his compression briefs, soaking the erect
crotch with his Patriots seed.

"You coming Gronk? Just from that machine?" Tebow looked across the way, in
awe at watching Gronkowski's big body wrack with visible waves of orgasmic
pleasure.

"Whoa," Gronk finally said as he let the cables loose and stepped
forward. His crotch felt wet and heavy with the soaked fabric. "I need to
get one of these machines put into the Pats weight room," he mused
examining the mirrored wall and running his fingers inside to feel the
start of the rod. "Maybe at home, too. Tim, dude, I wonder what other
equipment they have around here. Tim?"

Tebow couldn't hear him, he was too zoned out. He'd gotten the recovery to
let him push up on the machine again, further this time. Not only did the
rubbery intrusion enter further into his ass, but it started expanding,
getting wider with each several inches that Tim pushed up. He did so
gleefully, feeling his ass stretch and get further stuffed. This was as
crazy as anything he'd ever felt. It was now as big around as Flacco's
forearm, and Tim was straining his legs, seeing how much more he could
take.

The orgasm didn't come with a jolt. Instead it was steady ooze of Tebow
jizz into the shorts Gronk had lent him. Tim's full body quaked from the
physical exertion and the sexual pleasure battling one another, feeding off
one another.

Just when he thought it couldn't get any more intense, Gronk's face
appeared above him, holding a used condom, with a heavy frozen load
inside. "How about one of my special popsicles buddy?" he laughed and
squeezed the sperm-ice out the end, right into Tebow's mouth.

Tim's ejaculation went into overdrive as the cold jizz touched his tongue,
the bitter-salty-musky taste filling his mouth.

"Thought you'd like this one. It's Urban Meier's," Rob said and watched as
Tim's eyes popped wide open in dazed excitement and his compression shorts
soaked though, the pearly white cream dribbling out and cascading down the
fabric.

*******

The two men would have been a highlight for the tops watching on the closed
circuit cameras, but they had all gone. As Gronk and Tebow explored the
equipment, the rest of the QB club forgot about them. Fortunately, the
video was being captured for later viewing and for showing at next year's
party.

THE END