Date: Fri, 13 Aug 2004 03:07:21 +0000
From: Bill Drake <billdrake@hotmail.com>
Subject: QB Club Retreat pt. 3

QB Club Retreat
Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com)


WARNING: The following story contains graphic depictions of male/male sex
and is for adults only.  Do not read if such material offends you or is
inappropriate for your age.  This story is purely fictional fantasy and in
no way reflects on the real persons depicted.


Part 3


Induction Ceremony


This was turning out to be the biggest QB Club gathering so far. Pounds and
pounds of prime athlete flesh squeezed into Elway's mountain cabin, their
heat radiating off smooth, bared muscle and warming the room. The main
living room was overflowing capacity and the kitchen now doubled as a
changing room for the excited men.

Chad Pennington looked at the pile of jock straps mounting on the kitchen
table as he stripped his down and tossed it on top. His dick swung free and
he could feel the other quarterback's appreciative gaze as they
simultaneous communicated their friendship, esteem and desire. He looked
back at the men and broke the ice as more NFL studs tumbled into the room.

"You know, Elway says this is the biggest fuckparty in the history of the
league."

"Yeah, I believe it," answered Joey Harrington, his dark eyes smiling as he
tossed his sweaty jock onto the pile and stripped off his shirt. He felt a
pair or two of rough hands run along his exposed backmuscle as he bent down
to take off his socks. "Fuck, I hear that Brad Johnson's even flown out
here." He stood up, his dick upright and his balls cocked.  God, he was
horny for this night. Roughly he grabbed his meat and began stroking it.

Tim Couch placed his hands on both athlete's shoulders as he butted into
the conversation. "That cheapskate? I'm surprised he'd even pay for a hotel
room." From behind him, teammate Kelly Holcomb grabbed his shorts and
stripped them down.

Another athlete these men didn't recognize chimed in. "He's not. Colorado
is putting him up in the athlete's dorm."

"Well, Johnson's gonna be drained for the evening!" Pennington quipped and
they all laughed. The athletes were in no hurry to cover the glory of their
bare flesh, and anyway, there was only one clothing item that was the
"uniform" for this QB club party: a pair of nylon-mesh practice shorts
showing the respective team of the athletes. Coaches and visiting stars of
other sports were required to walk around balls naked, a requirement that
none of them seemed to mind. Alabama coach Mike Shula had already shucked
off his gear and had his arms draped around Tide QBs Brodie Croyle and
Spencer Pennington.

Holcomb had pulled on a pair of Browns shorts when Couch yanked them back
off again. "Un huh, Holcomb. You know the uniform."

The athlete blushed in exasperation. "Christ, guys! I'm not a college
kid. I don't hafta..."

"Yeah, you hafta, all right." Kerry Collins boomed. "It's your first time
to one of our parties, so you're part of the ceremony. That's the rule. So
put on the jockstrap and stop complaining."

The athlete nodded but was resisting. "But how do I know which jock is
mine?"

"What the fuck does it matter?"

Holcomb's frown broke into a grin and his dick hung down further between
his legs, hardening slightly. "Yeah, I guess you gotta point Chad. Toss me
one of those babies."

Just as Pennington was about to reach over to the pile of NFL-issued
jockstraps, Joey Harrington gave a huge grunt. He'd been unable to stop the
savage flogging he was giving his red, swollen cock. Planting his feet
apart, he leaned his head back and blasted forth with a river of pent-up
cum. White juice rained all over the kitchen table and the still-warm
jocks, soaking the underwear in slime.

"Maybe you should pick your own, Kelly." Chad joked.

Holcomb sauntered up to the table and felt around the pile til he found the
wettest strap and grasped it in his hand.  He smiled at Harrington as he
stepped into the straps and fitted the pouch over his crotch with
difficulty. He was full-on hard now.


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

When Rich Gannon entered the room, his dark goodlooks announcing his
presence, the quarterbacks and assorted guests all erupted in cheer. Each
year the MVPs from the present and previous years led the induction of the
new members: pro players making their first appearance as well as Junior QB
Clubbers - young, promising college players who in private have taken to
hot no-holds-barred pro-ball mansex as much as they've been showing their
ball-throwing worth for the public. The Oakland quarterback was excited as
hell by the honor of MC-ing the induction ceremony this year.  Part of it
was knowing the esteem his fellow players held him in. But a bigger part
was his fondness for college jocks, a hunger that had grown only deeper
over the last year or two as Gannon learned that he could use his celebrity
status to charm built studs in the prime of their youth into the sack.

"Hey Rich!" a voice in the crowd cried out. It was Brett Favre, his arm
draped around his latest fuckbud, Michigan star John Navarre. "You gonna
save a piece for your buddy?"

"Hell, Brett, looks like you already got your claws into Navarre there." He
strolled past the crowd of testerone-pumped, half-naked men. They ogled his
perfectly proportioned body, winning smile and hairy chest. And a whopping
bulge that lay in his shorts. He stopped in front of Elway, who had his
beefy arms wrapped around Matt Schaub, one hand lazily stroking the college
athlete's nude torso, the other hand groping a healthy piece of meat
through the Virginia navy blue shorts. Both men were smiling big.

"Thanks for hosting the party John. But you know, I was hoping Matt here
would be part of the induction ceremony."  Rich gripped his semi-hard piece
in his shorts and winked at the younger man.

"Nah, Rich. He got inducted last year. But just between you and me..." he
leaned forward and lowered his voice, "I bet we could arrange a private
ceremony later on, bud. If you're still up for it."

Rich broke into a broad smile. One of his hand reached forward and ran down
the length of Schaub's meaty, smooth chest. "Yeah, I'll be up for
it. Gannon's always got a bone for studs this fine."

Elway laughed. "All right, later bud."

"Yeah," Matt said, "Can't wait, Rich."

**********

Steve McNair walked into the room next, his powerful, smooth black muscles
and cute, aw-shucks face announcing his presence. That, and the trouser
snake wadded up in the crotch of his Tennessee Titan issue shorts. Truth be
told, he hadn't been to too many of the QB Club parties, as over the last
year, he and Keith Brooking of the Atlanta Falcons had moved from best
friends to fuck buddies to committed lovers. Truth be told, McNair was
happier than anything to have to found his match in Brooking - a hot,
in-command white stud jock who was 100 percent top man - including that
unbeatable aggressive eye contact, knowing smile, cocky bowlegged walk -
until the two got in the sack and Brooking's pearly-smooth bubble butt was
in the air accepting inch after inch of Steve's megalong dong. One night
after an intense deepfucking, McNair pulled out and Brooking rolled out
from under him, got up to find the measuring tape. Even softening, it
capped thirteen inches. Pure male power attached to a black athlete in his
prime. Keith couldn't resist immediately capping his mouth over the head
and going down on the spermy half-tumescent cock.

Steve looked at Keith in the crowd of half-naked pro jocks. They all looked
fine, he had to admit, but he wanted to go out there and attack the Falcon
linebacker full-force, right in front of the other men. Show those studs
who was McNair property. Still, he was honored by the MVP award and happy
to participate in the QB Club induction. He'd relax and enjoy the afternoon
breaking in some rookie jock tail. And, as they'd agreed beforehand,
Brooking would contribute his underused top duties to whatever horned up
jock needed them. Steve looked out at the crowd of restless men. A sheen of
sweat was starting to form on most of the men's massive torsos and thick,
crowbars of NFL cock were trapped in practice shorts or jocks. And the
host, Elway, was increasingly swarmed by hunks - his friends from the
league as well as the younger players who idolized and lusted after the
blonde Bronco and his huge piece. None of these fellows could wait. Yeah,
McNair thought, it was gonna be a great party.


**********

Meanwhile, in New York, four men were arguing in a television studio...

"We got the satellite feed set up?" Jim Nantz asked. The production
assistant was busy talking on the phone, making sure that everything was
set up on the other end. He covered the mouthpiece of the phone and shouted
out, "All right, one minute, guys!" The cute cleancut assistant then got in
place as the cameras framed the studio set.

"How's my hair? Everything in place?" Dan Marino asked.

"Dayum Dan! You are the VAINEST man I ever seen!" Deion Sanders quipped,
his white teeth gleeming as he lifted his beefy arms in gesticulation. Next
to him, Boomer Esiason slapped Deion's back and leaned back in his chair,
his slightly too-tight suit straining against his veteran pro muscle.

"You're one to talk, Deion," the blonde quarterback laughed.

"Here! Here!" Sanders cried, right before Jim interrupted the men.

"Gentlemen! Gentlemen! We're going live in five
seconds...four...three... two..."

The monitors in the studio suddenly clicked on with a live feed of Elway's
mountain resort and a long view of the living room packed with the NFL's
finest men, all squeezed in close quarters and skin-on-skin contact as they
faced the camera.

"Hot day-um!"  Deion cried out.

**********

"Where's Griese? Anyone seen him?" Jay Fiedler called, Heath Miller's arm
possessively wrapped around his jock waist. The Cavalier was attacking the
Dolphin QB's neck with long laps of his tongue, the sensual contact with
Jay's hot bod was pushing his cock out against the limits of his Dolphins
shorts.

"Over here! Eating out Kitna," Lawyer Milloy answered. He and Drew Bledsoe
were watching intently as Brian bobbed his head, pushing it as far into the
crevice of John Kitna's round butt as he possibly could. Even above the din
coming up from a room of excited, testosterone-pumped athletes, the obscene
slurping and smacking could be heard.

Fiedler and Miller approached the scene and observed as the heat burned in
their already bulging loins. "Fuck, Kitna," Fiedler groaned, "you're
wearing a jock. You haven't been inducted yet?"

John cocked his head in a slow fucked-out motion and muttered in
reply. "No, man, I haven't.  Griese here's wetting me up for the ceremony."

Jock next door Brian kept his face furrowed into hot, moist QB crevice the
whole time, his thick tongue relishing the fluttering and spasming of
Kitna's grateful sphincter.

**********

"Shit, I forgot how hot McNair looked... God, I could sit on that big
strapping chest of his all day," Matt Wilhelm said, his own bare,
blonde-dusted chest entangled in the dual embrace of fellow Chargers
LaDainian Tomlinson and Drew Brees. The two bubblebutted teammates were too
busy sucking and biting at the linebacker's corded neck to answer.

A couple of men down, Detroit Lions stars Bill Schroeder and Joey
Harrington were teasing each other's nipples and swapping spit between
glances at Gannon's powerful weapon that was prodding up in the black and
silver Oakland Raider shorts. Rich's cock was a long, thick vascular
fuckpiece that didn't even seem to be fully erect but still pushed up
alongside his thigh, poking at the top of the side pocket.

"You ever ridden on that fucker, buddy?" Bill asked. Both athletes
considered themselves versatile, as horned up to fuck jock tail as to
spread their cheeks for a rough ride. Maybe that's why the teammates got
along so well, transfering their on-field chemistry to the bed.

"Nah, Bill. He's got a fucking huge one, though, doesn't he? I hear he can
send you to heaven with that thing." Harrington reached down and cupped
Bill's own sizeable hardon through his shorts.

"Ummm...look at that big wet spot he's got going. The man's leaking like a
broken faucet. Damn, this year's new fellas are one lucky bunch, getting a
go at that thing."

"Sure as shit, big guy. Though I remember the big-ass smile on your face
when Elway reamed your butt at our induction."

"He he... yeah, John blew his load so deep I bet it's til trickling
out. Come on, guy let's move up to get a closer view of the action."

The two hunks pushed their way through the crowd of hard jock flesh so they
would be able to sees the inductee file into the room.


*********

The cheering of the men erupted even louder when Peyton Manning entered the
room, his gait emanating confidence and sexual heat. The Indianapolis Colt
joined his friends and co-MVPs on stage.

"Hey Steve, great to see ya," said Peyton in his adorable Southern drawl as
he hugged the beefy yet lithe Titans QB. The two men clasped, their clammy,
rigid upper bodies colliding in full contact. "Hey buddy, how the hell ya
been?  You been keeping Brooking happy?"

Steve laughed, running his hands down the contours of his own meaty chest
and rockhard stomach. The powerful, thick fingers clasped at the band of
the light blue shorts and pulled down. Most of the men gasped and moaned
when mcNair's giant python popped out.

"Yeah, I think this is enough to keep that slut happy," Steve joked, his
trademark smile beaming.

Peyton whistled and turned to Gannon. "Jesus, guys. Both of you are uncut?
I'm feeling a little left out here." Manning's own mega hardon throbbed in
his Colts jersey knit shorts as he examined the length of Steve's chocolate
colored staff, which glistened with layers of Titan dick dew.

"Shit, Manning," Gannon piped in, "You don't have anything to worry
about. Most of these men would have killed to have played center underneath
those golden hands of yours during that Broncos game. Man, you were on
fire." Absently, Rich reached down and grabbed his erect piledriver of a
cock and began to squeeze and caress it through the knit material. As he
played with his massive pud, more and more jock juice began seeping forth,
soaking the silver material stretched over the fat, round cockhead.


"Besides, Peyt," he continued. "I envy you. I mean, yeah, I'm sure as shit
looking forward to breaking in my share of jock cunt this weekend. But I'd
like to find something more. You got bubble-butt Brees and Stevie boy's got
Brooking. Fuck... you guys are boning the hottest tail in the NFL. I think
it's time that Rich met his man, you know."

Steve stepped up to Gannon and grabbed the Raider QB's drooling
tool. "Don't worry stud, when you sink this baby into the right man's butt,
you'll know he's the one."

"Hope sure, McNair. Sure hope so."

By this point, Gannon wasn't even looking at the co-inductors but rather
was examining the display of grade-AAA hunks gathered around. He thought of
the ones he's already fucked, the ones he wanted to fuck, and the ones who
were strictly top. The last category turned him on the most, he thought
wickedly. But mostly he hoped for lots of varsity jocks to be attending
this year. Looking out, he could see his hopes were exceeded. Some of the
faces he even recognized... some of the Colorado boys... Ohio
athlete-scholar sensation Craig Krenzel... SEC arms Brodie Croyle and Casey
Clausen ... One stud in particular caught his eye, a fighting-fit blonde
beauty. He was smaller than most of the other athletes - no more than six
feet tall - but his fine buff figure, bright white smile and piercing blue
eyes caught Gannon's attention immediately. He clasped harder on his
shorts-clad dick, which began to burp precum in anticipation of a good,
slick fuck. Gannon had to have this jock.


**********

Tom Brady tried to push forward on the swiveling hips pounding his
face. His winning smile had for the last half hour taken more abuse by a
hard-as-nails cock that seemed to be drilling for untapped treasure.

"Mmmmph! Mmmpfth!  Mmmhh!" the star player cried as his throat was
ravaged. The throat fucker was Bill Callahan ex-Coach from the Raiders, his
blue eyes twinkling as he clenched his hips and forced his manmeat forward,
stabbing deep into Tom's pretty-boy gullet.

"Shit, yeah, you cocky little shit... Eat my big ol' coach dick, like
you've been wanting to all season." Callahan shivered as he surrendered to
deeper pleasure coming from this forced suck job and getting off on
dominating the league's top quarterback so wantonly. Sweat dripped down his
forehead, off his meaty bare chest, cascading onto Brady's muscled
shoulders. "Suck it! Suck it like you do Belichick's, you sick fucker."

Tom wriggled his upper body, hoping to get free, but it was hopeless. A
powerful chest behind him held Brady stationary. Besides, the more he
struggled the more it turned Callahan on the harder his tonsils were
stabbed by pure, hard coach meat.

Also, it pushed him back to sit further on his coach's hard shaft. Callahan
was telling the truth. Brady was an asskisser of a player who'd suck his
coach daily to become Coach's pet. At least that's how it
started. Belichick tapped into something deep in Brady's psyche. A love for
older, in charge men that spanned back to his high school idolization of
his coach. Now, here Tom was between two oversexed middle-aged satyrs
getting reamed like he'd been hankering to all season. If only they'd
double team his ass, he thought as Callahan's hard cock pulled back out of
his mouth and sprayed forth, sliming Brady's angelic visage with a nasty
sheen of man froth. Brady savored the warmth and brininess on his skin, but
minute the discharge stopped, he realized he was late for the induction
ceremony.


"Shit!" he muttered as he started to raise himself up off Belichick's
pistoning shaft.

"Where the fuck do you think YOU're going, Brady?"  Belichick bellowed. Tom
looked back pleading but Callahan placed his hands on the sculpted
shoulders and shoved Brady back down. The thick stalk pounded his quim deep
and hard.

Tom Brady, All-American poster boy, growled as fat Belichick cock flattened
his butt nut. "Ah, coach, fuck me!  Pound the hell outta my ass!"


**********

"Hello guys," Jim Nantz said.  "Sorry we couldn't be there in person this
time, but Boomer, Deion, Dan and I had to tape the preview show for this
weekend."

The athletes all cheered as they watched the giant TV screen. The Inside
NFL set was familiar to them all, of course, as taped broadcasts had become
their weekly Monday morning viewing. Only this time, as the camera moved
steadily back, they saw that while the four TV personalities were wearing
their designer suits, below the waist, they were nude, and four magacocks
slowly come into view, hard, steely erections that made the men cheers
louder. The high definition telecast caught every vein along the meaty
shafts and every dribble of jock juice dripping down the ex-athlete's
nutsacs.

Elway spoke above the din as two college jocks sucked at his meaty man
tits. "Great you could join us guys. We're just about to start the
induction. You gonna be able to stay and watch?"

Dan swiveled in his chair, his fat boner swaying with the motion.  "Yeah,
boys. Even though we're here in New York, we wanted to make sure we could
be there in spirit."

At first only the boys up close to the TV noticed and began hollering. Then
the rest of the room noticed and joined in the cheering. Just as the camera
framed the full figures of the half-nude men, a beautiful, built
jock-looking kid walked into the frame. It was the twenty-something
production assistant Matt. The young man had his dream job, he'd been with
CBS sports division since his intern days straight out of college. He'd
played ball in high school but was too short for the team at the state
university he attended. But he never lost sight of his first love and he
still worshipped everything involving football.

Including the oversized cocks of the gridiron celebrities he looked
after. Peeling off his hunter green polo shirt ("Nice!" muttered Kerry
Collins, kids like this were just his type), the assistant sank below the
desk and crawled between Boomer's megathighs, pushing apart the star's
knees and nuzzling up to his genitals.

"Oh, yeah, and we told our PA to give us the best head he could!" Boomer
laughed as he tossed his head back and gave into getting blown just as the
kid opened up and swallowed Esiason dick whole. Boomer was big, real big,
but this kid had talent and was putting it to good use.

"All right, men, lean back and enjoy the show. We're gonna start the
ceremony here." Elway announced. He turned toward the three MVPs in the
front of the room and started to say something

"Allright... where the fuck is Brady!?"

The men all laughed and cheered, knowing full well the treatment Terrific
Tom was getting just then.

"Don't worry, John, the guy's always late to these parties," one jock cried
out.

"Yeah, always arrives late...  and wet!" cried another.

The men erupted in laughter again, til Elway quieted them down. He laid out
the ground rules. Each MVP would examine the line of inductees. The
previous year's MVP, Gannon, would choose one inductee first, who would
then have to service the Raider as he chose. Then, the current year Super
Bowl MVP, Brady, got his turn. Finally, the current year NFL MVP would
go. Since Manning and McNair share the honors they will each induct a QB
Club member at the same time. After the initial induction round, the MVPs
chose another round and the room was open to the end of season party.

Gannon, McNair, and Manning were all sitting down in large leather chairs
next to the fireplace. McNair massaged his dick with one hand while
caressing his rippling torso muscles with his other. Peyton just leaned
back, resting his arms behind his head and showing off his trademark
Southern boy smile. Rich spread his hairy legs and scooted his butt down in
the seat, pushing up his hard man stalk for display to everyone. All three
stared at the parade of college and rookie jocks waiting to be inducted.
The other athletes spectating all watched in anticipation. It was time to
get the party started.

(to be cont.)