Date: Wed, 17 Mar 2010 15:16:03 -0400
From: Jeff Stewart <jeffstewart821@gmail.com>
Subject: Quarterback Sack - chapter 2

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QB Sack - Chapter 2

The alarm started buzzing at 6:00.  Every time it started to scream, a hand
reached out from under the white sheets and slapped the snooze button.
When it started buzzing for the fifth time, a sleepy-eyed Jared Allen
finally emerged from under a pillow, realized it was already after 7:00,
and muttered "fuck." The Vikings star rolled his big frame onto his back,
rubbed his eyes with both hands and let out a deep yawn.  As he stretched
out his arms and legs and tried to rejoin the land of the living, Allen
reached down to scratch his heavy nuts.  On his way down, his hand brushed
his big morning wood---eight and a half inches of thick cut cock standing
tall and proud.

Jared had been dreaming every night this week about his ongoing plan to get
back at all the coddled pansy ass QBs who had ever given him some shit by
taking their asses whether they wanted it or not.  Last week, he had made
golden boy Tom Brady his bottom bitch and managed to get him to beg to be
fucked by the DE's big fat cock.  Last night he was dreaming about Brady
and the other QBs coming up on his schedule: Eli, Brees, Matt Ryan, Aaron
Rogers, Peyton, Big Ben, Mark Sanchez, Rivers.... But he was super hard as
he woke up, because he was thinking about today's game.  The Vikings were
hosting the Dallas Cowboys, and Jared had spent all week waking up with a
raging hard on and a drop of precum because of how badly he wanted to bury
his cock balls deep in Tony Romo's ass.

"Shit!"  The alarm now said 7:30, and Jared was going to be late for the
team game day meeting.  He threw back the sheets, and hopped up naked.  He
rifled through the dirty clothes hamper and grabbed a loose pair of gym
shorts and a t-shirt, pulled them on, slipped into some flip flops, and
headed to the kitchen.  He scratched his balls through the shorts while he
poured himself a cup of coffee, trying to will his hard on to subside.
While taking the first sip, he grabbed his cell phone, and keys and headed
for the door.  He paused at the mirror by the door, noticed that he was now
just semi-hard.  Even though the clear outline of his soft fat cock was
visible through the shorts, he figured that was hot---rather than
obscene---and headed out the door.  He flipped through his text messages
while he got in his car: his agent, his mom, and another pathetic message
from Brady just saying "'sup, bro?"  The last one was more interesting: a
message from Dallas tight end Jason Witten.  "Got something you want" was
all it said.

Jared smiled.  He and Jason had met at the 2007 Pro Bowl.  During the game,
Jason was repeatedly brought in to block to help keep Jared from getting to
Peyton Manning.  Jared didn't know what it was, but he sensed something was
up through the trash talking the big Texan was throwing at him.  And when
Witten risked a holding flag to cop a feel of Jared's big package, Jared
knew what was up.  They met up for drinks at a bar in Honolulu after all
the official shit was wrapped up.  They talked about their shared interests
in hunting, fishing, and generally being a redneck.  Jared had been hot for
the big TE from the first time he saw him as a rookie in 2003.  The were
both 6'5", both about 260, and Jared noticed from the start that they both
had hot round well-muscled asses.  When Witten suggested they take a walk
on the beach around 2:00 in the morning, Jared was more they happy.  They
ended up flip fucking in the sand for about an hour and a half.  It was one
of Jared's hottest memories, but Witten had never said anything about it
again.  Before this recent QB scheme, Witten was the hottest football
player Jared had bedded, and he would regularly shoot huge creamy loads all
over himself remembering Jason's cut nine inch cock plowing into his ass as
the waves crashed in the warm Hawaiian air and as Jared's own load was
still dripping out of Jason's beautiful ass.

"That's an understatement ;)" Jared texted back, as he started his car and
headed toward the Metrodome, his cock hard once again.

* * * * * * *

Jared couldn't concentrate during the team meeting, and his thoughts kept
going back to Jason's text.

"What the hell could he be talking about?" thought Jared over and over
again.  The two had barely spoken since that night in Hawaii.  For the last
three years, even at the Pro Bowl, Jason always gave Jared a warm welcome,
and chatted with him.  But they were never alone, and Jason never suggested
he was up for getting together again.  Sure Jared had tried to get his
attention in the shower at the Pro Bowl, but Jason's big meat never
twitched, and he never sent any signal he was interested.

In the locker room, the Vikings were getting ready to take the field for
warm ups.  Guys were going through their pregame rituals and playing grab
ass. Jared, as usual---and because he woke up too late this morning---took
a shower.  As he stepped into the shower to get ready, Adrian Peterson,
Heath Farwell, and Chad Greenway were giving Favre a hard time.
 Peterson was covered from head to toe in soap, and was soaping his crotch,
while laughing hysterically.

"I mean really!" He laughed. "It's like a snow-covered forest down there!"
The two linebackers laughed along with Peterson, as they looked at Favre's
ass covered in white fuzz.

"Fuck you, assholes," shot Favre, as he rinsed the soap off his body.
"You'll be here some day you little bitches.  You'll get all these white
hairs and all these fucking wrinkles" He gave the group a cocky grin.

"Not me," smiled Peterson as he spread the lather over his hard ass.
"Didn't you know?  Black don't crack."  Favre laughed with the others at
this.  "I'm going to have this smooth-ass skin until the day I die.  Hell,
I'm forty-eight right now!"

"Fuck you, Peterson," drawled Favre.  "I don't care how smooth your fucking
skin is, you'll never have this cock."  With that, Favre wrapped his hands
around his package, and started twirling his big meat like a
helicopter. Jared looked over from his own shower, and felt a twitch as he
watched Favre's big cock swing around and fill with blood.  Favre was just
fucking around now, but Jared remembered the first time Favre had stepped
into the showers.
 Jared practically had to roll his tongue back up into his mouth.  He'd
always had the hots for the bad boy redneck, and here was a childhood hero,
naked, hot, and in the flesh. His hair now gray, but his face still
gorgeous, his body still sexy, and that cock having not changed a bit.

Jared had jerked off for weeks imagining sucking Favre's hot daddy cock,
feeling Favre's gray stubble scratching against Jared's balls, and getting
Favre's big cock buried up his ass.  He still did from time to time.

Jared's thought were interrupted by Peterson's response to Favre's fooling
around.  The built linebackers had finished their shower, and it was just
Peterson and Favre.  "Well maybe you'll have to show me what it can do
sometime," Peterson said quietly while looking at nothing in particular,
almost as though he was scared to say it and didn't want to say it out
loud.

"Can do, boy," said Favre with a grin. "We'll have to figure something
out."  Favre turned off his water, and strode out of the shower, slapping
Peterson on the ass as he passed.  The perfectly built Peterson finished up
his shower, facing the wall.  Jared looked over his shoulder and could see
that Peterson was hard as a rock and furiously stroking his thick black
monster, clearly trying to dump his load so he could focus on the game.
"Fuck," thought Jared to himself.  "When did everyone in the NFL turn
fucking gay?"  Jared tried to get himself focused on the task at hand, but
he was clearly distracted. He needed to get his head in the game.  He had
to sack Romo.  He had to get that ass.  He had to see if he was packing
everything it looked he was packing.  As Jared thought about Romo as the
water washed over him, he could feel himself getting in the zone for the
game.

* * * * * * *

As the game got underway, Jared's distraction quickly melted away.  He
remembered exactly why he set out on his mission to fuck his NFL QB
opponents: they were fucking assholes.  Romo was no exception.  Sure he was
sexy, had an adorable smile, a hot body, a nice ass, and a sizeable bulge
in his uniform, but he was a total asshole and completely full of himself.

Before every snap, Romo was yelling at his offensive line.  He was yelling
at his receivers.  He was whining into his headset about the plays being
called.  He bitched about misrun routes, and he complained about dropped
balls.  "Why do you keep doing this to me?" he whined to Miles Austin after
a particularly bad drop.

"What a douche," thought Jared to himself as he remembered Romo's
spectacular record of post-season fuck ups. "Those were your fault,
asshole."  Apparently he wasn't the only one thinking this, because Jared
could hear the linemen muttering under their breath about the
tantrum-throwing QB.

On the next snap, Jared felt like the linemen who had just been muttering
weren't trying to block him at all.  He broke through and had a line on
Romo.

"Fuck!" shouted Romo as he saw the big Viking bearing down on him.  He
dumped a quick pass off into the flat just as Jared took him down.

"Why can't anyone block for me?" shouted Romo as Jared lay on top of him.
"Why to these assholes keep doing this to me? I can't win the game if I'm
on the ground."  Jared rolled his eyes, and headed back to the defensive
huddle.  He could hear Romo shouting into his headset about the lack of
protection.

"Get me some fucking help with blocking these fuckers!" Romo shouted into
the headset.  As Jared lined up, for the first time all game he saw
something familiar lined up across from him.  Coach Phillips had sent Jason
Witten in to block on the right side.

"Oh shit," said Jared jokingly as Jason got set across from him, "they're
sending you to block?  Might as well just down the ball eight yards back."

"Fuck you, you dumb piece of shit," replied Jason chuckling quietly.  When
the ball was snap, Jason and the right tackle manhandled Jared, and he
couldn't get anywhere.  But he thought he felt a hand grab an ass cheek
when he tried to spin out.

"Coppin' a feel fag?" joked Jared to Jason as they lined up for the next
play. Jared could hear Romo shouting at the offensive line that Witten was
the only one who could block.

"You wish," snorted Jason as the next play started.  Jared was focused on
getting past both Witten and the RT, but he missed Witten sliding out for a
quick reception.  Jason broke two tackles and picked up eight yards on the
play.

"See?" joked Jason as he lined up for the next play, "get you gay boys all
distracted with some grab ass and you forget what's going on."

"Fuck you."

"Yeah, you wish," said Jason, and he held Jared's eyes as they were set for
the snap.

Jared's cock stirred, but he didn't let it distract him.  He knew Jason
wasn't fully paying attention, so he cut inside as soon as the ball was
snapped, and once Jared was past him, Jason reached out and wrapped one arm
around Jared's waist, and reached the other up between his legs and grabbed
at his sizable bulge.  Unlike the Pro Bowl, in a regular season game this
was holding, and Witten got flagged. He saved the sack, but Dallas lost the
yards anyway.

"You dumb ass," screamed Romo at Jason back in the huddle.  "You're
supposed to block, not lose us yards with bull shit penalties after you've
already blown your assignment! Who the fuck let you on the field?  How the
fuck am I supposed to win this game for us with shit for brains blockers in
front of me."  Romo kept shouting at Witten as they broke the huddle, and
Witten got set across from Jared.

"The text message I sent you," said Jason to Jared.

"Yeah?" Jared asked with excitement clearly audible in his voice.

"I've got what you want.  10:00 p.m.  Visitor's locker room."  The ball was
snapped, and instead of blocking, Jason just stepped to the side.  Jared
had a wide open shot at Romo, and clearly none of his receivers were open.

"Oh shit, not again!" cried Romo as he tried to step back and avoid Allen's
rush.  Jared was already in the air, and he reached toward the retreating
Romo with one of his long arms.  Jared got a fist full of jersey as Romo
backpedalled, and that anchor swung Jared around to wrap up Romo.  Romo was
desperately looking for an open man, as Jared wrapped both his arms around
Romo's waist and dragged him to the ground, Jared's helmet pressed right
against Romo's crotch.  As Romo dropped to the ground, Jared thought he saw
the outline of a big thick cock, and his mouth involuntarily watered at the
thought of what he was now going to do.

"Why me?" whined Romo as Jared unwrapped himself and started mentally
preparing for the next time he was that close to Romo's crotch.

"Because you're an asshole," spat Jared as he walked back to his side of
the line of scrimmage.  Jason was walking back to his huddle, and as he was
passing Jared he put an arm in the middle of his chest.

"10:00," he said to Jared, and then let go.

* * * * * * *

The Vikings won the game easily, and Jared actually managed to get two more
sacks before the game was out.  By any measure of the rules of this game he
was playing, Jared was more than entitled to plant himself balls deep in
Tony Romo's tight hole.

The Vikings locker room was relaxed and happy after the win.  Jared's
teammates were talking to the press and going through their post game
rituals.  He chatted with the press, and went to take a shower.  Jared
stood under the water for a while and tried to figure out how exactly he
was supposed to get Romo alone to carry out his plan.  After the
unvarnished success of Operation Fuck Tom Brady, Jared was high on
adrenaline and forgot to discreet make inquiries with the gay NFLers about
Romo's ritual.  And the Cowboys were the visitors and likely to leave town
either late tonight or first thing on Monday morning.  He figured he would
sort of hang out outside the visitors locker room just like he did last
week at Gilette Stadium.  Maybe he'd get some inspiration.

With really no idea how he was going to make this happen, Jared turned off
his water, and left the shower.  On his way out, he passed Favre and
Peterson showering next to each other.

 And very close to each other.  Jared was distracted about Romo, and barely
noticed. He went to his locker, threw on some clothes and headed out to the
tunnel.

There were still some press loitering in the hall as players filtered out,
and Jared was cornered by a reporter he knew from the local paper.  Jared
was in no mood to talk, but he knew he was well-liked in the Twin Cities,
so he was cordial and answered the reporters questions.  In the middle of
an answer, something caught Jared's eye, and he looked up just in time to
see Romo dressed and headed up the tunnel.  Romo was leaving!  Jared didn't
know what the hell he was supposed to do, but his heart sank at the thought
that he missed his opportunity.

He wrapped up the interview and hurried up the tunnel in the hopes he could
see where Romo had gone.  But by the time Jared was out in the open air,
the Cowboys team bus was gone.  He saw no sign of Romo---or, for that
matter, Witten.  Unsure of his next step, Jared went back into the
Metrodome, figuring he'd poke around the visitors locker room in case
Witten was still there.

The Cowboys locker room was all but empty.  Some straggling players were
still getting dressed, and a couple of dinged up Cowboys were getting
attention in the therapy rooms.  There was no sign of Romo or Witten.

Jared was pissed.  How could he screw up his big plan in just the second
week?  He went to his car, got in and turned up the radio, and drove home
cursing the fact that he had fucked it up.  He figured he'd go home and
start figuring out how he would get back on track next week against the
Giants.  Just as he was starting to feel better about things, he noticed
his cell phone was flashing.

"10:00" was all the text message from Jason said.  Suddenly Jared was
feeling much better about things.

* * * * * * *

Jared had long fantasized about another hot fuck session with Jason, and he
was thrilled that he was going to get the chance tonight.  He was still
disappointed that he couldn't fuck Romo, but the thought of Witten's huge
frame, and huge cut cock, and hard muscled ass was more than enough to
compensate. It was all Jared could to do keep from jerking off all evening,
as he sat around watching the clock.  When it was finally 9:00, Jared
pulled on a clean jock, a pair of mesh shorts, and a Vikings t shirt, and
drove over to the stadium.  The Metrodome was all but a ghost town when
Jared arrived.  The game had ended at 3:00, and the only cars in the lot
belonged to the crews that clean the stadium.  A stray equipment truck from
the network was packing up the last few coils of cable.  The player's
entrance was dark, but the security guard was there, watching the Sunday
night game.  He distractedly waved Jared in.

The halls were dark as Jared headed to the visitor's locker room.  He
pushed the door open, and there were hardly any lights on.

"Jason?" asked Jared expectantly, but there was no answer.  "Hello?"  No
one answered.  Jared walked into the main locker area and saw that the
Cowboys equipment crew had apparently already been through.  The taped
labels were torn down, and not a piece of equipment was to be found.  Jared
wound his away through the tables and chairs, and headed deeper into the
other parts of the locker room.

Remembering his great good fortune last week, he checked the film room.
Nothing there.  The therapy rooms, with their body-sized tables, were
empty.  No lights were on in the coaches' offices.  Jared could, however,
hear what sounded like water.  The showers!  Jared headed toward the
bathroom.  In the front area, by the sinks and stalls, the mirrors were all
fogged over with the steamy air.  Clearly someone had been running the
showers for a while.  It was hot and sticky.  Jared's shirt started
sticking to his broad shoulders and chest as he explored the area.  The
stalls were all empty, and there was no sign of anyone in this part of the
room.

Jared peered around the wall into the showers, but it was hard to see with
the steam and the low lighting.  Jared's cock gave a jump as he realized he
could hear whispers coming from somewhere in the showers.  He couldn't even
see shapes in the steam, but there was definitely something going on in the
back.

"Jason?" asked Jared quietly.  The whispers stopped.  Jared didn't know
what to think.  Jason told him to be here at 10:00.  Here was Jared, in the
locker room, at 10:00, but there was no sign of Jason.  When he tried to
get the attention of whoever was in the showers, they were startled and
shut up.  Jared waited for a few minutes, unsure of his next step, when he
heard the noise start back up from back in the showers.

"Fuck it," thought Jared.  Jason told me to be here, I'm going to be here.
He peeled off his now damp shirt, slipped out of his flip flops and yanked
down his shorts. With just his jock on, he stepped into the showers of the
Cowboy's locker room, his heart racing, and his mind hoping that Jason
Witten was waiting at the far end.

"Mmmnh. . . yeah . . . oh yeah . . . fu-u-u-u-ck yeah," heard Jared as got
about halfway across the steam-filled shower room.  His cock started to
swell at the unmistakeable sound of sex.

"I knew you wouldn't fuck me over, Jason," he thought as he walked a little
more confidently toward the noises.

"Yeah, like that," said the same voice more forcefully.  "Give me that big
Romo cock, you stud."  Jared stopped short.

"No shit!  It's Romo!" he thought to himself.  "Jason really isn't fucking
me over.  And is Jason getting fucked by Romo?" wondered Jared.  If so
great, but that also didn't seem like Jason, from what he remembered. Jason
liked thick redneck boys like Jared, not Hollywood pretty boys like Romo.
Jared, for his part, couldn't give a rats ass: a hot cock and ass is a hot
cock and ass.  You don't have to marry them, just have fun with them.

"Yeah, boy," said another voice, "you like that fat cock don't you?  I'm
the only one who can give it to you like you like it, aren't I?  You need
me to feel satisfied, don't you?"  "Alright," thought Jared, "that's Romo,
alright.  But who's he fucking."

"Yeah, I need it you stud," said the second, higher-pitched voice.  "I want
nothing more than to get fucked by your fat QB cock.  Give it to me all
night long.  I just want to please you."  Jared stepped closer and realized
the guy getting fucked---and fucked pretty well from what he could
see---was smaller and more slightly built.

"That's right, Shaun," said Romo, "tell me how you need me." Jared still
wasn't sure who the hell was getting fucked, as he stepped ever closer to
the two whose backs were turned away from him.  He was getting hard from
the scene, and his jock was bulging.  But he didn't know who the hell Romo
was fucking.  He didn't really care, either.  Romo was hot, and this view
of his muscular ass pounding the smaller man was actually pretty fucking
hot.

Jared decided to take a moment to enjoy the view.  He leaned against the
wall and lazily played with a nipple while he stroked his growing,
jock-covered cock.  As he played with himself, he was quickly too big for
the jock, and he pulled his thick eight and a half inch cock out of the
side of his jock and casually stroked it while tweaking himself.  Jared
loved to look at his thick veiny cock poking out of a jock, and that's
exactly what he was doing when Romo and his bottom changed positions.

"What the fuck?" screamed the bottom, as he leaped up from the floor where
he was getting ready to get fucked by Romo doggie style.  Jared was
startled but tried his best to play it cool---as cool as you could be when
you were caught in a jockstrap with your hard cock out jerking off in a
supposedly private shower where you were secretly watching two professional
athletes fuck.

"Just 'cause it's the visitors locker room doesn't mean the home team's not
welcome," said Jared with a rasp.  When the line was halfway out, he knew
it was ridiculous, but he didn't know what the hell else to say.  It also
gave him a chance to get a look at the bottom.  It was Shaun Suisham, the
Cowboy's baby-faced kicker.  Jared knew him as the Redskins kicker who was
released after blowing the Saints game.  He was five inches shorter than
Jared, but he had a nice body, and a really cute face that looked much
younger than his 28 years. His thin, short dick had wilted at the
interruption.  Jared had jerked off thinking about fucking the pretty boy
more than once.  What a pleasant surprise. . .

"What the fuck?" repeated Shaun. "What kind of bullshit line is that?
You're some creep who sneaks into the other team's locker room after hours
and then jerks off watching two gay guys fuck?"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," said Romo.  "We're not 'two gay guys,' dude.  This
little fag loves to get fucked, and strokes my ego, so I give it to him
from time to time.  Don't get the wrong idea."

"Don't worry, Romo," said Jared, finding his stride as Suisham shot a hurt
look Romo's way, "I get it.  You didn't look gay at all with that hard cock
of yours plunging in and out of his ass a few minutes ago."

"Fuck you," spat Romo.  "You don't know what you're talking about.  I'm not
gay.  I just like to get served by the kicker.  That's all.  And besides,
what the fuck are you going to do about it?"

"I figured I could join in," said Jared striding forward.  He had three
inches and at least thirty pounds on Romo, and he looked almost half again
as big as Suisham.  "I figured you boys wouldn't mind."

Suisham responded first---and enthusiastically.  "Not at all," he said, his
cock already hard again.

"Sure," smiled Romo, "you can help Shaun serve me."  Romo started stroking
his cock in the shower stream as Shaun dropped to his knees and dove toward
Romo's nuts.  Jared got his first glimpse of the cock he saw a suggestion
of earlier in the day.  Romo's quickly hardening uncut cock was almost as
thick as Jared's, and at least eight inches long.  On Romo's slightly
smaller frame, it looked about as big as Jared's, and the sight of the sexy
kicker on his knees with Romo's big nuts in his mouth as Romo worked his
dick was enough to get Jared's cock back to full mast.

Jared dropped to his knees, and pushed Romo's hand out of the way.  He
wrapped a big hand around Romo's meat, and pulled the foreskin up over the
head of Romo's cock.  Jared stuck out his tongue and ran it under the loose
foreskin all around Romo's cock head, the water of the shower cascading
down Romo's hot body and onto his fat cock.  Romo let out a long moan as
Jared's tongue did its work, and Jared felt Shaun's wet hair pressed
against his chest as the blond bottom tongued Romo's heavy nuts. Romo was
clearly loving this, and Jared could feel Romo's cock pulsing in his hand
as it got harder and harder.

Jared happily relaxed his hand and drew back the foreskin revealing Romo's
big red cock head.  Jared opened wide, and took the fat meat into his
mouth.  Romo's head was wet from the shower, but Jared could taste the
sweetness of what had to be precum.  It got Jared rock hard, and he pulled
his cock and big heavy nuts out from under the restraint of his jock.
Jared jerked his fat dick as he tongued Romo's piss slit and tasted the
sweet precum.  Shaun was still working on Romo's nuts as Jared started
easing his way down Romo's shaft.  Romo let out a long low sigh as Jared
took inch after inch into his expert throat.  In no time, Jared had his
goatee pressed into Romo's pubes, and eight inches of fat, uncut superstar
cock wedged in his throat.  Jared could feel Shaun's tongue run across his
neck and goatee as the smaller man kept working over Romo's nuts.

"God damn, that's a hot fucking mouth, Allen," said a nearly breathless
Romo. "You suck all the boys' cocks that well, or do I just turn you on
that much?"  Jared let Romo talk to himself, and settled into giving the
hot QB as good a blow job as he knew how.  Shaun, meanwhile, had abandoned
Romo's nuts, and was trying to deep throat Jared's big cock.  Shaun's mouth
was wet and hot, but he couldn't swallow anywhere near all of Jared's big
meat.

"Shaun!" barked Romo when he noticed that Jared was getting his cock
sucked. "Get back here and eat my ass!"  Shaun dutifully rose to his feet,
walked behind Romo, and dove between his muscular cheeks.  "Oh fuck yeah,
that's it," sigh Romo.

Jared was on his knees in front of Romo, sucking away, and actually loving
the feeling of this big pretty cock plunging down his throat.  Apparently
tired of standing, Romo pulled his dick out of Jared's throat, and dropped
to his knees.

"Get on all fours and serve me, Allen," said Romo, lazily pulling his
foreskin back and forth over his cock.  "Let me see that jock strapped ass
of yours while you suck me.  I might want to fuck you later."  Jared got on
all fours in front of Romo, and went back to sucking his cock, assuming
Shaun was still behind Romo, tonguing his hole. Romo reached down Jared's
strong, well-muscled back, and grabbed the waistband of the jock. With his
cock in Jared's mouth, he pulled the waistband toward him, pulling Jared's
mouth toward him.  "Fuck yeah, take that cock," said Romo as he used
Jared's jock as a handle to impale the Viking stud on his big cock.  Jared
could taste precum in his mouth as Romo pulled him back and forth, so
clearly he was in heaven.  Jared just needed to figure out how to turn the
tables on a Romo who clearly thought he was going to be fucking.

Romo let go of the waistband, and reached down to slap Jared's muscled ass
cheeks.  Jared loved it.  He always liked getting spanked a little before
he bottomed, but he wasn't going to take Romo's dick today.  Despite
himself, he was getting more turned on as Romo kept slapping his ass.

"Nice, big round jock ass, Allen.  I bet you've got a hot hole that my dick
would feel great in."  Jared ignored it, even though he was really getting
turned on by the idea.  Suddenly, Romo's hand was replaced by two hands
that spread apart Jared's ass. "That's right," said Romo, "dive in there
and get it ready for me."  Jared figured that Shaun had moved around from
Romo's ass--it was always hard to rim someone who was kneeling.

Shaun was rimming the hell out of Jared's hole.  Jared still had a mouthful
of Romo's big uncut cock and was loving the chance to get in his pants, and
now he was in ecstasy at the amazing rimming he was getting from the
Cowboy's kicker.  Shaun slapped his hands on Jared's cheeks and spread them
apart, running his broad flat tongue from the base of Jared's nuts all the
way up his crack.  Then he would dive toward Jared's twitching hole and
lick over and over again to get it wet.  With his one free hand, Jared was
furiously jerking his big dick as the rim job got more and more intense.
When Jared felt Shaun's tongue open him up and slide in Jared thought he
was going to cum.  He was moaning on Romo's cock the whole time.

"I think he likes it," said Romo, "his moans are like a vibrator on my
cock."  Jared moaned appreciatively in response and went down to work on
Romo's big nuts.  Jared took the mouthful of one nut and rolled it around
as Shaun kept working on his hole.  Jared was jerking his cock and his
heavy nuts bounced against the base of the jockstrap.  "Damn, your ass
looks so good in this jock," said a voice Jason wasn't expecting to be
behind him.  As he thought about the voice, he noticed that from down at
Romo's nuts, he could see that Shaun was still behind Romo working his
hole.  Then who the fuck was . . .

Jared's thoughts were cut short by the unmistakeable feeling of a bare fat
cock resting against his hole.  The cock teased Jared's wet hole, and then
ran up and down Jared's crack.  It was clearly huge.  He dropped Romo's nut
out of his mouth, and looked over his shoulder to see Jason Witten wet and
naked and hard with this cock wedged in Jared ass.  "Surprise, shit for
brains," said Jason with a smile, as he lined his cock up against Jared's
hole.  Romo laughed and grabbed Jared's cock.

"You've got a job to do," said Romo as he started deeply face fucking
Jared.  At the same time, Jared felt Witten push his fat dick against
Jared's hole.

"Damn," thought Jared to himself, "this is already better than Hawaii.  Why
the fuck didn't I come up with this plan years ago?"  As he hit himself for
his stupidity in not thinking of this sooner, Jared was treated to the
sensation of a beer can thick nine inch cock slowly pushing into his hole.
Jared was delirious with pleasure as the 6'5" tight end slid into his hole.

"I've been thinking about this ass ever since that night in 2007," said
Jason once he was balls deep in Jared's hole. "Too bad you never tried to
get together again."  "Fuck this," though Jared.  "I just want to get
fucked again, enough with this feelings bullshit."

"Fuck that," said Romo aloud.  "Just fuck him, and let's get to business."
Romo pulled his cock out of Jared's mouth and stood up.  "Get on all fours
and give me your ass," he told Shaun.  The kicker got on all fours facing
the much larger Vikings stud, and Romo kneeled behind him.  Jared felt
Jason start thrusting, and his cock was now leaking a steady stream of
precum, despite the fact that Jared hadn't touched in for minutes.

"Yeah, stud, give me that big cock," said Jared as the massive tight end
plugged Jared's hole with his equally massive cock.

"Take that cock, bitch," said Romo as he plunged balls deep into Suisham.
Jared's face was just about six inches from the kicker, and he was turned
on watching it contort as he took Romo's big cock up his ass.  Witten was
plunging deep and rhythmically, just the way Jared liked it, but Romo was
pounding the hell out of poor Suisham.  Shaun was letting out a
high-pitched moan with each thrust, and Jared had to admit that Romo was a
sexy stud back there fucking the smaller man. As Romo thrust, Shaun kept
inching forward, and before long, his face was right against Jared's.  The
two started making out while Witten tore into Jared's ass, and Romo fucked
Suisham.

"God damn this ass is too fucking tight for me," said Witten breathlessly
as Jared felt him stiff and slow down his thrusts.

"Fuck yeah, stud, give me that load," said Jared as he backed onto Witten's
fat dick.  Jared almost came as he listened to Witten's gasps and felt his
monster cock pulse and drop eight thick shots of hot cum nine inches deep
into Jared.  Witten pulled out with an audible pop, and Jared relished the
feeling of Jason's hot load dripping out of his hole.  "Come on, Romo,"
said Jared with a sudden idea, "why are you doing all the work?  Lie down
and make your bitch fuck himself on your cock."

"Good fucking question, Allen," said Romo, as he stopped fucking Suisham
mid thrust.  Witten was now on his feet and moving around Jared, his cock
looking slimy and delicious as it deflated.  "Get up and fuck yourself on
my big cock," ordered Romo.

Witten and Jared shared a look---and a smile---as Romo lay down on the
tile, withdrew his foreskin, and stood his fat dick straight up in the air.

"Here," volunteered Witten, "let us help."  Jared and Witten each took a
shoulder, as they helped guide the eager blond bottom down onto Romo's
cock.  Jared's cock was so hard it was almost purple, and Witten's big meat
was hanging soft but still full size.  The two big studs held onto
Suisham's shoulders and lifted him up and down to impale him on Romo's big
cock.  The two caught each other's eyes, and exchanged a deep kiss, as Romo
shouted encouragement at the human fuck toy that was his.  When they broke
the kiss, Jared looked down at the scene below him.

"Romo, you're still thrusting.  You need to let this bottom bitch do all
the work.  We'll help."  Jared and Witten let go of Suisham, who got his
feet under himself and started bouncing up and down on Romo's big cock.
Suisham's five inch cock was rock hard, and he stroked it furiously as he
took the fat eight inches deep inside him over and over again.  Jared went
down to Romo's legs, and put his weight on the QB's knees.  "Don't use your
legs," he said to Romo.  "Just lie there and let him get you off with his
ass."

"And don't use your arms either," said Witten, getting the hint. He dropped
to his knees and put his strong hands on Romo's shoulders.

"Yeah, stud," said Suisham, obviously enjoying the attention, "let my ass
drain your balls."

"This'll take forever, guys.  I know you two just had your big moment over
there, but I still need to shoot," protested Romo.

"Just give it a shot," said Jared.

"But I'm ready to cum.  If I fuck him, it won't take long at all."  Witten
looked down at the hot QB's face, and his cock started to stir again.

"Here, suck on this and shut up," said Witten, jamming his fat dick down
Romo's throat.  Romo tried to protest, but he couldn't say anything clearly
with the beer can thick cock in his mouth.

"Don't do that," gasped Suisham, "Anthony's not gay.  He just likes to get
served. He won't like that at all."

"Dude, watch your cock," said Jared with genuine concern, "you need that.
Asshole might bite you."

"Good idea," said Witten, as he withdrew his fat hog from Romo's mouth.

"You assholes," cried Romo when the big dick was out of his mouth.  But it
was the last thing he got out.

"This'll work much better," said Witten as he lowered his beefy ass onto
Romo's face.  "Lick my hole, Romo."  Jared could hear Romo trying to say
something, but it was muffled.  Jared had to admit he was a little jealous.
He would love to be on either end of that arrangement.  "I think you have
something you need to do, don't you?" said Witten with a smile on his face.

"You knew!" said Jared, lightbulbs suddenly going off in his head.

"Welker," was all Witten said as he smiled broadly, satisfied at his day's
work.  "He told me about last week.  I figured I'd be happy to help you put
this arrogant piece of shit in his place.  I knew he used Suisham, and I'd
once used Suisham myself.  I knew they both knew about me. I tipped you
off, and gave up the sack.  Figured it would be good for you, good for
Romo, good for the team.  And I thought I might get to plow you out of the
whole deal."  Witten couldn't have looked prouder of himself.  Having
overheard everything, Romo was now talking louder into Witten's beefy ass.
"You should take your chance now," said Witten to Jared.  "Get off him,
Shaun."

Jared's cock spurted some precum as he saw Romo's cock plop out of the
kicker's tight smooth hole.  Romo was still hard as a rock, despite being
pinned down by his own tight end and forced to get a face full of ass for
the first time in his life.  Romo tried to kick his legs free of Jared's
grasp but the defensive end was bigger and stronger, and---it seemed to
Jared---Romo wasn't really trying all that hard to break free.

Jared lifted Romo's legs up onto his shoulders, and felt down to Romo's
crack.  His hole was still slick with Shaun's spit from earlier.  Jared
could hear Romo's moans increase as he bent the QB's legs back and settled
in between.  Jared looked down and saw a pool of precum on Romo's hard
stomach where his cock head was rubbing against his hair.  Romo's big balls
were large and loose and filled the space between the stud's muscular legs.
Jared lined up his big cock with Romo's hole, and pushed it slowly in with
the kicker's spit for lube.

Romo was gasping into Witten's ass, which apparently felt great, because
Witten's big dick was hard again.

"Give it to him," said Witten.  And Jared pushed his dick all the way into
Romo's tight hole.  Jared could tell from how tight Romo was that he had
never been fucked before.  Jared slowly pulled half of his fat dick out and
spit down on it to help lube things up.  He pushed back in and it felt a
little better.  Jared's face was right by Witten's as he settled his balls
against Romo's ass.  He leaned in and deeply tongue kissed the big tight
end as he started gently thrusting into Romo's hole.  Jared slowly built up
speed and started plunging more of his eight and a half inches deep into
Romo while he passionately made out with Jason. After a couple of minutes,
Jason pulled away.

"Fuck, dude," said Jason with a look of astonishment on his face, "Romo's
rimming me!  He's actually tonguing my hole."  Jared just laughed and
flexed his cock deep in Romo's ass.  Jason got up of Romo, and he and Jared
both smiled when they saw the look of contorted pleasure on Romo's face as
Jared plunged in and out of his hole. "Come here, Shaun," said Jason, as he
stroked his newly hard cock.  Shaun stepped over and bent over.  Jason
stood away from Jared fucking Romo, facing Jared.  Shaun bent over, grabbed
his knees, and let Jason start fucking him.

Romo was thrashing his head back and forth and moaning as Jared kept
thrusting deep inside him. "Fuck yeah, Allen.  Give me that big cock.  Make
me your bitch you big stud," shouted Romo, clearly loving his first good
fuck.

"Oh shit," said Shaun as Jason forced his nine inch monster deep inside
him.  Jared kept his eyes on Jason as the huge tight end flexed every
muscle in his body as he fucked the hell out of the smaller kicker.

"You ready for my load, Romo?" asked Jared, his breath quickening as he
watched the stud Witten fuck Shaun.

"Oh shit!" cried Shaun suddenly as he started to cum.  Jared knew how good
Jason's cock felt, so he wasn't surprised Shaun didn't last.  Shaun's
little cock started spewing a fountain of cum down onto Romo's face.

"Oh fuck," cried Romo as the kicker's cum rained down on him and Jared kept
pounding away.  "Fuck yeah, give me your seed," he said as he licked around
his lips, hungry for every drop of cum he could get.  Jason pulled out of
the spent Shaun, and dropped to his knees in over Romo's head.  He dropped
his nuts into Romo's now eager mouth as he started jerking his cock
furiously.

"You dump in his ass, and I'll feed him," said Jason to a nearly spent
Jared.  "Fuck yeah, studs, give me your loads," said Romo.  Romo was now
moaning "oh fuck" over and over again as he was driven wild by Jason's big
nuts over his tongue, Jared's big cock almost nine inches up his ass, and
his own cock on the verge of cumming on his hairy stomach.

Jason came first, with a body-shaking orgasm that dumped several thick
white ropes of cum all over Romo's face.  Jared gave one last deep thrust
into Romo, let out a scream, and dumped an enormous load into the gut of
the star QB.  When he tasted his tight end's load and felt Jared's giant
cock lodge itself and start cumming, Romo dropped his own load in a pool on
his stomach.  The three collapsed, breathless and spent.

"For the record," said Jared to the air, "you're the one who never tried to
get together again."


* * * * * * *


Jared couldn't believe what was happening.  He was racking up sacks, he was
fucking star QBs, and he'd finally touched base with Witten again.  His
life had never been better.  He went home and slept like the dead, his cock
hard most of the night with dreams reliving the past week.  He woke up
early the next morning to get started on getting ready for next week's game
against the Giants.