Date: Wed, 6 Feb 2008 09:08:26 -0800 (PST)
From: k d <dk2891@yahoo.com>
Subject: Romo's Bad Game

  Hey guys!  Been awhile since I've gotten a story out, so I hope it's a
good one.  This one was, of course, inspired by a regular season loss for
the Dallas Cowboys where Jessica Simpson featured prominently.  If you hate
the Cowboys or football in general, don't worry -- there's not much here
;) As always, I know nothing about Tony Romo's sexuality.  I'd love to hear
your comments, so hit me up at dk2891@yahoo.com or check out my Yahoo group
at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/dk_erotic_stories.  Hope you enjoy!

  "Making the Best of a Bad Game"

  I narrowed my eyes in concentration as I gazed across the bar at the
familiar-looking cute guy, sipping on a mixed drink.  I never would have
figured Tony Romo would show his face at a dive like this, but then I
suppose stranger things have happened.  Today had been a bad day for the
guy, of course.  He'd played horribly in a loss against the Philadelphia
Eagles that most of the Cowboys fans seemed to blame on his bubbly
girlfriend, Jessica Simpson.  I guess if I was him, I wouldn't want to show
my face in one of the hot Dallas clubs or one of the post-game parties
hosted by the big wigs.

  I sauntered over to Romo, just as he finished his fourth whiskey and
coke.  "Another?" I asked helpfully as he looked up to me.

  He nodded with a smile, his grin lighting up his face as I'd seen a
hundred times on the television.  Even drunk, the dude was gorgeous.  As I
poured his whiskey over ice, he stopped me before I could fill the
remainder with coke. "You know, let's just stick to whiskey, okay?  Make
this one a double."

  As I put a second shot of whiskey over ice for him, I watched him run a
hand through his short hair absentmindedly.  Feeling just a hair flirty, I
slid the drink over to him and winked as I told him it was on the house.
This wasn't a gay bar, but I was out and not above hitting on cute guys at
work.  It was a more than a little thrilling to hit on the Cowboys' star
quarterback, even if it was after the worst game of his career.  He just
smiled back and thanked me for the drink, dropping a sizeable tip in the
jar.

  I wandered back over to another section of the bar to tend to some of my
other customers, most of whom hadn't recognized our celebrity.  Those that
did seemed to just whisper at their tables and gawk, but left him in peace.
I chatted up one of my regulars as she gossiped about someone else who came
into the bar regularly.  I didn't much care, but any good bartender knows
how to work the tip jar.

  Once I got her squared away, I went to check on Tony again - who had
finished his drink by now.  When I walked by him, he was just kinda staring
off into space sadly, not paying attention to much of anything.  "Sir," I
started, purposely not calling him by name, "Do you want another drink?"

  He slowly turned his head away from the wall to look at me and smiled
slightly, "Sure.  What the fuck, right?  Nobody else wants to see me
tonight, anyway."

  Frowning, I leaned forward and put my elbows on the bar.  He just looked
at me with drunken interest, wondering what I was going to say.  "You
know," I said conspiratorially, "It doesn't matter what they're all talking
about.  If you like her, you like her."

  He grinned again, that intoxicating brightness warming me, "I don't like
her though, you know?  I just... need to be seen with somebody, right?"  He
closed his eyes and whispered, "She's just such a fucking bad actress --
can't even stay low key in a god damn skybox."

  I paused slightly before responding, "I'd disagree with you... but, I saw
Dukes of Hazzard."

  The Cowboy looked at me for a long second, considering what I had said,
before his face finally cracked a smile and then broke into laughter.  I
smiled despite myself and started making another drink for him.  Feeling a
little emboldened by his drunken claim not to like his girlfriend, I poured
myself a shot too.  Holding it up against his double shot, I asked, "What
should we toast to?"

  "Hm..." he said exaggeratedly, before locking eyes with me, "to escape."

  "To escape, then," I said, touching the edge of my shot to his before
downing it quickly.  Fully ignoring my other customers, I watched him shoot
his drink and asked "How do you escape, besides your whiskey?"

  He clearly operated very slowly when he was drinking, because he watched
me for several long moments after I asked the question.  After the pregnant
pause, he said, "Depends on who I'm with."

  I couldn't stop myself from blushing and I finally had to break his gaze,
which was smoldering and unyielding.  I knew we were flirting with each
other now, so I poured myself another shot and downed it while the other
bartender picked up my slack with the other customers.  I was a good
looking guy, a little younger than Tony at 24.  I had short brown hair,
spiked in the front and stood around 5'9" with a lean build.

  When I turned back to him, he smiled and said, "Thought that might have
been too much for you."

  "Not at all, I..." I started, but I was cut off by my coworker who didn't
recognize my celebrity flirt.

  "Alex," she hissed, "Will you please help me?  I know he's cute, but
you've only got twenty minutes left.  Hook up with him later, but get off
the damn bar or I'm taking your tip jar."

  I was about to get pissed, but Tony intervened, "She's right.  I'm gonna
head off..."  I felt my heart fucking sink.  I was tempted to kill the
bitch for running him off, but then he quickly scribbled an address on a
napkin, "Come on out to the house... if you want."  He was already flushed
from the alcohol, but he turned another shade darker as he invited me home.
"My roommate is out, so we'll have some time."

  Grinning, I accepted the address as he made his way off to catch his cab
home.

  ***

  His house was more modest than I'd expect of a couple of pro-football
players to rent, but it was nice.  I rang the doorbell and the door opened
quickly.  Tony was still flushed from the alcohol and had a faint sheen of
sweat across his forehead, but had changed into a sexy gray t-shirt that
hung to his pecs and loose pair of boxers.  The alcohol had really hit him
while he waited, I guess, because he didn't even say anything.  He just
leaned forward with a delirious grin on his face and kissed me in the
doorway.

  I parted my lips and instinctively licked across his, tasting the burn of
whiskey on him.  I knew it was stupid to make out on the front porch, but I
couldn't help it and sank into his arms as he embraced me.  His tongue
swept into my mouth and we made out for another minute or so before a car
driving by illuminated us in its headlights.  He pulled back reluctantly,
biting playfully at my bottom lip.

  "Come on in," he said, slightly slurring his words and pulling me into
the apartment.

  I kicked the door closed behind me, as he moved in for another kiss.  As
I parted my lips again, though, he only brushed them with his, before he
kissed across my stubbled jaw line.  I shivered slightly as he blew across
my ear and couldn't stop myself from reaching my hands under his shirt.  He
lowered himself to my neck as my hands explored his firm body.  I leaned my
head back as his thick tongue washed over my adam's apple, before he
settled in on the soft skin at the base of my neck.

  I was so fucking hot for him, I had to get his shirt off.  I tugged my
hands upward, forcing him to break off assaulting my neck as the tight gray
shirt slid up over his head.  "You're so... sexy," I said stupidly, not
knowing what else to say at the sight of the half naked Romo.  He had a
firm upper body, killer biceps, and a nice flat stomach; plus, just a
stitch of dark hair between his pecs and below his belly button.

  He grinned at the compliment as I leaned forward and trolled my lips
across his chest.  As I tongued his biceps, he flexed for me playfully with
a laugh and let me bite the taut muscle there.  I drifted down from his
bicep and returned to his defined chest.  Playfully, I finally clamped down
on one of his nipples.  He yelped, but put his hand to the back of my head
as I swabbed my tongue over the tender nub.  I heard a moan escape his
mouth as I worked on his nipple, but ever so gently I felt his hand start
pushing my head further south.  Happy to oblige the star, I slid down onto
my knees and kissed his stomach.  He inhaled sharply in anticipation as my
whiskey-laden breath blew across his stomach.

  "Go on," he whispered quietly.

  I kissed his stomach one more time, before quickly dropping his boxers to
the floor.  His thick cock bobbed in the air in front of me, the slick head
belying how into this he really was.  While I watched him, a pearl of
precum slid out of his piss slit and prepared to drip off of his dick.
Moving with purpose, I stuck my tongue out and tasted Romo for the first
time.  The sweet flavor wasn't that different than anybody else's, I
suppose, but it was exciting to think about who I was with.  I grabbed the
base of his cock with my hand and pushed it up, flat against his taut
stomach.  Leaning down, I drug my tongue slowly across the entire length of
this dick and then back up again.

  He sighed loudly above me as I finally took the head into my mouth and
sucked more of the sweet precum out of his dick.  He was pretty eager
though and gently started pushing his length further into my mouth.  I
wanted it to, so I joined him and sucked him deeper into my mouth.  I
washed my tongue roughly against the underside of his cock, feeling him
jerk as I did it.  I tried as hard as I could to deepthroat him, but I
couldn't quite get all the way.  For a second, I just stayed like that --
dick wedged into my mouth and throat as deep as I could get him, enjoying
the sexy, sweaty scent of the football stud.  Then, I attacked his cock
with fury.  I slid back to his head fast, swabbing my tongue as I went,
before plunging back down the length.  I reached up and started massaging
his lightly haired nuts with my hand, as I blew him.

  "Aw, fuck Alex..." he moaned, running his hands through his short hair,
"It's been awhile, I don't want to lose it so fast..."

  I pondered the situation for a second as I sucked his dick.  On one hand,
Tony was still in his twenties -- I figured he'd be good for another
round.  We were both fucking drunk though and might just crash after sex...
I wanted him to fuck me so bad, so I decided to pull back.  Slowly, I
pulled my lips off of his cockhead, leaving him bobbing wetly in the cool
air again.

  Tony pulled me up and yanked my shirt up over my head, before pushing me
down onto his couch and kneeling between my legs.  As he was unbuckling my
belt, I blurted stupidly, "So, this is real?  You really suck cock?"

  He winked, "I'm good at it, too."  He pulled my jeans and boxer briefs
down to my knees and quickly engulfed my seven inches into his mouth.  "Oh,
fuck Tony..." I groaned, threading my hands through his dark hair.  Unlike
me, he could deepthroat and sunk all the way down to the hairy base of my
dick.  It had been a little while for me too and I just writhed on the
couch, enjoying every sensation radiating out from my dick as he blew me
expertly.  I yelped as he reached one of his hands up to tweak one of my
nipples.  His eyes, as he looked up at me, were dark with lust.  I would
have loved to have talked dirty to him or something, but I was so fucking
lost in the blowjob that I couldn't think.

  Abruptly, he pulled off of my dick and yanked my jeans all the way off.
"Lean up against the wall," he said firmly.  I figured he was ready to
fuck.  It seemed like an unceremonial position, but, whatever.  I was
definitely not picky.  I leaned my knees up on the back of the couch and
pressed my hands against the wall.  He didn't fuck me, though.  His strong
hands grabbed my ass and he screwed his tongue deep into my asshole.  I was
glad that I was leaning against the couch, because my knees nearly buckled
as he started rimming me without warning.  Any lingering doubts I might
have had about his sexuality, even after the amazing blowjob, were erased
by feeling of this quarterback's tongue fucking my ass.

  Instinctively, I pressed my ass back -- hoping to help him go a little
deeper.  "Eat my ass, Tony," I grunted, closing my eyes in ecstacy.  His
tongue alternated between licking around the edges of my hole and then
plunging in fully.  We stayed like that for at least five minutes, but it
could have been longer.  "Tony," I moaned, "You've got to fuck me."

  He pulled himself away from my ass and I lowered myself down from the
wall.  He already had his condom ready and slid it down over his cock.  He
handed me some lube and asked with a smile, "Lube me up?"

  I laughed and squirted some of the gel into both of my hands and worked
both of them over his dick.  He leaned back against the couch and put his
hands behind his head and just grinned like he won the fucking Superbowl or
something as I worked over his dick with my hands.  "Alright, alright," he
finally said.  "No sense wasting a condom on a hand job," he added with a
wink.

  Without a word, I climbed on top of him and lowered myself down onto his
prick.  He closed his eyes and allowed a moan to escape his lips as his
cockhead popped in.  "Feels so good," he whispered and leaned in to kiss me
hard.  When our lips touched, I slowly started fucking myself up and down
on his cock -- any pain I felt draining away into pleasure has his
cockhead massaged my prostate.  We made out fiercely as I rode him, my own
dick dripping its precum onto his stomach.

  He broke our kiss, "I wanna fuck you, Alex...  Is that okay?"

  "Fuck yes," I hissed as I kissed him again and got off of his dick.  In
honesty, my legs were already a little tired from riding him.

  I wanted to look at him while he fucked me, so I got onto my back and
wrapped my legs around the stud quarterback as he pressed his dick into me.
He threw his head back in pleasure as I felt the familiar scrape of his
pubes against my ass and moaned, "You're so fucking tight."

  He started off slowly, but he got into a strong rhythm pretty quickly,
burying his dick into my ass repeatedly.  With every thrust he drove me
crazy, but he was calm and methodical as he nailed me.  You know the look I
mean, every guy who fucks well has it.  Sweat was rolling down his body and
his hair was a mess -- but, his face was just this perfect combination of
pleasure, focus, and hard work.  Every once in a while, I'd beg him to fuck
me harder -- which he'd always respond to with a shy grin and a few
minutes of extra hard pounding, before he'd go back to plugging away and
getting us both closer to cumming.

  After almost fifteen minutes of hard fucking, he brought one of his hands
up to wipe the sweat off of his brow, the dark hair under his arms damp and
curled.  He smiled at me and said, "I'm not gonna last much longer, man...
You're so fucking hot, I can't hold it."

  "I want to suck it out of you, Tony..." I whispered as he kept fucking
me.

  "Oh, yeah," he grinned that sexy smile again.  "I think we can do that."
After a couple more thrusts, I pulled out of my and took his condom off.  I
reoriented myself and started jerking my own dick as I sucked his back into
my mouth.  I watched him intently as I rode over his dick like a man
possessed.  "Fuck..  I'm cumming, Alex..."  I felt his nuts close up to his
body and his face contorted into pure pleasure.  He didn't say anything
else, but his mouth just fell open and gave a quite sigh as he lost his
load into my mouth.  His big cock unloaded several huge spurts of his seed
into my mouth, which I swallowed as fast as it came.  As I drank his cum,
my own cock erupted and spewed a string of my own spunk onto his couch.

  I pulled off of his dick after swallowing the last of his cum and pulled
him down onto me.  He laid on top of me and we kissed quickly.  As I
figured, with the effects of the alcohol and sex -- we both fell asleep
almost immediately.  I was afraid of awkwardness in the morning, but there
wasn't any.  We showered together and, before I left, we exchanged numbers.
I don't know whether I'll ever see him again or not, but its one hell of a
memory if I don't.

  Thanks for reading, guys!