Date: Thu, 01 Apr 1999 07:54:38 PST
From: Bill Drake <billdrake@hotmail.com>
Subject: SEC Spring Break

Spring Break (mm, celeb)
by Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail com)

WARNING: Following story contains depictions of male/male sex. Do not read
if underage or if such material offends you. This story is fictional and in
no way reflects on the real persons depicted.

Thanks to "Jock Lover" for his encouragement and advice. This story is the
sequel to his "After the Combine Draft" that appeared on ASSGM. Any
constructive criticism or feedback would be welcome at
billdrake@hotmail.com.


Spring Break 

Part 1

Tim Couch sat in his dorm room a happy and horny man. Happy because classes
were over for the week and Spring Break was beginning. Horny because it had
been a couple of days since he'd gotten laid. Now he lay back in his desk
chair wearing only a worn pair of levis. With the windows open, he could
feel the warm spring air blowing gently across his erect nipples. Rubbing
his hand along the mounds of muscle, the athlete felt the bulk of his pecs
and striations of his six-pack abs. He continued sliding his hand down,
under the waist of his jeans. "Fuck," he hissed as his prick jumped up to
meet his thick, callused hand. It seemed to Couch that his cock was always
hard and ready for action, even when he was getting regular service. Now it
felt on the point of explosion. Tim unbuttoned his fly and freed his
jockmeat into the afternoon air. Slowly he started stoking the shaft,
thinking about the great fuck he had Tuesday with the team's tight end.

Tim was awakened out of his reveries by a sudden knock at the door. Maybe
it was a teammate who he was planning to leave with tomorrow on their
annual trip to Florida. Maybe it was a fuckbuddy wanting some of Couch's
famous quarterback cockmeat. For that reason, he considered answering the
door with his hard prick in hand, but then thought he better tuck it in
just in case. "Just a sec," the athlete called out as he sauntered over to
answer.

Instead of either of the above, Peyton Manning stood in the doorway. "Peyt,
man! What are you doing in town?"

"Just thought I'd drop in on my old friend." Peyton explained. He was en
route from Indianapolis to Knoxville, to drop in his old buddies at the
University of Tennessee. It was their spring break, and he knew the guys
from the alma mater team would be partying it up -- and getting it up for
a week-long orgy down at the beach in Florida. Manning couldn't wait to
relive old times, and besides, if he got tired of football player ass,
Daytona always had tons of hardbodied frat jocks horny and looking for a
good fuck. He thought back to that senior year trip when he met three hunky
fratboys on the beach who invited the all-star QB back to their hotel room
and all offered their hot mouths and tight college butts to the hung
athlete.

That could wait, Peyton thought. After all, one of the studliest college
quarterbacks was standing in front of him wearing nothing but a faded pair
of jeans. The hot session he'd had with Couch, Joe Germaine, and Cade
McNown (with a little help from his longtime fuckbuddy Ryan Leaf) had been
the inspiration for his stopping in at the blonde-haired, blue-eyed
athlete's Kentucky dormroom. And he wasn't disappointed now he had finally
arrived. Couch was looking sexy as ever, his hard muscles bulging in full
view, the mound in his jeans looking pretty full.

Couch led the quarterback legend inside. He was forever in love with the
Manning's hard body. It was pure perfection for a 23-year old, with bulging
arms and a thick chest showing through the man's white oxford shirt. He
thought about their hot five-way at Peyton's home, about sucking his
sweat-soaked nipples, tongue-fucking his sweet ass.

The older quarterback reached out and began to feel Couch's taut chest and
broad shoulders. "How long has it been, Couch, three weeks?" "Something
like that," Couch could barely get out though the lust. The two men met in
a heated kiss.

Peyton pulled back and looked down at Couch's bulging crotch. He undid the
zipper of the strained jeans and plopped out Tim's thick 8.5 incher,
running his hand up and down the sensitive pole."Horny fuck, aren't we? I
bet you have to find some stud ass to fuck everyday after practice?"

The man was right. Couch was always worked up after a good hard practice,
working up a sweat with those other super-muscled collegiate athletes.
"Yeah, Peyt, I'm always plugging hard jock ass, from guys on the team or
around campus. But, you know, I really miss that big hard boner of yours."

Peyton's skilled hand was having an incredible effect on Couch. "Man if you
keep that up I, I..." "Yeah, stud, that's it, let go. Let it all fly out
that big cock of yours. I want your cum to shoot all the way up to my
face." Peyton jacked the prick at a faster pace, causing the hot, steaming
quarterback cream to spurt out all over Peyton's neck, chest and biceps.
Some even hit his stubble-covered face. Manning got off on watching the
expression of pure pleasure and stud lust on Couch's face. All the jock
come clung in whtie drops to Peyton's shirt and skin, and for a moment
Manning felt a tinge of regret the load didn't go down his own cocksucking
throat. But after all, he knew from experience that Tim was an extra-horny
bastard capable of getting off several jock loads in his man-sex sessions.

After catching his breath, Tim dropped his jeans and turned around, bending
over on his desk. "Peyt, man, I need you to fuck my ass." Peyton just
smiled and dropped his slacks. He jerked his 11 incher a couple of times to
spread the flow of precum along the shaft length. Quickly he positioned
himself behind Couch and nested the flaring cockhead in the puckering lips
of the Kentucky lead's jockhole. Just as tight as last time, Peyton thought
with a grin. With a smooth thrust, pushed his meat up into the hot jock
hole. Couch didn't usually bottom and took great pride in his fucking
abilities in the locker room. But getting plowed by Manning's monster jock
prick was another matter. That big fat cock head and the huge size of
Manning's dick made him feel incredible sensations he didn't know possible.

As that Peyton prick began to spear its way up tight Couch-ass, Tim raised
his torso up to rest his muscle-jock back against Peyton's firm chest.
Manning reached around and began rubbing the hot-stud's torso, playing with
the erect nipples, running his hands along the smooth skin and treasure
trail of hair that ran directly down to a throbbing hardon bouncing up and
down as Peyton thrusted his hard meat over and over again.

That ass felt incredible to Manning, who started a hard assault on it. "Oh
fuck, fuck, fuck, That tight ass, working my big man cock. How do you like
my dick fucking your hole, Couch? Pretty hot ass." Though he'd gotten
sucked off that morning, It'd been a while since his last piece of tight,
college-boy ass. It's wet softness was driving Manning to the edge. "Yeah,
take this cum, boy," he yelled, shoving his monster prick all the way in to
the hilt.

Couch about came again when Manning unloaded his load. His ass was stuffed
full of All-American beef, and it felt like Manning had shot a month's
worth of quarterback cum against Couch's slick ass walls. Afterward, Peyton
was still hard. He slowly stroked his massive cock inside Couch's
well-fucked guts, rubbing over the stud's prostrate, causing Couch to moan
and buck his ass cheeks back against Peyton's pubes. Manning considered
throwing Couch a good fuck again right then and there, but realized he had
all night to screw that fine college ass.

As soon as Peyton pulled out his still-stiff cock, Tim stood back up and
reached over to the telephone on the wall and began dialing. In his left
hand he stroked his hardon while waiting for the other end to pick up.

"Who are you calling?" Peyton asked.

"Just my jockbuddy teammates, man. I thought they might like a go at
licking your jock cum out of my ass. They all have the hots for you, you
know."

"Bring 'em on." Peyton proclaimed, rubbing his cock back to fully man-size
glory. It sounded like he and Couch had one stud-filled night of pure
athlete rutting ahead of them.


Part 2

Tim looked in the rearview mirror of his Ford Explorer. The guys were still
at it in the back seat. It was Seth, the team's kicker opening his legs to
give Paul, a senior tight end, room to plow him good. At 6'4" and 260 lbs.,
Paul was a massive hunk of an athlete, and his fat anaconda of a cock was
equally intimidating. A lot of guys would hesitate at taking such a huge
piece of meat. Fortunately, Seth couldn't get enough. Like all the fellows
on the team, he relished the times when Couch would choose his ass to fuck
after practice or a winning game, but he really got off on big, beefy guys
like Paul. Meanwhile, Paul had a thing for Seth's slightly trimmer jock
body and the long, slender piece of meat that hung between Seth's legs.

Tim's boner was hard as ever. Thankfully, he had long since shed his
shorts, since around Macon. Now, the hot Florida sun streaked through the
window onto the quarterback's hard naked jock body. It even made the beads
of precum dripping down his massive cockshaft glisten.

Craig, a short and very cute wide receiver, sat in front passenger seat in
a state of equal horniness. He'd been watching and listening to the guys in
the back get it on the whole ride down and his dick was aching for action.

Couch was alternating his eyes between the road and the hot scene that was
going on in the back seat when he felt a warm wetness on his dick. He
looked down and saw Craig lapping hungrily at his big cock. The receiver
licked up and down the wet, dripping cockshaft, driving Tim crazy with
lust. "Please, man, suck me.....Oh, that's it, let me feel your hot
cocksucking lips on my big dick." Craig was no novice at sucking jock dick,
and Tim knew he would explode soon. Amazingly, he was able to drive while
getting his big-man hardon hoovered by his teammate.

"Oh, fuck!" the two guys heard from the back seat. At that moment, Seth was
shooting his fourth load of hot mansperm onto the jock-buddies' discarded
clothes, while Paul rammed his fuckrod in and out of that smooth
bubblebutt.

Tim took one look in his rearview mirror and his nut exploded into Craig's
throat, a mega-load that had been building up all day. Craig wished he
could have tasted more of the stud cream, but had to be satisfied with the
full feeling in his stomach from this between-meals snack.

"Guys," Tim said as he recovered from his intense orgasm, "This is going to
be one fun trip."

				    ***

At that moment, Peyton was pulling his hard cock out of a horny sophomore's
mouth. The kid, who he'd only met that day, knew how to deep throat for
Manning's big mancock. He seemed pretty hungry for it, too. As Peyton
withdrew the thick shaft, he kept lapping up at the giant NFL fuckstick.
"You like that, stud?" the older athlete asked. The young man just groaned,
as Peyton rubbed his fat, plumed head all over the jock's wet lips. He
debated whether he should give the horny collegiate a taste of his
quarterback sperm or not, when he was startled by a loud voice.

"Manning! What the fuck's going on?" Peyton jumped a bit and his cockhead
slipped back into his new fuckpartner's waiting mouth. "Coach Fulmer!" he
exclaimed, "I was just... well, this guy offered, I mean...." The sophomore
resumed his oral attack of Peyton's eleven-incher.

"Can it, Manning," Phil Fulmer said, assuming the authoritarian tone he'd
used with the Vol quarterback years ago. Slowly and deliberately, he pulled
off his knit-shirt and Bike shorts, revealing a still-sexy body, kept firm
by steady weight-training. Up bounced a hard, mansized cock, a good nine
inches long and amazingly thick, too. He still inspired marvel in Peyton
Manning's eyes. "God, Coach, you're looking pretty hot."

Fulmer swaggered closer to the two young jocks in the locker room. He
smiled at Manning's lustful admiration of his body and rubbed his thick
cock up and down in enticement. "Still craving my big dick, huh, Peyt?"

"Fuck, yeah, Coach."

"Hey kid!" Fulmer barked at the younger man, who was still going wild on
Peyton's meat.

"Yeah, coach?"

"Beat it!"

The guy was obviously disappointed. He wanted like anything to swallow
Manning's load, but he knew the consequences of disobeying Coach's orders
(though sometimes the "punishment" wasn't all that bad). So he took one
last sight of Manning's meat as it plopped out of his mouth.

"Take care, kid," Peyton said encouragingly, as he tousled the guy's short
brown hair. He felt almost sorry for him, now that he could see the young
man had a hardon straining for relief. Still, he and his former coach had
some quality time to spend with each other.

As soon as the third man was gone, the two men fell into a heated embrace,
hardons pressing hard against each other. Fulmer loved the feel of
Manning's slimy dickhead rubbing pre-cum into the hairs of his stomach. His
hands cupped the athlete's firm ass mounds, while the two men explored each
other's mouth with their thick tongues.

Phil broke the kiss and reached up behind Peyton's head to begin to pull it
down. "Suck my big cock, Manning." Peyton needed no more encouragement.
Within seconds, his mouth was on that cock, building up a feverish pace on
the nine-inch shaft. "Yeah, that's it cocksucker. You missed my big mancock
fucking your face, didn't you?" Peyton just moaned and sucked harder and
deeped into his throat.  Occasionally, he could taste the coach's precum
oozing out, and that would only make him work harder on the man's aching
hardon.

"Gotta have you in me coach," Peyton gasped as he spit the huge cock out of
his mouth and pushed Phil down into a sitting position on the lockerroom
bench. He wasted no time in strattling Fulmer's waist, while guiding the
oversized prick up between his firm athlete buns, up the sweaty jock crack,
and deep into his hot, hungry manhole.

Fulmer gasped, he'd forgotten how hot a fuck Peyton was, forgot how those
ass lips and rectal walls seemed to swallow his dick hole. And the sight of
the twenty-three-year-old bouncing up and down, his large prick flapping
against those washboard abs....well, it was almost too hot a sight to take
in.

Peyton was hot for Fulmer, too. He'd had plenty of cock this first year of
his NFL career, and especially since the season's end had gotten it on with
the hunkiest guys and biggest football-jock dicks he could dream of. Still,
his old coach still knew what buttons to push and had the dick just for the
job.

Their orgasms were simultaneous. Peyton shot a shower of jock cream all
over Phil's bulging hairy chest, while Fulmer deposited a major load of
coach cream up Peyton's violated ass. Manning collapsed down onto Fulmer,
lodging the still hard, oozing coach cock up his bowels.

"Coach, that was fucking awesome. I love your hard dick up my butt."

"Do you want to see what it's like when the tables are turned?" Phil asked,
reaching up to play with Peyton's large brown nipples.

Peyton smiled, and began to lift up and down on the dick splitting his butt
in two. He slowly jacked off his cum-slicked hardon. "You want this meat
slicking its way up your tight ass, eh? Well have at it, man." Peyton
lifted up and climbed off Fulmer's large prick. He lay back on the bench
and pushed his own massive cock straight up in the air.

Fulmer stared in lust-filled delight and crawled onto Manning's muscular
jock body. He wasn't entirely in practice of taking dick, but Peyton's
super-hot body got him worked up enough to take telephone pole if he had
to. Not that the NFL meat felt any smaller at the moment. Fulmer wondered
how the star athlete could bottom so effortlessly, especially considering
his own cock wasn't much smaller than Manning's.

When the cock bottomed out, both studs were in heaven. Since both men had
just come, neither was in much of a hurry. They just settled into a nice
slow rhythm as Peyton gave Fulmer the fuck of a lifetime.

				    ***

The guys pulled up at their Daytona hotel a bit buzzed and tired from a
full day's travelling. They ventured across the street to a Mexican
restaurant for dinner and a couple of rounds of tequila, which immediately
sent them to drunkenness and near exhaustion.

Back at their hotel room, they decided to call it a day early and get ready
for bed. They all showered in turn and crawled naked into their double
beds. After the lights were out for a while, Tim was awakened by the noise
of Paul and Seth in their bed. The two were going at it again. Those two
horny fucks never seemed to stop. Not that Tim couldn't identify. He
reached down and felt his own throbbing hardon, aching for action. "Maybe I
can wake Craig up," he thought.

No need. Craig had heard the other two studs fucking away and was rolling
over to see if Tim was awake. The two met halfway in the middle of the bed,
their hardons rubbing. Tim loved Craig's short and built frame and firm
ass, while Craig of course got off on Couch's perfectly proportioned jock
body and oversized prick. The two locked in a kiss, their tongues lazily
lapping at each other while they traded stud saliva. Craig pulled off and
began licking Tim's evening stubble and working over his chin and neck. His
right hand felt Tim's rigid quarterback cock and began jacking it slowly.
"Man, I love this dick," he whispered into Tim's ear, between sticking his
tongue up Couch's earhole.  "I want you to fuck me hard and deep."

Already, Craig was positioning Tim's drooling manmeat at his horny jock
sphincter. The fat cockhead pushed past the tight opening, spearing its way
slowly up the wide receiver's guts. This was hardly the first time Craig
had taken the quarterback's meat up his jock butt. For ages they were just
fuck buddies, occasionally getting their rocks off after practice. But over
the last year they had become tight friends (especially when Tim plowed
Craig's tight end). He knew Tim was too much of a stud to dick one man
only, but to Craig, the quarterback was his favorite lay.

Now Craig was on all fours, taking it nice and slowly from behind. But the
other guys thought it was a good idea to join their roommates. Paul
squatted down behind Tim's hard-muscle ass and began licking along the
athlete's crack. Meanwhile, Seth was at the headboard, offering his long
hard prick to Craig's open mouth. The four soon got a good rhythm going,
Paul getting off on the taste of Tim's grade-A jock butthole, Seth getting
an expert blowjob from Craig, and Craig and Tim settling into a good hard
fuck.

It was too much for Tim, who unloaded shot after shot of hot sperm against
Craig's slick, hot asswalls. When he withdrew, Paul took over with his own
fat, if shorter, cock. "Yeah, fuck, fuck me harder," Craig breathed, "come
on, fuck, I'm gonna shoot. Now, fuck." By now Seth was at Paul's backside,
easing his long slender dick into Paul's beefy ass, and sandwiching the
stud between two pieces of prime jock meat. "This is fucking heaven!" the
tight end screamed and pummelled the hot, tight hole in front of him, while
he got it pretty good from behind. Tim stood back watching, occasionally
pounding his cock, which was up and ready again.

The action continued only for a round more, until all the guys were spent
and very tired. They needed to rest. Tomorrow, Peyton and his friends were
arriving. If Tim knew Manning, it would be a big day of nonstop
jock-sucking, ass-fucking action.

Part 3

The next morning, the Kentucky boys got up early and after a hearty
breakfast went down to the beach. It was still only 9 AM, but fuck, the
place was teaming with hot pieces of fratboy ass. The athletes themselves
weren't far from sexy themselves, dressed only in their swim trunks and
displaying their superb torsos and tree-trunk legs. Walking up and down the
stretch of sand, they noticed not a few studs eyeing their hard bodies.
Craig was getting so excited his dick started to swell in his cotton
trunks. Thank god he hadn't put on the Speedos today. They walked around
about an hour, soaking in the glorious parade of prime All-American meat
that walked past.

Tim wanted to lie on the beach a while and take a stationary position for
his scoping. Seth joined him, but Paul and Craig wanted to make the rounds
some more. They were particularly hot for these two younger-looking studs,
whose hard muscles (and bubble butts, they imagined!) were smooth-skinned
and tanned. But after running into the guys a couple of times and
establishing some heavy eye contact, the two athletes lost track of them.

"Fuck it," Paul said, "let's go into the water."

"You're on."

The two men hadn't gotten much further than waist deep in the water when
Paul jumped Craig. The two fell beneath the water and when they came up
were breathing face to face. What surprised Craig was that Paul's thick
cock was hard and out of his swimsuit, jabbing into Craig's hard abs. He
broke into a knowing smile as Paul turned around, rubbing his jock crack
along Craig's stud meat underneath the water.

"Fuck me, my man. I'm ready." Paul must have lubed himseld up earlier, or
maybe it was the excitement of all the frat-stud watching the guys had had
this morning, but he was opening up to Craig's thrusting intruder without
problem. Craig was really horny and hot for this. Not only did Paul's ass
feel velvet smooth against his own wet cock, he was getting off on the idea
that he was fucking his teammate in the open ocean, in plain view, more or
less, of everyone at the beach. Each time he drove his dick home up Paul's
guts, Paul would moan in pleasure and massage Craig's dick with his tight
ass. The effect was amazing. Craig wondered where Paul learned to take dick
like this. He imagined the fucker offering his big butch ass for all the
campus studs, taking one dripping dick after another. Or maybe Coach was
helping him with his after-practice exercizes. Regardless, this was one hot
stud bottom, and Craig couldn't understand why he hadn't tried to screw the
tight end before.

He started to get close, so he grabbed Paul's hips and shoved in and out
harder and faster. "Fuck man, here it comes. Painting your ass walls with
my dick cream."

Paul leaned over a bit and took the pistoning cock like a pro. The dick
filled him up nicely and he hoped it'd never leave. Still, it was pounding
his prostate just right and pretty soon he felt his own cock discharge
shots of white goo into the briny sea water. He was so lost in the pleasure
of the fuck, he couldn't tell who came first, but he could feel the hot
slickness up his rectum and slowing and eventually withdrawal of Craig's
wide-receiver cock.

				    ***

Meanwhile, Seth was having a hard-dicked ass-fucking time. He'd left Tim to
go find something to drink. He got behind a group of partying college boys
in line. All of them were pretty hot, and the skimpy swimsuits didn't hurt
either. Seth could practically taste the mounds of pure jock ass through
the thin material. One of the guys noticed the athlete's lustful stare and
the guys struck up a conversation. As they talked, they all took in each
others' hard bodies and the growing mounds in their trunks.

The men were juniors from University of Alabama and had come down to party
and to get laid. Whether they got pussy or dick didn't matter much. And
with a jock like Seth standing in front of them, practically showing off
his hardon beneath his swimsuit, they didn't need convincing to invite him
back to their hotel room. When the taller one of the group, Peter, made the
suggestion, they others chimed in in encouragement.

Back in their room, the guys offered Seth a drink, but the guys had barely
mad a dent in their beer when one of them, Mitch, a medium-tall, muscled
fellow, pulls down his trunks to reveal a throbbing boner. He approaches
Seth, and the Kentucky athlete thinks he's soon going to be having some
nice southern cock to feast. Only Mitch turns around and backs the globes
of his fine butt into Seth's face. "Fucking eat ass, jock." he commands.

Seth needs no command. He's getting off on the sweet, clean smell of this
fratboy's crack, with just a hint of hard-jock ass juice as he begins to
chow down on the guy's sensitive pucker. When Seth begins pushing his long
tongue up the jock hole, Mitch looses self-control. He starts backing up
and grinding his ass crack into Seth's probing tongue.

Meanwhile, Peter and another guy, Frank, were in a heavy 69- on the
bed. The two jocks were the most masculine looking of the bunch, but
neither had time for anything but hard stud muscle and big fratboy dick.
In fact, the two were practically lovers, rutting whenever the opportunity
offered itself, and sharing the same bed at night. That didn't keep them
from seeing out other jock tail when they could. They had enough jism and
all-around horniness to go around.

The remaining hunk, John, was putting his cock to Mitch's open mouth. He
knew Mitch could coax a pretty good manload with his mouth, but now just
wanted to get his fuckstick good and ready to plow the new stud. Seth
reminded him of the guys on the Crimson Tide football team. Sure, some of
those athlete studs were straight, but John was surprised how many of these
supposedly straight jocks really had a thing for ass and cock, particularly
when the right frat stud was offering his goods.

After a good finger fucking. Seth was ready for John's hard cock. What made
the fuck hotter was that right in front of his eyes, Mitch was getting
sandwiched by Frank and Peter. The stud threesome moved in perfect tandem,
a chain of thrusting dick and bucking asses.  Meanwhile, John had
established a good thrust that was deep but not too hard, giving Seth's
rectum a chance to really open up good for the oversized invader. Except
for Paul or maybe Tim, Seth hadn't met a hunk who could fuck as expertly as
this guy John. Each shove of his dick drove Seth to new heights of
ecstasy. It wouldn't be long before his dick was geysering jock sperm all
over the bed.

Peter was already spouting, some of the white cream landing onto Seth's
face. He was yelling and shooting pretty hard at the same moment Mitch was
losing it inside him.

Frank and John has the longest staying power, but eventually those two
reached their orgasm and unloaded into the hot, tight asses beneath them.
After the men had all shot their loads, they lounged about naked, sucking
down a couple of brews, relaxing in the post-sex afternoon bliss. Finally,
Frank spoke up.

"Hey guys," he said, "why don't we go back out and see what other hot studs
we can add to our groups?"

"I dunno," John said, "Let's see how our new stud feels about it."

"Bring 'em on!" was all Seth replied. His rising dick spoke many words
more.

				    ***

Tim was sitting alone when he heard a voice behind him. "Tim buddy, what's
happening?" He turned around to see a tall guy, about 6'4", with a pretty
good build coming his way. The guy was pretty built, too, but was obviously
a little younger, with cute Midwestern looks, short brown hair, and grey
eyes. The guy looked familiar and obviously knew Tim. Then it occurred to
him. It was Drew Henson, freshman sensation of Michigan Football.

"Drew," Tim said, standing up to greet his friend. "I haven't seen you in a
while. I almost didn't recognize you, you stud. You've put on even more
muscle since last time I saw you, you know."

Drew just laughed and assumed an exaggerated bodybuilding pose. "You like
my hard-jock muscles, stud?" he asked. "Coming from a hunk like you, I'll
take that as a compliment." The two athletes stared into one another's
dreamy eyes a minute until Drew continued, "Say, what are you doing
here. It's funny running into you."

"Just down looking for some college boy ass, man, lots of it, hopefully."
Tim said, even rubbing his bulging crotch as if for emphasis.

"Same old Tim," Drew said. "Well, I don't think you'll have any trouble
with that beefy bod of yours....or that big dick you've packed into those
Speedos."

"You really liked my dick, didn't you Drew? That post-game fuck I gave you,
it seemed you'd never get enough of my big-boy cock in you."

"Never can, stud."

That was all Couch needed to hear. Within minutes, he and Henson were in
his hotel room. Henson's bulging calves rested on Couch's massive shoulders
while the Kentucky player shoved the meat Henson craved up that tight warm
asshole. Couch was pretty worked up from watching tight-butt jocks all
morning on the beach. Henson's ass was feeling pretty neglected lately,
especially since his Michigan buddies had spent their Spring Break so far
chasing chicks instead of plugging their Wolverine meat up Henson's QB
butt.

The result was one rough, hard fuck from both men.  "Come on, Couch, screw
me! Fuck that pole of yours deep! Make me blast my load all over your hot
jock body."

Couch was getting into the raunchy talk, too. "Yeah, stud, feel that big
cock, forcing it's way up your punk ass. Yeah, take that meat. You like it,
huh? Like my big dick?"

"Oh fuck, yeah, I wanna feel you shoot your hot load up me. Wanna feel you
fuck the cum.... Oh fuck.."

At that moment Drew could take no more and a major sperm load shot out over
his man-sized pecs. The tightening of Drew's ass around his cock sent Tim
off too. He bent down and mashed his mouth against Drews. He could taste a
little bit of Henson cum that strayed onto the Michigan players lips. The
two jocks battled tongues as Tim let out a muffled scream and let loose a
hot flood of quarerback jock jism deep into Dre's bowels.

Tim broke the kiss and tried to catch his breath. "So hot..." he
gasped. The two studs were hot for more. And with their first frantic load
out of the way, they could take their time for some heavy-duty jock fucking
pleasure.