Date: Sun, 06 Apr 2003 01:01:23 +0000
From: Bill Drake <billdrake@hotmail.com>
Subject: Spring Break with Gannon

Spring Break with Gannon (mm, celeb)
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 fictional and in no way reflects
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Spring Break with Gannon
Bill
Drake


NFL Most Valuable Player Rich Gannon stretched his hairy, beefy body on the
oversized beach towel. Opening a cold can of beer, he surveyed the parade
of hardbodied collegiate flesh passing to and fro in front of him.


"Goddamned, Peyt. This was one helluva an idea you had. Been hanging out
with the pro boys , I forgot how hot these younger studs could be." Just as
he said that, he saw one towering, 6'3" smooth, muscular 20-year-old stide
past in his tight swimsuit that did little to hide a man-sized package or a
bubble butt that Gannon knew to be God's gift to man. "Fucking fine!" he
muttered. "Glad you convinced me to come here."

He looked over at Peyton Manning who was getting his back oiled down with
sunscreen by San Diego hunk Drew Brees. The Indianapolis star was grinning
like the Cheshire cat, enjoying the muscle rubdown as well as the sight of
prime meat that packed the beach. Daytona Beach was his favorite spot, in
part because the horny guys outnumbered the whore coeds by 3 to 1. And they
were all Manning's type: dumb, drunk and easy. He shifted on his towel as
his prize cock stirred in his swim trunks.

"Glad you came, Gannon. Couch and I have made it our yearly tradition since
college and it only gets better each year.


'Too bad Tim's injury kept him at home," Rich said, half distracted as he
watched a horde of blonde bimbos descend on one hunk he was watching. One
of them even shoved her hand down the waistband of his shorts, feeling up
the stud right there on the beach.

"Yeah, it would be great if he was here."  Brees said. Even though he and
Manning had become tight over the last few months, he still had a soft spot
for Couch's blonde-stubbled face and relished the times the Browns QB would
join him and Peyt in a nuts-to-butts, torrid threeway. "But I hear Joey
Harrington is staying with him for a couple weeks, and keeping Couch
happy."

"I bet he is," Gannon said, and the three men laughed.

After a few minutes, Rich said from the middle of nowhere. "I wonder what
it would be like to get an all-over tan."

"Why don't you see?" Peyton said matter-of-factly, now half asleep on his
towel and enjoying the full-body massage that Brees was administering.

"Yeah," Drew added, keeping his concentration on Manning's pro-jock muscles
flexing and relaxing in his talented hands.

"What?! I can't do it here. Right on the middle of a public beach?"

Peyton turned his head up and looked at Gannon's big, powerful
bod. "Dude. You're MVP of the year and one hell of a stud to boot. No one's
gonna say a word. Trust me."

Gannon paused, then smiled at the idea. "Yeah?"

"Yeah, bud. Fucking go for it. Shuck those shorts." Peyton and Drew both
turned their attention to their Raider friend.  They'd both seen Rich nude
before. Hell, the three had spent last night fucking away in the hotel
room. But still they were eager to see it revealed.

It. That Gannon cock. A nice, monstrous beauty of uncut pro-athlete
meat. Nice, meaty and thick. Those eleven inches were legendary inside the
NFL and out. As Rich lifted his ass and let his shorts slide, the two other
athletes admired the view. Here they were on the beach with the hottest man
in the league, no fuck, in the goddamned country. And he was stripping
down. Feeling the cool ocean breeze, Rich's fuckpiece came to life,
swelling up to a half-hard state, enough to poke up and lie across his
hip. The foreskin closed over the tip, but the men could see a steady leak
of clear juice collecting at the puckered end. They could only imagine how
much dick dew was trapped inside the man's hood.

"Ah, feels great," the hunky Raider said, reclining back to feel the fresh
air and the sun on his 6'4" frame. Turning to his NFL buddies, he added,
"Why dontcha guys lose the shorts, too?"

Drew smiled and stood up, tugging at the waistband of his trunks and
slipping them down. A partially erect Charger prick stuck out as the top
athlete rearranged his towel. "Fuckin' A," Gannon muttered in
approval. "You got a beauty of a dick, Brees."

"Yeah," Peyton growled, "but not as great as his other prize asset." As
Brees lay stomach down on the towel, Manning's quarterback hands reached
over and gripped the bare naked bubblebutt on display for the world to
see. "Goddamned perfect ass this kid's got." With that, he pulled his own
trunks down and his hardening Colts cock surged up in approval of the sight
of two sides of jock beef next to him.

All of the eyes of passersby were on the three hunks splayed nude on the
beach. They took in all the admiring looks for the college jocks and frat
boys passing by, appreciating with relish the hard lumps they were giving
these supposedly straight studs.

Gannon knew he had to get laid this afternoon; he wanted nothing more than
to sink his MVP bone into some tight, wet, raw college-stud tail. He was
talking aloud about one thick-muscled stud tossing football with his
buddies that caught his sight: a medium-height, muscled frat guy with a
nice tan, smooth bulging pecs, snug blue speedos, and a blonde crewcut. He
asked Peyton and Drew if they thought the guy was hot.

Only the two weren't paying attention. Rich looked over and saw Peyt with
his face buried deep into Drew's tight bubblebutt, delivering what he could
only imagine to be a deep-tissue, expert tongue massage to Brees' jockhole.

"Oh, man, this feels awesome Peyt," Drew mumbled, tossing his head back and
forth in pleasure. "But how bout I feel that cuntsplitter of yours?"

Peyton pulled off his fuckbuddy's asspucker, which spasmed in horniness
under the Florida heat and the layer of jockbuddy spit. Manning surveyed
the beautiful sight and smiled. "Fuck, Drew, this ass won't be happy til
it's filled, but maybe we should take this back to the hotel room. Don't
mind if we leave you here do ya Gannon?"

Gannon shook his head and smiled back. "Nah, buds, go ahead. I'll catch up
with you before dinner. Have fun."

The two horndog pro footballers stood up and, giant erections leading the
way, walked back to their hotel room for a hard, deep fuck.

The men were barely gone when Gannon saw the hardmuscle blonde hunk come
his way. His dick surged up as he stared at the young guy. This kid was one
quality piece of meat. Nice, massive chest, rounded shoulders, big balls of
bicep muscle, and a cascading sheet of abs. Not a bodybuilder, nor even
pro-player massive, but with the round, hard fullness that only a twenty
year old's body will have. And one cute as fuck face. Rich's cock twitched
as he saw the kid smile.

"Hey man," the stud asked. "Are you Rich Gannon?"

"That's me." Rich answered, reclining back on his arms slightly and
spreading his legs. That massive dong shifted and stood right up
perpindicular to the ground.

"Shit! You're my favorite player!"

"Yeah?"  Gannon joked, "You must be one smart kid."

The college stud didn't get the joke. His attention was too riveted to the
eleven inches of Rich Gannon that poked up from the pro athlete's
steel-hard shield of abdominal muscle. Rich got a kick watching the waves
of facial expressions wash over this hot fuck's cute mug. Surprise,
admiration, envy, and lust. Yeah, lust. Gannon could see a nice lump
forming in the kid's speedos too.

"Hey, bud, wanna join me in catching a few rays? I got an extra towel that
my buddies left behind."

The young hunk looked at his idol, but didn't really have to
think. "Yessir. I think my brothers have already gone done the beach
anyway."

"Your brothers... a fraternity boy then?" Gannon smiled, his dickhead
swelling up and pushing further out of its protective hood.

"Um, yes sir. TKE." The hunk's tan frame plopped down next to Rich's. If
Gannon had any worries the kid would be shy, he shouldn't have: the boy's
towel was not even an inch next to his.

"Rich. You can call me Rich."

The kid was beaming in hero worship now. "Sure, Rich. I'm Jim."

Gannon surveyed the contours of the hot side of male flesh lying next to
him. It was even better up close. "Well, Jim," he spoke in a low voice. "I
don't want to be the only one in the buff out here. Why doesn't my new
buddy join me?" He didn't wait for a reply. With his large, powerful
quarterback paws, he reached over and touched the sun-heated studflesh,
feeling the smooth chest and abs. The Raider star had been dicking around
with NFL jocks for so long, he'd forgotten the pleasure of a baby-smooth
hairless torso. Particularly when it was on a built body like the one under
his touch right now. Slowly, teasingly he made his way down the washboard
stomach, letting the kid gasp and gulp, until his fingers slipped under the
waistband of the guy's speedos.

And then he kept going, peeling off the lycra like was a banana peel. Pale
white, beautiful jock stud flesh came into full view. The boy's dick wasn't
anything to write home about - maybe 5 and a half inches long and average
size. Gannon called guys like Jim "handlers" cause their cocks were just
the right size to grab on to when fucking them from behind, using their
stiff spikes as handles for leverage.

And in his experience handlers usually had one unbeatable asset - a full,
round muscular butt that was just meant to be screwed. It was like natural
selection at work and Gannon fucking loved it. This college boy was no
exception. As Gannon pulled down the back of the swimsuit, twin mounds of
thick, powerful asscheeks met his hands.

"Mmm..." the athlete hummed. With a quick tug, he pulled down the speedos
til they were down at the young man's ankles. Running his hands back up the
firm, hairy legs, he once again reach the bubble butt and clenched it in
his tight grasp. "I bet the TKE boys can't keep their hands off of this."
Licking his lips in appreciation, he looked up at the buff blonde frat boy
and winked.

The boy broke into the biggest grin south of Georgia and turned a brighter
shade of red as his whole body broke out into a deep blush. "Well, umh,
I..." the kid muttered.

"Yeah, boy? That's all right, Jim, I know the score. Your buddy Rich knows
an ass like this can't go around unnoticed."

"Really? I mean ... you like it?" The collegiate lazily spread his legs and
kicked off the swimsuit, allowing his body to show fully nude on the public
beach.

"Like it? Fuck! It's goddamned incredible. Got boned up the minute I saw
you down there with your buddies. Still hard as a rock."

"Yeah, you're not lying." The young stud's hand reached over and wrapped
around the granite-rigid shaft. The python-like cock shifted and surged as
the hot fratjock ran his grip up and down the shaft, pulling and pushing on
the foreskin, which was getting tighter on Gannon's swollen
cockhead. Gannon threw his head back and let the pleasures of being jacked
off wash over him. He was thinking how much he wanted to nut when the
baritone jock voice brought him back: "hell of a dick you got, sir."

"Why dontcha test drive it, Jim?"

"What?"

"Climb on, go for a ride. See what it feels like to take a pro."

Jim shook his head from side to side, less to say no, than to register the
insanity of trying to get fucked by a giant dong like Gannon's. "Shit, you
gotta be kidding me."

"Come on, man. Think about it. You're a horny college kid on spring break
looking to get laid.  I'm a horny pro jock looking to fuck. I see you
drooling over my dick, been drooling over it the last fifteen minutes. It
turns you on, doesn't it, Jim?"

Jim took in a deep breath and exhaled. "Yeah, it turns me on," he
admitted. "Turns me on big time. But here? In front of everyone? Besides,
you're so goddamned big. And there's no way I can take a piece like that
without lube."

Gannon looked around. Sure, all the eyes were on the two men, but the looks
were ones of pure lust. These spring break partiers were gearing up for a
superheated jock sex show. Rich told Jim as much.

"Look, Jim. Trust me on this. Why don't you just straddle my waist. When
you're good and ready, if you like, you'll know what to do."

"Well, allright." The young hunk got up into a kneeling position and lifted
one leg over Gannon's beefy bod. He could feel the tip of the quarterback's
steel hard prong poke at the small of his back. Almost instinctively, he
raised his hips up til that Gannon cock nestled in the blonde fur of his
ass crack. "Yeah," Rich thought, "the kid knows what he's doing."

"Jesus, man you ARE a hard motherfucker," Jim joked as his hips began a
subtle undulation that kept the athlete ramrod hard and ready.

"Feels sweet, buddy. Now, if you'd just reach behind you and pull those
amazing cheeks apart... yeah, like that...  awh, man, that feels
terrific. Feel my dick, man? That's all from you? All eleven hard inches
boned up from feeling and looking at your hot bod... Big cock tracing its
way between your buns. There. Right fucking there. Nice tight, frat ass
pucker. Feel my horn bone, Jim?"

"God, yeah... thick, hard ass fucker."

"You got that right, man. Nice, juicy bone for your tail. Only got to slick
it up first. Hold those cheeks wide apart, guy."

With a rough squeeze, Gannon gripped the foreskin-covered tip of his
prick. With a sudden, violent squirt, the collected store of NFL dick drool
shot straight out and splattered against the puckered opening to Jim's stud
cunt.

Jim tried to look over his shoulder to see what was going on. "Man, Rich,
you coming already?"

"Nah, stud. That's just the juice I've been leaking all afternoon watching
you guys play ball." With that, he squeezed again, sending out another
volley and feeling more cock lube run down his superhard shaft. "That
should do it, bud... Now, come sit in daddy's lap."

Both men yelped in pleasure when Rich's wet, round glans penetrated the
soft, tight ring of Jim's jock chute. As Jim's bubblebutt sank down on the
massive cock, his hands reached down and began touching and kneading Rich's
hard, hairy chest muscle. It was like a circuit was connected between the
two men - a field of pure, horned up electricity flowing through the star
player's cock right into Jim's ass, up his body and down through his arms
again.

That dick was splitting his ass in two, but somehow some switch inside Jim
was turned on. He'd been fucked before, good and plenty, by his frat
brothers and other hunks on campus. But this was something else. A whole
other realm of penetration and pain and pleasure. That this tremendously
large cock belonged to his pro-football idol only added to the whole
incredible sensation. The fraternity stud held still as his thighs locked
and trembled, then gave way, crashing his weight down into Gannon's crotch
and sinking the rest of the quarterback's fuckstick deep into his rectum.

Rich groaned as the college hunk's bowels slid over his meat and reformed
to conform to the contours of his cock. "Great, tight fuck, man."

As he felt Jim's rectal walls clasp and cling to his cock, Rich looked up
and saw his frat fuck in the throes of impending orgasm. The kid's muscles
were flexing, his chest heaving and his cock twitching. "Come on, kid. Blow
that wad. I'll fuck you through this nut, just let it loose."

With his powerful arms, he gripped the college student's hips and held
steady as his hips began to saw his cock in and out, with ever deeper
strokes. The first sperm shot splattered right in his face. Thick, hot frat
boy jism clung to his midday stubble and dripped off of his lower
lip. Gannon smiled as he tasted the salty-sweetness and felt the exquisite
wet heat of the ass he was fucking. Another volley pounded his neck and
chest. Then another. The juice kept spurting out, hosing down the dark hair
on his torso and adding to the sweat and sunscreen. The whole time Gannon
fucked away. It was the sweetest, tight fuck of his recent memory.

It took a while for Jim to come down from his high. When he did, he spread
his legs to accommodate the impaling shaft being thrust between
them. Raising to a more erect posture, he opened his eyes and stared at
Rich who was heating up til a full rut. Their eyes locked. Jim knew the
look. Lust, sure, but definitely a look of possession.  This pro star was
letting him know that his ass was had.

"Fuck me," Jim muttered, "pound me with that goddamned dick, Gannon."

"Yeah, kid, ride that cock. Let your fraternity brother see you just like
that, sitting astride a big fat NFL QB cock. Bet they're all jealous as
hell, aren't they?"

"Yeah, man. Fucking Rich Gannon fucking me. Your bullnuts slapping hard
against my butt. Right here for the world to see."

"That's right, Jim.  Waited all afternoon for a piece of tail. Gonna ride
it good."

"Yeah, Rich, fuck me!"

"Wanna know what's even better than an autograph, Jimmy boy?"


With that Gannon curled his upper lip in a slight sneer as his hips ground
forward, slamming his eleven inch mammoth meat home. Powerful blasts of
grade-A jock batter spurted high and deep into Jim's college boy butt.

"Oh shit!" Jim cried, feeling the liquid gold fill his all-ready stretched
rectum.

The two men, eyes locked, smiled in unison, then each leaned forward and
met each other, mouths open and tongues dueling in heat as Gannon unloaded
the rest of his rich cream.

When he was done, the two pulled away slightly and saw that Jim has
jettisoned another load onto Rich's hard torso.

"Man, stud," the athlete growled, "that was hot as hell. Tell me you're
gonna be around all week."

"Damn right I am," Jim replied. The shit-eating grin on his face told
Gannon all he needed to know about his Daytona itinerary.