Date: Sun, 11 Dec 2011 21:20:13 -0800 (PST)
From: Oh Leander <ohleander@yahoo.com>
Subject: Tim Tebow & Colt McCoy

DISCLAIMER:

This story is fiction and is not intended to imply anything about the true
sexuality of Tim Tebow or Colt McCoy or any personal knowledge about their
private lives. But it will make you cum. And isn't that all that matters?
ENJOY! [Feedback is always appreciated: Ohleander@yahoo.com]

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AUTHOR'S NOTE:

I started writing this story 2 years ago and before I could finish it I
lost it, or so I thought. I recently found it and finished it. It turned
out pretty hot. Might write a sequel with Tebow in the pros now.

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        TIM TEBOW & COLT McCOY
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"And the 2009 Heisman trophy goes to... Mark Ingram!"

Those words still rang loudly in Colt McCoy's ears. The quarterback for the
undefeated Texas Longhorns sat alone at the table in the large hotel
banquet hall where only moments ago his dreams of finally winning the most
prestigious award in all of college football had been shattered. He'd been
up for the award and lost before, but this time was especially bitter since
it was his final shot at the honor as this was his senior year. Members of
the press and his fellow players alike recognized this fact all too well
and after a few consolatory handshakes and hugs quickly left him to sulk in
silence. Through misty colored eyes he saw the celebration going on in the
distance and it pained him. He didn't have to rack his brain trying to
pinpoint where it had all gone wrong. He knew.

"It was the Nebraska game", said a voice from the distance.

Colt refocused his vision through his tearful eyes and saw the 2007 Heisman
hunk, Florida Gators quarterback, Tim Tebow walking towards him. Even in a
suit and tie Tim looked as if he might be wearing football pads. That's
just how Tim was built. Compared to Colt's leaner build, at 6'3 and 240 lbs
Tim was an imposing figure and had a considerable size advantage between
the two quarterbacks. The spikey-haired, blue-eyed college colossus always
made Colt breathless, even now. There's a stud I wouldn't mind being under
center for, Colt fantasized with a sly smile. Almost completely his Heisman
blues were relieved as he got a good look at Tim approaching with two beers
in his hand.

"Here, I think this might help ease the pain", Tim said as he handed Colt a
cold one.

"Thanks, bud", Colt smiled as he wiped his eyes and grabbed the bottle.

Tim took a seat in the chair right next to Colt. He waited as Colt took a
good long slug of beer first, which he savored for a second before letting
it slide down his throat.

"It had to be that last game. The Heisman was yours up until then", Tim
continued.

There was an awkward silence as Colt's blood began to boil. He grit his
teeth as he thought about how to respond. Even off the field both of these
athletes were fiercely competitive rivals and neither one could stand
having their faults exposed. He knew Tim was right, but no matter how hot
Tim was just because he'd won a Heisman didn't make him the authority on
the subject. Suddenly the corners of Colt's mouth turned up in a cruel grin
as he hatched a wicked plan.

"Yeah, well we still got the win", Colt reminded him. "At least we didn't
choke".

Tim paused abruptly from taking another swig of beer and looked quizzically
at Colt. He knew Colt was alluding to Tim's disastrous SEC championship
game against Alabama, the team whose running back Mark Ingram who had just
claimed the Heisman trophy from the both of them. It was still a very sore
spot for him. His pulse began to race as he looked at Colt, who
nonchalantly took a sip of his beer as he stared into the distance. Did
Colt know what he just said, Tim thought. His nostrils flared and his chest
began to heave. Colt peaked out the corner of his eyes to see that his plan
was having the desired effect.

"At least I didn't cry on national TV... like a fuckin' baby", Colt said
cruelly.

"The fuck...?!", Tim growled as he pushed his seat back and stood ready to
pounce.

"Dude, okay!  I'm kidding. RELAX! ", Colt finally broke into laughter that
he could no longer contain. He held his hands up to shield himself from
Tim's clenched fists.

"Oh, you bastard!", Tim smiled, red-faced. "Don't even joke about that".

He grabbed Colt's hair and gave it a wild tussle, messing up his neatly
coiffed auburn locks before sitting back down. Looking at Colt's wide-eyed
baby face, Tim couldn't be mad at him. He gushed over the Texas quarterback
being back in good spirits.

"Oh man, it's so easy to get you riled up", Colt still laughed, wiping
tears from his eyes

"Hey, take it easy. That's still a sore spot for me".

"Well, dude, at least you've won a Heisman, Mr. Golden Boy", Colt reminded
him. "And, not to mention you're every sportswriter's wet dream. Meanwhile,
I've got dick!"

They shared a hearty laugh and toasted beers as they drank to their
misfortunes.

"I even wore my lucky jock tonight", Colt said matter-of-factly as he
squirmed in his seat adjusting one of the straps.

"No way!", Tim said with a mischievous grin. "You lie!"

"I kid you not, my friend", Colt bragged. "Why do you think we were
undefeated this season?"

Immediately visions filled Tim's head of Colt's perfect ass stuffed snugly
into a tight jock strap. He'd be kidding himself if he said this was the
first time he'd had these kind of thoughts about Colt. Despite Tim's public
persona as a guileless, bible-thumping Christian zealot known for sporting
biblical passage references in his game day eye black, inwardly he was
quietly lustful and lascivious. No one's perfect. Man is sinful by nature,
he told himself. He assuaged his conscience by resolving to keep his vow of
chastity when it came to women (someday he'd find the right one to marry,
he told himself). And for this, his deep and abiding lust for men was all
the more potent, particularly when they looked as good as Colt looked in
his Texas uniform. The Texas Longhorns wore the tightest and thinnest white
football pants that bordered on being obscene. You couldn't help seeing
their jock-clad asses jostling underneath. Tim had seen his share of jock
asses around his own locker room, but a butt like Colt's was a rare
find. Perfectly round and lean, muscular yet still so lusciously plump. It
also helped that Tim found Colt so fucking adorable. Before he knew it, Tim
found himself sporting a nice chunk of wood in his pants as he gazed at his
Texas cutie.

"Your lucky jock?", Tim repeated.

"13 and 0, baby".

"Yeah, right! I don't believe you", Tim said, sizing up Colt's crotch as he
tried to picture the jock underneath.

"Alright. Go ahead. Frisk me", Colt insisted.

Colt stood up, raising the back of his suit jacket discreetly as he put his
hands in his pants pockets. His perfect ass was in Tim's direct line of
sight. Tim laughed nervously and tried to look away to see if anyone else
noticed. Then, licking his lips, he stared back at Colt's ass, taking a
rare opportunity to examine the outstanding specimen up close.

"Dude, I'm not touching your ass", Tim giggled.

"C'mon, Tebow. Be a sport just once", Colt wiggled his butt. "Go
ahead. Goose me one".

Colt peaked over his shoulder and saw Tim still in his seat, chuckling and
shaking his head with his arms folded. He also noticed how Tim never looked
away from his ass. He was studying it until he realized Colt was watching
him.

"You like?", Colt teased.

"Fuck you", Tim blushed.

"Whatever. Fuckin' pussy!", Colt said, letting the back of his jacket drape
back down over his ass.

But Colt was soon surprised by Tim's swiftness as he suddenly felt the
looming presence of the Gator quarterback at his backside. He turned his
head and met the penetrating gaze of Tim's ice blue eyes bearing down on
him. Being this close up to the stud quarterback, Colt nearly swooned like
one of the many Tebow fanatics. All at once he took notice of Tim's thick
neck, the fine hairs on his lightly bearded jaw line and the smoothness of
his inviting full pink lips as they curved into a wily smile. Then like a
bolt of lightning he felt the powerful grasp of Tim's hand on his ass. He
winced at Tim's tremendous strength, bracing himself for the eventual
release. But Tim was unrelenting. His hand was precisely and deliberately
up Colt's ass crack.

"Who's the pussy now?", Tim breathed vehemently, the words tinged with a
wicked mixture of pride and lust.

Tim could tell immediately that Colt was telling the truth about wearing
his lucky jock. The unrestricted feel of Colt's smooth naked ass could
easily be felt underneath the slacks he wore. Tim's cock rocketed to
attention as Colt's tight ass fidgeted in his hand. Colt tried to escape
but found that Tim also had a firm hold on one of his arms, holding Colt
against his body. As Colt relaxed his ass muscles he quivered as Tim's hand
wedged deeper, making his cock instinctively harden. He was strung up on
Tim's big meaty hook like a puppet.

"This good enough for you?", Tim whispered gleefully in Colt's ear

Colt nodded his head, half hoping Tim wouldn't let go.

"What's that?!", Tim asked cruelly, turning his ear toward Colt as if he
hadn't heard clearly. He hardened his grip.

"Alright...I give!...SHIT!", Colt whimpered. "You sick fuck!"

Tim smiled triumphantly and unclenched Colt's ass, giving it a firm
dominant spank. Then they both snickered like two drunken frat boys at the
hot exchange.

Colt also noticed Tim casually tugging and rubbing at his own crotch. It
seemed that Tim was working hard to wrangle his beefy boner which was now
poking through the piss slit of his boxers creating a noticeable tent in
his pants. The thought of Colt in his skimpy jock and the feel of his tight
little butt in Tim's hands was just too much to keep Tim's daddy dong under
control.

"You need some help with that thing?", Colt joked. He smiled coyly as Tim
responded with only a cool brooding stare.

Tim could see that Colt was a little intimidated by him and it turned him
on even more. Under Tim's domineering gaze Colt nervously began to massage
his own ass which was still stinging from being manhandled by Tim's massive
quarterback grip. Sizing up Colt's tight body, Tim reached his hand deep in
his own pocket and deliberately fumbled with his hard cock. Colt's face
went flush and his jaw nearly dropped as he refocused on the huge tool
moving in Tim's pants. It was the hottest thing he ever saw. He couldn't
look away.

Tim relished the moment, biting his lips in a sexy sneer as he toyed with
Colt. Finally, with a slow teasing grind of his hips, he pulled his cock
comfortably back inside his underwear. He came close up to the slack-jawed
Texas quarterback who looked a bit wobbly as if he'd topple over at any
second.

"Think you can handle that?", Tim said seductively in Colt's ear. At the
same time he pulled his hands from his pocket, producing his hotel room key
card and slipped it into Colt's pocket.

Speechless, Colt was jolted by the touch of Tim's hand reaching in his
pocket. He reached inside and fingered the card. He didn't have to look at
it to know exactly what it was or what Tim meant by giving it to him. He
only needed to look at Tim's electric blue eyes hooded in a narrowed,
cock-teasing gaze and his tongue lightly wetting the sides of his parted
lips. Instantly Colt smiled wide with an infectious boyish glee, his
eyebrow devilishly askew at the nasty things he wanted to do with Tim and
his huge quarterback cock. The comical expression cracked Tim's stone-faced
resolve and he smiled back at Colt with genuine loving adoration like a
father for a son.

Tim was the first to break their intense connection as he surveyed the
room, figuring a way to exit the banquet hall and slip upstairs hopefully
unnoticed. Colt soon followed. But no sooner had their minds got to work
hatching an escape plan than did one of the many reporters come Colt's way
to get a few words on yet again another Heisman defeat.

"Colt!", the reporter announced as he approached.

Tim noted with an inward chuckle that Colt was less than thrilled by the
interruption. "Looks like you got company, my friend", he said, jabbing
Colt playfully in the chest.

Tim made a quick exit into the distance as he nodded hello to the
approaching reporter. Half focused on Tim strutting away, Colt reluctantly
shook hands with the reporter. But Tim didn't stray too far though, just a
few yards away but still within direct eye shot of Colt. With a hand in his
pocket, Tim stood back and sucked leisurely on his beer as he waited
patiently. Colt made eye contact with him every now and then as the
reporter talked his ear off. He was doing his best to make his answers
sound as genuine as possible to questions he'd been asked a thousand times
before. Tim knew the feeling all too well and wickedly took pleasure in
seeing Colt's growing aggravation. In the distance Colt saw Tim make
mocking hand gestures of the reporter talking incessantly. He shook his
head and flashed that cute smile of his. Seconds later he stifled a laugh
when he saw Tim promptly being approached by a few reporters of his own.

It seemed to go on like that for the next hour, like the two boys just
couldn't quite shake everyone. There was an endless gauntlet of reporters,
coaches, players and family at the Heisman ceremony that seemed to be doing
their best at cock blocking the two studs. Every few minutes one of them
would feverishly scan the room for the other, the fire of their lust
rekindling as they finally locked eyes again; Colt, wide-eyed and anxious;
Tim, stone-faced and determined to fuck that ass.

During yet another photo-op for a few sports magazine reporters, Tim and
Colt eventually met up again and posed with the other Heisman
candidates. At that point Tim had finally gotten so frustrated he could
hardly contain himself.

"I'm so fuckin' horny right now", Tim boldly whispered, soft and deep, his
warm breath buzzing Colt's ear as they posed next to each other.

The words made Colt's whole body shiver with anticipation. His hard cock
shifted in his tight jock, aching with a huge load he desperately needed
fucked out of him by Tim's fat fuck canon.

"Me too", Colt mouthed back into Tim's ear amidst the flashing cameras.

With tentative smiles, the two quarterbacks carried on until the
photographers finally had their fill and dismissed the group. Colt somehow
managed to get snapped up again by his parents, who were still trying
unsuccessfully to console him over yet another Heisman loss. Little did
they know that his loss was the furthest thing from his mind. As his
parents jawed on and on, Colt scanned the room again looking for Tim, a
sinking feeling setting in when he was nowhere to be found. He searched the
room with his eyes again. Still nothing. His mom was talking but he
couldn't hear a word over the deafening sound of his pounding heart. She
wouldn't shut up it seemed. He grew frantic, running his hand through his
hair, which his parents took as a sign of disappointment.

Then suddenly from his inside coat pocket he felt his cell phone
vibrating. He whipped it out and smiled in relief at the name on the
screen. TEBOW. He hesitated and decided not to answer it with his parents
standing there. He'd wait until they left, he thought, then he'd call Tim
back.

His phone stopped vibrating for a moment then began buzzing again. He
glanced at the screen and this time saw he had a new text message. Flipping
open the phone he saw Tim's name again. He couldn't resist. He pressed a
button to display the message:

"I'm up in my room...U cumming?"

Colt immediately reached into his pocket to ensure he still had the room
key Tim had slipped to him earlier. He fished it out and looked at it for
the first time. The room number shimmered in the light, emblazoned in
elaborate golden lettering against the crimson coated card; the key to his
wildest fantasies come true. His cock throbbed hard just looking at it. He
knew he needed to ditch his parents fast.

Almost on cue his phone buzzed again. Another message from Tim:

"Mmmm!...Need that ass, baby...hurry! ", his message pleaded.

"Fuck yeah", Colt mumbled with a shifty smirk on his face. He knew Tim
needed it bad and so did he.

His parents didn't register Colt's reaction but instead noticed him
fingering what they thought to be his room key. Figuring that he'd rather
be alone, they offered that he go up to his room for some much needed rest
to try to forget about the day. Colt fought hard not to beam with joy at
his miraculous turn of fortune; instead he snickered to himself as he
reluctantly agreed with his parent's advice. Like a good little boy he
kissed mom and dad goodnight before skating off.

Once he made it out of the banquet hall Colt sprinted toward an empty
elevator. It seemed the elevator couldn't move fast enough. He was jumping
inside with anticipation, until at last the elevator doors reopened and
he'd reached the desired floor. He looked at the room number on the key
again.

"15-12", he recited.

His hard dick virtually led the way as he traipsed down the hallway
counting down the numbers on each door with glee until he finally stopped
at room number 1512. The adrenaline he felt was incredible. This was really
about to happen. He gave a fleeting thought about striking some kind of
sexy pose to greet Tim when he opened the door, give him his best sultry,
leering look. He knocked on the door, and as the door handle turned he lost
his nerve. The door opened and it was clear that he was no match for Tim
Tebow's all-American brooding bad ass hotness. Tim stood with the door
open, his hulking frame free from the confines of his suit jacket and tie,
only wearing his pants and an untucked and slightly unbuttoned light blue
collared dress shirt that tapered to his body's indomitable muscular
prowess. Colt's eyes smiled in worship of the hunky college jock's
incredible physique. Tim returned the same adoration, licking his lips as
he sampled the tight little Texan's lean body.

"Get your ass in here!", Tim snapped playfully as he reached for Colt's
arm.

Colt barely got a word out before he was wrapped up in Tim's huge arms. The
door shut behind them as Tim shuffled their bodies further into the
room. Colt could feel Tim's bulging monster cock pressing and grinding
against his own with each step he took. He couldn't resist – he grabbed
Tim's crotch, feeling the hot pulsating rocket alive in his hand. Tim's
intense blue eyes were bearing down on Colt so hard, beaconing to him,
making him weak with desire. Their faces were poised to kiss but Tim
tortured Colt, making him wait for it. Tim wrapped his big paws around
Colt's neck, quietly marveling at the young quarterback's smooth baby
face. Using his thumbs, Tim stroked Colt's hairless jaw line and cheeks,
tracing Colt's lips, and gently forcing his thumbs inside Colt's wet
mouth. Colt eagerly accepted, grazing the fingers with his teeth as he
sucked them down to the nub. Tim withdrew his thumbs and drew his face near
until slowly, deliberately, they exchanged a long soft wet kiss.

"Mmmm...", Colt hummed softly, savoring his first taste of Tim's lips, the
gentle sucking of saliva resounding as they broke off their hot kiss. They
smiled at each other, relieved to have finally consummated their desires,
followed by longer rough-tongued kissing that they both craved.

Colt held Tim tight, savoring the feel of the Gator quarterback's big
body. But Tim had something else in mind. He wriggled free from Colt's
embrace and with his brute strength he quickly pushed Colt's back against
the nearby wall. Colt laughed nervously as he watched Tim slowly approach,
trying to guess his next move. Tim's eyes twinkled with devious delight as
he stalked the jittery Texas quarterback. He loved being in
control. Suddenly he reached for Colt's arm and in flash he turned Colt
around to face the wall.

"Let me see that ass!", Tim growled as he firmly slapped Colt's tight
butt. He grabbed it roughly, the way he'd been wanting to do all
night. Colt's momentary wince of pain soon turned into moans of pleasure as
Tim began massaging his big hands in and out of Colt's legs just below his
ass, frisking for his prostate.

"Uhhnnnm...dude, yeah!", Colt sighed. He pushed his ass back, slowing
grinding against Tim's fingers. Even through Colt's pants Tim could feel
Colt's warm cock-hungry asshole twitching and milking his fingers.

"You're a fuckin' bitch for it, aren't cha?", Tim snarled. "This what you
want?"

Tim pressed his huge still clothed rock hard boner in between Colt's tight
butt crack, crushing their bodies into the wall. In unison the two studs
grunted in satisfaction. Colt accepted Tim's stiff prick hungrily,
vigorously humping his ass on the mighty shaft. He grabbed Tim's big hands,
reaching around and placing them on his own hard cock. And Tim wasted no
time prying his hand inside Colt's pants and finding the hard dick
stretching against the lucky jock strap.

"Awwwhhh...shit", Colt shuddered, his legs buckling as he felt Tim's hand
rubbing over his sensitive piss slit. Tim loved the response he was getting
from Colt. He nestled closer, resting his head in the nape of Colt's neck
as he planted soft kisses. From the root to tip, Tim expertly and
methodically milked Colt's throbbing prick; the rhythm so hypnotic Colt
gently began rocking back and forth, fucking in and out of Tim's tight grip
while still humping his ass against the pulsating piston that was now
bulging from Tim's pants.

"Uhhh...man...ohhh...man...", Tim panted with each thrust.

He couldn't get enough of what Colt was doing to him with his tight
butt. It was driving him mad with lust. He took Colt by surprise as he
gripped him by the waist, and in one violent thrust drove his crotch deep
into Colt's ass, pinning his lover to the wall.

"Don't you fuckin' move!"

Those hot breathy words stung the back of Colt's neck and sent a fire
charging down his spine. In that moment he wanted nothing more than to
please Tim, to exist only for his pleasure. He did as he was told and
didn't move. Their two warm bodies stood pressed together, heaving hungrily
against one another. With both hands Tim slowly slid Colt's pants down,
finally exposing that smooth naked ass he had lusted after ever since first
seeing Colt suited up in those tight Longhorns uniform pants. The sight of
Colt's perfect jock-clad bubble butt made Tim drop to his knees.

"Oooohh..." Tim sighed as he explored Colt's ass in front of him, marveling
at the way the tight black jock strap hugged the curve in Colt's ample
buttocks, lifting and separating them just right. "Your ass is amazing".

Tim tenderly kissed each glorious globe of flesh, palming both cheeks and
finding them firm yet supple to his touch. They spread as soft as cream
under his sure grip. He stretched two long probing fingers into the
recesses of Colt's fuck chute, prying it open to find small wisps of fine
hairs that led deeper. Colt moaned softly as he felt Tim stroke the hairs
gently, going deeper until he reached the opening of Colt's tight ass
ring. The tempting sight made Tim bring his face closer for a detailed
inspection. Even more appetizing was the way Colt was now expanding and
contracting his sphincter at will, winking his delicious pussy lips at
Tim. Tim felt his own cock begin drizzling pre-cum at the sight of it. He
couldn't hold back, he just had to taste it. He dove in, kissing the sweet
pussy lips and fluttering his tongue inside.

"Awwww...FAAHHHK!", Colt yelped. "Yeah, man...taste that ass! Eat that
ass!".

Colt grabbed Tim's spikey hair and pressed him even deeper, commanding him
to feast on his raunchy sweat-slicked hole. Tim enthusiastically obeyed;
sloshing his big wet tongue deep inside Colt's wiggling ass, munching on
the quarterback's tightly coiled cum canal. Colt was in a fit of ecstasy,
clawing at the wall as though he were about to climb it. He lifted his leg
off the ground, opening his ass wider to give Tim even deeper access to his
sumptuous asshole. But he couldn't keep his balance for long. Tim's
talented tongue was too much for him and his legs buckled and gave way,
sending him falling back into the hands of the Heisman winning stud.

"Whoa..I gotcha", Tim laughed as Colt was tangled up in his pants around
his ankles.

Colt steadied his hand on Tim's broad shoulder as they both worked to free
him from his pants and shirt, leaving him in just his jock strap. Then,
with his incredibly deft strength, Tim surprised a gasping Colt by heaving
him off the ground, carrying him like a baby.

"I told ya I gotcha. See?", Tim said with a seductive smile. He gripped
Colt tightly in his arms for reassurance. His bedroom blue eyes made Colt
swoon and whimper like a helpless kitten in the arms of his hunky hero. He
surrendered to Tim completely. Reaching up he softly snared Tim by the chin
and guided their mouths into more wet kissing as Tim carried him across the
room over to the bed.

With their tongues still wrestling with each other, Tim planted Colt on his
knees on the edge of the bed while Colt still clung to his hulking upper
body. It finally became absurdly obvious that Tim was still fully clothed
and Colt quickly got to work peeling Tim's shirt off. He went wild for
Tim's naked torso, kissing all over his massive well-toned beefy pecs. He
stroked and caressed Tim's wide back as he flitted his tongue from nipple
to nipple. Tim moaned his approval as he worked on dropping his
trousers. The sound of Tim's belt unbuckling was like a dinner bell to
Colt, and the Texas stud made a beeline, kissing straight down Tim's taut
stomach, licking along Tim's treasure trail into his crotch. He selfishly
batted away Tim's big hands and nimbly unbuckled the belt and unfastened
the pants button. Tim stood there and smiled as he looked down at Colt
feverishly ripping his zipper down. Colt panted, his tongue wagging. He was
nearly in heat anticipating what lie in wait throbbing between Tim's big
meaty thighs. And before Colt knew it, Tim shifted his body weight from one
leg to the other, swiveled his hips, and like magic his pants fell like a
curtain, revealing a long heaving boner tenting up in his boxers.

"Fuck yeah...", Colt cheered. He looked up at Tim towering above him and
Tim stared back with a lustful scowl as he stuffed his hand in his boxers
to jerk the massive tool, making the tent move.

"This what you want?"

Colt nodded, his eyes on the moving tent.

"Lay back...I'm gonna fuckin' feed it to you", Tim snarled.

Colt did as he was told and lay back on the bed, all the while watching Tim
come out of his boxers with 10-inches of hard, uncut, juicy, all-american
cock. The sight of it made Colt dizzy with pure lust and cock envy. Tim was
already one of the most celebrated quarterbacks in college football. Now it
was clear he had a bigger dick than Colt too. As Tim mounted the bed on all
fours his dick was so hard it pointed up, almost sticking flat against his
stomach, anchored by a huge set of bull balls that swung pendulously
between his beefy thighs. He crawled over Colt's body, playfully biting at
the bulge in Colt's jock and kissing his way up his smooth chest. He
mounted Colt's torso just below his chest, letting his long dick hover just
out of tongue's reach of Colt's wet and waiting lips. Still that didn't
stop Colt from trying in vain to lick the juicy hammer head of Tim's thick
cock. He craned his neck, grunting in futility as he flicked his tongue
wildly.

Tim grinned smugly as he watched his pretty little cock slut. He grabbed
Colts hands and pinned them to the mattress, bringing his cock ever so much
closer. It turned him on just watching Colt's lust for it. He flexed his
mighty cock muscle, making his dick bounce up and down.

"C'mon boy!", Tim called. "Get that bone!"

Amazingly Colt snaked his tongue far enough to quickly swipe the tip.

"OOOH!! That's it boy!", Tim cheered, genuinely surprised. They both
laughed heartily as they continued their sexy game.

Colt felt Tim's powerful thighs clenched around him begin to shimmy up his
body. His tongue scored more hits than misses, tasting Tim's salty smooth
cock flesh. Then suddenly – bullseye – his tongue grazed Tim's piss
slit and he felt the towering quarterback's thighs twitch. He followed up
with another direct hit, this time ensnaring Tim's meaty dick head. A small
quick panting breath escaped Tim's lips and he surrendered. He lifted off
his haunches and flexed his cock, the thick base of it bristling with
unruly pubes like the quills of a porcupine as he prepare to reward his
cock lover. Sampling some of the sweat that had pooled in the crevices of
Colt's neck he lubed his cock to a shine, priming it to its hardest and
ripest.

"Hold out that hot tongue, baby", he instructed. "It's feeding time!"

Colt didn't have to be told. He held his tongue out, flat and wide, ready
to receive all of Tim's hard, hairy, horse-dicked goodness. Tim released
Colt's hands as he came closer, squatting over the Texas stud. He fully
expected Colt to snap up his beefy boner until he saw the quiet obedience
beaming up from Colt's wide blue eyes. The little slut wanted to be
fed. Tim didn't disappoint him either. Leaning forward Tim made his
cockhead slap loudly on Colt's wet tongue. Tap tap tap tap tap. The heavy
thud of that fat beefy dong against his tongue made Colt's cock throb
painfully in the tight confines on his jock. His eyes were fixed on Tim,
ready to accept whatever his cockmaster made him do.

"Kiss it", Tim commanded.

Colt snarled his tongue around the head of the menacing cock and sucked it
into a kiss. Tim shook and rumbled a low grunt of approval, loving Colt's
inventive tongue play. He let Colt suckle longer on the head as he stroked
the folds of his foreskin all the way to the tip of his dick. Not missing a
beat Colt slithered his tongue into the folds of Tim's meaty foreskin,
sloppily swabbing the head. Tim couldn't deny his excitement as his cock
began to leak its pre-fuck juices, the greatest reward for any
cocksucker. Colt moaned as he tasted Tim melting all down his throat. He
alternated biting at the foreskin and flicking at Tim's piss slit, coaxing
more and more of that sweet jock juice into his mouth. Tim finally
satisfied his hunger, pushing the first few inches of his meaty shaft into
Colt's hungry mouth. Colt knew that Tim was big, but he didn't count on him
being so hard. His tongue and jaw worked in unison searching for any weak
spots, any place he could leverage for relief. But Tim's cock was a solid
column of steel. Tim could see Colt's eyes almost bug out of his head as he
made a rookie mistake by trying to swallow him whole. He graciously pulled
his cock out and let Colt catch his breath.

"Take it easy, stud. I'm gonna make sure you get it all", Tim
promised. With that, he lifted his hefty sized hairy ball sac for the
offering and Colt dutifully took it into his mouth.

"Mmmm"... Colt moaned as he lapped at the day's sweat and piss that coated
Tim's sac. He rolled each of those low-hanging baby-making balls across his
tongue, sampling their size and weight. If the precum was any indication,
those fuckers had to be filled with more hot quarterback jizz.

Tim stretched and jerked his cock along Colt's face as he watched his
slutty cock slave suck on his sac. Gargling on Tim's nuts, Colt could feel
the heat from Tim's outstretched throbbing dick searing his cheeks, his
nose, and his eyes sockets as the spit-slicked tool slithered across his
face.  The heady aroma of Tim's man musk between his thighs and under his
balls was narcotic. Colt flared his nostrils and pressed his nose deep into
Tim's crotch until he almost choked on the scent.

Deciding his jaw had had enough rest, Colt withdrew Tim's nuts from his
mouth and went back to work on the behemoth between Tim's legs. He licked
the underside of the huge prick, careful to trace along the main vein which
sent a rippling sensation up Tim's shaft and produced more of the pearly
fluid. Tim placed the meaty palm of his hand against Colt's sweat covered
forehead to steady himself. Instinctively Colt paused, heeling to his
cockmaster. He felt Tim's hand pressing his head firmly to the mattress
while at the same time the gurgling tip of Tim's prick broached his
lips. Colt eyes searched Tim's, ready for more instruction. Tim said
nothing, his expression stern and unyielding. He stealthily slipped his
cock head inside the velvety warmth of Colt's mouth.

"Ahhhhyeahhh.." Tim bellowed, exhaling blissfully as he felt Colt's tongue
activate on his fat fuck rocket. Using his agile hips and pure cock muscle
he grazed the inside of Colt's cheek with his dick, making it bulge out,
and then, glistening wet with spit, he pulled it out. Colt lie there,
staring at the massive tool and its owner, his tongue savoring traces of
dick juice at the corners of his mouth. Tim knew his cock slut wanted
more. He repeated the action, demonstrating his excellent cocksmanship,
this time rubbing the inside of the other cheek before pulling out. Again
he plunged his prick inside, poking deeper, this time feeling Colt's tongue
sloshing wildly, guiding his prick to convince him to leave it in. Tim was
encouraged that Colt may have finally gotten used to the massive dick
abusing his mouth. It was confirmed when he felt Colt's hands grip his ass
as he tried to pull out again. Then Tim suddenly felt the amazing sensation
of Colt relaxing his throat muscles, like a venus fly trap, widening his
gullet to consume more of the beefy rod.

"Faaaaw-kin'.. sluu-huut!!!", Tim exclaimed softly as he now long-dicked
Colt's mouth with ease. His hand was still on Colt's forehand as he flexed
and bucked his crotch, feeding his shaft into the best face fucking he'd
ever felt. Colt looked up at his cockmaster with wide-eyed feverish lust as
he proudly sucked more and more hot jock juice spewing from Tim's pumping
piston, grabbing Tim's hard melon-sized ass to squeeze out as much of the
sweet nectar as possible. Tim gripped the headboard of the bed which had
begun to knock against the wall incessantly as he picked up speed, going to
town on Colt's sweet mouth.

Riding his dick deep in Colt's hot mouth Tim began to feel that familiar
tingle deep in his balls. He hadn't waited this long to get at this
incredible Texas stud just to get a blow job, Tim thought; a really hot
blow job, true. Tim's ultimate fantasy, what he had spent countless nights
jacking off to, the constant daydream that sent a charge through his cock
like a bolt of lightning, was to fuck and seed Colt's ass. All those games
when Colt had strutted that tight, baby smooth ass of his up and down the
football field making Tim so hot for it until he could taste it. He
couldn't wait any longer.

Tim tore his cock out of Colt's mouth as he dismounted his chest. It
happened so fast all Colt could do was watch with longing, his eyes
following the dangling wet prick and its master assume a new position at
the opposite end of the bed. He propped himself up on his elbows, smiling
as he looked at Tim who was sitting back on his knees, quiet, like a ninja
warrior contemplating a deadly strike, his dick like a massive saber rising
tall, proud and ever-ready between his thick muscle-wrought thighs.

"Turn over", Tim ordered, jacking his mighty cock menacingly.

The smile on Colt's face widened to reveal his toothy compliance. He made a
show of slithering his body onto his belly like a snake, quickly snapping
his head to either side to keep his eyes on Tim. He rolled and undulated
his long lean body, floating his perky butt up into a perfect pike position
that made Tim lick his lips. With his knees staked to the mattress and his
legs opened wide, Colt waved his pink pucker in the air, enticing Tim to
inch closer. Tim reached out and grabbed the waist band of Colt's tight
jock, brutally reigning in the Texas stud. Colt continued wiggling his ass
but heeded Tim's powerful command and moved backward, purring as he felt
that wonderful kiss between his tight rosebud and the head of Tim's fat
prick. Tim stretched the waistband and let it snap loudly against Colt's
back, the sting making Colt flinch but also activating his hungry ass lips
into sucking on Tim's poised dick head. The warmth and tightness of Colt's
fuck chute was so inviting, Tim pressed harder until the crown of his dick
was completely nestled inside.

"Mmmm.." Tim moaned with delight as he felt Colt's magnificent ass muscles
trying in vain to deny his cock entry into the warm glory hole. Both he and
Colt knew that all it took was one powerful thrust and he'd fully penetrate
and own Colt's ass, but Tim enjoyed making Colt wait for it, letting his
cock just barely scratch at Colt's itching asshole. He leaned down over
Colt so that both were in perfect doggy position. He licked at the beads of
sweat forming in the valley between his shoulder blades, around his neck
and finally finding Colt's mouth, their tongues collided into rough wet
kissing. He reached underneath Colt as though he were performing some sort
of perverted canine physical, thoroughly examining his jock-constricted
hard-on. A snickering grunt emanated from Tim as he finally freed the
shaft, stroking it furiously, so that only Colt's balls remained
confined. With Tim clearly the aggressor, their sweaty bouncing bodies
began to writhe and sway in tandem; each movement, each stroke becoming
more insistent until they both collapsed onto the mattress, Tim's dick
slipping from its perch between Colt's wet butt. Nevertheless using the new
position to his advantage Tim quickly inserted his cock into the somehow
more intimate spot between Colt's thighs. The swift maneuvering won Colt's
grunt of consent as he greedily snapped up Tim's long fat prong. He could
feel it throbbing, radiating like a hot tuning fork, embedded just below
his nut sack. Tim clasped his arms around Colt's torso in a tight bear hug
and pumped his cock farther into the moist depths between Colt's
thighs. Colt was amazed that it was long enough to penetrate through to the
other side, pushing up past his balls to mingle beside his own cock by more
than half its length. He pinched his thighs tighter and Tim roared gruffly
in his ear, unable to contain his pleasure. Instinctively something primal
possessed Tim as he gripped Colt's back tighter and reacted with several
erratic, convulsive fuck thrusts.

"Yeah!...yeah!...", Colt panted with each meaty slap of Tim's hips against
his ass. Spurred on by the encouragement, Tim growled deeply in Colt's ear
as he continued his assault, with his final stroke hammering Colt's body so
hard that it left the Texas quarterback laboring for air.

"Huh!", Tim grunted, squeezing Colt's torso for emphasis. "You want this
cock?!..You want this dick?!"

Tim lay dominantly atop Colt's back, feeling Colt's rib cage expanding and
contracting rapidly as he suckled Colt's sweaty collarbone. He knew Colt
was too winded to respond. Not waiting for Colt's recovery, he pulled his
cock from between Colt's battered thighs and wedged it between Colt's ass
cheeks which had become more pliable and sweaty from the abuse. Colt winced
and arched his back as he felt the full force of Tim's girth blunt against
his fuck chute.

"Hhaaa-AAhhhh...yeaahhh!!", Colt roared as he reared up like a spooked
horse, carrying Tim clutched against his back.

"Yeah! Feel that fucking cock, baby!", Tim jeered.

Colt flopped back down on the bed and recruited all his strength to buck
his ass up against Tim's thrusting cock. Then they both moaned in unison at
the wonderful hand-in-glove sensation of Tim's big tool wedging deep inside
Colt's butt for a tight fit. Colt rattled his asshole around, savoring the
feeling of fullness deep in his bowels, his body shuddering uncontrollably
as Tim's tool hit his sweet spot.  Tim kissed Colt sweetly as he began
pumping his big dick into the hot hole, with Colt finding Tim's rhythm soon
after. Tim pinned Colt's arms to his sides as their bodies communicated in
a carnal give and take, Colt's ass and hips submissive and compliant to
Tim's stern corkscrew thrusts.

Their fuck session hit its raunchy stride with Tim laying into Colt's ass
with all his vigor, stroking deep with his hips like a powerful galloping
steed. He cupped Colt's head with his hands as they made out sloppily, his
hips on autopilot as he stabbed his cock into Colt's sweet Texas pussyhole
over and over. The rocking of the bed and incessant clapping of Tim's hips
against Colt's butt resounded off the walls of their fuck den. Colt gave an
encouraging slap against Tim's hard flexing ass, grunting for more hard
dick to ream his ass to the hilt. Like a machine Tim responded to the
request, fucking Colt's ass double-time.

"Yeaaahhh, fuck-that-ass-Tebow!", Colt's voice hiccupped with each thrust
of Tim's big body.

He whimpered when Tim suddenly stopped, maybe needing a short reprieve he
thought. Tim kissed him on the cheek and smiled with a glint of deviousness
before sitting up and straddling Colt's ass, his cock still firmly embedded
inside. He rocked back and forth tentatively, as if testing the fit of a
saddle on a bucking bronco before it was turned loose from the rodeo gate.

"Oooh-Mmmmnnn..." Colt purred and wiggled his ass with glee.

"Oh you like this, huh?", Tim said coyly, winding his hips slowly in a
smooth fucking motion.

"Fuuu-huuuck yeah", Colt said dreamily. "Your cock feels soooo good up my
ass".

"Yeah?...So good up your ass, huh, baby?"

Then Tim grit his teeth, and with a powerful stroke, he angled his cock
deeper, eliciting a moan from Colt and making him squeeze his ass hole.

"Oooh...fuck yeah! Tighten that hole on my dick", Tim yelled, giving Colt's
ass a slap of encouragement. He watched Colt's ass dimple on each side as
it squeezed his rod, its perfect shape returning for only a second of
release before clutching his tool even harder. Colt panted softly as his
head roiled from side to side, quietly fucking himself on Tim's bull-sized
cock.

"Ah yeah, that's it you slut", Tim scorned as he clasped his hands behind
his head, watching Colt's ass hungrily milking his cock. "Open your pretty
little ass so I can fuck it!"

Tim skillfully began to use his hips and legs to control and ride up and
down inside Colt's tight butt. He reached for Colt's hair, raking it
tenderly before snatching a fistful. Colt shivered and moaned with both
pain and pleasure as his head snapped back under Tim's cruel grasp. Colt
jumped up on all fours and started fucking his hungry asshole back on Tim's
meaty cock. The steady sound of Colt's wet butt slapping against Tim's hips
filled the room, making Tim's gruff moans grow louder. He got off on his
own power and how submissive Colt was, giving his asshole up to his huge
fuck hungry cock.

"Yeah, don't you stop, bitch! Fuck your ass on my big fucking cock!", Tim
commanded. "Mmmm...God damn it! Your little pussy ass is so sweet!"

Colt's rigid cock flapped against his belly with each thrust he made until
he felt Tim reach around with his strong wrench-like grip and begin to jerk
it mercilessly. Colt cried out in a lustful moan as he felt himself growing
further toward the edge. With Tim's fat cock prodding his prostate, Colt
didn't know how much more he could take.

"Fuck, man... You're gonna make me fuckin' cum soon", Colt cooed as he
slowed his fucking.

"And I wanna see you cum baby", Tim said as he tenderly kissed Colt's back
and neck. "I wanna see you cum while I'm FUCKING that ass!".

"Yeah?!", Colt perked up at Tim's dirty talk. "You wanna fuck this cum out
of me?".

"Fuck yeah! Turn that ass over!"

"Oooh yeah", Colt flipped over in a flash. "You wanna fuck me on my back,
huh? Fuck me like a bitch?! Yeah, you wanna bitch fuck my whore ass?!"

Colt wrapped his hands around Tim's thick sweaty neck and pulled him into a
sloppy kiss as he opened his legs wide, whimpering like a true bottom boy
as he was mounted by the powerful stud. Tim sank his fat fuck muscle back
inside Colt's tight asshole, going balls deep as he began to pound
relentlessly on that warm Texas man pussy. Sweat poured off Tim creating
the most intimate seal between their writhing bodies. Colt was in total
pleasure sensory overload, eliciting long droning moans as Tim fucked him
like a freight train, his big muscle ass pumping and hammering hard. Their
lips touched languidly with their wet mouths agape as they huffed for air,
stealing sweet juicy-tongued kisses in between each breath. They moaned
hungrily each time they tasted each other as a synergy permeated their
bodies, like a circuit passing from cock to ass through their slithering
tongues was complete.

Laying on his back letting that big Gator quarterback cock run roughshod up
his ass, Colt knew he was about to cum without even touching his cock. The
feeling was so intense he couldn't get the words out; a failing, fleeting
yelp was all he could muster. His body seized, becoming rigid. His arms and
legs clutched Tim's big sweaty body as if trying to hold on to a rocket
before it blasted into orbit. Tim peered deep into Colt's eyes dilated in
complete lust and knew Colt was on the verge.

"Cumming for me, baby?", Tim crooned deeply.

"Uuhh-huhhh", Colt panted in response as he fired his sticky load.

Tim froze when Colt's slutty hole squeezed and milked his boner as Colt
orgasmed. The feeling was so incredible, as if Tim's cock was becoming one
with Colt's gut. He could feel Colt's overactive pumping pistol pressed
between their bodies as it twitched and spit up all over them.  He started
screwing slowly, grinding and churning his long cock deep inside Colt's
gut, truly fucking the cum out of his hot slut. Colt was beginning to
recover from his high, sliding his hands from Tim's back down to his sweaty
ass. He pried open Tim's lightly hairy ass cheeks and finger fucked his
virgin hole deep with two fingers from each hand, pushing just the right
button to turn Tim from a supreme fucking hulk into a muscle-bound sissy.

"Ahhh! Fuckin' yeahh!!", Tim roared. His body suddenly jolted and
thrashed. "Fuckin' play with that ass!"

The anal stimulation was all he needed. Tim clenched his butt tight and
drove his cock deep as he fired wave after wave of his hot he-man spunk
into Colt's hungry hole. This time it was Colt's turn to be in control as
Tim bucked wildly in the throes of his orgasm. Colt kept milking Tim's hole
with his fingers firmly embedded up the Gator quarterback's tight butt.

"Yeah, gimme that nut", Colt coached. "Fuckin' seed my bitch ass!"

Tim shook and rattled and, finally spent, he collapsed on Colt's chest. The
room fell deafeningly silent, like a wild storm had just passed. Colt
exhaled in a state of complete zen, content as he held his hunky fucker in
his arms. He lovingly massaged Tim's well worn asshole, with the occasional
tremor going through Tim's body as his dick drained the last of his
load. Tim's chest heaved mightily making the entire bed shake. It was the
most intense orgasm he'd ever had.

"Hot fucking load, baby", Colt cooed as he tenderly stroked Tim's sweaty
brow.

Tim propped his chin up on Colt's chest and smiled ear to ear, hanging his
tongue out his mouth in good-natured exhaustion. He climbed up on all fours
and crawled closer to plant a kiss on Colt's lips. He grabbed Colt and
playfully flipped their bodies over, Greco-roman wrestling style. Colt
didn't fight it. He loved being handled by Tim's big arms. He laughed as he
came crashing down on Tim's brawny torso, nestling in the nape of Tim's
musky armpit and kissing his heaving chest. As they cuddled together Tim's
hand traveled down Colt's back to cradle the hot ass that he craved so
much. Colt purred as he felt Tim stick two of his fat long fingers just
inside his moist jock pussy.

"Damn", Tim said, almost to himself. "You're so fuckin' wet".

He strummed Colt's cum-greased hole continuously, marveling at the size of
the load he'd deposited as it seeped from Colt's supple ass. Colt felt like
such a slut and he loved it, wrapping his leg around Tim and deepening the
access of Tim's probing fingers up his fuck chute. Tim kissed Colt on his
forehead, stroking his well-fucked hole as they both lulled into a deep
satisfied sleep.



The next morning Colt was awakened early by the sound of Tim, showered,
shaved, fully dressed in his Sunday best, with a duffle bag draped over his
shoulder as he collected the last of his things before leaving the hotel
room. Colt lay there in a fog for a moment, unblinking, his hazy vision
creating a halo affect around the glorious Tim Tebow. He blinked and the
halo was gone.

"You gone, choirboy?", Colt's asked in a froggy baritone deepened by a good
night's fuck and sleep.

"Yeah, I gotta jet", Tim replied. "Gonna check out of the hotel, then meet
my parents for brunch, then church."

Colt smiled and chuckled to himself at how innocent Tim could seem at
times. Tim opened the door and before leaving he turned back as if he'd
forgotten something.

"Hey, I guess you're right", Tim smiled knowingly.

"What's that?"

Tim reached his big brawny hand into his pants pocket and withdrew it,
producing a balled up piece of black cloth. He pressed it to his nose and
inhaled deeply.

"I guess this really is a lucky jock".

"14 and 0, baby", Colt laughed cockily and he stretched back on the bed
with his hands behind his head.

Tim smiled and nodded his head goodbye, taking another whiff of the musky
jock before stuffing it back in his pocket as he left the room.


THE END


[If you like this story, check out my other story "Fucking Reggie Bush"
(9/27/08) or my "The Hung & The Restless" series on Nifty. Haven't updated
that series in over 2 years though, but I'm working on it. Comments are
always appreciated: ohleander@yahoo.com]