Date: Sun, 13 Jul 2008 14:55:49 +0000
From: Bill Drake <billdrake@hotmail.com>
Subject: Day in the Life of a Town Football Star, ch. 4

Day in the Life of a Town Football Star
Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com)

EXPLICIT CONTENT FOR ADULTS ONLY. If sexual fiction
describing action between men turns you off read no further.

This chapter's short, guys, but I wanted to keep the tale spinning.

4

Back at school, Dan bumped into Brent Henderson on the way
to fifth period. The senior admired his friend's incredible
body, now changed back into that tight college T shirt and
snug jeans. Brent was no slouch either, with a dedicated
jock build, but Dan Reynolds was in a league of his own. He
suspected the 6'3" QB already weighed 200 pounds of pure
athlete muscle. Brent was a well-built teen jock, Dan was
already a man.

Right now, that man had a goofy grin on his face.

"What is it DR?" For some reason Brent and Brent alone
called Dan by his initials.

"Just got back from the Kiwanis luncheon."

"Yeah, and?"

"Man, Brent, you wouldn't believe what a pack of horndogs
those guys are. Remember spring break last year?" Brent
nodded with a glint of lust in his eye. He and Dan had taken
on a whole fraternity in a cheap Cancun hotel room. "Well,
it was like that. A regular hotel orgy."

"You're shitting me, DR."

"I shit you not, buddy. Even the thought's getting my crank
up."

"Man! We got ten minutes before class, guy. Why don't we hit
the voc-wing stalls?"

It was their smartest discovery. The vocational students
combined fourth and fifth period, so there was never any
traffic in the men's room there. Brent and Dan frequently
took advantage of the fact to get off a quick load.

Working their way into a far stall they kissed and unzipped.
Both boys were hot for it. "Another thing," Dan said as he
wrapped his fingers around his friend's cock. "Stoddard
wants us to come up to his cabin Saturday."

Brent felt his heart jump. "You going?"

"Sure, why not? Sun, free beer, and sex. What's not to
like?"

"Dunno. The guy's so intense. He scares me sometimes."

"I don't remember you being scared last time when you were
bouncing up and down on his big ass prick. I had to pull you
off that fucker so we could get back and make curfew."

Brent smiled and relaxed. He knew Dan was right; maybe it
was his own base desires that scared him. Principal Stoddard
had a way of tapping into them.

The two started kissing and Dan began wanking Brent
dewslick penis, oblivious to the sound of someone entering
the restroom. "Ahem!"

It was Jake Armstrong, a hunky history teacher who all the
girls lusted for. "Why do I get the feeling I'm going to be
writing you gentleman a pass to fifth period?" The two
looked down and saw the teacher's hard prick standing
upright from the unzipped khakis.

"All right!" Dan called out latching his ballplaying hands
onto Mr. Armstrong's muscular chest and feeling that cock
slip between his hairy thighs. The two smiled at each other
and met in a kiss. "You like to screw jock ass, Mr. A?" Dan
asked, his knuckles tracing the ridge of Jake's pectorals
beneath the broadcloth shirt. "You got two grade-A bottoms
on your hand."

The history teacher started unbuttoning his shirt, revealing
a nice, hairy chest. "If you boys think this is going to get
you an A..." he started, stepping out of his trousers.
"You're absolutely correct." He smiled broadly as Brent
Henderson, as dumb of a lug as they come, earned his grade,
backing that beefy butt onto a cock that had never been
harder in its 32 years. The dry sphincter clamped shut, then
spasmed to open up like a flower in a desert rain.

"Man, Dan, Mr. A's dickin' me dry." Brent tossed his head
back, and the thick cords of neck muscle twitched. "Fucking
intense! You gotta try it."

"Don't worry, I'm next in line." Dan winked at his hunky
teacher, who was moaning loud enough to reverberate off the
concrete walls and who was silently thanking his lucky
stars.


********

"You want to see me, sir?" Dan smirked as he saw vice
principal Klein stripped to his meaty form and bent over his
desk submissively. Dan wasn't sure how a forty-nine year old
maintained the spherical bubble ass of a marine recruit, but
the proof was in his hands. He stripped, stepping out of his
jeans and jock. With a leer, he stuffed the strap into Mr.
Klein's salivating mouth and stuffed his cock up the already
lubed anus.

The footballer flexed his calves to wedge more cock into the
prostrate vice principal. "Don't know if you want it hard
and fast or smooth and slow, sir, but you're gonna get a
major pounding."

Klein couldn't answer but as Dan Reynolds pistoned his bare
cock into the depths of his guts, his hard ex-Marine prick
dribbled like crazy onto the report he'd been working on all
afternoon.

********

Dan loved the golf team. They were top players and often
made it to State, but they were more laid back than the
football team. Most of his teammates thought the golf guys
were stuck up pricks, and it was true that they came from
well-off families. Hell, it was even true that they were
cocky, but they welcomed Dan into their ranks as an honorary
brother.

Why wouldn't they, the quarterback thought when on the
fourth hole he was going down on Reggie Williams, a 5'10"
powerdriver. He was one of Dan's favorites because of the
intense, throatcatching loads he shot. Bitter, thick,
copious manscum. Reg had four brothers, and Dan had to
imagine that the guy's dad, local businessman and politician
Edward Williams, had the potency and sex drive to beat his
son.

Ryan Parks tapped Williams' shoulder. "Man, Reg, don't wear
the guy out. We want some of that."

Reggie laughed. "Wear Dan here out? No way. Coach P has been
putting the guy through special conditioning for endurance,
hasn't he Dan?"

Dan took the taunting in good humor. "At least he doesn't
have a hair trigger," he jibed, turning his attention to
Ryan's aching boner.

The three golfers in the cart had their way with the star
quarterback, and again before hole 12. They ran into the
golf coach, who nodded his head toward an abandoned shack,
where Dan followed him, his gait now affected by the
multiple fucks he'd gotten that afternoon. The man lowered
his khakis and the gridiron jock went to work.

Coach pulled out and shot on the handsome stud's face,
slicking it with his hot slime before Dan managed to pounce
back onto the sperming spigot. "Yeah, kid, suck my balls
dry, you horny football slut."

Both men were smiling when they returned to the links.

As they were wrapping up a round Kevin Malloy invited him
over to Reggie's place afterward. Dan told him he had to take
his Bronco in to get serviced but that he'd meet them over there
afterward. He popped into the country club lockerroom in
desperate need for a piss. Maybe he'd even take a shower to
wash the scent of cum off his body.

He relieved himself then searched the nearly empty locker
room. He grabbed a towel and tossed it on a bench. He
started removing his shirt, when he felt two insistent,
smooth hands caress his muscle. He about jumped in place,
but a deep voice calmed him.

"Sorry to startle ya, son. Just had to admire that muscle.
Great build you got."

Dan now had his shirt off, so that his chest was bared to
this stranger's touch. The rubbing felt real good. The man
was a looker, too; nice, wide smile, dark brown eyes that
bore into his. Salt and pepper hair, more brown than gray.
Starched dress shirt, blue suspenders, and striped tie.
Metal band on his ring finger. Dan judged him to be a
businessman getting off work and hitting the course.
Probably did anything to keep from going home to the wife
and kids.

"You on the golf team?" The fingers now tweaked the
appreciative nipples.

"Nah, football." Dan replied, his legs spreading
involuntarily. This guy could call the shots and he'd follow
orders in a heartbeat. "The guys just let me tag along so I
can get some pointers on my golf game."

The guy smiled, his gaze sweeping Dan's exposed torso. His
prick surged in his trousers. He liked what he saw. "Damn,
boy, I'd be glad to give you some one-on-one lessons."

"Yeah?" Dan croaked. This guy had his number.

"Yeah. Like your grip. Bet you didn't know that most
beginners grip the club the wrong way. I could show you how
to hold it right." All the time he was talking he lowered
his zipper. A full, vascular erection prodded out. Except
for the blunt taper of the head, it was perfectly
cylindrical. "Why don't you show me your grip?" The man bit
his lip to hold back the waves of sexual excitement. Dan
gripped, his strong hold surprising the man. The businessman
could get used to being manhandled by a high school jock.

"Damn, son, that feels good. Stroke my meat. I've been
boning all day. The wife won't put out. Leaves me staring at
every goddamned intern in the office. None of them hold a
candle to you, though. I thought you were a college guy when
I first saw you. Those muscles, and the shirt you were
wearing."

"That's my brother's shirt."

The man's boner went rigid in Dan's grasp and discharged its
volley of seed onto Dan's hairy chest and stomach.

The suddenness surprised Dan, who reached down and rubbed
the freed seed into his torso's pelt. "Fuck man, that's hot. Sperm
my bod. One of these days we'll have to teach you some
control."

The man pulled his hips back to remove his now sensitive
prick from the athlete's grip. "Yeah, stud, I bet you can
teach me some lessons, too."

(to be cont.)