Date: Sat, 5 Jul 2008 15:09:58 +0000
From: Bill Drake <billdrake@hotmail.com>
Subject: Day in the Life of a Town Football Star, ch. 5

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


Thanks to reader Clifford for suggesting the plotline for this episode.


Ch. 5


It was a slow afternoon when Dan wheeled his Bronco into the
lot of the local Ford dealership. Markham Brothers Ford was a
family business run by two brothers in their 30s who had both
been star players on the Eastman High team. Dave Markham had
gone off to State and majored in business administration. When
his varsity playing didn't parlay into a pro career, he decided
to come back to his hometown and start up business for his own.
His younger brother Lane had never gone off to college, instead
pursuing his vo-tech knowledge of car repair. Dave's big idea
was that a car dealership could trade on their reputation from
their athletic days. And so far they were successful and good
at what they did.

"Hello, sir," Dan greeted Lane as he gestured to the car pulled
up to the mechanic's bay. "I'd called to see about a checkup on
the Bronco. She's running pretty good, but it's been 30,000 since
the last check up, and well..."

Lane crawled out of the crouch position he had beneath the
hydrolic lift. He was a tall man, taller than Dan, with a fit
but imposing build. Wearing a green-gray jumpsuit zipped halfway
up the front, his rockhard musculature showed through where the
neck parted. Dan could make out the wispy tufts of blond hair and
imagined what it would be like to lick the circumference of that
bullneck.

He snapped out of his mini-fantasy as Lane answered. "Sure thing.
You're a rare breed, I can tell?"

Dan furrowed his eyebrow in miscomprehension. "Rare? How, man?"

Lane laughed and slapped the athlete's shoulder in a jocular
gesture. "Not often we find guys who take care of their engines.
It kind of makes us happy. By the way, I'm Lane, Lane Markham."

"I know. Captain '98 season, 42 yards a game average rushing.
Please to meet you, sir."

Lane smiled and shook Dan's hand. "Why don't you hang out in
the showroom while I give this baby an oil change and tune up?
Slow day here, so it'll be thirty, forty minutes tops. It's
air-conditioned in there, and maybe my brother Dave can keep
you entertained with the new models."

Dan wanted to stay with the mechanic, to watch that ass flex and
hamstrings bunch beneath the twill-polyester suit. He wanted to
take that shiny front zipper in his teeth and pull it down...

Jeez! It was like he hadn't gotten laid in weeks. Dan sauntered
around the side of the building to the glass-encased showroom.
Lane Markham wasn't kidding, the place was cold as a meat locker.
Dan shivered and felt goosebumps crawl up his skin. He wished he
was wearing more than his flimsy T-shirt. He was about to step
back outside when he saw a wonderful sight. Dave Markham was one
incredibly hot man. Well-groomed, masculine, and imposing even at
5'11". Not even the starched white dress shirt, pleated navy wool
slacks, and car-salesman striped tie could hide a body that had
seen its days of college varsity play and years of maintenance at
the local health club. Dan tried not to be obvious in his stares,
but as he circled the newest models parked on the floor, he felt
his heart pump as he surreptitiously nursed his erect cock poking
proud in his jeans.

Dan about froze as Dave finished with a customer and noticed him.
"Hi, sir, can I help you... wait you're Dan Reynolds aren't you?
Eastman High starter? 86 completions this season? Lowest
interception rate since 1971 season? Man, it's an honor to have
you here."

Dan couldn't help but smile as the older sexy man gripped his
palm in his own rugged clasp and shook hands a little too hard,
a little too long. This guy was the walking clich‚ of a car
salesman, a little too polished, the tanning bed tan showing a
little too much for October, the designer cologne just a little
too strong... he was slick, all right, and it turned Dan on
majorly. He caught his breath as he tried to fend off Dave's
questions and compliments.

"Let me show you me and my brother's trophy room, in the back
office. It's slow here in the showroom anyway." Dan admired Dave's
backside as much as the front. The bulk was perfectly proportioned
and the full, meaty ass filled the suitpants admirably.

Dan stood rapt in attention as Dave regaled him with stories from
the Eastman High team's storied past. Dave had gone on with his
life but clearly relished his glory years on the team. The man's
dark brown eyes matched the intense dark looks. The younger
athlete felt the stirrings of horniness again standing next to this
handsome manicured businessman. Fuck - how much sex could he crave
in one day?

He was gonna test his limits today, for sure.

"Here's Lane at the Jefferson City game. He's the real athletic
talent in the family, you know. Would have gone to college and
made it to the pros, too, if it hadn't been for that leg injury
his senior year."

Dave paused and turned to assess Dan's body. "You better take
care of yourself too, Dan. You want to keep that fine body of
yours in top playing condition."

Without asking or hesitating, Dave reached out and molded his
thick hands to Dan's torso muscle, rubbing the bulging shoulders,
chest, and arms. The quarterback's pulse quicken. He didn't know
what to say. Sure it seemed like a come on, but he couldn't be sure.
Dan just shuffled slightly toward Dave's hands. They felt good,
after all.

That was the sign Dave was looking for. He tugged on the white T-
Shirt and lifted it up and over Dan's head. "Damn, kid, you got
an incredible body."

Hands latched onto Dan's hairy chest and Dave's hungry, wet mouth
latched onto his own.

"Yeah," Dave breathed. You young players are walking horndogs. I
saw that hardon trapped in your jeans and I knew I had to try
making it with you."

"I'm glad you made the move." Dan said, tracing his fingers along
Dave's powerful front. "You're really hot." At last the QB's
wandering hand found the erect dick poking forth in the older
man's trousers.

"Yeah? What does our star athlete like to do when he gets with a
really hot guy?"

"Do? I like pretty much anything. But the thing I like the most
is when men like you fuck me."

Dave smiled and stepped back. His hands gripped Dan's jeans and
unsnapped them, pulling open the fly. "Nice hairy crotch. Big
dick, too. Jesus, kid do you have any flaw?"

"Coach says my lats need more work."

"Your coach is full of shit," Dave laughed as he pulled out a
wool blanket and tossed it on the cement floor. "Down on all
fours, bud. I wanna mount you like a dog in heat."

"Yessir."

The athlete felt humiliated, cold, and excited. He shivered as
he felt Dave kneel behind him, felt the heat and soft downy
crotch hair against his ass. Felt the turgid dry cock now
pointing from his pants. He braced forward with locked arms as
first one then two cold fingers probed his rectum with lubricant.

"I thought your brother gave the lube jobs around here," Dan joked
to keep his mind off the frigid digital intrusion.

"Lane? Out in the shop maybe. Otherwise my bro's 100 percent
certified bottom. Shit, the guy loves to get fucked more than
anyone I've met before."

Dan guessed that Dave spoke from first hand experience. "You've
not seen me in action."

"No kid, I haven't. Til now." With that, Dave raised his hips up
and nudged his round cockhead at the treasured entrance to Dan's
manhood. With the full power of his quads and glutes, he pushed
forth, spearing the puckered rose open to full bloom. In popped
his dick, and the master cock pushed into a new warm, moist home.

"Goddamnit, Dan. You got a prime superb ass. Meant for fucking."

"So I've been told. Give me just a second. Then fuck me."

The car salesman did as he was instructed, and did it well.
Fucking was Dave Markham's favorite activity and he knew how to
do it well. Dan writhed and moaned and clenched at the blanket
as that thick, wonderful prick did a number on his thrust-up ass.

The intensity picked up, and the older man leaned forward and
gripped Dan's wrists, pinning them to the floor as the men screwed.
They mated like animals now, Dave's chest firm against Dan's back,
his cock drilling deep and hard, his teeth gnawing just below Dan's
fresh haircut. This was how he liked to fuck.

He didn't last long. In mid thrust his nuts churned and Dan's
insides received a major basting. The athlete had long since given
up on guessing the biggest load, but Markham's was a nice one.

When Dave pulled out, Dan turned over, hard and still horny. He
looked up in admiration for his fucker. The man's prick was still
turgid though he'd just shot.

"Fuck me again," Dan ordered and spread his legs up and wide.

Dave saw the hairy trench and the oozing jizz and crawled right
back in place.

Dan's eyes rolled back in his head as the new angle gave deeper,
M\more angled penetration. It felt fantastic. He could barely hear
Dave speaking to him, encouraging him, telling him to let loose
with his load. He just felt the full and total possession by this
men. Felt the intensity of hard pistoning cock in the tightness of
his butt, an intensity that left little room in his young brain for
anything else. He barely even registered his own orgasm. It was
experienced more than felt. The clenching contractions in his anus
and perineum, the quick slight burn in his urethra, the wet warm
shower of jock seed his dick was spraying all over his own torso.

To top it off, Dave withdrew, and his load, a second intense
volley of cream, rained down to join his own. It splashed and
warmed his body and burned his eyes and felt magnificent.


******

Dan was lightheaded as he walked back into the mechanic's shop.

Lane stood up and shut the hood. He was about to tell him that
the Bronco was all done and in tip-top shape, only he saw a
familiar, freshly fucked look in the young QB's eyes. He guessed
the rest.

Absently, Dan rubbed the cum-soaked T-shirt against his hairy
chest muscle. "Your brother gave me specific instructions. I need
a wrench and a jar of grease.

Lane smiled big. He gestured to the workbench next to Dan, then he
unzipped his overalls and bent over the table beside him. His ass
cheeks parted and revealed a smooth crack with a hungry, puckering
hole.

"Damn, stud, I think you got me beat," Dan muttered as he stepped
up and placed the greased, cold rounded end of the metal wrench
square in the middle of the ex-player's trench til it nestled on
top of the sphincter. Then he watched at that hot hole opened up
and swallowed the tip.


******

Dan was making one more stop before heading to Reg's. The gravel
road turned up dust as Dan's Bronco drove up. Dunc McPherson,
a regulation-fit and movie-star handsome cop was doing his
overtime supervising the construction of a new industrial park
complex. A big fat smile crossed his face as he took in the
sight of the town football star sauntering toward him.

"Hey buddy boy! To what do we owe the visit?"

Dan gave the officer a playful punch on the shoulder. "Cut
it out Dunc. I was here Tuesday. You know what I'm here
for."

Officer McPherson grinned. "The boys are just winding up.
Kyle's out back at the materials shed."

Dan started off, then looked back. "You comin, Dunc?"

The policeman groped his crotch and felt a rumble of desire
in his belly, which he was sure came out as a groan. "Yeah,
kid. I'll join in a minute. Let them warm ya up."

"All right, man."

Lyle Roark was the contracting supervisor for the sight. At
5'10" and 175 pounds, the sandy haired stud carried an air
of quiet authority and competence which made the burly
construction men on the site respect him and follow his
orders. Lyle always delivered his buildings on time thanks
to his men's dedication.

The man always turned Dan on and today was no exception. He
wore his uniform of a gray polo knit shirt and khakis, with
workboots. When he saw Dan, he put down his plans and
started peeling off his shirt. "Hey men! We got a visitor."

The men cheered. Since they were finishing up for the day,
the put down their tools and left their equipment.

Lyle led the men into the cramped trailer. The heat and sweat
of the men soon filled the small space, and the air conditioner
was working over time. Dan shuddered in anticipation. He
figured coyness was no virtue here and started stripping.
The men watched appreciatively. The young man was pure
perfection and a sight for sore eyes at the end of a long day.

"Who's gets rearguard duty, Roark?" one of the men laughed.

"We're drawing like we always do." Lyle pulled out a makeshift
metal box topped with wire mesh. Various nails were inserted
and as the box got passed around, the men drew nails. The
longest was picked by a medium-short, barrel chested man in
his 40s, with balding black hair and Italian features.

"DeCappelli it is, then."

The man beamed in happiness. It was his first time to win.
Then, as he pulled off his white T shirt and exposed his massive,
burly chest, a look of concern crossed his face. He turned to Dan,
who was crawling up face down on a drawing table. "You OK with
this, kid?"

Dan was good friends with Ken DeCappelli, the construction
worker's son. He couldn't count how many sleep overs and family
dinners he'd had at the house of the man who was now stipping in
front of him. Sure, Mike DeCappelli had been around in his
previous visits to the construction site, but no line had been
crossed. At least til now.

"It's OK, sir. I mean, it's more than OK. I've been wanting this
for some time now."

Mike sucked in a deep breath of air. This may be wrong, but he
wanted

"You sure? Sleepovers at our place might be the same if we do
this."

"They'll be better, sir." Dan said before diving onto Mike's
erect meat. The uncut prick was nice, thick and juicy, and
Dan licked and slurped and nibbled at the flaps of foreskin.

The construction worker tossed his head back and enjoyed the
spit shine. He had to force himself to extract his cock. He
wanted his prize. One of his fellow workers gripped his shaft
and greased it up. Slowly, Mike crawled on top of Dan's supine
young body and wedged his cock into the tight, perfect crack.

"Oh, Christ almighty," he grumbled as he penetrated, feeling
a hole that, unbeknownst to him, a car salesman had loosened
up and seeded not a half hour ago. "Dan, son, this is every
thing I'd dreamed it would be."

The athlete was enjoying the burly man's thickness, his
weight, and his brutish but hesitant strokes. "Me, too, sir."

As Mike began to screw the kid's ass, one after another of
the men stepped up to get blown. After a long day, they didn't
take long to shoot. DeCappelli blew early, too, only he wasn't
about to step down from his perfect fuck-throne. His prick
was sensitive but he kept thursting away.

When Lyle stepped up and plugged Dan's mouth, Mike groaned.
"Oh boss, I think the kid's gonna blow."

"Yeah," Lyle grunted. "He loves sucking my hog."

Salty, hot juice filled Dan's mouth as his ass bucked up and
his prick let loose with its own orgasm.

******

Dan and Lyle Roark were alone in the office shower. Lazily
they made out and soaped each other, running their hands
smoothly along tired muscle.

"Damn, boy, why have we not had a little one-on-one time?"

Dan's hands gripped Lyle's massive hardon. His fingers traced
the veins and ridges along the length. "Man, ever since you
shacked up with Rich Perrin, you haven't called me." Rich was
a 24 year old and extremely attractive advertising assistant.

Lyle looked nodded. "True, buddy. Rich needs me. He's
discovering himself. And I'm around to show him the ropes."

The two clenched, muscular body against muscular body. "But
don't worry, Dan. You're a better fuck."

"Yeah?"

The men kissed.

"Hell, yeah."

The quarterback wriggled out of Lyle's heavy grip and turned
around. His round rump made the construction supervisor
salivate. "Show me you mean it, Roark," Dan teased and flexed
his melon-shaped ass cheeks.

Lyle's cock was rigid and ready. He boned his way into pure
Bliss. "Hang on, bud, and get ready for a real ride. You may
even make me forget Perrin."

(to be cont.)