Date: Sun, 12 Oct 2008 01:48:42 -0400
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Subject: Linebackers 3 - After Practice

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Linebackers 3 - After Practice


Billy collapsed on a bench in the locker room. They had just had the
roughest practice all year. Him and a few other guys had to stay behind to
do some extra drills, and most of them went straight home, so he was the
only one in the locker room. He started peeling off all his gear. Billy
stripped down to his compression gear. He looked down at the white, shiny
material. He was a junior, with a shaggy kind of bowl cut. He didn't have
long hair; there was just a mess of brown hair, mostly on the sides and the
back. He was a big guy too; he had put on about 50 pounds in high school,
some muscle, some fat. He felt like the same person just....bigger. He took
off his shirt. With all the muscle and fat came some hair; he'd seen in the
mirror a few hairs starting to sprout under his neck and around his big,
brown nipples. Further down, a decent amount of hair had become spreading
up his waist and stomach.  What had started out as a treasure trail was
growing around his belly. He took of his shorts and cup and sat down, naked
on the wooden bench. The same brown hairs on his stomach grew densely
around a nice sized 4 inch cut penis. His balls were starting to get some
nice hairs, too. He sat and closed his eyes for a second, enjoying the cold
air on his wet skin.

Brock had just walked into the locker room and saw Billy and the locker
across from his. Seeing someone sitting naked in the locker room wasn't new
to him; he had played sports his whole life. He was used to it.  Brock had
been a 'small guy' up until high school. He became serious about putting on
some muscle, and three years into high school, it was working well for him.
He had a small frame, but he packed a lot of muscle on that small frame. He
was only about 5'9, so his shoulders were pretty broad. He also had started
puberty early. He had a very hairy chest and stomach. His pubic hair was
dense, and he had really hairy balls and a hairy ass crack. He felt cool
being different at such a young age. He also started growing a beard this
year, and he already had a thick one going that needed attention daily.

'That fucking sucked,' said Brock as he opened his locker.

Billy said, 'No shit...' and opened his eyes. Brock had began removing his
uniform and pads. 'It's nice to sit for a second...but it also got me fired
up for the next game.'

Brock nodded and had stripped down to just his jock and cup. He looked down
at himself. He saw it everyday, but his hairy front always looked different
after football. The thick black hairs were wet and matted down, and they
clung to his hard pecs. His nipples had gotten hard in the cool air, and
they poked out of the hairy forest. His hair also traveled down over his
hard, cut stomach. He wasn't skinny at all, and worked hard on his abs and
sides. All that hair disappeared into his jockstrap. Looking down at his
wet, hairy body made his cock thicken in his cup.

'That shit always makes me so tense,' said Brock. 'Got a lot on my mind,
too maybe I guess.'

'And you're single now so, no one to help out there huh?' said Billy, and
he smiled and shook his head.

'I know, it sucks. Blue balls are the worst.' Brock reached in his cup, and
adjusted his chubby. His palms rubbed against the rough hair above his
dick.

'Yeah man, you just gotta do it yourself. You know, I did that once in the
stall here last year when now one was gone!' said Billy, with a
smile. Billy had a reputation of being young, doing dumb stuff, and telling
everyone about it cause he thought it was funny.

'That's sick, Billy,' said Brock. Brock was a quiet kid, he had a lot of
pressure at home to be a good kid, which he was, but sometimes he thought
he was too much of a 'good kid'.  He never drank or did drugs, but deep
down, whether he realized it or not, sometimes he wanted to be more like
Billy and have fun doing dumb shit.

'Whatever, everyone does it, I just did it here. Besides I'm sure I'm not
the first one to do that,' said Billy, and he looked over at Brock, with
his big round face and smiled again.

'Yeah, that's probably all true,' said Brock. He sat on the bench facing
Billy.

Billy smiled and looked at Brock's buff body. The kid was strong; not
linebacker strong like Billy, with his size, but muscular and strong. Billy
was impressed with his hard work. 'And dude, you look like a 20 year
old. No wonder you act all grown up.'

Brock smiled at the thought of being 20. 'I know, man.'

'So do something stupid, man. Go jerk off in the toilet. You said you were
all tense and shit,' said Billy.

'I can't do that, people have to take a shit in there. Plus you're sitting
out here.'

Billy said, 'Whatever...then do it just do it out here. Look, I'll do it
too.' Billy's soft dick was starting to fill out. 'I won't tell, but you'll
feel better...and so will I,' he said, flashing his goofy smile.

'Dude...I...alright man, but don't fucking tell anyone. And let's sit side
by side, I don't wanna look at you,' said Brock, laughing at his last
comment. He stood up to take off his jock and cup.

'Yeah, buddy!' said Billy, and he stood up, sat back down and leaned back.
He reached down to his hardening dick, and looked at Brock. He was bent
over, taking off his jock. His ass cheeks opened and Billy saw a forest of
fur crawling around his hole, then up his crack towards his back,

Brock sat back down, closed his eyes, and grabbed his dick. He was
uncut. He started peeling his foreskin over his dickhead, back and forth,
trying to think of something hot. He never watched porn, so all he had were
fantasies about girls he'd seen or who were in their school.

Billy watched Brock beat off. He was amazed someone his age could look so
much older than him.  He noticed that Brock was playing with his balls
while he spanked it. Billy looked down at his own dick.  It was growing,
big and thick. The cut cock had gotten to about 6 inches - short and fat,
just like him.  He looked up at his big belly and over at Brock, and saw
that Brock had moved his hand a little lower.  He had spread his strong,
hairy legs and was rubbing under his balls. 'What are you doing?' said
Billy.  'Rubbing my ass. You've never, like, rubbed your butt before? Feels
good.'

Brock liked rubbing his asshole. He never put anything in it, but he just
liked to rub the area or tap right on the hole. It just felt good, so why
not do it?

Billy said, 'Really?' 'Yeah, try it,' said Brock.

Billy reached between his thick thighs and under his legs. He spread his
big ass cheeks and felt around.  'It's kinda dry,' he said.

'Here...' said Brock. He spit on his left middle finger, sat up, leaned
over as Billy spread his legs a little.  Brock didn't put his finger in at
all, he just rubbed his wet middle finger over his hole, massaging and
pushing around. Billy kept jacking off, enjoying the feelings. Brock was
holding his ass cheeks apart with his other fingers while he rubbed Billy's
hole for a few minutes.

Brock finished rubbing and leaned back over and returned to his hard, wet
cock. He worked the skin up and over the cock, getting the entire head wet.

Billy opened his eyes and said, 'Cool...here, let me do you. Face me...'
said Billy. Brock and Billy turned on the flat bench to face each
other. They stopped for a second to look at each others hard dicks. They
both were so hard they bounced a little bit, a mix of nerves and just being
horny and worked up. Brock looked up Billy's big body and caught Billy's
goofy grin, and smiled himself. Brock laid back on the bench, with his legs
out to the side, and grabbed his uncut cock with his left hand and started
jacking off.

Billy spit on his middle finger, and put it on Brock's hole. He felt the
hairs all around the finger. He kept rubbing right in the middle of his
asshole. Brock's hairy torso was moving a little as he flexed his abs with
the good feelings. He was also putting a little pressure on Billy's finger,
just bumping his butt right up on the finger. Billy saw this, and decided
just to hold his finger still and let Brock do what he wanted.  Billy's
eyes got wide, and he smiled a little, as he saw something he'd never seen
before. He saw his wet finger break through Brock's tight ring and enter
the warm, hairy, wet butthole. Brock let out a long groan and slid all the
way down on the kid's finger.

Brock could not believe what was happening. At first he felt pain, but then
he felt the muscle, and he realized it was like working out; his ass muscle
was stretching and squeezing, and it felt awesome.  He let go of his cock,
and it slapped onto his hairy stomach. He gripped the bench and started
grinding on Billy's fat, stubby finger.

Billy's finger was hitting an awesome spot inside Brock. And Billy started
jacking himself off while Brock rode his finger. He was surprised, but hard
as a rock.

Brock had started jerking his uncut cock again. He slid up off Billy's big
middle finger and looked at Billy.  'Man, I bet something bigger would feel
better.' He fell back, catching his breath, and feeling his ass spasm with
the absence of the big finger.

Billy thought a second and decided to try it. Billy scooted closer to
Brock, and Brock lifted his powerful, hairy legs. They were covered in dark
hair. He had no problem holding back his legs with this big biceps and
shoulders. Billy spit on his cock, rubbed it in, and slid forward.

The big head of Billy's cock touched Brock's hole. The soft, warm head made
Brock gasp. Billy looked down at his fat cock. He noticed that because he
was so hard, his cock head was big and fat: it sat flat on top of his dick,
with a wide round edge. It wasn't tapered at the end - it was like a
battering ram.

'Here I go...' said Billy, and he pushed forward. Brock gasped, arched his
back, but held still as the big wet cock slid up him. He felt the big head
pop inside, then the smooth shaft rub the inside of his hole. Billy was in
shock; his dick had never been in anything so tight and warm and he loved
it. He liked watching his cock slide into the hairy forest surrounding
Brock's hole.

The two football players were fucking on the bench. Brock was laying back,
holding his legs in the air, with Billy sitting on the bench, pushing his
cock into his friend's hole. He had a slow but steady rhythm. He got harder
watching his dick disappear into the hole, then to watch the big head pop
out when he slid it out.  He saw Brock gasp every time his thick dickhead
pulled his asshole out.

Billy leaned back on the bench, and that gave him a better angle to screw
Brock's butt. He was fucking with long strokes now, shoving the head in
then burying his whole cock up his friend. Brock started to moan a
little. Billy had started hitting something awesome inside him, and it was
a new feeling. Brock was in shock - it felt like he was getting jerked off
from the inside. He spread his legs wider, and Billy moved forward to keep
up his deep thrusts.

'Oh, fuck...' said Billy. 'I.....uhh....gonna cum...' He was trying to hold
off, but the tight hole was so awesome.  Brock just bore down on Billy's
dick, and it was filling his anal canal and stretching him wide, and Brock
fucking loved it. It was the same rush of endorphins from lifting, and it
felt good. The harder the cock, the better it felt. And Brock could feel
Billy's cock harden and expand. He knew he was getting close. Brock's
asshole was shaking with all the action. Billy leaned in and slammed his
steel hard fat dickhead and shaft into Brock, and felt his cum shoot out of
his cock. His dick felt so damn good, being squeezed by Brock's hole.

That set Brock over the edge. He felt the dick in his ass swell up, and he
knew he was about to cum. He'd never cum without jerking himself off
before, but he knew that's what was about to happen. He looked down at his
cock, hard, resting on the fur on his stomach. A puddle of juice had rolled
out his cock and down his foreskin. The liquid leaking out of him had
puddled in his stomach hair. He watched, and as Billy slowly fucked him,
Brock's dick spewed out 4 or 5 thick white shots, all over his hairy
chest. The white contrasted the thick black hair on Brock's front.

Billy pulled out his dick and smiled. 'See, just doing dumb stuff, its
cool...I won't say anything man.'

Brock remained on his back, resting his arms, contemplating what had
happened. 'Cool, me too.....thanks.'  Billy laughed and hit the showers,
while Brock laid on the bench, enjoying what just happened.