Date: Sat, 18 Nov 2000 23:16:11 GMT
From: Bill Drake <billdrake@hotmail.com>
Subject: Team Reward ch. 4

Team Reward, pt. 4 (mm, m/t)
Bill Drake (billdrake@hotmail.com)

Warning: the following stories contain graphic descriptions of sexual
material. If you are underage or do not wish to read such materials, read
no further.

This story is an unofficial sequel to "After Football Practice" for all you
guys who have written asking for more.  Judging from the emails I've gotten
on this one, it is a popular story line. Thanks to those who've written.
Let me know what I can do to make it better: comments to
billdrake@hotmail.com. For more of my stories, see the Authors section of
the Nifty Archive. Meanwhile, sit back, unzip, and enjoy.


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pt. 4

Jackson High won the game, by only a couple of points in the last two
minutes. The boys were all pumped up and excited when they entered the
lockerroom. The fellows all stripped down, removing their uniforms and
pads, and slipping down their sweaty jockstraps. Their jock dicks hung low
as they began to shower and horse around in the locker room.

Offensive lineman Greg Jefferson stared at Coach as he talked to three
businessmen still in their suits. He couldn't help but notice how hot these
men were. The one doing the most of the talking, whose name Greg gathered
was Jack, had blonde hair, slightly receding, and appeared to be in his
mid-30s. As the lineman peeled off layer after layer of pads and uniform,
he admired the fine build apparent underneath the blonde man's suit. Two
other men stood next to Jack. The first, the youngest in his late 20s, had
dark hair and blue eyes and was tall, with a swimmer's build. The other,
early 40s, was medium height with a powerful set of muscles on his
body. Greg could make out the bulge of the thigh muscles in the pant
legs. As Greg removed his jockstrap he could feel the blood rushing to his
prick and his cockmeat start to wake up into a half boner.

The fellows in the locker room could not contain their excitement. As they
soaped their hard aching muscles, they horsed around cheerfully, slapping
each others backs and humping each other with their wet cocks. All hands
were on Mike White in particular for scoring the winning run in the
game. His cock swelled to immense proportions and bounced and quivered as
his teammates hands stroked his shaft and rubbed all over his body.

After most of the guys had finished their shower, Coach called all of his
players into the main locker room. They sat or stood bodies dripping wet,
their towels snug and dicks hard. Some of the guys were paired up with each
other, obviously eager to get into a postgame fuck to let off steam and
drain their jock nuts.

Coach was hard too but still clothed. He introduced the three men to the
team. "Guys, I want you to meet three men who are doing all they can for
our team this year. They're from the Kiwanis club and are the ones behind
your reward for winning tonight's game. So I'll let them talk to you for a
moment."

The blond man started. "Hi, my name is Jack Forrester and I'm a realtor in
town. My colleagues Jim and Trent and I approached other members of the
business community about a month ago about doing something special for you
guys. Your success on the football field has made our community look good
and we think your hard work needs to be rewarded."

A cheer spontaneously emerged from the teammates, all pumped and excited
from tonight's victory. Mike White felt Glen Carson rub his smooth round
ass cheeks back onto his swollen cock. He wanted to stick his slick cock up
that ass and fuck the shit out of it, but he knew he had to
wait. Meanwhile, his nuts ached they were so excited.

Jack continued. "I'm sure your Coach has already told you the deal. Since
you won tonight, we are going to build you a steam room right here in the
locker room. That way, whether after practice or after a game or anytime
you want, you guys can kick back and relax."

The athletes started cheering again. The came up to the three men to shake
their hand and show their congratulations.  When Tim got up to Jack, he
held the man's hand firmly in his clasp. Jack couldn't help but be amazed
by this specimen of young manhood. The biceps bulged as the quarterback
shook Jack's hand. As Jack held on, his gaze drifted, to the meaty pecs and
the treasure trail of brown hair that drifted down past washboard abs to a
thick and veiny cock. That cock wasn't completely erect but protruded out
half-hard, half soft from the athlete's dark pubes.

Tim noticed that Jack was distracted by his big cock. "You like my dick,
sir?" he asked, leaning in close to Jack's body. Tim's long cock rubbed up
against the starched white shirt that Jack was wearing, leaving behind a
wet spot of precum and a trail of horny football-player goo from the shirt
to the tip of the quarterback fuckmeat. The thread broke and clung to Tim's
increasingly erect prick.

Jack could barely speak, but he heard himself reply, without even meaning
to, "Yeah, that cock is so fucking big." He gulped and took another good
look at the stud's perfect young body.

Tim was getting pretty hot standing next to this man. There was something
so sexy about the short, stocky build and the blond stubble that clung to
his chin. Tim stepped up even closer to Jack, so that his bare chest
pressed against Jack's suit and his hardon thrust into the obvious bulge in
Jack's pants. "Wanna suck it?" he asked.

Jack couldn't control himself. He had to lick this football god's
fuckstick, tongue those hairy nuts, taste that hot sperm shoot down his
throat. Before realizing it, he was on his knees, vacuum sucking 10 good
hard inches of star athlete cock. The shaft was rubbery hard and it felt
warm and tasted slightly salty as it pushed past his open lips, over his
tongue and along deep in his tonsils. Jack's cock was harder than hell as
his throat got raped by ten solid inches of jock fuckmeat.

He didn't care what Trent and Jim might think. He needn't. After a minute
of sucking Fitzgerald's prick, Jack felt a wetness at his cheek. Jim was
licking away, taking turns between Tim's big testicles and Jack's
face. Jack backed off the monster prick for a minute to meet his
colleague's mouth in a hot man-to-man kiss.

As much as Tim was enjoying watching the two businessmen suck face, his
cock wanted more head. Slowly, he pushed the cockhead where their two
mouths met. They quickly got the idea and parted lips to suck that prick
from both sides.

Meanwhile, Trent was on his haunches sucking a thick, tasty dick that swung
long and hard from between Randy Fulsom's thighs. Randy didn't take much
mercy on Trent's throat. The older muscular man really turned him on and he
battered the guy's throat rough and hard. And Trent took it too. Only when
Randy was about to come did Trent back off a bit on that cock so that the
load shot all over his tongue and into his mouth.

When Randy pulled away, Trent spit out the load onto the floor and cried
out, "Next!" Peter Marks - his cock hard as steel - stepped up and took his
place.

Now Jim and Jack both had their own cock to service. Tim had already hosed
his load deep down into Jack's guts, and Jack had begun to suck on one
delectable defensive lineman cock. The shaft wasn't thick, but it was
narrow and long and had a large head that massaged Jack's tonsils with each
thrust in. Jack couldn't believe how hot he was sucking big dripping
athlete dick. He wanted nothing more than to be used by the whole fucking
team. And judging from the crowd of young men standing around him with
hard, horny cocks, he knew he'd get his wish.

Jim licked Greg Jefferson's prick up and down. The saliva coated the firm
shaft, and Jim couldn't help but take a second to admire how perfect this
guy's cock was. Hard, long and perfectly cylindrical, it pulsed with raw
horniness and spit out a little pre-fuck ooze when Jim's tongue circled the
pissslit. He was licking the fat cocktip when all of a sudden, the
lineman's impatience took over and the horsecock pushed in without pause or
apology. Jim felt the wiry pubes tickle his lips and the hard abdomen
muscles pound his face as the jock ground his cock deep into the
businessman's gullet.


A couple of blowjobs later, Trent sucked as Frank Myers shot his seed onto
his tongue. The hairy senior pulled out his prick, which throbbed and
dripped with tiny streams of jockjuice. As Trent spit out that thick load,
the large athlete stepped back into the crowd of horny teen jock fuckers
and felt their warm, clammy skin and their hard muscles against his as they
slapped his back in congratulation.

His friend, halfback Larry Warren, fisted his cock and stepped up for his
turn at that warm mouth. Trent's cock could not take much more confinement,
so the man unzipped his suit pants and brought out his thick stud
erection. He couldn't remember when he'd been hornier and it showed in his
big, dripping fuckstick.

The powerful halfback felt the slick coolness as he stepped into the large
puddle of jock sperm and cocksucker saliva that pooled on the concrete
floor. He took aim at the older man's mouth and slid his fuck rod smoothly
in. With his strong arms, he grabbed Trent's head and held tight as he
thrust a powerful face fuck.

Trent usually played the top man and had a body that would seem imposing,
even to some of the bigger jocks on the team. Still, tonight he loved
swallowing big, juicy football player cock. His dick leaked as his mouth
got raped and abused by a jawbreaker of a prick. He loved how it stretched
his throat and loved the power of the hands holding his head tight on that
cock. His hands explored up the back of his fucker's legs, feeling the
smooth hairs and the thick, sinewy hamstrings. He clenched the hard,
muscular asscheeks which drove a horny, out-of-control stud dick deep into
his throat.

Jim was ready for Greg to shoot his fuckwad down his throat but at the last
minute, the large penis was removed and his throat and mouth felt
empty. Then came the searing white heat of thick jock cum, which spurted
against his face and all over his hair. This fucker must have been saving
up one hell of a load, Jim thought as the sperm kept blasting out from that
beautiful dick.

Jack's facefucker watched in horny appreciation and copied his buddy's
actions, pulling out his turgid fuckstick and whipping out a good load of
jockcream all over Jack's kneeling body. The white pearly cum dripped
everywhere, down Jack's face and neck, all over his dress shirt and tie and
onto the lap of his suitpants and the hardon that poked through the open
zipper. Jack took a second to grab his aching cock and rub the fuckcream
into it. He could have kept at it, but he was distracted by another fat
prick appearing in front of him to be serviced.

The boys were going crazy now. Some of them hosed their semen down the
older men's throats, but most pulled out at the last second and coated
their cocksuckers in grade-A jock jism. They didn't all wait to get sucked
either. While Trent was sucking off Larry, three guys came up beside him
and started whacking their meat and within minutes were spewing hot, fresh
jock scum everywhere.

When all the boys were spent, the three business men and their clothes were
coated in the team's semen from head to toe. The material was wet and
sticky and clung to their firm bodies as they stood up from their kneeling
position on the lockerroom floor.

None of them had gotten off all this time, and their hardons all throbbed
and stuck up out between their cum-soaked legs. The three met in a heated
kiss and took turns licking the mixed cum off each other's faces. While Jim
and Jack were dueling tongues and rubbing dicks, Trent undid and pulled
down Jim's soaked suitpants. As his slick cock found the tight, puckered
opening hidden deep between the cheeks of Jim's bubblebutt, he pushed
forward while the team cheered on. Even feeling dozens of stud jock eyes
watch as he dicked his best bud got him even hotter. Sponsoring the Jackson
High team was the best idea he'd had in along time.