QB on the DL

After official practice ended, QB Joel Baxter hung around on the field and threw some additional reps with a couple of the newer wide receivers. It was a chance for them to build some rhythm and get a feel for each other’s timing. As the first-string signal-caller for the NFL’s Condors, Joel was ambitious and driven and knew that every little bit extra he did would eventually pay off in a game.

But there was another bonus for him in spending an extra fifteen or twenty minutes before heading to the locker room. It meant when he got there, there would be more naked manflesh on display. The other guys would have had time to stow their gear, do some stretches, and shoot the shit before hitting the showers. On this particular day, he got an extra treat as he entered the main locker area. Jake Townes, one of the safeties, was stretching out his hamstrings on one of the teak benches (everything was state of the art and first-class in their new facility) wearing only his jockstrap. Jake was a tight little package with a bubble butt and right now, his juicy, perfectly pink anus was on full display as he braced himself on the bench and splayed his legs. Joel knew he would masturbate to that image later.

It continued to surprise Joel how open the guys were about full nudity in the locker room. They thought nothing of walking around, hanging out, even carrying on full conversations wearing absolutely nothing. More often than not, they would go to the showers carrying their towels rather than wrapping them around their waists. There was always a huge range of body types on view, from the lean kickers to the more muscular receivers and cornerbacks to the ripped running backs to the downright beefy offensive and defensive line players.

Joel appreciated them all but his particular type was more the lean place kickers. Their first-stringer, Jonathan Cooper, was well over six feet but weighed in at 170. He had trim abs with good definition and a little swath of brown hair between his large, dark pink nipples that Joel longed to run his fingers through. Jonathan was also blessed downstairs; he had a very sizeable cock that hung down like a firehose, the uncut shaft reaching a good three inches below his balls.

As the face of an NFL franchise, Joel had precious few opportunities to engage in his homosexuality. He wasn’t necessarily ashamed of it, but he was a very private person and coming out would be difficult under any circumstances, let alone under the white-hot spotlight of the pro football media. He couldn’t even hit the bars and pick up guys because his face was known all over the country. Even in college, he was recognizable. Plus, he’d gone to school in a more rural, conservative area, so the opportunities would have been limited anyway. It was a shame, because his looks could have easily gotten him laid about any time he wanted it. He was 25 years old and stood six foot five, weighing in at 235 pounds, all of it in the right places. He had a toned, smooth chest and abs, thighs and calves that had been known to turn a few heads, and a posterior that did full justice to the tight pants of his uniform. He had straight light brown hair and brown eyes with a ready smile and even white teeth that hadn’t suffered any permanent football damage. He was quick with a joke or an on-point observation and respected by his teammates. He was in his third year in the League and the Condors were middle-of-the-pack, but considered on the upswing.

So, basically Joel spent a lot of time fucking Rosy Palm alone in his townhouse. He had only one outlet for actual sex with another guy and today he was surging with hormones and hoping he could make it happen. He stripped nude and tossed his towel over his shoulder and headed for the showers. He stood under the hot spray for a good ten minutes, feeling the tension release from his body. (Well, except for the tension in one area.) He took a couple of glances at the few other guys in the shower area. Davonte Clark-Jefferson was across from him and was the grand prize winner of the Biggest Cock Award on the team. He was a defensive end and had smooth, ebony skin with tatted-up, extra muscular arms and pecs. His crowning glory was hanging between his legs – an absolutely stunningly huge piece of swinging dick meat. Joel couldn’t even guess what it would measure when erect. Davonte called it his pussy-splitter and Joel figured it could practically break a woman in half if its owner weren’t careful.

After a few minutes, everyone else had moved on and Joel found himself alone for a moment. He considered rubbing out a lightning-quick one but before he could decide he saw the person he hoped would help him out coming into the showers. His backup QB, Miller Thompson.

Miller was a couple inches shorter than Joel and about twenty pounds lighter, but still solid as a rock. He was a year older than Joel and had been a starter with another team for a couple of years, but that didn’t work out and he’d been traded to the Condors to play as backup. He took the demotion gracefully and worked as hard as anyone on the team, ready to step in if he was needed.

Miller and Joel exchanged head nods and Miller stopped at the shower a couple down from Joel. He turned on the spray and quickly soaped up and washed his hair, then began rinsing off. Joel glanced to the side and admired Miller’s taught, hairless chest, his lean hips, and the nice curve of his firm, muscular buttocks.

“Pretty smooth practice today,” Miller said. “Feeling good about Sunday?”

“Yeah,” Joel answered. “Only worried about their pass rush. Couple of those fuckers are lightning.”

“Yep, you might have to run away from them a few times,” Miller grinned. “But you can handle it.”

They both finished rinsing off and shut off the spray. They stood there, dripping and naked for a moment, then Miller glanced at Joel. “Meeting in five?”

Anticipation rocketed through Joel. He brushed his hand softly over his own penis. “I was thinking the same thing.”

Miller shot Joel a wink and left the shower, his ass flexing and releasing enticingly as he strode across the tiles. Joel quickly dried off and stopped by his locker to throw on some shorts and a T-shirt. His erection was growing and he hoped the hem of the T covered his expanding bulge. Then he left the locker room and went down a long hallway past conference rooms and around a corner to where there was a small meeting room that was almost never used. He opened the door and stepped in to find Miller perched on the table, waiting for him.

Joel locked the door behind him as Miller hopped of the table and dropped to his knees. Joel positioned himself in front of Miller’s face and his backup made quick work of Joel’s button and zipper and yanked his shorts down. Joel’s boner sprang free, tweaking Miller on the nose. Joel couldn’t compare with Davonte, but he was still pretty proud of his equipment. His dick grew to six and a half inches when hard, with solid girth and a fleshy, bell-shaped head with a wide and deep piss slit.

Miller engulfed it with his mouth and got him good and wet with spit before beginning to work the head and frenulum with his mouth while simultaneously jerking the shaft with his right hand. Joel closed his eyes and just enjoyed the sensation. He and Miller had been hooking up periodically for a couple of months now. “Meeting” was their code for slipping away to this unused room with a lock on the door to trade BJs. It was the only time Joel ever got actual physical sex.

He couldn’t quite figure out exactly what Miller’s deal was. Miller had made the first move over a couple of beers one night when they stayed late to study some film. But he had a live-in girlfriend that Joel assumed he fucked regularly. He was a very enthusiastic cock sucker, but he wouldn’t swallow Joel’s load and didn’t even want the sperm to touch him. And he certainly never offered his asshole for anything – oral was as far as he went. Joel didn’t know if he was bi, curious, in denial, what. He would only hook up at the football complex, never at his place or Joel’s.

As there was really nothing he could do about that, he just enjoyed what Miller was willing to give, because what Miller gave was pretty damn good. He had great rhythm and a plentiful supply of spit to keep Joel nice and lubed. After a few minutes where the only sound was the wet, slippery noise of Miller’s head bobbing on Joel’s cock, Joel felt his balls start to tighten. He gently pulled his cock out of Miller’s mouth.

“Your turn,” he said, and the two traded places. Joel yanked down Miller’s track shorts and saw he was commando today. His erection had made a little wet spot of pre-cum on the fabric while he’d been servicing Joel. Joel took Miller’s stiffie in his hand and looked at it. He wasn’t as big as Joel – maybe five and a half inches and not as thick – but he had huge balls that gave him a nice bulge in his tight uniform pants. He had an unusual way of trimming his pubic hair. He kept a strip of his black bush in place right below his waistline, with his happy trail leading into it. Then everything below that was shaved completely smooth. He laughingly called it his “high and tight,” in reference to the similar military haircut with shaved sides and longer hair on top.

Joel had been surprised by how much manscaping went on among NFL players. He guessed there were as many shaved bushes in your average locker room as in your average gay bar. So far, he had let his own brown bush go natural since the fine, straight hair wasn’t out of control or anything. But the more he glanced at the crotches of his teammates, the more he considered trimming things a little just to fit in. Many of the Black players shaved their pubes completely smooth and almost all had them at least trimmed down. Cooper, the place kicker that tripped Joel’s trigger, had trimmed his into a neat V that just accented his length. Even some of the “big uglies,” as they called the offensive line, had obviously done a little pruning in their gardens.

Joel placed his lips on Miller’s neatly circumcised head and worked his way down. Newly showered, Miller tasted clean and fresh. Joel loved to massage those huge, glass-smooth balls as he sucked, gently working them through his fingers and stroking them with his palm. He worked Miller’s nutsack with his right hand and used his left to grip and knead Miller’s tight, smooth ass. He had a great rump and Joel longed to turn him around, bend him over, devour his mancunt, then give it a rough, bareback fuck. But he knew that was just a fantasy.

What wasn’t a fantasy was that Miller was approaching orgasm. His hips shifted back and forth, controlling the speed at which his shaft moved over Joel’s lips and tongue. His breathing quickened and Joel knew he was seconds away. Unlike Miller, Joel was willing to swallow cum and Miller’s was tasty – a little bitter and a little citrusy, like grapefruit juice. He doubled down on his tongue action and his right hand went from Miller’s balls to his ass, so that he could use both hands to pull Miller in. Soon he felt Miller’s cock jerk between his lips, then the heat of ejaculate coated his mouth before sliding down his throat, leaving its tangy essence behind on his tongue.

Joel hopped up, his shorts still around his knees, and quickly jerked his own cock to completion, shooting his load across the polished tabletop. Both guys then quickly covered up and Joel used a roll of paper towels to clean his cream off the furniture. He stuffed the used paper towel in his pocket to throw away later.

Miller opened the door and went out into the hall, stopping for a moment in the doorway.

“’Sup, Coop?” Joel heard him ask.

Cooper, the place kicker, was lingering by the corner just down from the meeting room. Fuck, Joel thought, what is he doing down here?

“I’m, uh, just wandering around waiting for Coach Nichols to get free.”

“Cool,” Miller said. “We were looking at some new plays. See ya tomorrow.” Miller headed on off down the hall and towards the players’ lounge.

“Yeah, see ya later,” said Joel, heading the same way as Miller.

Fuck, he hoped Cooper didn’t go in the meeting room, because he knew it smelled like spunk.

When Joel got to the end of the hallway, he couldn’t resist looking back. Cooper was still standing at the corner, watching Joel.

*****

Joel wondered about what Cooper had been doing hanging around the conference room while he and Miller were getting off. He wondered if Cooper suspected anything was going on between them. He and Miller would have to keep a close eye on that and be very careful in the future.

These thoughts didn’t stop Joel from having a nice, long jerkoff session in bed, though. He stripped naked, grabbed a tube of lotion from this nightstand, and propped himself against a pillow leaned on the headboard. He squirted a strip of lotion onto his hand, then gradually began to work it up and down his thickening shaft as a series of images came into this head.

He thought about Townes, the safety, doing stretches with his asshole exposed, the dark blond hairs around his pucker matted with jock sweat. Joel came to full erection as he imagined what it would be like to stick his tongue between Townes’ cheeks and eat his ass like an apple. He’d get Townes good and wet, then fuck him raw, holding on to the leg straps of his jock for leverage as he pumped. He’d shoot his seed deep in the young safety’s guts and lick it up as it leaked back out.

He remembered the smooth feel and clean taste of Miller’s oversized nuts as he licked them between sessions of swallowing his backup’s shaft. In his fantasy, Miller would go further than in reality and Joel envisioned blasting his load on the handsome guy’s face, his cum dripping from Miller’s full lips. Now Joel was leaking pre and he squeezed a big glob onto his thumb and added that to the lotion to add a new slickness to the mixture his hand was working up and down his cock, faster and faster.

He even thought for a minute about what it would feel like to have Davonte’s enormous hammer enter his asshole and fuck him. Joel was mostly a top and had only been fucked a couple of times and that was years ago in high school. He knew a dick that big would be far more than he could take, but in his fantasies he imagined his tight knot learning to relax and slide open to accept invading manmeat.

His thoughts finally turned back to Cooper and his lean body. Joel knew from experience that if you Googled “jonathan cooper nfl bulge” there were plenty of photos of Cooper in his uniform with an impressive mound at his crotch. He was a handsome guy, with soft brown hair he wore just a little bit long, youthful features, and olive eyes. He seemed to attract plenty of attention from ladies at the clubs when groups of players would go out occasionally, but come to think of it, Joel couldn’t remember Cooper leaving with any of them or slipping away to hook up in back rooms like some of the guys did.

He had a sudden mental image being on his knees, sucking Miller’s cock as Cooper walked in the room and caught them. Instead of turning and leaving or demanding to know what was going on, he marched straight over and yanked down his pants. His cock was erect and he retracted his foreskin, bringing his head close to Joel’s lips…

And Joel’s balls tightened and his cock spasmed as he blasted his nut high, the ribbons of semen splattering down on his chest, stomach, thighs, and sheets. It took a moment for Joel’s breathing to calm after the intense orgasm. Once his breath was even again, he decided fuck it and just turned off his lamp and rolled over to sleep, his cum and lube further staining the sheets. He would wake up to crusty linens, but he didn’t care.

Practice was more intense the next day, since they had only one more day in their home facility before they would travel for the away game. They had meetings with the position coaches in the middle of the day, ran a few more drills, then went back to the locker rooms to clean up before heading out for dinner or resting and watching video of the opponent.

Joel showered off quickly, so focused on the upcoming game that he actually only partially processed the parade of nudity around him as the guys went back and forth between the showers and the lockers. He had put Cooper out of his mind so far, but then he saw the young man coming across the locker room toward him as he pulled on his shirt.

“Got a sec?” Cooper asked.

“Sure,” Joel answered, curious and a touch anxious.

Cooper lowered his voice, even though no one else was really within earshot. “You know, you should learn to share better.”

“Huh?” Joel said, genuinely confused.

A sly grin slid across Cooper’s face. “I want some of what Miller’s getting. You should share.” He discreetly squeezed Joel’s bulge through his khakis. “Meet me down the hall.”

He sauntered away, his firm ass looking great in dark jeans.Fuck, thought Joel. Was this some kind of trap? He’d better tread lightly and admit nothing until he figured out what was up. He gathered what he needed for the evening in his tote bag and went back down the hall to the spare meeting room. Most of the offices were empty, their occupants either offsite for a meal or in the lounge getting a snack.

When he reached the end of the hall, the little-used meeting room door was open just a crack. He pushed it wider and stuck his head inside. Cooper was leaning against the far wall, his arms crossed over his chest. He still had that sly grin.

“Hey,” Joel said.

“Hey,” Cooper shot back.

“I’m not sure what the fuck you meant—”

“Look, man, I’m not trying to jam you up or anything. I meant what I said. I want some of what Miller’s getting. Straight up, you turn me on.” Before Joel could say anything, he went on. “You know, I was a math major in college. So I can add two and two. You and your backup come out of here yesterday, flushed and sweaty and looking guilty as hell. You couldn’t get away fast enough. When I came in here, it smelled like mansex. And I know that smell.”

Joel could feel himself blushing – damn his fair coloring! – as Cooper pushed off the wall and walked over to him. “So I certainly am not interested in outing you two or anything. I just want a piece of the action.” He tilted his head up slightly and brushed Joel’s lips with his own. “So I just have one question for you: Do you want to fuck my ass right now?” His hand went to Joel’s crotch again, which was starting to swell as he realized Cooper was for real.

“Fuck yes,” he answered, pushing the door shut behind him and locking it.

“Then what are you waiting for, QB-one?” Cooper turned around, unzipping his jeans and dropping them, bracing himself on the edge of the conference table. The confident fucker was commando, so the denim slid down to reveal his bare ass, pale white against the tan of his lower back. He had taut, firm cheeks with dimpled sides and a wide crack separating the glutes and providing a tantalizing glimpse of his most intimate spot.

Joel dropped to his knees and spread the cheeks apart, exposing Cooper’s hole. There were just a few brown hairs around it in an otherwise smooth crack. Joel wasted no time diving his tongue in, giving Cooper a jolt that lifted him on his toes. Cooper tasted perfect, just slightly musky. A few ripples in his pussy flesh let Joel know he wasn’t a virgin by any means. Joel continued to eat him out for several minutes, making up for the fact he hadn’t had a opportunity to eat ass in far too long.

But soon it was time for the main event, and Joel could tell Cooper was ready. The kicker was making soft grunting sounds and pushing his rump into Joel’s face as hard as he could. He had taken his uncircumcised dick in his left hand and pumped his impressive erection while he held onto the table with this right hand.

Joel stood and dropped his own pants and boxer briefs, his raging cock fighting its way out, ready for action. There was so much he wanted to do with Cooper, starting with a nice long mutual oral session, but right now was for fucking. So he spit down on his shaft and pressed the head of his penis against Cooper’s moistened cunt. He pushed pass the assring, then paused as Cooper grunted, adjusting to his girth. Then he relaxed and Joel slid the rest of his shaft in, feeling the hot, pulsing softness of another man’s colon surrounding his dick for the first time in years. He began to fuck with long, slow strokes. Cooper made soft noises of pleasure and whispered, “Fuck me with that thick cock, QB-one.” His eager hole seemed to pull Joel back in each time, desperate to be filled. The facility was mostly empty, but they didn’t need to risk attracting any attention with loud cries of ecstasy. Even though Joel felt like he could have roared loud enough to knock down the walls from the pleasure of ravaging Cooper’s greedy ass.

They rutted like the horny male beasts they were, the fusing of Joel’s cock with Cooper’s asshole giving both a pleasure they didn’t have nearly often enough. Joel felt like he went into a bit of a trance for a few minutes as he used Cooper to satisfy his lust. Then he realized he wanted to feel the kicker’s cock and explore it with his hand. So even as he continued a steady fucking, he gave Cooper a reach-around, taking over his buddy’s jerking and feeling the ample foreskin sliding back and forth over the head, covering and exposing, covering and exposing. Cooper’s equipment didn’t disappoint when erect; he was definitely both a shower and a grower.

Just a minute or so later, Cooper drew in a sharp breath and said softly, “I’m gonna cum, man.” He put his hand over Joel’s and guided the strokes to facilitate his building orgasm.

“I’m close too,” Joel told him. “Want me to pull out?”

“Fuck no, QB-one. Shoot that load up my ass.”

That carnal demand put Joel at the point of no return. All systems were go and it was almost like gears were clicking in his balls as his load began to fire up his shaft and out his slit right into Cooper’s depths. Almost simultaneously, Cooper began to shake with the intensity of his own orgasm and his seed splattered the table top and floor in a milky deluge. His colon clenched with each spurt of his release, squeezing more jizz out of Joel that he thought even possible.

Once the torrent of cum stopped for both of them, they collapsed into the nearest two conference chairs, their bare asses on the leather, pants around their knees as they caught their breath.

“Now it really smells like mansex in here,” commented Cooper.

Three days later, the Condors went on the road and played a tough game against their divisional leader. Joel executed a perfect two-minute drill to get Cooper in position to kick a winning thirty-yard field goal as time expired.

In the celebratory locker room afterwards, Cooper got Joel alone for a moment.

“Guess I’m your good-luck fuck, huh? You could ride my ass all the way to the Super Bowl.”

“I’m gonna give it a shot,” Joel promised with a gleam in his eye and a twitch in his dick.