Dumb Hung Quarterback

Nothing was ever really the same after that day in the van. Parker kept finding himself on the receiving end of my clumsy, idiotic, massive dumb quarterback cock. He was always so nice about it. He never once let me know that he was mad (and Im sure he was pissed), nor did he ever make me feel bad about it. Every time he just talked me through it, and we both did our best to make it go as quickly as possible. It happened over and over and over again. And each time, Parker knew exactly what to do to get us out of the predicament. We had figured out that if my cock ever entered a hole that it wasn't supposed to, usually his poor mouth or ass, the quickest way to get it out was for me to cum. It made sense. My cock was not going to leave his tight hole until it wasn’t throbbing hard. No matter what I did, it would find its way back inside unless it shot a massive load down my best friend's ass or throat.

Parker knew that too, we discussed it many times. He usually just let me fuck his face, or pound his tight hole. Every once in a while he would take over and do all the hard work. That's how I knew he was such a great best friend. I'm sure he just hated having to do that, but he did it without complaint every time. Parker worked his hardest to end our predicament whenever it happened. And oh boy did it happen often. 

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A perfect example of this was actually just a few weeks after that crazy van incident. I woke up to a wild surprise while in a hotel room before a huge game against our bitter rival. Me and Parker were always hotel mates during these road trips, Parker made sure of it! In fact a lot of these issues unfortunately happened in these hotel rooms. On this particular day, when I woke up I immediately saw that down under my covers was Parker, his mouth was wrapped around my huge cock! I couldn't believe it. Was I dreaming? How did this even happen? He must have gotten stuck down there by accident. There must have been a reason this was happening. 

That's when it hit me. Parker must have been giving me a leg massage after our rough practice the night before, and while he was down there, my cock must have thrust itself deep down Parker's tight throat. I couldn’t believe it, I was so embarrassed! He was working my cock so good. Every inch of my 10 inch monster was pounding the back of his throat. My hips were grinding against his pretty face without me even knowing.  He must have wanted me to cum so bad, just to end this incredibly embarrassing situation. Parker’s hands were rubbing up and down my shredded six pack while he did it. I wonder how he knew that playing with my abs would make me cum faster? He is so smart. 

“Dude I am so fucking sorry… this is such an embarrasment.” I gasped as he was sucking away and my horse cock. “I can tell you were just trying to help me with my sore legs, but my gigantic dick had a mind of its own!” Parker looked up at me with tears forming in his eyes and a slight grin forming on his face. My cock was so massive that it was making him cry, but he was such a good friend that he still had a smile on his face, just to make me feel better! Parker truly is the best friend a 18 year old star quarterback could ask for. 

Parker mumbled something as it was all happening, but I couldn't tell what he was saying. All I know is that he was desperately trying to get my rock hard, throbbing, monster cock to cum so he could remove it from his tight mouth. He was trying so hard that it almost sounded like he was moaning. Parker's hands continued to explore my muscles. After playing with my ripped abs for a while, he moved up to my massive pecs. He squeezed them, pushed them together, pulled at them, and pinched my nipples until they seemed like they were getting even more muscular. The feeling was crazy good. Parker is like a genius when it comes to getting my cock to unload. He is so smart. 

“Dude you are so good at this, I’m so lucky to have a friend like you.” I moaned. Parker had me so close to cumming. “You know exactly how to end this terrible situation without making it weird!” 

Just then, Parker's hand reached around my back and spread apart my two round muscular ass cheeks. He slid one finger into my tight hole. I had never felt anything like it. Parker’s finger dove deep into my hole, and with a purpose. It's like he knew exactly where he needed to go. His touch sent a jolt through my body, and directly into my massive hard cock. He was finally about to accomplish what he had been working so hard to do. 

“What the fuck” I moaned. I couldn’t believe what I was feeling. It was like Parker had found my secret cum button. After just two pokes with one finger inside my ass, cum was shooting down Parker’s throat. Shot after shot. My cock throbbed against his tongue with every pulse of cum. I must have sent a gallon of cum into Parker’s stomach. I couldn't help but let out a massive moan. Fuck. 

Parker had just made me cum down his throat. He was such a good friend. I couldn't believe my cock shoved itself into his mouth, and not only was he not mad, but he was willing to help me get it out! 

“Oh my god dude i can't believe my cock got stuck in your throat.” I sighed. “I'm assuming you were just giving my legs a nice massage after that insane practice yesterday, and then while you were doing that my gigantic horse cock somehow shoved itself inside your mouth.” I explained as Parker wiped tears from his eyes. Poor guy. 

Parker looked at me with an astonished look on his face. Like he couldn’t believe I had put it all together. “Oh. Uhhh. Yeah that's right. How did you figure that out?” Parker smirked as he traced my v line with his finger. 

“See, he’s not the only smart one on the team.” I thought. 

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That night we had our biggest game yet. It was against our school’s arch rivals. They were always really good. And this year they were led by my main competition for Mr. Football in the state. His name is Chris, and everyone says we are just alike. That’s because we both play quarterback, we both perfected our bodies to make them optimal for football, and let's just say we both are much more respected for our athletic prowess than our academic successes. 

The night of the game was absolutely insane. It was raining all day and the field was a mess. Coach made us all wear the tightest jerseys we had. He said it would be tougher for the other team to grab us with how slippery it was, if we had tight jerseys on. Who was I to question my coach? 

Coach was always helping out his players. He really was the best coach anyone could ask for. And this was no different. He made sure that the tight jerseys were all put on properly. He paid special attention to my uniform. I guess because I was the star quarterback, I needed to have my jersey the tightest of anyone. Coach told me to sit at my locker, and he would pick out the perfect jersey and perfect pants for this really important game. 

According to coach, he was a pretty good player when he was in high school and college. And wow was he built like it. Coach was everything I wanted to be when I got older. Big huge muscles, a hairy chest, massive thighs, gigantic pecs that stuck out of the tank top he always wore around the locker room. He really did fill that tank out perfectly. For a guy of course. His arms were huge and they always seemed like they were slightly flexing, Coach was probably in his early forties at this point, but he still took amazing care of himself. I guess he felt like he needed to set a good example for us. 

A couple minutes later, coach returned with what looked like an extra small jersey and an even smaller pair of football pants. “Nolan, these are gonna do the trick. They are going to be skin tight. No one on that other team will be able to touch you!” Coach exclaimed. He really had thought all this true. I guess that's why he is such a good coach. Coach tossed the two items to me, and watched me as I stripped out of my warmups. His face got a little red, he must have been slightly embarrassed having to watch his quarterback get naked. 

But thank god he was there. As I started to pull the jersey over my head, I could feel it getting stuck. The jersey was barely fitting over my big jock pecs. I guess i wasn't going to be wearing pads today!  Coach ran over to me, grabbed the bottom of my jersey, and pulled as hard as he could just to get it over my chest. He must have wanted leverage, because he ended up grabbing my bubble butt with one hand as he pulled down on the jersey hard. In an instant the jersey came crashing down off my pecs, and coach couldn't stop his hand fast enough. Without even realizing it, coach’s hand fell off the jersey and grabbed right onto my big huge quarterback cock. I say that he didn't realize because there was no other explanation as to why his hand stayed there for at least 10 seconds. He had to have been thinking that he was still holding onto my jersey.

Next was the pants. I had never seen football pants that small.  How was this even going to work? Coach clearly had the same concern, because before I even knew it, coach was on his knees with the pants in his hands. “I'm just gonna help you put these on myself.” coach whispered. 

Coach pulled my sweat pants off my legs himself. Then he started sliding the pants up my calves. The big issue occurred when it came to my tree trunk thighs. Coach needed to use all his strength to get the pants up past the thighs and to my waist. Coach decided to rotate me around so he could tackle this assignment from my backside. My ass was clearly the part of my body he felt was the sturdiest, because he again used my big huge muscle ass for leverage. With one hand he held on tight to my ass, and with another, he pulled straight up on the pants. After a few tugs the pants were finally around my waist. They were so tight, it was almost like a second skin. 

Coach took a step back, gave me a few glances up and down, and stated “Oh no, Im seeing an issue. Parker there is something going on in your pants. Right up front in the groin. You aren't going to be aerodynamic enough. Come here, let me fix it.” I shuffled over to coach and let him do what he needed to do. He was such a good coach. Unfortunately I don't think coach understood what he was messing with. 

Coach, now back on his knees, started rubbing my groin area, which based on my generous size, was almost entirely my massive cock. He kept rubbing it, grabbing it, pushing it, pulling it. At one point he was clearly trying to get close enough to figure out what was causing the issue, because I could feel his warm breath on the tip of my cock. Coach was trying so hard to make me more aerodynamic, that he didn't even realize he was playing with my big huge quarterback cock. To my embarrassment, all these adjustments were starting to wake the monster in my pants up. Thankfully I don't think coach even realized. He was rubbing my big long shaft up and down inside the pants, getting it harder and harder, and he just kept on going about his business like nothing was wrong. 

After about 5 minutes of playing, coach let out a huge sigh (or maybe a moan?), stood up, and started walking to his office. I guess I was finally aerodynamic enough to play in the game. 

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The game went as expected. The field was very wet, and the constant rain was not helping our traction. Luckily for me, coach made sure my uniform fit like a second skin. Everything was tight to my skin and pads. There was no wasted space. Everyone in the crowd was staring at our team and me specifically, I guess they were really impressed with the uniform selection and how aerodynamic we were. I even overheard some fans saying “God coach never disappoints, he knows exactly what we came to see.” Clearly, everyone was excited to see an riveting, speedy, fast-paced game. 

After warm ups, i looked up and saw him. It was my biggest rival, my biggest competition, Chris. The opposing team’s quarterback, and the favorite of every single girl in the stands. He looked like a movie star. Big muscles, longish blonde hair, a chiseled jawline, and it was clear that he’s never once skipped leg day. His ass could only be described as the perfect muscle bubble. It was even more muscular and bigger than Parker’s. As soon as i looked at chris, he made eye contact with me, and came running over to me. We bro hugged and he slapped my ass, I did the same to him. We exchanged a couple “good luck”, but we clearly didn't mean it. This game was the biggest of the season, and it meant war. As we went our separate ways, Chris jogged back to his sideline. As he did this, I noticed that there was a hole torn into the center of the butt of his pants. His fat ass was pressed against the hole and was straining the fabric, desperate to burst out.  I wanted to say something, but it was too late. As he jogged past his teammates, they all laughed and high-fived each other. They must have been so excited about the game and their star quarterback, that he was a walking wardrobe malfunction. 

 The game was a thriller. Each team traded touchdowns as the quarterbacks excited the crowds with fantastic plays. The rain continued to fall, but thanks to coach, we were not slowed down. During the fourth quarter, we were down by 5. We needed a touchdown, and coach called the trick play we had been practicing all year. I was going to fake the handoff to the running back, shovel it backwards to the fullback, run out wide, and catch a pass from the fullback for a touchdown. The play was working perfectly, I had executed the fake and the pitch exactly how I needed to. I sprinted out to the right, turned around, caught a perfect pass, and was headed into the endzone. The only person who could stop me was the safety. He attempted to tackle me, but I was powering through. We were at the 1 yard line and I was fighting like hell. The safety grabbed my thighs to try and stop me, but all he could do was grasp the fabric of my extremely tight pants. When he did that, the most embarrassing thing happened. My pants split right down the middle and my gigantic horse cock came flopping out. 

The crowd went silent, but I kept pushing. The safety fell off along with my pants. And I stretched out to try and cross the line before my pants inevitably tripped me up. Just before getting tripped up I crossed into the endzone, rapidly hardening cock first, and scored the touchdown as time expired. The crowd went absolutely crazy. I had never heard a cheer like that. My cock was standing at attention and all my teammates gave it a playful tug as we celebrated. It was the best feeling in the world, we had won the game, and not even losing my pants could ruin it. After the celebration was over, it was time to shake hands with the opposing team. I immediately wanted to shake Chris’s hand and congratulate him on the great game. 

Apparently Chris had the same idea as me. He came running in my direction and just as we were about to meet, I hit a particularly wet patch of grass and slipped directly onto my back. I slid right at Chris’s feet and he fell, face first, into my exposed lap. My giant cock had gotten fully hard during the celebration and I didn't even realize it. Unfortunately for Chris, his mouth fell directly onto my cock and he inhaled all 10 inches. It was so deep that I think Chris’s brain could not comprehend what was happening. I swear he was sucking on it for a half a second, before realizing what was going on and pushing himself off. 

Chris got off and stood up first. I was a little off balance and when I tried standing up I almost fell, I caught myself on the back of Chris's pants and unfortunately, my hand found the hole that I noticed before the game (it had gotten even bigger after the long hard game we had just taken part in). My fingers dove straight into Chris’s tight muscle hole. Chris let out a massive moan as my index finger flicked inside the dumb quaterback’s hole. It was such a muscular ass that it swallowed my fingers and would not let them go. The only way his muscle ass would let my hand go is after I moved my fingers back and forth about 10 times, loosening the hole’s grip. Chris was clearly trying to get him to let my hand go as well. His hips were bucking back and forth at the same rhythm as my hand movements. Finally Chris’s tight asshole released my hand. Christ was clearly so embarrassed. 

“I'm so sorry dude! My ass has a habit of eating things up. At least this time it wasn't one of my teammates' big cocks! This is the most embarrassing moment of my entire life. It's not your fault at all.” Chris’s face was bright red, and all he could do was run to his locker room. 

I felt terrible. He should not feel bad about what happened. It was all my fault. I decided that I needed to go talk to him and explain why none of this was his fault and why he should not feel bad at all. With that thought I ran back to my locker room. The plan was to celebrate with the team for a bit, then run to Chris’s locker room and have a nice long chat. 

About an hour after the game, we had finally finished celebrating. I decided now would be a great time to go check on Chris. I walked through the tunnels between the locker rooms and it was pretty empty. I don't think I saw anyone from Chris’s team still there. It was seeming less and less likely that Chris was still in the locker room. I almost turned around. It was getting late and no one was around. It was cold on my still naked body (why didn't I put on any clothes?) But something told me that I needed to check the locker room just to make sure. 

I opened the door to the locker room and immediately heard some sort of grunting. It sounded like someone was in the middle of an intense workout. I peered around the corner, into the area where all the players get dressed for the games, and what I saw completely shocked me. There, right in front of my eyes was someone on all fours with both hands grasping their ass. As I moved closer, I realized the ass that was being grabbed could only belong to one person, Chris! 

“Oh my god, Chris, what is going on?” I yelled. Chris’s entire body jumped up, I must have startled him. 

“Nolan! I'm trying to see if I will be able to fix this stupid hole in my pants. My Dad says I tear my football pants way too much and he’s going to stop paying for them soon. So I just want to see if these can be fixed before I tell him that they ripped again.” Chris explained as he still sat there with his back arched and massive ass flexed like nothing I had ever seen before. I guess that did make perfect sense. 

“Oh wow Chris, I didn’t realize this was such an issue for you.” I exclaimed. “Here, why don’t I help you check it out.”  I then got on my knees right behind Chris. He was still on his hands and knees.  I immediately started pulling at the fabric on both sides, trying my hardest to get pants to fully cover Chris’s massive muscle ass. But no matter how hard I pulled, it just wouldn’t happen. I was about to give up, but I decided to give it one last pull. I put all my strength into pulling on both sides of Chris’s pants. I really should have thought it through. Because next thing I knew Chris’s entire body was falling backward. It was like watching in slow motion. His fully exposed ass was heading directly toward my giant exposed horse cock, that was rock hard for some reason. I got a perfect view of Chris’s tight asshole as he fell backwards. It was tight and pink, completely compressed by the insane amount of muscle surrounding it. It was even more beautiful than Parker’s, which was saying something. There was nothing I could do but watch in horror as Chris’s tight muscle asshole was perfectly penetrated by my 10 inch monster. 

“Oh fuck no.” I moaned. “Not again!” 

“What do you mean not again?” Chris questioned, his eyes rolling back in his head.

“This happens with my best bud Parker all the time. Its so embarrassing every single time… Fuckkkk... Anyways I always have to fucking pound his tight little asshole until I am able to cum and get soft. So unfortunately for you Chris, Im gonna have to fuck the shit out of your perfect little muscle hole until I can cum. Got its sooo tight. Oh my god. Anyways, I am so sorry and hopefully this ends sooner rather than later.” I was furiously trying to explain the situation to Chris, hoping that he wouldn't be too mad. 

“I'm so relieved to hear that.” Chris sighed. Umm what? Why would he say that I thought to myself. “This literally happens to me all the time as well. God fucking damn. I'm always caught in situations just like this one. And with pretty much every single player on my team. It's the most insane thing ever. Each teammate with their gigantic jock cock, have found themselves violently fucking my tight hole. Fuck you’re so fucking deep inside me. Its always my fault because my ass is so fat that it seems to just swallow my big muscular teammates cocks up like it's hungry for them. I don't know how to stop it. Every time I bend over in the locker room something happens and someone's jumbo cock gets lodged up inside me. Nolan yours is so fucking big fuckkkk. They always call me an idiot and tell me ‘great Chris, now i gotta fuck you senseless with my huge cock. This is all your fault!’” 

It was shocking to me how similar our situations are. Who knew that jock’s with big cocks and big asses would get stuck in these compromising situations. I kept fucking Chris’s ass like I have with Parker on so many occasions. Deep long strokes. And with each stroke Chris moaned as my hips clapped against his fat ass. I couldn't believe this was happening to me again. All because my cock was so gigantic and i'm so clumsy. 

“Fuck dude you gotta fuck me harder and faster. Get so deep inside me. Fuck Nolan. Get deeper in there. Go HARDER. Go FASTER. Please Nolan I need you to fuck me sensless so you can cum deep inside me tight hole. We need to do it fast so no one walks in and gets the wrong idea.” Chris was talking deep but fast. Clearly wanting this whole terrible experience to be over. 

I decided to do exactly what Chris asked me to do. I increased my speed and went as hard as I possibly could. Each and every stroke was deep inside his tight hole. Each and every stroke was met with a moan from Chris. Something about the way he moaned my name as i fucked him with my gigantic 10 inch horse cock made my cock even harder and stretched his tight jock hole even further. 

Each thrust was more powerful. I wanted to cum so bad. I needed to get my cock out of his ass as soon as humanly possible. And the only way i could make that happen was to dump a gallon of cum inside Chris’s poor ass. 

“Oh my god Chris get ready this is going to be a huge load. Fuck Chris your hole is so tight. Fuck fuck fuck. Im about to shoot Chris. Get ready, then this unfortunate nightmare will finally be over. It feels so fucking good. Fuck Chris, that big fat jock ass is so perfect, you’re making me CUMMM.” and with that my jumbo cock shot load after load deep inside Chris’s jock ass. After what seemed like five minutes of cumming, my softening cock flopped out of Chris’s ass. 

“God Nolan, that was insane, you definitely showed your experience getting yourself unstuck from these situations. You knew exactly what to do to end this embarrassing situation. Thank you so much Nolan. Im such a clumsy mess. Hopefully you don’t hate me too much.” Chris said. 

“Thats exactly why I came here in the first place Chris! Its not your fault at all, I was the problem, and I caused all the issues. Out on the field and in here. I was the one that got my cock stuck in your ass all because I pulled on your pants too hard. This was all my fault and I am sorry!” I felt terrible that he was still blaming himself. 

“Maybe we both deserve a little blame. Anyways, thanks for all the help. It just really sucks that these pants aren't salvageable. I'm gonna have to get new ones.” I think Chris was going to need specially designed pants for that gigantic ass of his. 

“Thanks Chris. And best of luck for the rest of the season. I'm sure we will see each other at the Mr. Football award ceremony. But until then, you should text me whenever you want!” I then grabbed his phone and added my number to his contacts. I gave Chris a hug, a  slap on the ass, and went back to the locker room. 

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When i finally got home late that night, I checked my phone and saw the following message: 

“Hey Nolan, Chris here. I know we’re rivals but thanks for doing me a solid tonight and trying to help with the pants. I guess it’s no good and they’re ruined forever, but Coach said I shouldn’t worry, he’ll get me new ones. So I don’t need to tell Dad about this one, I swear to you he is pissed about so many of my pants ripping on my behind because of this big jock ass of mine. He even threw all of my underwear away saying from now on I should just wear only jockstraps, can you believe it? Anyway, sorry about the rant. Peace dude, and don’t forget, next time I’m beating your ass on the field. Chris”

Under the message was a picture. It showed Chris still in the locker room, on all fours, smiling, but unfortunately his pants were still torn, only this time his hole was red and raw, cum dripping out of his hole and onto the floor. 

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