by G. A. Hauser
The first cock, slick with soap, made its way towards his ass.
“Yes, give it to me.” Dylan quivered in excitement. As soothing hands and fingers ran all over his wet soapy skin, the man behind him pushed his cockhead passed Dylan’s tight rim.
Dylan gasped and forced himself to relax as the large prick inched its way inside him.
“That’s it, QB…you just let your teammates take good care of you.”
Dylan hissed out a breath, letting his tight muscles release with it. That dick moved in to the hilt. He felt his own dick get harder as he braced his hands on the dripping white tile.
Being fucked by a massive defensive lineman, Dylan took the entire weight of the man on his back and lavished in his thrusting hips. Dylan cried out in bliss, “Yes! Fuck me!”
A guttural growl preceded the rapid pulsating of the big man’s cock. Dylan felt it fill his ass with burning heat. The minute he pulled out, another soon replaced it.
Fingers pinched his nipples raw, manipulated his balls like play toys, dug into his saturated hair, caressed his back and neck, yet avoided touching his aching cock and making him come.
Another big defensive lineman had his way with him. Then the cornerback, next the linebackers, nose tackles, safety…
Only to be followed by his delicious offensive line; his receivers, halfbacks, fullbacks, not to mention the tightest of tight ends.
He knew he’d be sore. He didn’t care. God, how he loved his men! “Take me! Fuck me to heaven…oh, Jesus, keep fucking me!”
After an hour of having nearly half the pro team’s dicks up his ass, Dylan felt arms surround him and a breath in his ear hiss, “Best for last?”
An intense shiver washed over Dylan’s length. “My love, my baby…make me come!”
“You got it, lover.”
Finally two hands gripped his swollen prick to give it relief. And the last and best dick of the night was burrowed balls deep inside him.
“Anything for our winning quarterback.”
“Sean…oh God, Sean!” Dylan rocked into Sean’s slick palms, still bracing himself on the wet tiled wall. He knew there were dozens of men present, lingering, watching.
“How’s that, my love?” Sean crooned in his ear.
“Ah! Ah! Ahhffuck!” Dylan shot out ribbons of cum, which coated the wet wall and oozed down it.
As Sean’s pelvis slapped his ass with loud wet cracks, Dylan felt his lover’s body go rigid and pulsate in his well-worked hole.
Hearing Sean’s throaty grunts was reward enough for Dylan.
As Sean recuperated, resting his head on Dylan’s back, the men each kissed Dylan’s cheek whispering, “’Til the next win, QB,” as they left the showers.
“I love my job,” Dylan whimpered, rocking his forehead against his forearm as he pressed on the wall.
“And I love you.” Sean pulled out gently, still hugging Dylan tight.
* * * *
“You awake?”
“Huh?” Dylan had been leaning on the arm of the sofa with his chin cradled in his palm. Blinking wearily, he gazed at Sean as he sat next to him. “Yeah, just beat.”
“Want to stop watching this?” Sean pointed the remote control at the television set.
“No. I want to see the rest of it.” Dylan repositioned himself to cuddle Sean.
“Nice wood.” Sean gazed at Dylan’s crotch.
“I always get wood when I watch this video.”
“I know. The ex-porn star turned pro football player watching a porn film about a football star. Christ, the irony.”
“Shut up and let me watch it.” Dylan stuffed his hand between Sean’s thighs.
Sean kissed Dylan’s ear and whispered, “You’d want to get gang fucked by the team, wouldn’t you?”
“No. Come on.” Dylan laughed uneasily.
“Liar.”
Dylan met Sean’s eyes. “All right. I may fantasize getting it like that, but in reality I just want you.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah!” Dylan wrestled Sean down onto the couch under him.
After they kissed, Sean asked, “You really have fantasies about being screwed by the rest of the team?”
Seeing Sean’s look of disbelief, Dylan replied, “Nah. I was just kidding.”
“Damn!” Sean laughed.
“Shut up and kiss me.”
“You’ll miss the rest of the video.”
Dylan took the remote control and stopped the DVD. “There. Where were we?” Dylan drew Sean’s mouth to his.
Yes, fantasies were fun. But that was all they were. Fantasies.
The End