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My jaw dropped when I saw the hairy, tanned stud sitting by the pool, nursing a beer like he owned the place. Bearded and covered with a thick pelt that covered nearly every inch of his body, a gold chain draped upon his manly, hairy pecs, the man oozed testosterone. Normally, I’d be all over a dude like him, offering up my willing body for his pleasure. Sadly, the stud wasn’t there for me. He was there for my mom.
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The wonders of the metro ..
Fuuuuck yes.
My life was so fucking sweet the day I received the invite to come and practice with the local football team, the Champs. I'd been trying to get noticed by them and went to a lot of trouble working out daily at the local gym so I could be big enough to impress the scouts. When they held open auditions for possible membership on the team, I was practically first guy in line.
A week afterwards, I received the nod from the owner and that night me and Chris celebrated on the town. We ended up dancing at our favorite spot as after open practice began, there wouldn't be any time for this until much later.
Monday morning, bright and early, had me in a locker room where I, along with thirty other fellows, were meeting the owner, Pete Swanson. He was surprisingly young for a team owner, as he had inherited the Champs from his dad when he passed after the unfortunate car accident. He gave us all a prepared speech about the importance of giving our all and the final roster would be determined after a two week tryout period.
Then he said something I wasn't expecting. He told us that our immediate families were allowed to come watch us practice. He said he found that guys do better with close family members cheering them on. Chris would be so stoked over this as he loves watching the Champs play.
Well needless to say the first day was brutal. They threw the lot at us to see what we could handle. Turns out we were better than they expected. Cool!! About an hour into it, Pete came onto the field and watched us from the owner's box. One of the coaches, Mitch, told me to be prepared to see him a lot. Even before his old man passed away he was watching practices on a fairly routine pattern. In fact the cameramen will sometimes show us his reaction to what you boneheads do on the jumbotron to kind of help us develop what he sees as our strengths.
To prove his point, the big screen came to life and flashed Pete's visage sitting in his box as he talked to someone on his cell phone. Well this is kind of neat, I guess.
When I got home, I told Chris about what Pete had said about family members being welcome to attend practices and he didn't stop hopping around the room for a good five minutes. I guess I knew where he was going to be for the near future.
The next day he rode in with me wearing his bright green tshirt along with his brand new Champs ball cap. Oh yeah, he was going to be noticed. Turns out he found new friends immediately with other player's family members and they actually formed a small cheering contingency half way up the stands. They were going strong when Pete arrived and he walked over to them on his way up to his box.
I thought maybe they were a bit too loud and he was going to ask them to tone it down, but to my surprise I could see him chatting with them as he shook their hands. The biggest surprise though came when I saw the bright green tshirt following Pete up to his box. Holy shit, Chris was going to join the boss in his private box!
I knew I wouldn't hear the end of this tonight as I watched them climbing the stands to the overhanging section. I got called in to run some practice snaps as they wanted us to work on our guard techniques to improve coverage for the quarterback. Fir the next hour we repeated the same snap procedures as we then rose to block any and all opponents trying to get past us. Was rather grueling but I was incredibly glad that I had spent so many days at the gym building my arms and legs.
When coach Brian called a break, I grabbed a Gatorade and walked over to see what the guys were watching on the jumbotron. Then I remembered Chris and I figured I better at least see if I could see him in it, because he would be so mad if I didn't.
As I neared I could see him sitting beside Pete in that obnoxious shirt. Actually I was kind of glad because I definitely knew which one was him. They were laughing as Chris handed him his hat and Pete signed it. Fucking A. I didn't realize how mundane that would become to me, but right now it was big shit!
The guys who were new there were just as thrilled as I was. Coach Brian came over and corralled us back into practice as the jumbotron went dark. Coach Mitch clapped me on the back as I walked past him and said that it looked like the owner took a shine to my boy. Then he gave me a sly grin and said I should keep an eye on the jumbotron as he guaranteed that we'd see more of them before the day was over. Then he jogged over to the special teams unit.
Confused I just yelled thank you to him before jogging back to my group. Time for more snaps. By the time we got to lunch, I was already as sore as I could be. Or so I thought. I headed over to see what the catering brought us when the jumbotron popped on again. I figured they were going to show us what the boss was having. At first it looked like the cameraman was pranking Pete by catching him taking a nap in his climate controlled box. He was relaxing and judging by the dirty smile on his face, must be having a rather explicit dream.
Then his eyes opened and the smile didn't disappear. Instead he grinned even wider as he looked into his lap. He was sitting there in his suit grinning and running his hand across his expensive shirt. Then the camera slowly panned out and brought more into view. In his lap was a bobbing Champs hat. Son of a bitch! Fucker was getting head! The team let up a cheer of support as the boss was getting his cock sucked on the big screen.
Then camera continued pulling back as the bright green shirt came into view. No! Not in front of everybody! There was Chris actively blowing my boss and everyone was watching. A whoop was released as Pete reached down and removed Chris's hat and put it on his own head. I saw my boss grab a hand full of Chris's strawberry blond hair and begin bouncing my baby's head in his lap.
I heard Mitch's low voice behind me say that I was a lucky man. Most of the gay men he takes up there try but can only take about half of that thick dick. Looks like your man has no gag reflex and took him all the way down.
To prove his point, Pete shoved Chris completely down into his lap forcing my baby's nose deep inside his business pants. I heard someone let out a loud whistle at that and when I looked around at the rapt audience I saw more than a few hard bulges on the field. A sudden commotion directed my eyes back to the screen as Pete was obviously crying out as he tilted his head back. He bucked his hips twice before freezing in place. The crowd grew quiet as we watched Chris raise his head from the boss's lap showing a lengthy girthy meaty mess and then my baby looked up into Pete's face before he opened his mouth and showed him a mouth full of pearly looking cum. Then he closed his mouth and then reopened it to show it was gone.
The guys went aoeshit at this. I was equally excited and hoped that no one knew it was my man who just blew the boss, but I could see Mitch talking with Brian and every so often they would look over at me.
On the screen Chris was removing his pants and leaned over a cushioned seat as he wiped the gunk off his face and smeared it over his asshole, poking his finger into nice tight ring. I could hear the guys moaning as the camera zoomed into his rosebud as his digits poked and prodded. As the fingers disappeared in and out, a more rugged hand appeared as Pete had stood up and taken the helm.
In short order the fingers were replaced by the thick cock we had just watched disgorge it's contents into my baby's mouth. Now it was back in fighting mode and was ready to bust my man's ass wide open. There was chattering on the field as Pete jockeyed behind Chris and a loud cheer went out as the boss successfully breached the opening.
I swear you could hear the cry from Chris even though the room was sound proof. We all watched Pete clasp his hands on Chris's hips and begin a steady attack rhythm. It started out slow but the boss must've realized that the guys were not working as they watched him conquer this fan, and began pounding Chris's ass like it owed him money.
As he rammed away he raised a foot into a chair arm allowing him deeper angle as he exerted his dominance over Chris. With one hand pushing Chris's face into a chair cushion he pummelled the surrendered hole with his man stick until he was ready to sign his latest piece of work and used his eight inch pen to deliver the artistic mark, a big pearly white pool filling a stretched out hole.
As the guys celebrated watching their leader breed another fan, Mitch shook my hand and congratulated me on making the team. You got a lot to learn on the field, but bringing in a slut like that was by far the best move from this year's crop of hopefuls. Now you dopes need to go eat lunch. I ain't gonna be carting your dehydrated asses to the emergency room because you'd rather watch your boss get laid.

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