Wide Receiver

[Ranger Rick]

Shane had worked out that "Tank" on Grindr was one of the guys in his football team, but not which one.  They had been exchanging messages for several weeks, but Tank had not revealed his identity, and Shane had not revealed his.  Most of it was trying to work out a time and place where they could hook up. And finally. Shane could host and Tommy was available. Tommy said he'd be over in twenty minutes. 
It seemed like hours went by as Shane waited to see who would show up. He had never met "Tank" nor even spoke to him outside of Grindr messages. Part of him hoped Tank would turn out to be Danny Hamline, the RB;  or Jared Dzubenko, who played at halfback.   He didn't realistic think it would be any of those guys, but most of the guys were at least somewhat attractive to him. He didn't like it that he thought of other guys on his team that way. 
As the minutes ticked by, it was all he could do keep himself from starting to jack. He got a message on Grindr. "I'm outside," and his heart started beating faster. "It's open. Come on up," he texted back.  After some agonizing seconds crawled past, he heard someone approaching his door. Then, there was pause, followed by three knocks. 
Shane slid off the bed where he had waited and walked to the door. He felt funny when he walked; his body was surging on adrenaline, anticipation, curiousity to see which team mate, and above all, horniness and an urgent need for release from his now erect and throbbing cock.  For weeks, the mystery had been dogging him, and he was finally going to find out the identity of his fellow dick-loving teammate. He opened the door.
When he saw who was on the other side, his first thought was the whole thing had been a big mistake.  
Shane was a wide receiver, and as such, he needed to be fast. He worked out daily, ran, and avoided any form of processed sugar. He was 6 feet and 200 lbs of lean muscle and 2% body fat.  He did not want to carry around even an ounce of extra weight that would slow him down. He even kept his hair clippered short. 
Tommy was his opposite number; as a Defensive Tackle, he was almost 300 pounds of body mass that could move with surprising quickness and agility. He was just about the last guy Shane would have guessed was on the other side Grindr, and one of the last he would have wanted.  He remembered the pool party at the end of summer football camp, seeing Tommy walking around with his big, smooth pale white belly.  
Tommy quickly entered the room and closed the door behind him. He was wearing a Green Bay Packers cap that pinched the thick dirty blond hair that fell sloppily past his ears. He had on a zippered gray hoody and a pair of practice shorts that fell past his knees; and a pair of size 14 shoes. 
"Never would've guessed," he said. "You still want to do this?" 
Even though he was disappointed to see big, dopey Tommy Holloman and not one of the hot guys, Shane was too horny to back down. His hardon felt like it was ready to explode out of his pants. "Yeah, man," he heard himself say.  After all, a BJ was a BJ. He'd been sucked off by both girls and guys, he could just close his eyes and think of someone else if it came to it. 
Tommy pulled his cock out of his shorts. It was a mighty think piece of meat, and it wasn't even fully erect yet. He fondled himself with one hand and pointed to it with the other. "Suck it."
This was not how Shane had thought it was going to go down. He had always imagined Tommy's hungry mouth sucking him off; he was no cock-sucker. 
Tommy read the hesitation in him, "I don't know what you were expecting, but I came here to get my cock sucked. Maybe I should just go, if you're not gonna give me what I came here for." 
"I never done it before," Shane said. 
"It ain't hard," said Tommy, working himself a little bit so that the big mushroom head of his hardening cock waved in the air, like a cobra focusing on its victim before striking. "You guys always act like there's some magic trick to it. But allyou gotta do is put it your mouth and work it. Ain't you ever been sucked off before?" 
Shane nodded involuntarily. 
"Just do me like them guys did you," Tommy pulled his shorts down further, and Shane now saw the jumbo sized eggs in his hairy ballsack. 
Shane got on his knees and looked at the thick, reddish organ in front of him. He had never sucked dick and he didn't know if he could even get one of this thickness into his mouth. He closed his eyes and took the head of the thing into his mouth. It tasted like skin and sweat. 
Maybe this wasn't going to be too bad, Shane thought. He'd try to get Tommy off quickly, spit out his semen, and then jack himself with porn after Tommy left. 
"You can take more than that," Tommy said, grabbing the back of his neck and pushing his head further along down his shaft.  
He felt Tommy's big belly against his forehead as he struggled and choked against the meat. Tommy groaned. "That's it, you're doing it. Feels good."   Shane could feel the cock in his mouth grow thicker, and the thick vein at the bottom swelled. "He must be getting close to cumming," Shane tought.  It would be over soon. 
Then Tommy groaned and pulled his dick out of Shane's mouth. For  a second, Shane thought he was just going to cum on the floor. Instead, Tommy ordered him. "Take your clothes off and get in the bed."
Shane was about to protest, this was going so much farther than he wanted it to. Tommy was kicking off his shoes and throwing his shorts to the floor. "Come, on man, we can have so much more fun in bed. Take your fucking clothes off."  Tommy was fully naked now, the massive bulk of his body almost glowing. His dick, big as it was, had fidsappeared under the overhang of his belly. 
"I don't know," Shane began to say. He searched his mind for some excuse.  
Tommy grunted. He grabbed onto Shane from behind and wrapped his massive arms around his torso.  One hand slid down and worked open the front of Shane's cargo shorts. Tommy's big paw fondled his erection. "You want to do this," Shane told him. "I seen you in the locker room. I seen you in the showers. I've thought about you for a long time."  
Shane felt his breath on his neck and it made his skin tingle. Tommy squeezed his cock again and he felt a spasm of pleasure shoot from his balls and up his back. What the fuck, it was sex. Tommy began to lift his t-shirt off over his head and Shane pulled down his cargo shorts. 
 

[Tdgr]

Hot man!

[Ranger Rick]

When the two of them were naked, Tommy pushed him down on the bed.  Tommy began exploring Shane's hard muscled body. "I thought about this for long time," he said, running his hands over his pectorals and shoulders, tenderly touching his nipples with his fingertips.
Shane was surprised to find himself getting turned on by Tommy's big body and probing hands. The touches across his chest were sending waves of electricity-like sensations across his bare body.  He found himself getting turned on by Tommy's big body, the masculine strength and power it embodied. Soon, his hands were exploring Tommy's huge chest and massive shoulders. Shane was getting into it, the strength and power of Tommy's big body was becoming a great turn on to him. His cock was rock hard, and swordfighting with Tommy's thicker meat.
Tommy's hand slid down Shane's back and after feeling his hard glutes, began to probe into his ass crack. It felt amazingly good. He then began playing with Shane's butthole. Shane raised a protest, "I don't do that."
"I do," Tommy replied, and proved more firmly into the hole. "I'm going to fuck this hole."
Shayne shook his head. "No, I won't do that."
Tommy took his hand away, but only long enough to squirt a clear, viscous liquid onto his fingertiips. When he pressed his fingers this time, he was able to just press pass the tight ring that guarded the entrance to Shayne's asshole. Shayne gasped.
"That feels good, don't it feel good?" He continued to massage just inside the ring of his asshole. It was making Shayne feel things he had never felt before, his body was responding to the intrusion in ways he could not describe.
Tommy grunted in satisfaction at the pleasure he was giving him, but his ultimate goal was to get his cock inside that tight wide receiver's ass.   He massaged the hole with his fingertips, teaching Shayne how good it felt to have his ass opened.
Finally, Shayne relented.  "OK," he almost whispered.
Tommy forcefully positioned Shayne's muscled body on the bed, shoving a couple of pillows underneath him to raise his add. He shuffled over and took his big, hard cock in his hand, guiding it to Shayne's tight hole. He pressed the head against it. Despite the muscles there being somewhat relaxed from the earlier massage, it still resisted the intrusion of Tommy's meaty head.
When the head finally began pushing inside, Shayne cried out. Nothing had prepared him for the pain of being violated; and this was barely the first inch. "Stop! I can't... he called out."
"No, man, you can take it," Tommy assured him. He left the first part of his head in to let Shayne get used to it. He pressed in a little more. Shayne winced, and his body shuddered with the pain. 
Shayne was no stranger to pain. He'd been carried off the field more than once. He'd ended games and even practices with every muscle crying out in pain, He'd torn a muscle in his elbom that required six months of agonizing rehab. But this was an entirely new arena of pain. A place he had never felt it.  He cried out as Tommy pressed it in, and it pushed, forcing its way inside of him,  like forcing a size 14 foot into a size 9 boot.  Shayne couldn't help but cry out, it hurt so much.
Tommy clamped a big meaty hand over his mouth. "Ssh, it's okay." Shayne could see the ragged, chewed up nails at the tips of Tommy's big fingers.  When Tommy had himself buried to the full length of his shaft in Shayne's taut ass, he paused, enjoying having the tight muscles surrounding his cock. He sighed with the pleasure of how good it felt ... for him.
Then, he started fucking. Slowly after first. Shayne's moans were muffled by the hand over his mouth. He pulled out and pushed in. Pulled out and pushed in. 
He took his hand away from Shayne's mouth so he could raise to a better position on his back. He held down on Tommy's shoulders to steady his big bulk and continued to thrust into him. He found a rhythm. Shayne felt his thrusts, hs body and the entire body slammed every time Tommy thrust in. 
Almost 300 lbs of athlete on top of Shayne, his belly rubbing into Shayne's back, legs pinned under the giant, muscled, powerful legs of the giants. He felt like he was getting smaller, disappearing, almost becoming a child beneath the body of a large man, shrinking under the mass of muscle and fat outside of him, and the hard rod of meat plunging inside of him. 
And then, Tommy started breathing faster. His rhythm quckened his thrusts became harder. Tommy let out a long groan and pushed especially hard into Shayne's ass. He was cumming. He bellowed like a bull when he came. His cock swelled in Shayne's ass chute as he delivered his load.
Then, he was still for a few moments, his heavy body dropped down on Shayne's back; Tommy's chest and stomach almost smothering. Shayne fought to breathe as he waited for him to pull his cock from his ass... for the pain to stop.
But instead, Tommy caught his breath, pushed himself up on his arms again, and resumed fucking.  He pulled back until the just head of his dick was still inside, then thrusted forward again. The big linebacker was going for a second round.
Shayne began moaning again, and this time, Tommy did nothing to quiet him. He went at his backside like a machine, pounding his lust into the helpless athlete pinned underneath him.
And then, Shayne felt a load building in his own cock. He didn't understand why or how, but something Tommy was doing was bringing his own cock to orgasm. The sensation of his balls releasing and the load filling his urethra came rapidly, and then all at once, he felt his body shudder as he sprayed the sheets underneath him.
The intensity of his orgasm coupled with the pain Tommy's cock was inflicting brought Shayne to the edge of unconsciousness.  He felt as though he were about to pass out, and tried to push himself up with his arms.  But Tommy clamped down his big hands on Shayne's wrists and pressed down on him again. Tommy paid no notice to Shayne's orgasm, didn't even notice, but continued fucking him as before. Then, he groaned and pushed up harder than ever before into Shayne's violated rectum, unleashing his second load of sperm.
Tommy was still after he came the second time. He'd stopped moving but Shayne could hear his heavy breathing, and feel the weight of his big belly and arms against his torso. Tommy's face was at the back of his neck, and he could feel the feverish heat and sweat on, and also the wet strands of hair tickling his neck.
After his breathing returned to normal, Tommy said, "I think I can go one more time."
"I don't think I can take it," Shayne said.
"Sssh,"  Tommy whispered. And he began to slowly pull his dick out and slowly push it back in.
This third time, despite the lube, the spit, and the two loads of cum ... was far worse than the first two. The pain was raw. Shayne's hole burned. He tried to pushTommy off of him to make him stop, but he just pressed down harder and held him down. Tommy was grunting with effort, and sweat was beading on his face and falling in drops onto Shayne's back and shoulders.
Sometime after Tommy's second load hit his chute, Shane felt something snap in his ass, as though a muscle had broken. When it happened, it was like his ass completely loosened up, and the pain and pressure of Tommy driving his thick cock down his shit tunnel gave way to something different. He felt the cock pushing into him, but there was no pain, just its presence filling him up and sliding into him. 
Shane felt a shudder go through his entire body and realized he was shooting his second load out from under himself. There was a mess beneath his stomach from the two loads he had shot.
It took longer than the first two times combined for Tommy to reach his third orgasm. He shot his load with a satisfied moan, and then slowly pulled out of Shayne's  ravaged ass, leaving behind a gaping, leaking hole. 
Without a word, Tommy put his clothes back on and showed himself out.
After Tommy left, Shane lay in his bed for a long time, not moving, feeling completely wrecked. His legs shook uncontrollably. A stream of sticky white and pink fluid leaking into his sheets from his torn-up asshole.

[bjbottom]

One hot story.   In high school my brother was on the football team, and I soon learned him and his teammates did not care who sucked their cocks or who they fucked -- all they needed was a warm wet mouth or a tight round ass willing to take their loads (especially when their girlfriends wouldn't put out or were nothing but cock teases).    

[backpackguy]

Luv the story Ranger..."keep it up"...sounds like Shane is now playing tight end!! More please!