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QB on the DL

QB on the DL
by Flyboy, gaydemon.com

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.