Off season
The season is over for Rob. His team had lost t..
🕑 Added 2022-01-20 02:08:16 +0000 UTC
Off season
The season is over for Rob. His team had lost their playoff game and his offseason began earlier than he had previously had hoped for. However, with the season now over, he actually was looking forward to the next few months off. He was planning to spend the next few months partying and getting laid. However, first he had an appointment with his agent. The agent called him early in the morning after his last team meeting. Rob had fucked a hot stewardess all night and the blonde bombshell was sleeping on top of his hard muscular body when the phone rang. Rob wanted to tell the agent to fuck off and go back to bed, but Carson told him that he had a endorsement deal that would make him millions. Never the one to turn down money, Rob agreed to by the agency before he had to catch a flight to Tahiti.
The tight end walked into the office for his appointment and the pretty receptionist was practically drooling over his tall, sexy body.
“Hey, babe, is Carson in,” Rob sat on the edge of her desk.
She looked up at him starry eyed, “yes, Robert, you can go on in.”
“Thanks, babe,” he gave her his million dollar smile and stood up.
The receptionist watched his sexy ass through the expensive, stylish Tailored Athlete slacks as he walked toward the door. She couldn’t resist fanning herself as he opened the door and went into his agent’s office.
“Ah, Rob, come in,” Carson hung up his phone and stood up from behind his desk.
Carson was a handsome man, in his thirties. His expensive suits showed off his athletic body. His clothes and office radiate money. More money than his standard agent commission generated for him.
“I was off to Tahiti with one of the team cheerleaders. What this big endorsement deal you mention on the phone,” Rob unbuttoned his jacket and sat in one of the chairs in front of Carson’s desk.
“Actually I had arranged a very profitable appearance for you,” Carson sat back in his chair.
“Really, how much are we talking about,” Rob was intrigued.
Carson laughed, “what a Jock slut you are.”
At the mention of Rob’s trigger phase, Rob’s mind went blank and his eyes glazed over. Rob stood up and began to remove his clothes. Carson smiled as his jock client slowly revealed his chisel, perfect body. Rob’s body had got him on covers of men's workout and fitness magazines and into ESPN body issue. Rob pulled his shirt over his stoodhead, showing off his shredded 8pack and smooth full pecs. He undid his pants and pulled them down. His famous legs were thick and powerful. Rob stopped and before his agent in just his white jockstrap. Rob made Carson a lot of money when he signed the million dollar endorsement deal for the sexy jockstrap brand. Rob became an instant gay sex symbol. Since then jockstraps became the only underwear the tight end wore. Rob then walked around the desk and knelt in front of Carson. Carson smiled down at the 6’4 football player, as Rob reached out and unzipped His agent’s pants. Wrapping his fist around the agent’s fat cock, the tight end then engulfed it into his mouth. While Rob was deep throating Carson’s cock, Carson picked up his phone and dialed a number.
“Yes, sir, I definitely got Rob signed on for the Super Bowl party. Yes, sir,” the agent talked on the phone as he fucked the masculine, macho football player’s mouth.
As Carson talked on the phone, he used his free hand to grip Rob’s buzz cut hair and fucked the jock’s tight throat. Rob was gagging and slurping on the cock as Carson pounded the back of his throat.
The Super Bowl was not an exclusive American event. Millions around the world gathered to watch the greatest championship game of all time. The Cartel’s annual Super Bowl was definitely the most elegant and expensive super bowl party of them all. Some of the richest gay men in the world watch and celebrated the game. Most were more interested in the players than actually the game itself.
Walking among and serving those rich gay men were actual pro-football players. 29 of the hottest, sexiest players from each NFL team, except for the two teams playing in the Super Bowl, served and entertained the elite party goers . Those macho, stereotypical alpha jocks wore nothing but their team helmets, shoulder pads, and solid gold athletic cups over their cocks.
“You outdid yourself this year, Charles,” a wasted billionaire congratulated the chairman of the cartel on the party.
“I’m glad you are enjoying yourself, Rupert,” the middle aged, elegant man responded.
“Yes, I’m enjoying myself completely,” the billionaire had a half naked football player on each side of him.
Neither normally straight football player protested as the billionaire ran his hands over their tight bare asses. The two linebackers were actual brothers, who were famous for their chisel abs and tight, well defined buttocks. The Bosa brothers could only smile and giggle dummy as they were felt up and groped.
“I would love to take them home. I am renovating a castle in France that has an actual medieval dungeon. Definitely would like to break it in with those two beauties,” the older billionaire laughed as he slapped both Linebackers' large asses.
“That might be arranged. However, they would need to be returned in time for next season practice, with no visible, or long lasting damage,” Charles Giles laughed.
“I can’t guarantee that,” Rupert laughed as he pushed a finger into Nick and Joey’s tight jock holes.
Both football players grunted and raised up on their bare toes.
The chairman smiled, “please excuse me. I see someone I need to talk to. Please continue to enjoy them. I can send my assistant over to make arrangements if you want to take those boys home for a few months.”
“Yes, yes, please do,” the shorter, older man led the two muscles bound, tall jocks away.
“Carson,” Charles Giles approached the agent who was adjusting two of the football players’ gold cups. “You did well.”
“Thank you, sir,” Carson turned around nervously. “Sir, let me introduce you to Rob and Dustin, two of my clients.”
The Chairman of the most powerful and secretive organization in the world looked the two muscle jocks over. Their eyes were blank as they peered out from their helmets. Their bodies were chisel like Greek gods and completely smooth. Dustin, the running back, was shorter than Rob with a compact body built for speed and plowing through defensive lines. They were both handsome and masculine. One could even smell the testosterone oozing from them as they stood before the fully dressed men.
“I've been waiting for those two to visit our Super Bowl parties,” the chairman boldly stroked Rob’s chisel abs.
The tight end didn’t move or protest as the older man traced the deep valleys of his abs.
“This is the first time Rob has not played in the super bowl in the last few years. And Dustin went to the Super Bowl last year. A remarkable feat for his rookie year,” Carson edgy chimed in.
“Turn around,” the Chairman ordered, ignoring Carson.
Rob and Dustin obediently turned around and presented their wide v-shape back and full muscular ass. Both jocks’ asses were tight and round. The chairman stepped closer to them and gripped both men's perfect asses.
“Bend over and touch your toes,” the older man ordered.
Without questions, both muscle gods leaned forward, bending themselves in half as they touched their bare toes. Their large asses were pushed out toward the Chairman. The thick cords of muscles in their hamstrings flexed as they bent over. The chairman moved his hands down the deep valley between their plump ass cheeks until he reached their jockpussies. Their holes were shaved smooth and lubed only minutes before the party. Both large men grunted as the Chairman pushed his fat fingers into them.
“Yes, very nice and tight,” the chairman commented as he stroked their insides.
“Straight virgins, sir. Prime all American jocks,” Carson spoke up.
“I think the Emir would enjoy Rob here,” the chairman stated as he pushed a second finger into each man.
“The Russian mob boss would definitely like Dustin, here,” the chairman was interrupted with more grunts coming from Rob and Dustin as he spread his fingers inside their tight holes. “Both would fetch a million dollars for a month each. Rupert might even be interested in trying them out in his dungeon.” The chairman laughed.
Carson was surprised when he saw the older man undoing his pants and pulling out a thick cock. The chairman then grabbed Dustin’s chisel waist and roughly pushed into the tight jockpussy. Dustin groaned loud as the chairman pushed deeper into him. The chairman pulled half way out and thrusted back in. Dustin’s eyes were tightly closed but he offer no resistance as he was fucked hard.
The chairman wasn’t the only one enjoying the hot pro football players. The game was virtually forgotten as the rich men were using the hot alpha jocks. A smooth sexy black running back was bent over a table as he was being fucked from both ends. His thick lips were wrapped around a white cock while an Arabic man in traditional robes was behind the football player slamming in and out of him. Rupert had both jock brothers on their knees sharing his thick cock. The party had evolved into a full out orgy. Carson was so horny that he could resist throwing the bigger, stronger Rob on his back on a table and ramming into him.
