Jeff chest-bumped Styles, caught up in the team’s victory. “We demolished those guys!”
“Yeah we did!” Congratulations flowed, fists bumped, and spent players started hitting the showers.
“I gotta admit, you were a sexy beast out there,” Scotty shucked his jersey as Jeffy set his gear on the bench. He wiped some sweat from his forehead. Scott looked over at his boyfriend undressing, his heavily muscled V-shaped torso, curly black hairs plastered against his sweaty body – and practically covering it. Damn, he was a football player’s wet dream.
“So you ready to have your ass handed to you?” Jeffy shucked his own jersey, pulling off the rest of his clothes and tossing them aside.
Scotty looked confused, then, “Oh right, our date.” He grinned.
“No… I’m thinking I really wanna kick your ass,” the big, hairy linebacker stood tall, feet planted apart, looked at Scott with his dark, broody eyes. He brushed his long black hair out of his face, dark stubble only reinforcing his rugged good looks. The massive, dark bush of hair from his pit immediately turned Scott on. Jeff flexed his thick muscles, big cock and hairy big balls hanging between his muscular thighs like a powerful weapon. Scotty didn’t know whether to be turned on or a little intimidated again.
“I thought we were good,” the quarterback said, confused.
“Thing is, you not my mom. You walk around acting like you know what’s best, and humiliate me.”
“I wasn’t trying to humiliate you,” Scott said honestly. “That’s why I took you aside.” He could tell Jeff wasn’t listening. Suddenly, Scotty’s pecs inflated until they were two double D tits hanging off his chest, nipples erect. A moment later that was the only thing erect about him. His cock and balls suddenly shrank, inverting into a pussy between his hairy, muscular legs. “Fuck, Jeff,” Scott said in shock, wondering what the hell his boyfriend was doing. He stumbled in surprise, lost his balance, and ended up sitting on the bench.
“So you wanna be my bitch, huh?” Jeff got a cockeyed grin, his meat pole rising to the occasion.
“Fuck,” Scotty looked at Jeff’s big, thick, veined cock, and felt his mouth starting to water. But he had always been the top, his mind protested. Before he knew it, he was sucking on the uncut sausage like a complete slut, the part of his mind wondering what the hell was going on quickly fading into the background of his thoughts, as he quickly realized how much he loved being a cocksucker and worshipping the hot, sexy jock-god before him. He slid off the bench to his knees, gazing up at his new god.
Jeff moaned, as Scotty took his pole all the way in. Scotty’s stubble-covered chin pressed firmly against Jeff’s big, sweaty balls, his nose flat up against his hot, sweaty pubes. He inhaled his boyfriend’s scent deeply, losing his mind as he sucked the huge meat pole pushing down his throat. Scotty no longer cared about anything anymore, except sucking this big strong man’s cock, worshipping his muscular, hairy body. Jeff started face-fucking him. “How you like that, bitch? You want I should fuck you?”
Scotty looked up at Jeff through the long, blonde hair in his eyes, suddenly feeling like a big, blonde bimbo. He smiled around Jeffy’s cock filling his mouth, shaking his head yes.
Jeff snickered. “That’s my hot little slut.” Jeff pulled out, and ordered, “Stand up and give me a kiss, bitch.”
Scotty wetted his plump, cocksucker lips, looking up at the behemoth of a muscle-god standing before him. The man was so big and powerful, Scotty felt a powerful tinging deep between his legs and ran a hand up his boyfriend’s hairy, eight-pack abs. He had never felt so subservient before, and found himself wanting to do whatever his man told him to – hanging on every word of the beast-god before him. Scotty obeyed, standing without thinking, wide eyed. He brushed his long locks out of his face.
Their lips mashed together, making out like starving animals, tongues sliding around each other’s mouths as Jeff slipped his shaft into Scotty’s new pussy. He thrust in deeper and deeper, his powerful arms holding Scotty up as he became light-headed. Jeffy’s large, hairy pecs felt so good pressed against his big tits, nipples pressed up against nipples.
The two muscle-gods were so engaged in fucking that they were oblivious to the guys watching them, simply rubbing one another’s bodies, Jeff thrusting in and out of his willing bitch, until finally the two lovers threw their heads back, sweaty body to sweaty body, crying out and orgasming together.
“Fuck,” Styles said, his mouth hanging open in disbelief.