These stories are about men having sex with other men. If you're not into that, then too bad for you. Because these stories are fake, no one in them has to worry about safety. And stopping the action to describe Tom Brady tearing open a condom packet, pinching the reservoir to avoid bubbles, etc., really fucks with the narrative flow. If you do this stuff in real life ALWAYS wear a condom and be safe.

Thursday, September 1, 2011

Broncos QB Depth Chart

"Thanks.  You have a blessed day."

Tim Tebow disconnected the call.  He tossed his phone across the bed.  He cradled his head in his hands and rubbed his face in exhaustion.

The call with WFAN was his fourth radio interview in the past two hours.  And the most aggressive.  The New York media is known for being brutal, but Tim was in town to promote kick off of the new NFL season.  Not to be harangued about the proper throwing motion by some radio douche who probably did not even know the right way to put on a jock.

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Red Eye

Mark Sanchez looked at his watch.  10:00.  "Fuck," he thought.  The red eye for NY didn't leave for another hour.  The waiter in the Star Alliance lounge came by, and Mark ordered another g&t.  He'd had two already.  But he was facing five and a half hours on a plane.  He could sleep it off.  Besides, he only gets back to LA a couple of times a year.  The party doesn't have to end quite yet.  The waiter delivered his drink, and he took a sip.

Sunday, May 1, 2011

QB Sack -- chapter 2

The alarm started buzzing at 6:00.  Every time it started to scream, a hand reached out
from under the white sheets and slapped the snooze button.  When it started buzzing for the
fifth time, a sleepy-eyed Jared Allen finally emerged from under a pillow, realized it was
already after 7:00, and muttered "fuck." The Vikings star rolled his big frame onto his
back, rubbed his eyes with both hands and let out a deep yawn.  As he stretched out his
arms and legs and tried to rejoin the land of the living, Allen reached down to scratch his
heavy nuts.  On his way down, his hand brushed his big morning wood---eight and a half
inches of thick cut cock standing tall and proud.

QB Sack -- chapter 1

Jared Allen stood in his bathroom in just a towel, looking at his body.  He had spent the day at practice with the Vikings, and came home exhausted.  The big redneck had always been active, and loved horse roping and steer wrestling.  It always kept the 6'6" stud in great shape, but the past few years of NFL training had put him into the best shape of his 28 years.  He flexed his arms, flexed his pecs, and tightened his abs, posing for himself. His slightly hairy chest was massive and hard as a rock.


Saying Good-bye to Brady Quinn

Brady Quinn's arm collapsed under him with the force of the fucking he was getting.  His face mashed into the pillow on his king size bed, and his head started rhythmically bumping against the headboard.  He tried to ignore his discomfort, focusing instead on the fact that he had no idea when he'd again get a chance to feel this good, to get fucked this deeply and thoroughly.  One hand was between his legs, stroking his fat six inch cock; he had fallen onto the other.  He was propped up on that elbow, his hand straining to graze one of his nipples.  He was sweating, having been fucked already for ten minutes. He knew from experience he was probably going to get another half hour or so.  A jolt of pleasure coursed through him as he was smacked, hard on his smooth right ass cheek.

Peyton Hillis for my Birthday

Fucking Cleveland. Fucking Cleveland.  Fucking dull, drab, ice cold, howling wing, fucking Cleveland.  On my birthday.  Fuck.

Mauer's Reward

Joe Mauer was walking on air. Besides being the reigning MVP, batting champ, and Gold Glove catcher, Mauer just became a rich man.  Hell, he was already a rich man.  He just became a very rich man by signing a new, eight-year, $184 million contract that will let him keep playing for his hometown Twins.  Staying in Minnesota was a thrill.  The money had him delerious. 

Welker in the Patriots Locker Room

Wes Welker was having the most enjoyable season of his professional career.  His surgically repaired knee was holding up.  The Patriots were winning.  He was putting up good numbers.  And there was a lot of hot ass walking around the locker room these days.

Welcome to my new home

I love slash fiction about real people (rps for those, like me, who are only now learning about this).  But I'm not looking for stories about the latest Disney tweens, the Twi-hards, or the cast of some Australian soap opera I've never heard of.  I want to read about men.  Big, masculine, muscular men who like to fuck other guys.  Thanks to NFL Sunday Ticket, I get to see all the hot asses and muscular bodies from across the league.  And it gets me horny. 

The first few stories on here were originally posted over at my beloved Nifty Archive (thanks, Nifty, for more than a decade of jerkoff material!).  But the celebrity section over there is a mess.  And I haven't seen enough NFL RPS out there to really make me happy.  So I created my own spot for it. 

Thanks for reading.  I hope you think these stories are as hot as I do.  I'm always up for suggestions and feedback.  If you've got your own stories, feel free to email me, and I'll consider posting them for everyone.