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.

Wednesday, November 13, 2013

Broncos Wideouts

Wednesday meant film review, walkthrough, practice, and training.  Wes Welker didn't mind game week Wednesdays.  They flew by.  But damn.  After barely escaping the Chargers last week and with the Chiefs on tap this week, Denver's wideouts had an extra film session with their position coach.  That meant the group missed the regular training schedule, so they had to fit it in during the day.  Never a morning person, Wes planned to hang out after the end of the day to work out. 
With the sun long set after his last film meeting -- how was it already mid November? and why does it get dark so early? -- he headed toward the weight room to get in his workout. 
"Burning the midnight oil, eh?" asked a deep voice behind him.  Wes turned around to see Eric Decker walking down the hall toward him.  The big 6'3" stud was in jeans and a hoodie, looking like he was his way out the door. 

Red Eye -- Chapter 2

Mark managed to get to his gate just as they were about to close the door to the jetway.  Hugely relieved and out of breath, he tried to collect himself, put his hood back up, and walk like a normal person down the jetway to his plane.  But he was totally screwed up.  He was sweating.  He was buzzed.  His legs were shaky like they always were after getting fucked.  He was out of breath from running.  But he got his breath under control, situated his hoodie, and tried to be calm and collected as he boarded the plane.