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.Chests heaving like they'd just run the smile, they remained entwined: his leg over his arm, his arm over his leg.Slowly, their breaths returned.First the Pro, then the Rookie.For a moment the room was quiet, then the Pro shifted his body “just so” and gave the Rookie a good, hard, long, deep, kiss."What an upset, Howard! Just look at the expression on their faces.Boy, I'll bet those young guys never saw that coming—took them completely by surprise: a wonderful lateral pass, end run.Just beautiful!"The Rookie seemed, at points, to want to break the kiss, but his body—trapped by the other man or trapped by something deep within himself—didn't move.As they kissed, the Pro lifted his big hands and gently caressed the Rookie's forearms, shoulders, neck, and the sides of his head.When the kiss finally ended, the Pro dropped his head down to the Rookie's shoulder and kissed the firm muscles through the younger man's green turtleneck—then started to chew, slowly working his strong jaws into the tense skin.The Rookie, arms playing over the older man's back, moaned—deep and long."An absolutely magnificent moment in the history of the game, John.A turning point, if you will, where the age and experience of the Champions may very well prove to be too much for the youth and passion of these up-and-coming players."Then the Pro hands were down around his waist, then the Pro had twin hands full of green turtleneck, and then the Rookie was naked—from the waist up.The younger man tensed, anticipating the same firm force that had been applied through the shirt now to his bare skin—but the Pro surprised him, melted him, by starting with a slow parade of gentle kisses, building moment by moment, nibble by nibble, chew by chew, until the Rookie was in his tight embrace, his face lost in pleasure.One of the Pro's hands, though, dropped down—down towards his crotch."Look at that bastard go! He's at the forty, the thirty, the twenty—no one can stop him!"Down, between the Rookie's legs, the Pro's big, firm hand found the ridge of his very hard cock.Gripping it tight, he started to work it through his jeans, rubbing its so-stiffness with the firm material.Caught in the Pro's free arm, the Rookie moaned—deep and low—his hands dancing all over the Pro's body, stopping here or there to grip HARD, or to suddenly caress GENTLE.Arching his back, the only sound the Rookie made when the Pro neatly reached his fly and methodically crawled it down, was a low growl of earthy permission."I believe this could very well be the turning point in what up to now has been a case of the power of youth versus skill earned through years of diligent practice.Only time will tell—"Skilled, it took the Pro only a few simple moves to separate the boy from the man's jeans.Naked, the Rookie was glowing with sweat, his cock bobbing almost with his pitter-pattering heartbeat, the tip glowing with a bead of sweet pre-come."Touchdown! My god, what a play—there was no stopping that damned steamroller.He was that goal and he went after it like a heat seeking missile.Defense didn't even have a chance.Wonderfully played, John—one of the best plays I've ever seen in my years in the booth.Just wonderful—"Giving the Rookie a wicked glance, the Pro bent down and neatly swallowed the length of his cock.The Rookie almost screamed—not out of fright, but for his unearthly precision: no teeth, barely the tight ring of lips.For the Rookie it was a wet, hot, firm tunnel had impaled itself on his cock.It was a performance worthy of applause—which he wasn't capable of—or awe, which the Rookie did express as a long, deep, primordial moan.With his mouth, the Pro could count the Rookie's heartbeat—the cock in his mouth beating out a fast rhythm in synch with it.As he sucked—lips and tongue in perfect harmony—and licked—painting the Rookie's cock with hot saliva—he also fondled, digging his big hands down to his balls, which he gently squeezed, firmly pulled, and even twisted."A remarkable upset in this contest of gridiron titans, John.The Turks may have had vigor and vitality in their challenge to this great throne of football, but the Champions have proved that their skill as players of this noble game sets them far and above any other players."Up and down, using his powerful mouth, strong—yet soft—lips, the Pro worked the Rookie's cock, tugging with each stroke, each suck, a come out of him.Down in the tangle of hair, his hand also pulled and twisted at his dark balls, even occasionally squeezing them together as if to see which out would break first [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]