The Erotic Gay Jock Chronicles
B J Baxter
Copyright 2012 by B J Baxter
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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or to actual events or locales is entirely coincidental.
STORIES:
1. Jock Secrets
2. Erotic Gay Jock
3. Erotic Gay Baseball Jock
4. Erotic Gay Quarterback
5. Erotic Gay Rock Star
6. NFL Jocks Bang Hot Rock Star
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Jock Secrets
Excerpts from Jock
Secrets
His man-meat swung back and forth like an extra large pendulum.
My manhood was rising faster and higher than a loaf of bread baking in an oven.
“I’m going to tear that ass up, Boy and you are not going to be able to seat down for a longtime.”
It hurt and felt so good at the same time.
In one swipe, Quincy grabbed the liquid soap and lubed my ass so well, that I almost shot my wad.
Yikes! That was just what I needed for the night, a man with a more baggage than Samsonite!
“Hey Doc, I’m here for my physical,” replied a sweaty Quincy Conrad. Quincy was the new quarterback for the Washington Warriors football team.
When I looked up, I was face to face with the most gorgeous hunk of man I have ever laid eyes on. He was 6’3 and 200 pounds of solid man.
He had on just his uniform pants, socks and shoes and he was displaying a double barrel bare chest and a tight nice ass. He was sporting a tan anyone would envy.
“Let me go shower first, big boy. You not the only one who had a vigorous workout today,” I said as I walked over to the shower area, which was located next door.
Quincy ran his fingers through his beautiful loose dark brown locks of curls, which fell perfectly over his sweaty forehead and his green eyes.
“That’s a good idea Doc, I was thinking the exact same thing,” Quincy replied matter of fact type tone.
I had my reasons for racing over to the shower. My manhood was rising faster and higher than a loaf of bread baking in an oven. And I didn’t want Quincy to see my manhood rising.
As I got in the shower and turned the knob on and felt the hot water hit my sore muscles, I relaxed.
I wasn’t in the shower more than thirty seconds, when I felt someone presence behind me. It was Quincy.
As I turned around, I gasped in my mind, as I took in his beautiful hairless body. Damn, he is fine as hell.
He was in the open shower stall behind me. He turned around and winked at me as I cautiously acknowledged him.
His waist was tampered and perfectly proportioned to his chest and beautiful tight ass. His man-meat swung back and forth like an extra large pendulum.
We stared at each other for what seems like hours, before he said, “Do you like what you see, Doc.” I replied in a very cool tone, “No, I love what I see.”
Quincy slowly walked over to me, as he stroked his man-meat and never took his eyes off of me and started to rub and message my chest.
I never had a chest message that felt so fucking good.
“I want you, Doc,” I’ve wanted you ever since I laid eyes on you. I’m going to give it to you good man.
You are so beautiful,” Quincy whispered as he planted wet kisses in my ear and on my neck. His breath was hot and cool at the same time and smelled like mint. He smelled so refreshing like green soap.
He rubbed his man-meat against my ass and played with my nipples.
He was soft and rough at the same time.
My dick was as hard as steel, as I grabbed my manhood and stroked it as I closed my eyes and enjoyed the hot water and Quincy penis stroking the opening of my anus.
His penis was hot and the head of his penis was expanding and throbbing like a volcano.
Quincy was kissing me all over now and I was panting like a wild animal.
“I’m going to tear that ass up, Boy and you are not going to be able to seat down for a longtime,” Quincy stated between pants.
“Show me what you got, baby and I can take all of your man-meat up my ass,” I replied.
In one swipe, Quincy grabbed the liquid soap and lubed my ass so well, that I almost shot my wad.
“I’m ready, Man.”
Before I knew it, Quincy had rammed his foot long dick up my ass and I was screaming like a school girl.
It hurt and felt so good at the same time.
“I warned you, didn’t I Boy,” Quincy shouted.
Quincy demanded as he panted like a wild animal.
“Yes,” I said out of breath.
“You really are going to get it now. I’m going to burst your ass wide open,” Quincy announced with great authority.
Quincy then started pounding me in the ass with his tree stump dick with the force of a jack hammer.
I loved every minute of it.
I grabbed my manhood, but let go, because all I could do was hold on to the shower railing.
After about thirty minutes, we both came and shot our seeds all over the wall of the shower.
Quincy then gave me a long deep throated kiss and asked me, “Where have you been all my life, Boy.”
Waiting for you, I replied.
“Man, you really did give it to me, and I want some more.” I said.
“Yes, you will get more of this dick as soon as you cook me that great steak and lobster dinner and make me one of those cocktails that the coach is always bragging about to the team.”
“I will be your chef and lover for the evening,” I graciously replied.
Quincy stated slightly upset, “Just for one evening?”
“Well, we will see about that, if you perform as well as you just performed then I’ll keep you around.” I said with a hint of naughtiness in my voice.
“How soon can you get dress?” I said.
“Three minutes flat. And you?”
“Three minutes flat,” I replied
As we rushed to put on our clothes, we knew we were in for a marathon night of love making.
“OK, let’s roll, man, my Porsche is right outside.
My name is Dale Timms and I am the team doctor for the Washington Warriors professional football team.
I love hot jock guys. I’m in love with Quincy Conrad.
I first laid eyes on him when he appeared on Saturday night football while playing quarterback for the San Diego Sharks.
I was traveling with the team and we had a game with the New York Jets.
My fellow team doctor and I were watching football and getting drunk at the Waldorf Astoria Hotel’s bar.
When Brett Barr, the sport announcer told to the television viewing audience to please stay tuned, he will be interviewing Quincy Conrad, the walk on quarterback out of the University of Washington, I really didn’t really think much of it.
Just then the camera zoomed in on his gorgeous hard angular face.
His beautiful tan mug had a five o’clock shadow and his steely green eyes seems to pierce a hole right though me.
He had the most beautiful loose curly hair. His teeth were extremely white and perfectly aligned.
Now I see why he has so many endorsements contracts with the top fashion, hair, skin and toothpaste companies.
There are still many other companies begging for his endorsements.
As I looked at Quincy, I had to contain my excitement and the hard-on in my pants by placing my jacket over my lap.
I couldn’t let my colleague know that this hot guy adores and loves other hot guys.
“He’s just a pretty boy quarterback” shouted a loud mouth very obese patron of the bar.
“I don’t think he is all that great of a passer.”
“He is just having a lucky streak this season and for the past couple of seasons.”
Everyone in the hotel bar gave him a please shut up look.
The women and the men in the bar were struck by Quincy’s beauty and command of the English language.
After watching the San Diego Sharks trounce the Atlanta Falcons, I was still hard from watching that gorgeous Quincy Conrad.
That night I just couldn’t let my excited manhood go to waste.
After good bye to the other team doctor, I head to Rex, Manhattan’s hottest upscale gay bar for men.
I raced my Porsche 911through the Manhattan streets like a mad man driving like a bat out of hell.
I needed action and fast. When I pulled up, there was a line going all the way around the corner.
I was lucky that I was friends with Jay, the owner of Rex.
When I pulled up to the front door, there were so many beautiful hot guys whistling at me and saying “Nice ride” and rocking to the blaring music of 55 Dollar Motel by Vinnie D.
Anyone who hasn’t heard this song in the club should check it out on YouTube.com.
I greeted Tim the bouncer and he said, “Man, you are looking good,” tell me your workout routine tonight when we go over to my place to party down.”
“Tim, I’ll let you know in a couple of hours,” I replied. I said to myself, I’ve got to check out the goods here.
There were just too many hot guys to talk to one guy.
The music really put me in a dancing and partying move. I strolled over to the bar.
Guys were gasping as I walked through the club to the bar.
As I approach the bar, the bartender slammed his fist down and said “What are you having man all drinks are on me tonight.”
He was nice. He had a rough look about him. He was about 6’3 and 230lbs of pure muscle.
He looked like he could be Cary Grant’s son.
He also looked like rough trade.
Before I could answer the bartender, all the guys at the bar in the immediate vicinity started to laugh.
One guy stated, “No fair Peter, you always pounce on the hot guys.”
He turned to me and said, Hi my name is David, but you can call Davi. I’m from Brazil. He was truly good looking.
He was slim and muscular with dark hair.
He eyes were a beautiful hazel color. “All fair in love and war, dude,” Peter replied.
There were so many customers trying to get Peter’s attention, so they could purchase drinks, but he continued to ignore them.
“So, what will it be man,” said Peter. “I’ll have a screw driver with level one vodka,” I replied.
“OK, you got it man.” So, Peter went off to make my screw driver and to appease the customers he ignored so badly.
Just as Davi was about to ask me a question, another guy grabbed my hand and said you are dancing with me man.
I looked at Davi and told him that I would be back in a few minutes.
He was very gracious and polite, but I can tell he was mad as hell and ready to punch the guy who interrupted our conversation.
So we started to dance to 55 Motel. I learned that his name was Spencer and he was a civil engineer.
He was also a body builder in his spare time and he competed in competitions all over the United States.
I saw you when you walked in the club. You are pretty hot. You look are a dead ringer for an international model. Are you any kin to James the super male model. I laughed and said, “No I’m not.”
“Do you live here?” “No, I don’t live here, I’m just here for a conference relating to my work.” That’s my stand reply whenever I visit a gay bar in any city.
Spencer replied, “No, I don’t live here either, I just here for a body building competition. I don’t think I would ever want to live here and I don’t see why anyone else would want to live here either.”
We both laughed and continued to dance.
Spencer grabbed my right hand softly as the music came to a close and stopped and whispered loudly in my ear,
“Maybe we can have a bite to eat after this joint closes.”
“Maybe,” I’ll let you know in a couple of hours. I was sweaty, tired and I needed another drink.
As I approached the bar where Peter was sitting, he motioned for me to sit down. He had saved my seat at the bar and I was very grateful.
“So, I see you have finished dancing with the uncivilized beast” said Davi.
“Why, do you call him an uncivilized beast,” I replied.
“Because I call them as I see them my friend,” he replied.
The Bartender, Peter chimed in, “Oh, Cinderella is back” As he passed me a screw driver. I was very gracious and tipped him ten dollars.
He replied, “You know how you can tip me better?” I just ignored him. I just didn’t feel like going back and forward with the bartender nor did I feel like going home with him he was not the one for me.
I talked to Davi. He says he had recently moved to New York with an ex-lover who was a top male model.
He told me he was a house husband until his lover decided he wasn’t gay anymore and got married to his high school sweetheart and had five kids.
He said he got a nice settlement and now he was trying to find out what he wanted to do with his life. I wished him well. Yikes! That was just what I needed for the night, a man with a more baggage than Samsonite!
I continue to drink a few more screw drivers with vodka; I was bored out of my mind talking to Peter and Davi. I had to get a little tipsy just to keep from being rude.
Davi was really going on about all that happened in the relationship. I felt really sorry for him, when he said that his ex-lover just stop communicating with him and they continued to live together for six months.
Davi told me his ex-lover’s last words to him was “Get over it and move on”!
I felt even sorrier for him when he says he sees his lover on the streets with his wife and five kids happily trotting along Park Avenue and his ex-lover refuses to even acknowledge his presence.
Davi was pretty smashed at this point and I was getting there but I caught myself and started drinking Dasani bottled water.
I said this is a little heavy for me; I didn’t come here to be a counselor for someone’s soured relationship. I came here to have fun and not waste this wonderful excited manhood I have.
I went to the bathroom and splashed some cold water on my face. As I entered the door I saw a lot of men coupled up and making out.
I also saw a lot of men standing around like they were looking to get into something.
I guess I was not the only one with an excited manhood that I didn’t want to go to waste.
Just as I was walking out the door of the bathroom and definitely headed to a different bar inside of Rex, I spotted Nicholas Winthrop also known as Nick the Naughty Jock aka the Washington Warriors number one wide receiver.
I thought to myself, “Why is Nick here, what’s going on?”
First of all, he is very married with four children and he is very homophobic.
He is the main player in the locker room that says he is has nothing against gay people but he doesn’t think they should play professional sports.
Nicholas recently got in trouble with the NFL for an interview he had with the sports announcer, Brett Barr, when he expressed this opinion on Monday Night Football.
Brett asked Nick what he thought of gay professional athletes.
This guy is not so bright, to say on live television in front of millions of fans that if he found out any of his teammates were gay, he would personally make sure they were sorry for ever choosing football as a sport’s career.
Nick was immediate called into the General Manager’s office, chewed out by the GM, suspended for three games and fined one hundred thousand dollars.
He was then ordered to do five hundred hours of community service with the Human Rights Campaign in Washington, DC.
Nick also lost half of his endorsement contracts which only amounted to one because he only had two endorsement contacts.
“Is Nick Winthrop gay?” I thought to myself, “Not Naughty Nick the Jock.”
He is always bragging about how God has blessed him with the perfect wife and kids.
Last time Naughty Nick showed up in my office unannounced, he had a ruler and he was showing me how large his manhood had become while he was waiting for me.
He was easily twelve inches. “Hey Doc! Am I hung or what?”
“What can I do for you today, Nick,” I replied in my most professional voice.
Please examine me Doc, I think I sprung my groin muscle.
My manhood needs medical attention immediately. “Ok Nick, what happened?” I asked like a teacher asking a child trying to skirt a test.
“I was running drills and I felt something in my groin area pop and tighten at the same time. I’m in pain doctor, please help me.”
“OK,” I said indifferently, “let’s take a look.”
As I eyed Nick out the corner of my eye, he was smiling and he had a smirk on his face. I tapped the groin area where he indicated the pain was occurring.
“Does it hurt,” I asked. “No, it feels great, can you do it again, Doc,” Nick asked shyly.
Now, I was pissed off. I had a tom of work to do and I had a grown man, a big gorgeous jock, feigning an injury and playing games with me.
“OK, I see what’s going on,” I replied to Nick as I looked directly Nick’s beautiful body hard-on and all.
He was a gorgeous specimen, let’s not get it twisted.
He was 6’4 and two hundred and 220 lbs of pure solid muscle.
He was a model for Abercrombie and Fitch and he looked the part. He was dirty blond, hazel eyed man was with perfectly symmetrical features.
His dirty blond hair was always fresh and perfect as if he had just stepped out of the hair salon.
Nick was a model as a child and his mother and father were top super models during the eighties.
“Let’s go buddy, you just need to put some ice on that area,” I said annoyed to no end as I stared at Nick and dared him to protest.
“OK Doc, but if it get worse than I am coming back.”
“Yeah, Yeah, OK whatever,” I replied. He then flexed his biceps and chest and muscles like some sort of wild animal, while his manhood was still standing erect.
I acted nonchalantly. It is not unusual for players to place bets and/or to try to bait almost any player or member of the organization who they suspect of being gay into a trap to humiliate them.
I was and am always on guard for this type of under handed lowdown behavior.
So I did a double and triple take when I saw Naughty Nick as we had come to call him in the organization. Nick was always in and out of trouble with the league.
He looked pretty snazzy in grey pinstripe pants and a black turtle neck sweater. Almost everyone in the club was looking at Nick.
I don’t think Nick even notice all the men in the club staring at him.
I don’t think all of the guys in the club even knew who Nick was or that he was an NFL professional football player who played the position of wide receiver for the Washington Warriors, but the some of the men knew Nick was from the Washington Warriors football team.
I went over to a different bar across the room in Rex’s, to get away from Davi. I stood at the bar drinking my Dasani water and listening to Gypsy Man by the music group War. Gypsy Man is one of my favorite, it’s a very manly song.
As I was contemplating leaving and thinking how sad it would be if my excited manhood was wasted tonight. A very deep bass laced voice echoed in my ear, “What’s a guy like you doing in a place like this, Doc?”
It was Naughty Nick Winthrop, from my team the Washington Warriors.
“Having a drink? And you,” I said.
“I’m having a drink also, there is no law against having a drink is it,” Nick replied.
“I didn’t think this type of place would be your cup of tea, Nick.”
“You never asked me what type of tea I like, Doc.
“OK,” what type of tea do you like?”
I’m dying to taste this tea called Dale Timms.
“Oh, really,” I replied.
“Yes, I am,” Nick said seriously as he stared dead into my eyes at me.
I thought to myself, “Is this some type of set up,” but then I thought about my starving manhood and I decided Nick was as welcome as water to a man who had been in the hundred and sixteen degree desert with no water for five days.
Hmmmm, I might know where you can find some of this Dale Timms tea.
Nick eyes got as big as saucers. He then replied, Yes, I’ve always wanted Dale Timms tea.
OK, if you are Nice Nick and not Naughty Nick, you might be able to taste Dale Timms tea, I replied.
I’m around the corner at the Waldorf Astoria Hotel and I have the penthouse suite with a full Jacuzzi and Full Bar. “Me too, man,” I replied.
Sometimes the team stays in two different hotels if one hotel can’t accommodate everyone, which is usually the case.
“OK, let roll, dude,” Nick said as he grabbed my hand and we walked though the club to the club to the sounds of Madonna’s song “You’re an Angel” blaring from the loud speakers.
It was a nice fall Saturday October night and the Washington Warriors were in New York to play the Jets the next day.
When we reached the door, I quickly gave the Valet my keys and told him to step on it and Nick held up a hundred dollars for a tip.
When the valet saw the hundred dollar bill, he took off and brought the car back within two minutes.
Nick insisted on driving and he scared me half to death. He zoomed in and out of traffic like he was an expert New York driver.
He kissed me and at every turn and said I can’t wait to be with you man.
As we finally reached the hotel, Nick grabbed my hand and we ran through the lobby of the hotel to the elevator like two school kids in love.
When we got on the elevator, an elderly couple was on the elevator, looked strangely at the two of us holding hands, but they did exit on the second floor.
As soon as the elevator door closed, Nick gave me a deep throated kiss, his breath smelled so fresh and good.
He smelled like platinum nineteen by Chanel.
He smelled so fresh and good. We finally reached his room and just as he opened the door to his room, Coach Bradley stepped out of his room next door and said he needed to speak with him for a moment.
I quickly ran into the closet. Coach Bradley came into Nick Hotel room and said, “So, Nick how is that pulled groin muscle?”
“Fine Coach, the groin muscle is just fine” replied Nick.
“OK, I’m going to call Doctor Timms and have him come up and check you out tonight, so you can be cleared to play in Sunday’s game, OK?”
“OK, Coach,” Nick replied and closed the door to his room and in one swoop yanked the door open to his closet and grabbed me.