FIC: That Old Backdoor Play 1/1
TITLE: That Old Backdoor Play
AUTHOR: Frala
E-MAIL: frala at hotmail dot com
DISTRIBUTION: Just at Perchance to Dream
DISCLAIMER: I neither claim any ownership to any of the characters aside from the ones I made up. And I'm not implying anything about any of the characters in real life. Its all fiction, none of it actually happened, I made it all up.
RATING: NC 17 slash.
CONTINUITY: Part of the Do A Player Series.
CHARACTERS: Brett Lindros, Rick Nash
NOTES: Yes it has been a year since this was supposed to be posted, shhh. ;P
SUMMARY: Rick and Brett have a lacross lesson, then fuck.
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Back Door \ v. \ sneak behind the defense to receive a feed and get an easy scoring opportunity.
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I love my job.
Fuck me I just spent the day with a college lacrosse team, showing us the proper way to hold our sticks and alternate grips, and yeah I don't fucking remember any of the rules but I sure as hell liked the lesson.
A lot different than hockey, and way fucking less clothes. I liked it. Not enough to you know play it again or anything but it was a great chance to get an even better look at Nash. The interview went well too. I have to admit I was worried for a bit... right up until the tour of Ohio State and he introduced me to his friend Simon.
Rick called him a football god and then smirked at me when I asked how they hooked up and I knew it was all good. Man this is getting easier by the episode. This kid kinda looks like jailbait but he isn't, that's so fucking hot.
And he's fucking huge in that beefy kind of way that I love so much. There's muscle there but it's... whatever it fucking is I like it. Kinda reminds me of me back in the day, only you know with talent.
Simon took off after a while making plans to come over and see Rick later on, giving me a smile, winking at Rick before he leaves. A second later I'm picking my jaw up off the floor when Rick asks where we're going to fuck.
Damn rookies. "Where do you want to fuck?" I raise an eyebrow, his smile contagious enough to make me smile too
"Come with me..." he grabs my shirt sleeve and tugs me along with him, back inside the stadium and down a flight of stairs "Fucking a football God has some perks." He winks and pulls out a keycard, swiping it and tugging me inside a room.
I don't know what the room's purpose is and I'm not going to waste time on the décor because Rick's on his knees and I have no pants on after about ten seconds after the door shuts. A quick appraisal of my cock and he spins me around as though he's weighing his options.
Fuck, he might be like a younger version of me more than I thought.
A finger in my ass is the answer I was looking for. And apparently him too, cause another one follows and he's fingering me hard and deep, standing up and biting the back of my neck. "Mm fuck, that's good, mm more..." Biting on my lip I push back and take a third finger.
Rick doesn’t need to be told, or asked twice, before his fingers are out of me I can hear him spit and his cock is slamming inside me, stretching me so fucking huge I scream.
"Don't come..." He growls in my ear, biting down, and I whimper and nod.
What? What the fuck? Clamping down hard on his cock I push back angling my head and biting down on his jawline, growling that I'll do whatever I want. His cock is out of me in less time then it takes for the words to be out.
"Fine." Rick shrugs and hops up on the table, stroking his cock slow and easy, moaning a little. Now that I get a good view of it, not to mention the fact that my ass is missing the feel of it right about now, has me wondering what the fuck I was thinking a few minutes ago.
Yeah he's hot and got that big fucking cock that he thinks is going to have me on my knees in... aw fuck it he's right. I can hear the smirk when I tug his legs apart and suck his cock head into my mouth, sucking hard, taking him down as fast as I can.
My lips are stretched wide over that fat cock, loving every second to going down on him when he grabs my hair and tugs me back, grinning and kissing me hard. My tongue meets his with just as much force, licking and circling around his until he's shaking as much as I am.
Rick's fingers grip the back of my head tugging on my hair and I do the same, both fists grasping hold of him, growing against his lips for him to fuck me. We spin around and I'm up on the table he was just on in about two seconds. The grin I get is less cocky and growly then given his demeanor the last few minutes I was expecting but it's cute as fuck like I expected him to be before I met him.
The kiss is still as hard and as demanding and his cock is still every bit as huge as he slams into me though, he even still growls for me not to come but adds on to it this time. "Cause I'm gonna ride you after I come, and I want that dick as hard and thick as it is right now." He pants against my ear and starts thrusting harder, grinding against my prostate.
"Then stop... fucking... doing it... like that..." I gasp, about a second away from blowing my load over his stomach. He grunts in response but back off a little, still fucking me as deep and as good but angling differently.
Fuck... I'm still so close; reaching down to cup both his ass cheeks he grunts again and spreads his legs so that my finger can slide into him. Fuck he's tight too, I can barely get the second finger in, gonna feel amazing on my dick. Soon... fuck, hopefully... yes!
He comes with a loud cry, pumping harder inside me, his hips feeling like I'm going to wake up bruised tomorrow they're slapping so hard on my ass. Rick's pushing me further back onto the table, sliding his dick out of me, still stroking it, coming over my stomach too when he slams down on my dick.
Back arched, he cries out but starts riding me right away anyway. Fuck it feels just as fucking good inside him as I thought he was going to, I wish I was going to last longer to feel it more. Mm next time. I pump my hips up burring inside him while he's still spurting onto me, shooting hard and deep inside him.
We're both shaking against each other when he leans down, kissing me just as rough as before, grinning when I moan into his mouth and laughing when I do. He hops up with a moan. Slapping my thigh, fixing his clothes and grinning wider. "Team'll be back in about five minutes."
Fuck. He's gone and I'm scrambling for my clothes feeling that kinda tight, hurting but oh so fucking good just gotten fucked by a big cock feeling the whole time. Fuck I love that feeling. A lot.
I should be pissed, I should be a lot of things but all I am is grinning like an idiot when I walk past the football team a few seconds later. Well and checking out some hot football ass. I'm only human.
Mm fuck, definitely penciling him in as a guest for next season. A good fuck is a good a reason to have someone on there as a good story to tell.
Right?
I love my job.
THE END
AUTHOR: Frala
E-MAIL: frala at hotmail dot com
DISTRIBUTION: Just at Perchance to Dream
DISCLAIMER: I neither claim any ownership to any of the characters aside from the ones I made up. And I'm not implying anything about any of the characters in real life. Its all fiction, none of it actually happened, I made it all up.
RATING: NC 17 slash.
CONTINUITY: Part of the Do A Player Series.
CHARACTERS: Brett Lindros, Rick Nash
NOTES: Yes it has been a year since this was supposed to be posted, shhh. ;P
SUMMARY: Rick and Brett have a lacross lesson, then fuck.
~~
Back Door \ v. \ sneak behind the defense to receive a feed and get an easy scoring opportunity.
~~
I love my job.
Fuck me I just spent the day with a college lacrosse team, showing us the proper way to hold our sticks and alternate grips, and yeah I don't fucking remember any of the rules but I sure as hell liked the lesson.
A lot different than hockey, and way fucking less clothes. I liked it. Not enough to you know play it again or anything but it was a great chance to get an even better look at Nash. The interview went well too. I have to admit I was worried for a bit... right up until the tour of Ohio State and he introduced me to his friend Simon.
Rick called him a football god and then smirked at me when I asked how they hooked up and I knew it was all good. Man this is getting easier by the episode. This kid kinda looks like jailbait but he isn't, that's so fucking hot.
And he's fucking huge in that beefy kind of way that I love so much. There's muscle there but it's... whatever it fucking is I like it. Kinda reminds me of me back in the day, only you know with talent.
Simon took off after a while making plans to come over and see Rick later on, giving me a smile, winking at Rick before he leaves. A second later I'm picking my jaw up off the floor when Rick asks where we're going to fuck.
Damn rookies. "Where do you want to fuck?" I raise an eyebrow, his smile contagious enough to make me smile too
"Come with me..." he grabs my shirt sleeve and tugs me along with him, back inside the stadium and down a flight of stairs "Fucking a football God has some perks." He winks and pulls out a keycard, swiping it and tugging me inside a room.
I don't know what the room's purpose is and I'm not going to waste time on the décor because Rick's on his knees and I have no pants on after about ten seconds after the door shuts. A quick appraisal of my cock and he spins me around as though he's weighing his options.
Fuck, he might be like a younger version of me more than I thought.
A finger in my ass is the answer I was looking for. And apparently him too, cause another one follows and he's fingering me hard and deep, standing up and biting the back of my neck. "Mm fuck, that's good, mm more..." Biting on my lip I push back and take a third finger.
Rick doesn’t need to be told, or asked twice, before his fingers are out of me I can hear him spit and his cock is slamming inside me, stretching me so fucking huge I scream.
"Don't come..." He growls in my ear, biting down, and I whimper and nod.
What? What the fuck? Clamping down hard on his cock I push back angling my head and biting down on his jawline, growling that I'll do whatever I want. His cock is out of me in less time then it takes for the words to be out.
"Fine." Rick shrugs and hops up on the table, stroking his cock slow and easy, moaning a little. Now that I get a good view of it, not to mention the fact that my ass is missing the feel of it right about now, has me wondering what the fuck I was thinking a few minutes ago.
Yeah he's hot and got that big fucking cock that he thinks is going to have me on my knees in... aw fuck it he's right. I can hear the smirk when I tug his legs apart and suck his cock head into my mouth, sucking hard, taking him down as fast as I can.
My lips are stretched wide over that fat cock, loving every second to going down on him when he grabs my hair and tugs me back, grinning and kissing me hard. My tongue meets his with just as much force, licking and circling around his until he's shaking as much as I am.
Rick's fingers grip the back of my head tugging on my hair and I do the same, both fists grasping hold of him, growing against his lips for him to fuck me. We spin around and I'm up on the table he was just on in about two seconds. The grin I get is less cocky and growly then given his demeanor the last few minutes I was expecting but it's cute as fuck like I expected him to be before I met him.
The kiss is still as hard and as demanding and his cock is still every bit as huge as he slams into me though, he even still growls for me not to come but adds on to it this time. "Cause I'm gonna ride you after I come, and I want that dick as hard and thick as it is right now." He pants against my ear and starts thrusting harder, grinding against my prostate.
"Then stop... fucking... doing it... like that..." I gasp, about a second away from blowing my load over his stomach. He grunts in response but back off a little, still fucking me as deep and as good but angling differently.
Fuck... I'm still so close; reaching down to cup both his ass cheeks he grunts again and spreads his legs so that my finger can slide into him. Fuck he's tight too, I can barely get the second finger in, gonna feel amazing on my dick. Soon... fuck, hopefully... yes!
He comes with a loud cry, pumping harder inside me, his hips feeling like I'm going to wake up bruised tomorrow they're slapping so hard on my ass. Rick's pushing me further back onto the table, sliding his dick out of me, still stroking it, coming over my stomach too when he slams down on my dick.
Back arched, he cries out but starts riding me right away anyway. Fuck it feels just as fucking good inside him as I thought he was going to, I wish I was going to last longer to feel it more. Mm next time. I pump my hips up burring inside him while he's still spurting onto me, shooting hard and deep inside him.
We're both shaking against each other when he leans down, kissing me just as rough as before, grinning when I moan into his mouth and laughing when I do. He hops up with a moan. Slapping my thigh, fixing his clothes and grinning wider. "Team'll be back in about five minutes."
Fuck. He's gone and I'm scrambling for my clothes feeling that kinda tight, hurting but oh so fucking good just gotten fucked by a big cock feeling the whole time. Fuck I love that feeling. A lot.
I should be pissed, I should be a lot of things but all I am is grinning like an idiot when I walk past the football team a few seconds later. Well and checking out some hot football ass. I'm only human.
Mm fuck, definitely penciling him in as a guest for next season. A good fuck is a good a reason to have someone on there as a good story to tell.
Right?
I love my job.
THE END