***The following is a work of fiction*** [NOTE: to see the prelude to this series, check out “Bledsoe or Brady? Parts 1 and 2] Tom's curiosity got the better of him and he begged me to tell him what was in store for him when we landed in Phoenix. I knew I could take advantage of my hotshot superstar stud, but wasn't into playing games like that with him. I just told him I had a couple of big surprises for him on our short stay over in the desert. I indicated one of the surprises was to help another young fellow like himself to learn the ropes; the second was just for his pleasure. The plane landed; we got dressed. I sent him off and I went for a rendezvous with another client, Craig Counsell of the Arizona Diamondbacks. Tom arrived at the Camelback Inn Hotel, was mobbed by the crowd, and even groped by a couple of girls. At least two guys slyly tried to put their hands on his beautiful butt. By the time he got to his room, he felt like he'd been sacked a couple of times. To his surprise there was someone waiting for him in his room. "Hey Tom," the voice from the other side of the room greeted him. Tom thought he recognized the guy, but he wasn't 100% sure till he walked over and saw that it was Todd Heap, the hunk rookie tight end for the Baltimore Ravens. Heap had grown up in Arizona and was a standout at ASU. Todd was only about an inch taller than Tom, but he looked much larger because his frame carried over 250 pounds. Todd must have just gotten out of the shower, as his short blonde hair was still wet. He looked like a blond Adonis. He just had a towel wrapped around his extremely narrow waist. Tom had heard about Heap, and how he had been initiated into the NFL by a few of the Denver Broncos last summer. They did a number on him then, but Tom had not heard much about him since. Brady did know the following: At 6-foot-5, 252 pounds, Heap has the size most guys are looking for. The positives were: Well-built athlete with long arms and legs...Has the frame to be able to dominate most anyone his size or smaller...Shows excellent hip swerve...Gets a good push or thrust when fucking...Stays low, extends his arms all over the other guy’s body... Very effective in finding the soft spot in other guys...Also uses his body properly to extract extreme pleasure from his lovers...Has natural hands, uses them properly for feeling up his conquests...Very good at adjusting to any trick moves that come his way...and is not afraid to sacrifice his body to get to places he wants, especially the other guy’s cock and balls...great leg drive...Searches out your weakness and delivers a fantastic fuck... The negatives were he sometimes has trouble rolling his hips, and is easy to get on his back if you find his soft spot...So the bottom line was that Heap is a handful to have your way with. In general, Todd has one tremendous upside. As Tom approached Todd, Heap's hands went right for Brady's waist, squeezed it, and he started to remove the T-shirt Tom was wearing. Already Tom was feeling the magic in the “Golden Retriever’s” fabulous hands. "Hold on there, Heap,” Tom said, “I've heard about how rough your rookie year has been, and I want to let you know to just keep working hard and you'll end up on top. Just probably not tonight." Tom joked with Todd, but in his mind he knew he would be challenged to find this hot hunk’s weak spot. Todd, in fact, did have an amazing body. He had a huge upper body that melted into a narrow waste and his legs were very muscular. At least if he did end up on the long end of Heap's stick, it would be pleasurable. It didn't take Tom long to strip down. When Todd finally removed his towel, the hot boy Brady sort of took a deep swallow: He had never seen a package that matched the size Heap was toting. "No wonder those fuckin’ Bronco boys jumped your bones last spring! You got the goods of a horse,” Tom remarked. If Heap were Italian, he'd be accused of smuggling a salami down there; his cock was long and super thick and must have been over 7 inches...SOFT. Todd positioned Brady on his back in the king size bed and began to run those fantastic hands up and down and all over Brady's legs and hips and then upper torso. Tom was getting so turned on and he began to whimper and moan each time Heap explored a new place on his body. Heap kept going back and working Tom's mid-section and hips and Tom started to thrust his lower body up and down each time Todd would squeeze the hot boy’s hips. Tom could feel his body and skin getting hotter and hotter. Heap must have sensed this too, as he began to lick Tom's abs, his navel and his trail down to Tom's now hardening 'Patriot Package'. "You want me, don't you? You want me inside you, don't you Brady?" "Yes, Heap it on me, you golden guy. I want to feel that 'Todd tool' filling me up." Todd leaned forward; he ran his hands all over Tom's stomach and up his torso. He massaged Tom's armpits and then moved down Tom's muscular arms and intertwined his fingers with Tom's. Next, Todd put most of his weight fully on Tom's chest and Brady could feel the long hard cock against his abs and up to his chest. Todd was in a vulnerable position, however. Todd then slid down Brady's body and when they were face to face, he took Tom's head in his strong and talented hands and held it so that he could have direct access to Tom's open mouth. Heap spent the next few minutes kissing Tom, his new MVP: Most Valued Prick. Tom knew it would almost be time for Heap to want to begin exploring his ass with his fabulous hands and cock, so he asked Todd to rest his monster meat on his stomach again. "That was such a turn-on, feeling your entire cock resting on me like that." Without a word, Todd slid his body up and again rested his man meat on Tom's body. Tom groaned and gurgled as if it was a total turn-on for him. Todd's weight on his chest again took the air out of Tom. Brady grabbed the 12-inch Heap stick in his right hand, and pushed his left hand onto Heap's hip. Todd was easily rolled off of Tom and onto his back. Tom quickly began to stroke the giant cock in an irregular fashion: first soft and slow, then hard and fast and mixing it up in between. He had hit Heap's weakness: a hip and hand job. Tom didn't want to take any chances. He spread the hot Heap's thighs and began to devour the stallion's salami sized cock. Heap wasn't totally hard so it was easier for Tom to take the entire length of Todd and deep throat him. Heap just groaned. He probably could not believe that anyone could do that to him. Tom slid the cock in and out of his open throat several times; then worked Heap's hips so that Todd was doing all the work of shoving his 'Raven's rod' down Tom's throat. Brady was now enjoying his own rub-a-dub over Heap's fantastic frame. Todd knew Brady had bested him, and he became fairly submissive. Brady faced Heap, elevated his rear, slapped Todd's butt a few times and was able to slip his own huge cock inside the 'tight end' of Todd Heap. "Looks like the Raven's tight end isn't all that tight after all," Tom quipped. "Next time don't leave yourself wide open to me; learn some defense. Don't underestimate your opponent’s offensive strategy," Todd countered. Todd wrapped his arms and legs around Tom and just hung on for what would be the ride of his life. Each time Heap was 'drained dry in the desert', he begged Tom to do him again. Over the next three hours, Tom screwed Heap's ass and pumped his giant stick till it came over and over again. "Maybe next time you'll get to stick that 'terrific Todd tool' into me, but not tonight," Brady whispered in his ear. Heap actually was a fine fuck, not quite up to Kyle, but then again who was? After Todd left, Brady wondered what pleasure was in store for him next. He also wondered what Kyle had been doing at his meeting and who that meeting was with. It was occurring to him that as he was getting all this experience, he was appreciating what he enjoyed with Kyle more and more. These last days of heady victory and sudden celebrity and the smorgasbord of over-indulged sexual gratification and exploration were a bit overwhelming. But what seemed to be keeping his head on straight and focused was the mere thought of this Kyle person: whoever he was, he was having a profound impact on The Brady Boy, and he was beginning to like the things he was feeling. He may have had sexual access to some pretty studly number; but nothing felt the way it did when he was with Kyle. And he was anxious to tell him so… To be continued…
