49rs 69rd Christian McCaffrey was off to a great start on h..

49rs 69rd Christian McCaffrey was off to a great start on his new team, the San Francisco 49rs. He became the first player in NFL history to throw, run, and catch for touchdowns all in a single game, an impressive feat for the blonde, blue-eyed running back. After the standard post game interviews and press conferences, Christian went to the team’s trainer and masseuse to work on his recurring shoulder injury. He was still in the 49rs’ red jersey and tight gold colored football pants as he made his way through the state of the art training and fitness facilities. When he walked through the door he spotted Jimmy Garoppolo wrapping a towel around his chisel waist as he got off the massage table. The sexy Italian quarterback looked like he had just got up from a relaxing sleep, and was still partially goggly. It took Jimmy a couple of minutes to realize that Christian was standing before him, “hey, man, awesome game. We are glad to have you on the team.” Jimmy Garoppolo gave one of his sexy smiles. Christian couldn’t help but notice the huge tent in the front of the white towel. He tried to avert his eyes so as not to embarrass the quarterback or himself. “Jimmy, the ice bath is ready,” the older trainer came up behind the quarterback and patted Jimmy on his wide shredded back. Christian swore that Jimmy’s cock bounced under the towel at the older man’s touch. The trainer smiled at Christian who visibly turned red. “Yeah, man, I have to go, but we have to hang out soon. You are going to be my number one receiver,” the tall quarterback said as the trainer guided him out of the room. Christian thought it was weird how the trainer had his hand on Garoppolo’s back and shoulders like the quarterback was a feasible old man, instead of a stud in his prime. There were two beds in the massage therapy room and it was completely normal to have two players getting therapy and a rub downs at the same time. On one of the tables was Nick Bosa, the defensive tackle, laying face down on the table getting a rub down from another male trainer. Nick seemed to be sound asleep and didn’t even acknowledge Christian. Christian was surprised to see that Nick was wearing only a jockstrap with no sheet or towel covering his muscular, smooth behind. The trainer was moving his hands down Nick’s wide, muscle layered back, working the tight muscles. The trainer looked up at Christian and gave a slight smile. Christian looked away just as the trainer closed the divider curtain around Nick’s table. “Ah, Mr. McCaffrey, I've been looking forward to working on you,” the older trainer, who has attended to Jimmy Garoppolo earlier, came into the room. “I've been a fan of yours since your Stanford days, and been wanting to get my hands on you,” the trainer extended his right hand, and his eyes ran over the blonde football player before him. Christian who was raised to be polite, extended his hand in return. However, he suddenly felt uneasy as the trainer eyed him up as if he was a prize slide of beef. “So why don’t you get undressed and lay face down on the table and we can begin,” the trainer stood back and folded his arms. Christian paused but then pulled off his jersey. He had been naked around other teammates and trainers for years and wasn’t shy about showing off his athletic, shredded body. While in college, he did modeling on the side and still got a lot of modeling gigs off season. Christian was in perfect visibille shape. His muscles were flawless and pumped. His smooth skin was stretched over layers of well defined muscles. His arms were large and pump and his shoulders were the size of cannon balls. Not a bite of hair flawed his sculpted torso. He knew the older man was watching him as he peeled down the skin tight football pants and revealed his packed compression boxer-briefs and his powerful legs. His legs were thick and well developed with visible defined quads and massive tear shaped calves. All the while the trainer was watching him, with his arms crossed as his eyes examined the muscular running back. When Christian paused, the trainer instructed him to keep going, “the compression shorts as well.” The trainer’s voice was firm and commanding. For the first time in years Christian felt uncomfortable about getting naked in front of someone else. He turned his back to the older man. The compression shorts were skin tight over his round, football player ass. His ass formed a perfect shelf or ledge sticking out from his lean, tight waist. Christian then hooked his thumbs into the waistband and peeled the compression shorts back over his perfectly shaped ass. As he pulled the compression shorts down and off his powerful legs, bending over and raising each leg, he invertualty revealed his tightly hidden jock hole between the fat, yet firm ass cheeks. Once he was naked, Christian turned and tossed the underwear onto a chair with the rest of his clothes. Christian’s soft 5” cock hung between his massive thighs, nested in a well groomed bush of blonde pubes. Christian jumped when the trainer slap his smooth bubble ass, “get on the table,” Christian climbed face down onto the massage table. He pressed his head against the donut shaped pillow. Christian was expecting to be covered with a sheet or towel, instead the trainer stood at his head and began to massage oil onto Christian’s shoulders. The oil smelled unusual but good as it was rubbed into his tight muscles. A tingling went through Christian’s entire body. The trainer’s hands worked the oil deep as he rubbed and squeezed the muscles. The more the trainer touched and rubbed him, and the more the oil soaked into his skin and muscles, the more relaxed Christian became. The trainer’s crotch was pressed against Christian’s blonde hair as the older man reached down toward the football player’s lower back. Yet Christian didn’t protest or move. He started to hear moans and the light sound of a bed or table raking from the direction of Nick Bosa’s table but Christian didn’t think anything about it, nor cared. In fact the smell of the oil and the strong hands on his muscles made him not want to care or think about anything. “Just relax, Christian. It feels so good. You want and need to trust me completely,” the trainer whispered as his hands knead Christian’s lower back. “Yes, feel sooo good,” Christian mumbled sleepily. “Yes, so good. The more you obey me the more relaxed and blissful you feel,” the trainer worked his hands back up the muscular back. “Yes, must obey,” Christian whispered. His cock was rock hard as it was pressed between his body and the massage table. “Answer me completely honestly. You have to tell me the truth, understand,” the trainer whispered as he once again worked his hands down the smooth back. “Yes, completely truthful,” Christian moaned. “Good. Christian have you ever had sex with another man,” the trainer whispered into the blonde jock’s ear. “Yes,” Christian moaned in response. The trainer was surprised. Christian McCaffrey had the image of being the upstanding all American golden boy. The trainer wasn’t surprised when he got Nick Bosa to confide that he and his equally famous brother Joey had fooled around, but the Bosa brothers had a wild streak reputation. “Tell me what happened,” the trainer cock was hard, pressing against Christian’s head. “I and a couple of teammates from college experimented. We jerk each other off and . . .” Christian was embarrassed even in his relaxed state. “And sucked each other's cocks.” The trainer was so roused, “did you enjoy it? Answer me truthfully.” “I was ashamed. I’m no fag,” Christian whispered. “But you like it didn’t you,” the trainer squeezed and rubbed the running back’s thick neck. “Yesss,” Christian moaned. “Good, boy,” the trainer gripped Christian’s blonde hair and pulled his head up. Christian’s eyes widened as he came eye level with the older man’s fat cock. He looked further up at the trainer’s smiling face and back at the cock. “Suck my cock, Christian,” the trainer stroked the football player’s soft hair. “You feel so good when you obey.” Christian then closed his blue eyes and opened his mouth, taking the cock into it. The jock adonis soon was gagging on the thick cock as the trainer fucked the back of his throat. The curtain around Nick Bosa’s bed pulled aside and revealed the other, younger training, fucking the defensive player. Nick had his huge thick legs wrapped around the smaller man’s waist as the trainer thrust in and out of his jockpussy. The look on the football player’s face was pure bliss as his prostate was rammed over and over. Bosa’s hard 6” cock was throbbing and pointed right at the linemen’s handsome face. The stud’s moans were muffled from his jockstrap that was shoveled into his mouth. “Boss, look like u got a good cocksucker there,” the younger trainer grunted out. His head was dwarfed by Bosa’s massive left calf muscle which rested on his bonely shoulders. “Yes, with some training McCaffrey here, would make a great addition to the owners private team,” the two trainers laughed. “Poor guy doesn’t even know the real reason he was traded, does he,” the younger trainer continued to thrust in and out of Nick’s hole, causing the sexy football player to whimper. “We are the best in the business at training just like him,” the older man gripped Christian’s hair and pulled the confused and horny stud off his cock. The trainer’s cock was coated with drool and saliva. He then walked down the length of the table, running his hands over the chisel, sculpted body. The body hair that McCaffrey did had was light and blonde, giving an appearance of smoothness. When he reached the perfect, large mounds of Christian’s ass, the trainer took the bottle of warm oil and poured it over the flawless large glutes. To be continued