Travis was good at “playing it straight.” After all, he had had years of practice living this way and he had developed well the art of keeping his erotic thoughts of men to himself. Travis was never without the company of girls at practice or shouts from admiring women fans, who would flock around the young quarterback because he was just so cute. Travis would smile, but for the most part he ignored them.

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Once the shirt came off of Travis’ back, he was nothing but pure toned muscle from his shoulders down to his alluring bony hip curve that led to his washboard abdominals, lined by a trail of hair from his navel down to his crotch region. Travis kept his dark brown hair short and neatly groomed, and with a pair of icy blue eyes that one was sure to remember forever, he was the perfect male for the NFL, particularly one of the so-called “franchise men”, those who could be seen regularly in television commercials, wooed by the many sponsors to showcase their brand during one or more of the prime spots of the NFL games.

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Travis began to hyperventilate as breaths began escaping and re-entering his mouth, quickly warming up the hand that covered his lips as he felt a moist body press against his back. His erection still remained though, standing high and hard. After a few moments, he began to feel a round, velvety something brushing against the flesh of his smooth, rounded butt. It ran a tickling sensation across him, and Travis took a bite of his lip as he felt that bulbous tip sliding up and down his butt crack. It was such a strangely arousing moment, but Travis quickly realized that it had only just begun when the hand gripping his shoulder forced Travis to turn and face him.