Jazz Ruberton, rising quarterback star in the football field.
Spends his mornings at the gym, his afternoons with his mates, his nights drunk and with his ass gaped and creampied.
Sometimes he wakes up the morning after with too many new numbers on his phone, and too many photos of his cum-painted face on the social medias.
Jazz barely remembers his parents, as they were always busy with the family's business and didn't spend much time with him in his childhood. They passed away quite soon in his life, but thankfully they left him a hefty bank account with enough money to support any kind of lifestyle he'd choose to follow. Being a sporty kind of guy, it was natural for him to become a rising star in the football fields and, as he moved to college, even found himself quite a large number of fans and mates to spend his nights with. Instantly accepted in a fraternity due to his football scores, the guys around him had little time to really discover what kind of a guy Jazz was.
If you spend half your lifetime in locker rooms, gyms, and on the field, you start appreciating all that meat around you, afterall since it wasn't the 18th century, his mates didn't care much about his tastes, and sometimes even found his muzzle and round ass quite useful to spice up their frat parties.
Chugging beer directly from the keg, or having it funneled into his mouth, Jazz's always at the center of the party, sometimes nailing a cutie in the bathroom while the others watch, or spreading his legs for a big stallion, urging him to mount him and ram that big horsecock into his hole.
Being quite the excellent player, he's also the perfect target for the losing team's revenge: his teammates found him bound and forced into a locker more than once, blindfolded, a pair of sweaty socks in his mouth, his gaping, winking hole still leaking cum, and his cock hard as a rock and throbbing, mewling and whimpering for more.
Jazz has been known to spend some nights at the gym, in seedy hotels, dark and unknown nightclubs and highway truck stops, returning either completely wasted or smelling like a pair of sweaty balls the morning after: some of his mates and close friends seemed worried about it, some of the competing football teams appreciated the news, and Jazz didn't care one bit.
