Stand for the American Flag... Speedo?

I am feeling decidedly not very patriotic today, but I do like writing stories for holidays. Racking my brain, I realized that there was one thing that I still wanted to celebrate, and that is very sexy men in speedos. And for today, American flag speedos. And there is one gentleman who wore one very famously this week, and I wanted to write a story about him. So, here's a story about Jason Kelce in his speedo. VIP members, check the Discord for visuals- all of these are available online, but i didn't want you to have to look too hard to find them.

“Do you think he’s actually going to honor the bet?”

“Have you met my husband before? Of course he’s going to do this.”

As if on cue, Kylie’s attention was pulled from her friend to the sudden cheers happening behind her. It was finally time to see what Jason and Beau had been ribbing each other about all morning. She’d known that their weight loss challenge had a forfeit attached to it, and she also knew that she had been visiting the bakery a little more often each week to bring home pastries since that challenge had begun. Like the internet, she liked her man a bit thicker.

And it was apparent that everyone here liked Jason as well. He was walking through the crowd, wielding a large chair like a battering ram in front of him. Wearing a crop top and a pair of American flag shorts, he was easily visible even before jumping up onto the chair.

“Oh my god, is he going to-”

Before she could even finish her sentence, he grabbed two fistfuls of fabric and ripped the breakaway shorts off of his body to reveal the matching speedo that he had on underneath. His thick thighs were stretching both leg holes, and his hefty bulge was presented for everyone and their cell phones held over their heads to record everything. He was giggling a bit now, and his belly bounced up and down, visible underneath the bottom hem of his jersey.

He stood there, soaking in the attention, and then he hopped down and headed to the bar to start working.

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Every year, the Philadelphia Eagles held a fundraising event to raise money for an autism foundation that they sponsored. It was basically a giant tailgate with a cover charge and a giant list of corporate sponsors. The Kelces were the de facto face of the event, and they at least put their money where their mouth is. Every year, they work the entire time unless they’re needed for some drinking game with other football players and their friends.

Right now, Kylie is working behind the bar, signing merch and filling pint glasses. I’d just walked in with my friend, and I looked around the crowd, trying to see her husband.

“Oh my fuck, there he is.”

My friend, Rob, was frantically whispering into my ear, as he pointed towards a beer pong table on the patio to the right of the bar. Jason was facing away from us, and my jaw dropped as I saw the speedo that was currently wedged into his ass right now. He was throwing back a cup of beer now, and he flipped it over on his first try as the man next to him copied. The game of flip cup concluded when Landon Dickerson failed to get his solo cup to stay on the table, and Jason and his former teammates taunted the big man.

Suddenly, without fanfare, Landon untied the drawstring of his shorts and pushed them to the ground to reveal his own speedo. The man was thick all over, and the thin floral fabric barely contained his hefty bulge.

“This event makes me want to donate to charity more often.”

“Really? It just makes me want to fuck an Eagle.”

Laughing now, we headed to the bar. It was slammed, and it took forever for us to even get close enough to order. This was all for a good cause though, so it was hard to feel bad about waiting. Even if it wasn’t, the view helped. Every football player was wearing matching jerseys, but the bottom half of their outfits differed.

We’d already seen two men in speedos, but there were more over here. The rest were wearing shorts that looked glued to their muscular thighs, so there was nowhere to look that didn’t have me glad that I had a fanny pack covering my own crotch. Finally, I was close enough to flag one of the players down and order two beers.

“Here you go, guys!”

“Where do we put tips?”

Sticking out his crotch, he pointed at his own fanny pack he had right below his abs.

“And what would it take for you to slide that fanny pack to the side?”

“Make that five find a buddy.”

My friend was clearly flirting with this guy, and he was rolling with it like a champ. Then again, if I looked like that, I probably would be more confident as well. Rob grabbed another bill from his wallet, and true to his word, the sexy man in front of us moved his bag to the side so we could see his very visible bulge in his light blue speedo. He even turned around so that we could see the eagle splayed across his meaty ass that was spilling out of the suit.

“Okay, time to pay up.”

“With pleasure…”

Rob dodged the fanny pack and slid his hand inside the man’s speedo, but he didn’t get far. The player stepped closer to the counter to hide as he grabbed Rob’s hand. I could still see the view though, and I saw that he wasn’t pulling Rob away… he was guiding his hand further down. His bush was now peeking over the drawstring as Rob’s hand had to be fully grasping his shaft. This was so fucking hot, but with a shout, it all ended.

“Wade, what are you doing?”

Jason Kelce was behind the bar now, and I was getting a close-up view of the sexy bear’s body.

“Dude, if you’re wanting to raise money, that is not the way to do it.”

Oh shit, oh shit! We had messed up and gotten this guy in trouble- wait, were we about to be in trouble?

“You need to make sure not to play favorites- hop up here!”

Smiling at his old teammate, the object of our obsession hopped onto the counter right in the center of the giant crowd. There was a full 360° bar going around him, and everyone could see him as he unsnapped his fanny pack and dropped it into Jason’s grasp.

“Okay everyone, who wants some exclusive Eagles merch?” The crowd was enthusiastic but focused as they all tuned in from their own conversations to hear what was happening. “This speedo worn by Wade is up for grabs.” To model, Wade did a full turn, poking his toned ass out for everyone to see. “And you’re going to get the very one that Wade is wearing at the end of the night!”

Focus was gone now as everyone frenetically started yelling out bids as Jason tried his best to be an auctioneer. As the three-digit numbers kept creeping higher and higher, we were priced out of the fun, but the speedo wasn’t what we were trying to get- we wanted the show that would come with it.

Finally slowing down after $700 was shouted out, two men stared at each other from across the crowd, wondering if the other would up the number. It went to $750, but no further, and one of the men was declared the victor. Another one of Wade’s teammates helped lift him onto the bar, and he just didn’t look like the guy who would drop close to a thousand dollars at an event like this. He was wearing a normal Eagles t-shirt tucked into a pair of khaki shorts, but as he walked across the bar towards Wade, I saw the massive tent in his shorts that he didn’t even care to hide. He wanted the same show that we did, but he was the one to make it happen.

As far as I knew, Wade was a straight guy with an Instagram model girlfriend, but he had no issues being treated like a piece of meat for charity. The victor stood behind him, straddling him with his feet on either side of his frame. He’d been quick to shell out his money, but his hands were a little less sure of themselves, shaking a bit as they found the drawstring and began to untie.

Meanwhile, Wade was mugging for the cameras, making embarrassed looking faces for the cameras pointed at him. Once the string was fully untied and a little bit of his trimmed bush came into view again, he turned around and faced the man. If the donor wasn’t more than a head shorter than the running back, then I know he would have risked his luck to plant his lips on Wade’s… I know that I would have.

Only a single layer of fabric was covering his ass now, but that wouldn’t be true for long.

“Okay everyone, let’s let Wade know how much we appreciate his ass for charity!”

And right on cue, the donor pulled down on his speedo and revealed Wade’s perfect ass to over a hundred camera flashes. It was as if he had a speedo made by Mary Poppins herself because there was more ass out of the speedo than there had been in it. He was bulging out on either side, and he made it bounce by placing his hands underneath each cheek.

He was a god, and we’d gotten a small peek before he lifted the fabric up once more. The donor was jumping down from the bar to applause of his own, but Jason wasn’t done yet apparently.

“And here’s another $750 from me.”

Stretching up to his full height, he was just able to grab onto Wade’s speedo, and he yanked it down right after he turned to face us again. Wade’s giant soft cock tumbled into view, and there was no feigned embarrassment happening right now. He might have agreed to show his ass, but this was another story.

Frantically, he tried to grab his briefs back, but Jason had a tight grip of them around his ankles. He could barely even hide his cock with both hands, so he just jumped back onto the ground, and Jason used his skills to pull the speedo over his feet as he did. He was running now, and Wade was in chase. He couldn’t hide his cock and ass so he just gave up and focused on catching Jason.

His cock was swinging back and forth against those tree trunk thighs, and I was mesmerized as he finally caught back up with Jason right in front of us. His speedo had been thrown out into the crowd by now, so Wade’s only option was to grab onto Jason’s jersey and yank it off of his body. As Jason kept running, Wade was left holding the mesh material that he wrapped around himself as well as he could.

He couldn’t get out of the bar through the mob of people, so he was stuck here. For the next hour, he kept signing merch and grabbing beers as he constantly readjusted the see-though fabric that wasn’t hiding anything.