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The best moments from the new erotic Rob Gronkowski ebook

By Rae Votta

This article contains sexually explicit material.

Rob Gronkowski is no stranger to buzzworthy Internet moments both on and off the field, but the Patriots tight end is also the object of some pretty steamy erotic fantasy.

The original novella, A Gronking to Remember, was published at the end of 2014, to enormous viral success. Now author Lacey Noonan is back with further adventures in Gronk erotica (or “Gronkrotica” for short). Get ready for A Gronking to Remember 2: Chad Goes Deep in the Neutral Zone.

Yes, Gronk is aware of his budding erotica fandom. He even read a line from A Gronking to Remember during a Super Bowl press conference. But nothing could have prepared him for the demonic turns taken in the sequel.

We read A Gronking to Remember 2: Chad Goes Deep in the Neutral Zone so you don’t have to.

If you haven’t read the first novel, the second starts off on the premise that our narrator, Leigh, is finishing a book tour for her memoir about her Gronk-related sexual escapades, which is also titled A Gronking to Remember. Your lit professor would call this “metafiction.” It’s a very smart narrative device.

Leigh finishes the book tour in New York, where NPR host Terry Gross asks her to spike a football into her backside.

“I think I’d be remiss in my journalistic duties if I didn’t ask you if you’d spike a football in my booty,” Terry said to me, then looked out to the audience and said, “Wouldn’t that be so cool if we could witness it live?”

The narrative then devolves into a kidnapping fantasy when Leigh’s husband’s friend, Chad, absconds with Leigh to his Patriots-themed man cave. This is where the story starts diverging into Fifty Shades of Grey territory.

Chad decides to punish Leigh by refusing to have sex with her and forcing her to masturbate to game tape of Gronk’s greatest moments on the field. Together, they watch the footage until they both reach orgasm, but Chad encounters some minor stumbling blocks along the way:

“Ahhh,” he moaned. Then: “Aiayeeeee…” A screeching weasel of agony. His wails filled the man cave.

He looked down at his groin and then up at the TV, then down at his groin again. He seemed frustrated at something.

You see, Leigh is only turned on by one thing: Gronk’s touchdowns. She is, as Chad puts it, a “Touchdown Queen.” So Chad has to reprogram her to be turned on by the footage of team play instead of Gronk’s touchdowns. This “reprogramming” gives Leigh something akin to Stockholm Syndrome.

As Chad broke down the game tape, my personality was being broken down as well. The jumble of colors of bodies sank deep into the mud of my person, like a dinosaur falling into a tar pit. I began to understand the power of teamwork. Or rather, the understanding was being drummed into me by a vile temper.
Teamwork: imagination, finger, clit. A writhing, three person team.

The sex rose up in me, hot and nasty. I needed a nasty fucking. It did not matter from who. Danimal, Chadimal, Gronkimal, Leighimal.

Noonan gets pretty creative with her description of Leigh’s sexual reeducation.

I tickled my clit, pinched lightly up and down my lovely lady folds like I was making a pizza crust (Papa Gino’s, not Papa John’s).

My pussy throbbed with the fury of ten thousand goats.
And it demanded herding.

The whole thing takes a turn when Chad reveals that he needs Leigh to help him solve a riddle, which requires “one more ejaculation for completion.” While watching game tape, Leigh deduces that Gronk goes deep into the neutral zone on a play, breaking his arm because there’s no “I” in “team.” And there’s no “I” in “team” because “there needs to be ‘MEAT’ in team!”

This revelation as a non sequitur magically unlocks Chad and Leigh’s orgasms.

White hot soldiers of the apocalypse thunder across my body, swinging battleaxes, firing muskets, lighting off fireworks, tipping magnanimously—my body shakes, quakes and breaks. I jiggle so very jiggly.

I see Chad mid-air. He has a plastic or maybe glass football in his hands. Where did it come from? I see it is open on the top. His massive cock and gigantic testicles, themselves as big as footballs, unleash a torrent of cum as torrential as I have ever seen. Gallons of white cum fill up the see-through football as Chad’s body Hail Marys across Chadmiral’s Quarter…

The duo then ends up in an outdoor football field, populated by players made of semen. Chad reveals he has been building a tribute to the Jan. 19, 2002, AFC Divisional “Tuck Rule” game.

“I’ve built this underground lair to survive a thousand years of climate destruction. It will survive the next Ice Age. What you masturbate to comes out in the genetic wash, so to speak. And so my seed will populate the next human wave.”

Leigh then spikes the semen football onto Chad’s penis before she manages to escape. This moment is inexplicably interrupted by a brief interlude about Franklin stoves.

(The book contains a whole chapter about Franklin stoves, which I have mercifully excised from this synopsis. You’re welcome.)

14922441608_597e1480b2_zA Franklin stove. Jeanne Grunert/Flickr (CC BY 2.0)

Leigh returns home to find her husband Dan having a Jets-themed affair with the aforementioned NPR host Terry Gross. A shoot-out, arson, attempted framing for murder, and then actual attempted murder occur before the true hero of our story, Gronk, finally appears.

First, he tells us that the reason why he’s taken so long to show up is because he’s been working for some sort of secret organization.

“Wait. You’re a policeman too? In addition to being a devastating receiver and a brutal blocker, the complete Tight End package?” I ask, wiping tears from my eyes.

“Ha! No, not really. It’s just a costume. But we’ve been keeping an eye on you ever since The Gronking to Remember.”

“Who? The Pats?”

“No, no, more powerful than the Patriots.”

“Impossible!” I say.

The end of the book raises more questions than answers, a perfect setup for yet another Gronk sequel. Gronk help us all.

 

A version of this story was originally published by the Daily Dot on Feb. 11, 2015.

H/T BroBible | Illustration by Max Fleishman