Date: Sun, 09 Oct 2005 01:25:36 -0400
From: Duke Student <dukeblue001@hotmail.com>
Subject: hot day for college jocks - part 2

Part II - Lacrosse

I tried to make this one a little longer and more detailed. Background:
Princeton Tigers, Hopkins Blue Jays, two of the best college lacrosse teams.
Feedback is always welcome at dukeblue001@hotmail.com

The same day, the Princeton lacrosse team was in Baltimore to face Johns
Hopkins, a showdown of two of the premier lacrosse teams in the country.
About 5,000 fans had shown up for the game, and the Princeton and Hopkins
students among them were, true to the sport, some of the preppiest guys at
either school.

The game was hard-fought from the beginning. Hopkins scored early, posting a
6-2 lead at halftime, but Princeton battled back in the third quarter till
they tied it at 7. The guys were leaving everything on the field, fighting
and clawing for the win with a rare intensity. Just about everybody, from
the starters to the reserves yelling from the sidelines to the fans cheering
in the stands, was totally consumed by the game.

So they were all watching closely when the strangeness that had affected the
baseball game in Florida hit this lacrosse match as well. Near the end of
the third quarter, after Princeton's goal to tie the game, the two teams set
up for the crucial next face-off, their two face-off specialists poised
carefully at the center of the field, waiting for the ref to blow the
whistle. Princeton's man was a lithe sophomore from Maine, not stacked but
strong enough to hold his own in the face-off. His chest heaved into the
the blue jersey under the padding as he prepped himself. He stared hard at
his opponent, a thicker, bulkier junior who'd come to Hopkins from
Philadelphia. The Jays' player was also tense, knowing gaining possession
was critical at this point, and his muscular biceps bulged and flexed into
his white uniform in nervous tension.

Despite the two players' intense focus on the game and the face-off, they
also started to become intensely focused on each other, both trying to
attune themselves to the other guy's every move. But it wasn't just
that...as the Tiger sophomore examined his rival, he couldn't help noticing
how full and strong those arms looked as the sleeves of the jersey rode up
over his tanned biceps, and how unexpectedly good-looking he was finding the
other guy's face to be as he stared through his helmet. The Hopkins player
had chiseled cheeks, a cut jaw, and handsome brown eyes, all covered with
sweat after a long, tough game. To his astonishment, the kid from Princeton
felt his cock spring to life as he realized the stud Blue Jay was looking at
him too.

It was just as surprising for the junior from Hopkins, who felt his own
sizable dick swell suddenly as he glanced over his face-off partner's
growing bulge under the orange mesh shorts. What the hell's happening to me?
he wondered in a panic as his mind wandered uncontrollably to wonder what
the sophomore's tight ass looked like, pressed against the shorts as he bent
over for the face-off. Bet it looks fuckin' amazing, he let himself think.
But he couldn't think long because a moment later the whistle blew and both
guys' instincts locked in, their entire bodies now in a struggle for control
of the ball.

The Hopkins stud got his stick on it first, trying to scoop it up as the
Tigers' man pushed hard at his shoulder to try to knock him loose.
Eventually he succeeded, the Jays player inching to the side and allowing
his opponent to dislodge the ball from his stick. Now the Princeton face-off
man was in position, and just inches from grabbing the ball. But the kid
from Philly wouldn't give up so easily, coming around behind him and shoving
his stick into the mix, trying to knock the Princeton player aside. But the
Tiger held fast, and pretty soon, as could often happen, the face-off had
turned into a veritable wrestling match.

This was not to be any ordinary face-off, though. As the two lacrosse jocks
kept fighting for the ball, the Princeton stud, bent over the ball, began to
feel the Hopkins junior's hard cock press against his ass, its thick mass
and raw power palpable even through the mesh of both guys' shorts. He gasped
at the feeling of its size as it ran up and down his muscular ass cheeks and
finally along the tight crevice at the center. His big Princeton cock
inflated immediately, tenting his dark orange shorts noticeably, and he
actually began pushing his ass back against the Hopkins kid's throbbing
boner, letting out short grunts of pleasure.

The junior from Philly was also responding to the contact, feeling his
rock-hard 8-incher begin leaking as he rubbed its broad head insistently
against his partner's tight ass. His attention was constantly being drawn
further from the ball and closer to the hung stud so conveniently bent over
in front of him. Finally the Princeton sophomore dropped his stick on the
ground and stopped pursuing the ball completely, just groaning in pleasure
at the feeling of the powerful cock at the entrance to his virgin ass.
Normally, this would have meant victory for the other guy in the face-off,
but instead of grabbing the ball, the built Hopkins player dropped his stick
too, put his strong hands to the Tiger stud's back, and eased the orange
mesh shorts quickly down, followed by his lycra protector. In just seconds,
the junior's gorgeous, hard, and leaking 8-inch prick was exposed too as he
pulled off his own shorts.

The spontaneous couple didn't waste a second, the hot Hopkins junior pushing
his dick deep into the sophomore from Maine's ass. The Princeton hunk's
cries of pain and pleasure turned into moans of ecstasy as he felt not only
the other hung lacrosse jock's massive tool in his hole but also the Philly
kid's powerful hand reaching around to start jacking his own 7-inch Ivy
League meat. A load boiled in his big nuts that the Blue Jay stud's long
strokes into his ass and quick tugs on his cock would soon release. The
junior pulled off his own helmet, revealing the handsome face the Princeton
kid had been admiring, his well-defined features twisted in sexual effort as
he searched for deeper and deeper parts of the tight jock asshole he was
pounding. His short brown hair was sweaty and wet and only becoming more so.

His partner was not in a position to take off his own helmet, so his new
buddy did it for him, allowing his own attractive and nicely-defined
features to show. The look on his face was changing rapidly from intense
pain to intense pleasure as he felt the thick Hopkins cock stretch him out,
rubbing hard against the prostate deep inside him. He'd never thought about
letting another guy do this to him, much less a guy on another team in the
middle of a game, but right now a hot fuckpole up his untouched ass seemed
totally natural. His shaggy blond hair, also drenched in sweat, waved sexily
over his clenched eyes as he groaned softly.

Needless to say, the whole display was a little surprising for the other
players and the spectators. By the Princeton goal, the Hopkins attackmen and
Princeton defenders stared in astonishment at the wild lacrosse jocks sex
that had suddenly broken out at midfield. They pulled off their helmets to
get a better view, still not quite believing what they saw.

"Dude..." said one of the Jays' forwards, a built but quick freshman from
Long Island whose mop of brown hair hung loose over his ears and forehead.
"Is Dave plugging that guy?"

"Fuck..." whispered the other Hopkins attacker in response. The sophomore's
solid features were fixed in an expression of deep confusion, his right hand
palming one of his pecs under the padding and his left absently fingering
the blue and white stripes on the side of his shorts.

"Yeah, he is," said one fo the Tiger defenders, leaning on his long pole as
he stared in stunned disbelief at the scene before them. The Princeton
sophomore on bottom had blown his load all over the field and was now
working his ass muscles hard around his buddy's tool like an experienced
pro. "Thing is, that guy's got a girlfriend he fucks every night.
Straightest guy in the world."

"Looks like he's enjoying the cock right now," replied another Tiger
defenseman, a stacked senior from Boston. His face was etched with disgust
as he watched, though from some reason he was licking his lips.

"I don't blame him," came a soft voice from behind them. They all turned to
see the Princeton goalie, a 6'1" junior with stark blue eyes and short blond
hair, had shed not only his helmet, pads, and chest protector, but his
jersey and undershirt too, leaving his tanned and very well put-together
torso completely bare. The goalie's pecs and six-pack were admired by girls
all over campus, and quite a few of them had gripped those hot muscular
shoulders, those quarter-sized nipples perched on his chest, or those
deliciously tight obliques as he fucked them silly. Right now, though, the
goalie's attention was focused on the couple in the field, who had by now
switched positions so that the Hopkins player was sucking furiously but
lovingly on the large 7-inch shaft sported by his opponent at the face-off.
And as he watched, the goalie's hand softly fondled his own dick, whose
quite impressive 8-inch mass was now clearly at full mast and bulging hard
into his navy blue sweats.

Without a word, the sophomore Jays attackman turned and knelt in front of
the Princeton goalie, pulling down the sweatpants and the underarmor and
staring at the thick, veiny cock that leaked precum all over the broad head.
He looked up to see the Nordic junior goalie staring down at him, lust and
urgency on his face. The Hopkins sophomore put his palms to the goalie's
pecs, caressing them and then easing down over his abs and tight waist,
before finally circling the base of the erect dick and pushing it into his
mouth.

"Holy fuck..." whispered the freshman from L.I. as his teammate went down on
the built goalie, his hands clenching the Tiger goalkeeper's muscle ass he
massaged all 8 inches of thick Princeton cock with his throat and tongue.
The freshman turned away: "You guys see--"

But he cut himself off as he saw that the two Princeton defenders had
dropped their sticks and were locked in a passionate kiss, the two Ivy
League jocks suddenly engrossed in each other's cut, muscular bodies. The
Boston senior had a couple inches in height on his teammate, a beautifully
tanned junior Adonis from the Jersey suburbs of New York, his Italian
background showing in his dark hair and olive eyes, born hairy but his
gorgeous chest, stomach and back since shaved smooth, as the kid from Boston
discovered when he ripped off the blue jersey and worshipped his torso with
his fingers and palms.

And although the senior was a couple inches taller and had 10 more pounds of
muscle on his cut torso, the hot junior from Jersey had a good two-inch
advantage where it counted. That much became clear as the two stud jocks
couldn't keep their hands off each other's hard pricks, each of them
stroking the other guy's cock hard through the orange mesh shorts as they
continued to kiss. The junior was more than satisfied with his teammate's
6.5-inch boner, running his hand from its base to its thick mushroom head.
But as the senior from Boston felt the Italian stud's fuckmuscle, his eyes
widened, realizing that the thick shaft his buddy sported under his
Princeton Lax shorts pushed 9 inches. He pulled away suddenly, grinning as
he stared into the junior's dark, handsome eyes. "Now that's what I call a
long pole."

The junior just smiled as the other defenseman leaned in to his ear. "Give
me that fat jock dick, dude," he whispered insistently. The Jersey hunk
didn't need to be told twice, shoving the stacked 22-year-old brown-haired
senior to the ground, then kneeling over him, pulling down his friend's
shorts. He tongued the Boston hottie's aching tool for a few seconds for
good measure, then shoved down his own shorts and sat on the senior's pecs
and slowly fed him his 8.5-inch monster, the two Princeton studs moaning and
grunting as they felt each other's hard and strong bodies for the first
time.

By this time, the freshman from Hopkins was starting to feel a little left
out, especially after looking over to see what was going on on the other
side of the field. His own goalie, a nicely built 5'11" stud senior from
Baltimore, had taken off his helmet and was bent over by the goal, his
sweats down at his knees, his face straining with ecstasy as one of his
defenders drove the base of his lacrosse stick into the goalie's ass. The
metal shaft was clearly hitting him in the right place as he moaned audibly,
the guy doing the prodding also caressing the goalie's chest and stomach, as
his hard dick pushed against the senior's tight obliques.

Below that, another Hopkins defender, a freshman, tanned and stacked with
toned muscle, was helpfully sucking the goalie's 8-inch meat. Before that
day, he'd been a straight-as-an-arrow jock--he loved pussy and if frats had
been big at Hopkins he would have been in one. But today this 19-year-old
hunk just 8 months out of high school had discovered a new love for his
hard-bodied, thick-dicked jock teammates, and all he wanted right now was to
keep feeling the goalie's fat prick down his throat and to suck all the
juice out of the senior's big low-hanging balls.

The Princeton attackers were no less engaged with each other, and were
currently stripped to their mesh shorts and cleats, exploring every inch of
each other's bodies as they quietly made love just behind the crease. Even
as the Hopkins attacker watched from the other side of the field, the
Princeton studs finished their foreplay, pulled down each other's orange
mesh barriers and started 69ing, their newfound obsession with lacrosse jock
dick obvious as they slowly milked each other with their powerful throat
muscles and tongues.

The freshman looked down in confusion and alarm to see his own cock fully
hard and pushing insistently into his white mesh shorts. Why the fuck was he
getting turned on by this? He'd never had a gay urge in his life. And yet
the hot lacrosse stud sex going on all around him was only one step up from
the homoerotic behavior their team took part in every day--slapping each
other's asses, slamming chests after a goal, going out for beers and getting
a little too friendly after 9 or 10 in a row. Okay, now I'm totally boned,
he thought, feeling his cock actually start leaking precum into his shorts.

"This is fucked up," he thought out loud. "I'm straight, damn it!"

"So are we, dude," came the unsolicited response from the dark-haired
Princeton defenseman, though the thick Tiger cock up his ass seemed to
contradict him. He grunted as the Boston hunk massaged his pecs and stroked
his 8.5-inch dick while fucking him hard. "Just cause
we're--unnnhh--straight doesn't mean we can't dig the cock every once in
a--fuck! Yeah, dude, right there, fuck me hard right there, stud!" The hot
junior's voice, normally deep and composed, had changed to a hoarse, husky
whisper as he felt his teammate's prick bottom out in his untouched hole. A
few seconds later his own gorgeous cock exploded and cum poured all over his
abs, pecs and legs.

That was the last straw for the handsome freshman from Long Island--he
couldn't deny what he was feeling anymore. Shucking his padding and jersey
quickly, he bent over the stud Jersey kid and without hesitation slipped his
mouth over his unusually large and thick tool, and lapped the warm cum up
off the head.

"Ha, that's right, fucker, knew you liked it," said the Princeton junior as
he felt the freshman clean him off.

"Hey, Hopkins fag, I fucked that out of him," broke in the senior defender.
"Gotta share that Italian juice, man." The freshman was happy to oblige,
turning and kissing the demanding Tiger softly, letting him taste his
teammate's batter once again. But the hunky Bostonian was already starting
to turn his attention to the new meat, running his hand through the
freshman's shaggy brown hair as they kissed. It wasn't long before his hands
had fallen over the Blue Jay forward's pecs and six-pack to dive under his
white shorts and find his aching prick. The senior's eyes widened, and he
pulled back.

"You're fuckin' hung, stud!" he exclaimed, pulling down the white mesh that
blocked his access. Sure enough, a thick, cut 9-inch cock leaked freely onto
the grass, its size nearly unmatched for a kid of just 18. Without even
asking, the senior from Princeton inhaled the beautiful Hopkins jock meat,
massaging every inch as it eased slowly down his throat.

The junior, feeling ignored, saw that the freshman's muscle ass still bulged
tightly out against his white shorts and decided to take advantage. He slid
them down, prying apart the tight ass cheeks and eating his hole
relentlessly. For the super-straight freshman who'd never touched or been
touched by another guy, the sensation of two cut Princeton Tiger lacrosse
jocks' mouths all over his cock and up his tight ass was just too much. He
came right then, spilling young Hopkins seed all over the senior's tongue
and lips and squeezing his ass around the tanned junior's face as he had the
most intense orgasm of his life. He collapsed on the ground, breathing hard,
as the two Princeton defenders stared at his handsome body.

If they thought he was spent, though, they were wrong. As he stared up at
the N.J. junior, eyeing his rigid 8.5-incher that pushed into the orange
shorts he'd pulled back on, the freshman got a look of lust in his eye like
they'd never seen. "I want that cock in me," he whispered. And turning to
the cut senior: "And whatever hole he's plugging, I want you in the other
one." Looking down at the muscular, tightly defined body on the Blue Jay
freshman, the two Princeton studs knew not to hesitate, and quickly moved
in.

Over the field, the jock fuckfest was only getting more intense and more
widespread. The midfielders had lost all their gear except the white or
orange mesh shorts pulled to their knees to allow access to their virgin
jock holes to the thick, hard cocks of their teammates. The reserves, after
holding back for a few minutes, had all given in, and the sidelines were a
whirlwind of pads and sticks, thick pecs and muscular thighs, hard dicks and
waiting mouths.

Even in the stands, the hard-muscled preps who came to watch their team play
and hang out with their friends were now watching their teams hook up and
fucking their friends. Some of the Hopkins bench players stopped screwing
around long enough to see a threesome of particularly well-endowed Princeton
fans on the first row of bleachers, a built and tan 20-year-old junior stud
with loose blond hair sucking hard on his 19-year-old sophomore buddy's
7-inch meat, while another stacked senior had torn off his tight t-shirt and
slipped off his sagged jeans to slide up against the sophomore's hard back
and run his own 9-incher along his asshole, his abs and pecs pushing against
his friend's muscular back.

As the hot brown-haired sophomore continued fucking his friend's face,
lacing his fingers into the long blond locks to get a better grip, he felt
the hunk senior behind him break through his assring with his thick monster,
reaching around to caress his buddy's pecs and six-pack as he kissed his
neck. Within two minutes the sophomore, whose hard dick and tight ass were
the meat of a very nice prep stud sandwich, was coming down his junior
friend's throat, which set off the stacked senior behind him. After they
came they turned their attention to the blond junior's precum-leaking
8-incher and sucked him off till he was shooting a huge load of stud
Princeton juice all over his buddies. Finally the three hunks, who a few
minutes before had been discussing which girls they wanted to fuck, lay
exhausted in the bleachers, absently kissing and caressing each other's
naked, hard and muscular bodies, watching the players and spectators
continue their massive orgy.

"Dude...I love these lacrosse games," said the cut senior, closing his eyes
as one of the Hopkins forwards who'd wandered into the stands saw his 9-inch
meat and knelt instantly, swallowing it whole.

"Amen, bro," responded the junior, feeling the sophomore stud's cock teasing
his ass. He grinned as it eased into his previously virgin hole. "Amen."