Date: Thu, 21 Jan 1999 00:14:43 -0500
From: JamesTBell@compuserve.com
Subject: Two Fullbacks-College days

The Two Fullbacks Continued                     by JimboTx

        You may have already read of earlier escapades of Tommy's and mine.
We were all American High School jocks.  We played football and baseball. 
We had grown up together and had been lifelong buddies.  Tommy and I were
both fullbacks on our high school football team.  We were starting players
and were hotly recruited by colleges.  Texas A&M, University of Texas,
Texas Tech, Louisiana State University, UCLA, and Mississippi State
University were the schools that we were hotly recruited by.  One of those
colleges had a head coach who played football with my dad in college.  Dad
impressed upon him to give both Tommy and me scholarships.  We wanted to go
to the same college and play ball together as we always had.

        We reported to campus in early August of our freshman year.  Tommy
and I had both grown during our senior year in high school, we were both
now 6'2" tall and each weighed 235 lbs.  We were put together in the same
room in the football dorm.  On Monday morning of our first week at college,
we reported along with all the other freshmen players, to the field house
for our physicals.  Tommy and I had both played in a 5A High School, so we
were used to being around a lot of naked athletes.  But in high school
there are lots of younger players, who aren't necessarily committed to
physical development as are the better players. 

        We entered the field house and was met by the freshman coach.  He
went over some information with us and gave us our practice schedule for
the week.  He had each of us give our names and tell where we had played
high school ball.  There were several players there that had been on rival
teams of Tommy's and mine, whom we casually knew.  After the intros, the
coaches took us to the lockerroom and assigned us our lockers.  Then we
were told to strip and to line up to go into the trainers area for our
physicals.  Man, I couldn't believe all the hot male beef.  The 18 and 19
year old studs in that line almost made me pop a boner.  After playing
football and baseball as a closeted gay for all my life I had learned to
control myself pretty well but the sights before me taxed my ability to the
max.  I had a cock full of blood but not quite to the rising point.

        I was standing behind one of the quarterbacks.  His name was Shawn,
and he had played for one of our rival high schools.  He was very good
looking, about 6'3", weighing about 210 lbs, brown hair, blue eyes, a
gorgeous smile, with an angular face.  He had a moderate amount of hair on
his body, hairy arm pits, hair between his pecs, a treasure trail, a real
bushy crotch and a hairy ass.  I was in line behind the tight hairy ass
trying not to stab him in the ass with a hard cock.  Tommy and I had gotten
separated and he was about 3 guys behind me in line.  I noticed that he was
talking to one of the middle linebackers that we had played ball against. 
He was the one that would grab us in the balls whenever he tackled us in a
game.  Tommy and I both had related to one another how he had done this and
wondered if he was gay or was just trying to intimidate us.  He didn't know
how much we enjoyed his groping.  I noticed that Alan, the middle
linebacker, kept sneaking a peek at Tommy body and especially his cock.


        The line moved along into the trainers area, and we were weighed
and measured for height first.  Then we went on in to run in place to have
our pulse and blood pressure checked.  The running in place seemed to help
me get my mind off Shawn's tight ass until I looked next to me and saw him
running in place with his cock flying up and down wildly.  It was
determination time again, having to control the log between my legs.  After
the blood pressure was checked, we were checked for hernias with the doc
fingering our nut sacks while we turned our heads to cough.  Then we had to
bend over for an anus check.  That doc had a long gloved finger and he also
checked our prostate glands.  Shawn was in line ahead of me for the
prostate exam and he shot a big load of cum when the doc hit his prostate. 
He immediately went red in the face and began to apologize for the boner
and the ejaculation.  The doc told him not to worry about it, said that was
a normal reaction for a lot of guys who had their prostates massaged.  I
was glad to hear that cause I had already gone totally hard watching Shawn
get hard and spew his load.  Then my turn came and I did the same thing. 
The doc acted as though nothing had happened.

        We moved on into the equipment managers area to be measured and
fitted for our gear.  The first assistant in line handed us a good old BIKE
jock strap and a pair of socks.  We were told to put on our jocks and socks
right then.  It was hard again to keep down a boner looking at Shawn's
tight bubble ass framed in his jock strap, with the brown hairs lacing his
crack.  I was thankful for the jock, I could at least put my cock under the
waist band if I got fully hard again.  We moved on to have our chests
measured.  Shawn's chest size was called out, 46 inches, need a
quarterbacks shoulder pads for this one was called out.  Shawn had a chest
that looked like Marky Mark's not super developed but very well defined. 
The shoulder pads were draped over his shoulders.  There he stood in his
jock, his socks, and his new shoulder pads.  My chest was 48" and I was
given running back pads.   We moved on to be measured in the waist, Shawn
was 34" in the waist, I was 36".  Then our pants, hip pads, thigh pads,
shoes, etc. were issued to us.  Shawn and I had talked about past high
school games while in line and were becoming fast friends.  He well
remembered both Tommy and me when we played against his High School.  We
were both standing there with all our gear in our hands, our jocks covering
our cocks and balls, our shoulder pads on, and our shoes on our feet.  We
were some hot looking studs. 

        Tommy came on out with his equipment as Shawn and I walked back to
our lockers.  It turned out that Shawn's locker was to the right of mine
and Tommy's was directly across from mine.  After we put our gear in the
locker and were still standing in our jocks, I asked Tommy if he
remembered Shawn, the quarterback from MidPlains High.  He did and shook
hand with Shawn.  Shawn related to us how he had wished we played on his
team in high school since we were such excellent players.  We thanked him
and asked him to drop by our room later that day.

        We were each handed practice shorts and told to report to the
field.  There we had to begin running wind sprints as part of our training.
 Also we were checked for speed.  After about an hour at the track running
and cooling down, we were told to go shower and report back at 4 o'clock
that afternoon.  We went to the locker room and removed our sweaty jocks
and hit the showers.  Alan, the middle linebacker came in the showers while
Tommy, Shawn, and I were showering.  Tommy introduced him to me and Shawn. 
Shawn and I both knew him from playing football for Lee High School.  He
shook our hands and walked under one of the shower heads.  He was about
6'2" and weighed about 225lbs.  His pecs were well defined and he had a
smooth upper body, but a thick patch of pubic hair and real hairy legs.  A
nice sized cock was resting atop his balls as he began to soap up.  I
noticed that he kept stealing glances at Tommy and me and was beginning to
grow hard.  

        Shawn finished showering and headed on back to the locker followed
by Tommy and me.  We all three put on our clothes and headed back to the
dorm.  Shawn told us that he would see us later and Tommy and I headed to
our room.  Once in the room I asked Tommy if he noticed Alan cruising us in
the shower.  He said he had and he also noticed that Alan was growing hard.
 Tommy and I concluded that Alan had so often groped our packages in
ballgames because he was gay and wanted to snatch a feel.

        Tommy lay across his bed with just his briefs on and I also lay
across mine in the same manner.  Tommy's bed was directly in front of the
door, so anyone passing by in the hall could see him if the door was open.
We left the door open and fell asleep, tired from our morning workout.  We
had been deep in sleep for maybe about and hour when something caused me to
awaken.  I didn't move but eased my eyes open and realized that someone was
standing over Tommy.  He looked back at me and I quickly closed my eyes. 
It was Alan.  He was standing over Tommy smelling his crotch.  He sniffed
at Tommy's crotch and then went to his arm pits and smelled them.  I
continued to feign sleep each time he checked to see if I was awake.  Next
he took one of Tommy's jocks from the towel rack where it hung drying from
his sweat the day before and rubbed it all in his face.  He also chewed on
it a bit and then placed it back on the rack.  I again closed my eyes and
then he came over to me.  I could feel his hot breath on my crotch as he
breathed in my man scent.  Next I could feel the hairs move in my arm pits
as he sniffed at them.  When he leaned over me to smell my left pit, I
reached up and grabbed him in a bear hug and shouted for Tommy to wake up. 
Tommy was up in a flash and saw Alan laying across my chest.

        Tommy said, "what the fuck is going on?"

        "We got us a real live queer here Tommy, my boy, that is what is
going on," I replied.  "Shut the door and lock it Tommy," I ordered.  

        Tommy had a great big grin on his face and said, "you got it
roomie."

        Tommy closed the door and came back to the bed where I still had
hold of Alan.  Alan was pulling and tugging and asking to be let go.  Tommy
grabbed him from behind and held him in an arm lock.  

        I told Tommy what I had caught Mr. Linebacker doing.  Tommy thought
we needed to teach Alan a lesson.  Alan was pleading with us telling us he
really wasn't a fag and that I had misunderstood what he was doing.  He
said he noticed that we had nice smelling deodorant and was trying to
decide what kind we wore.  We told him that we didn't buy it and that we
had suspected him of being queer because he had groped us so often in the
football games.  He denied ever having done that.

        Tommy and I both tired of his lying and tied him across my bed in a
spread eagle position face up.  We took Tommy's jock that Alan had chewed
on and gagged him with it.  He had on an old pair of football cutoffs and
we took a pair of scissors and cut them off him.  His tee shirt was ripped
open down the front.  There he lay, in his jock and his tee shirt that was
ripped open exposing his chest and belly.  He began to grow hard before our
eyes.  

        I said, "Alan, we are going to keep you here like this until you
tell us the truth.  You are to answer by shaking your head in an
affirmative or a negative.  Now, you are a queer aren't you?."

        He shook his head no.

        I grabbed a hand full of his big balls and began to squeeze, "What
did you say?"  Again a no.

        Tommy began to pinch both his nipples and I squeezed his balls
harder.  "Now, the question again, you are a queer aren't you Alan?" Again
no.

        By now his cock had poked its head out above the waist band of his
jock he was so hard.  I took an alligator clip off my stereo system and
fastened it into his piss slit.  Again I squeezed his balls and Tommy
pinched his tits even harder.  I saw tears welling up in Alan's eyes.  

        "Ok, Alan, what's the answer going to be, you know the question,"
Tommy said.  

        Again, he shook his head no.  I took another alligator clip and
fastened it to the underside of his cock as Alan moaned in pain again.

        We squeezed balls and tits again, watching him writhe in pain and
watching tears pour down his cheeks.  "What's the answer Alan," I asked? 
He shuddered and let out a big moan and resignedly shook his head in the
affirmative.

        With that Tommy let go of his tits and I released his balls.  Tommy
and I both had raging hard ons by now.  We pulled the jock gag down under
his chin and watched the big middle linebacker lay there and cry.  

        "Why are you crying?", I asked.  

        "Because you caught me red handed and have made me admit my sexual
preference.  Now you two will tell the whole team and I will be ruined,"
Alan answered.

        "Why did you pick us out to grope in games and now to sneak in our
rooms and do the things you did?" Tommy asked.

        "Well, you are two of the sexiest and hottest studs I have ever
seen, and please don't take me wrong with that, I think anyone would admit
that," said Alan.

        "Who else knows you are gay?" I asked.

        "No one," replied Alan, "no one else in the whole world.  Please
guys, don't tell anyone, I will do anything if you won't."

        "Anything," I asked.

        "Yes, anything,"Alan replied.

        "What do you think roomie?", I asked Tommy.

        Tommy replied, "lets see how truthful he is."

        With that Tommy pulled off his briefs and climbed over Alan in the
bed.  He squtted just above Alan's face and ordered Alan to lick his nuts. 
Alan immediately began to lick Tommy's balls.  This made me even harder. 
After a few minutes of that Tommy told me it was my turn.  I squatted over
Alan's face and told him I wanted my hairy ass crack licked clean.  He
eagerly did so.  Tommy and I both looked at poor Alan's cock, it was hard
and leaking pre cum like crazy.  We turned Alan over and Tommy climbed on
him in the bed and began to fuck his ass as I fucked his mouth.  We both
came simultaneously, Tommy in his ass and me in his mouth.  With cum
flooding his mouth and ass, Alan came on my bed beneath him.  Tommy pulled
out and I did too.  

        Alan rolled over and said, "Guys, that was a dream come true for
me, here I lie with cum leaking out my ass, my mouth and my cock.  Please
don't ever tell anyone that I'm gay and I will gladly service you guys in
any kind of way."

        Tommy and I both laughed and told him that we were gay also and had
been fuck buddies for years.  He couldn't believe his good luck.  He said,
"You mean you guys get off on we just did?"

        We laughed and said, "sure what do you think that was that shot in
your ass and mouth, dude?"

        He said, "I have one request, before I leave the room, please let
me lick all four of your sweaty, hairy arm pits."  

        We both raised our arms and said have at it dude.  Alan became one
of mine and Tommy's best buds during our college playing days.  He was an
excellent player himself, as well as an excellent fuck buddy.


        I have more tales to relate of our college experiences.  The next
story will involve more of Shawn, the dream boat quarterback.  Please watch
for that one later.  JimboTx