Date: Sun, 29 Nov 2015 09:17:10 +0000 (UTC)
From: jS jS <jbs38@yahoo.com>
Subject: Young Ballers Ch 1

The following story is purely fantasy and does not represent anyone
real. Read and stroke-don't try to recreate. Feel free to email with
comments.

Steam filled the shower as he lowered his head into the multiple
streams. He showered after the game but the steam and hot water that
covered his body helped relieve the intense aches that ravaged his
muscles. He loved playing, he loved winning, but the 24-48 hours after a
game were excruciating—every muscle and joint aching and almost no
energy left—the plight of a professional wide receiver.

At 6'3 223 with a 4.4 second 40 yard dash, he had been one of the top draft
picks a few years earlier. His dark black body rippled with muscles covered
in tattoos. He was almost perfectly smooth, something the photographers
loved when doing shirtless spreads for sports magazines. More than one
magazine featured his oil slicked v-shaped torso, shiny pecs, and broad
smile. His agent had him take some mirror shots in his Underarmour
boxerbriefs that very clearly showed 6 inches of semi-hard cock—on its
way to the full 9. The pics magically leaked from a "hacker" and offers for
magazines came flowing in. His agent was good.

All that was miles away though as he lost himself in the hot spray of the
shower. His recovery was taking longer each game, and after 3 years he
understood why few professional football players made it past four or five
years. The team doctor had tried traditional methods and even some not so
traditional and borderline legal ones, but nothing really worked. He played
his heart out, was more physical than most players, and it was taking its
toll. After the game today, the doc gave him a card, said to call, and do
what wasinstructed. The doctor was dead serious when making sure that
Deondre was absolutely certain he wanted to be better and would do whatever
it took. It was a guranteed fix, really illegal, and if he tried to back
out he'd be ruined. Deondre drove home internally conflicted, not wanting
to cross a line, but desperately wanting to keep his career for years to
come. He made the call as he pulled into his gated community.

He found his way out of the shower, and slowly dried his throbbing body.
He had about 10 minutes before the appointed 9pm meet time. He left the
front door unlocked as instructed and laid face-down on the bed. The man on
the other side of the phone had been very clear, especially that if Deondre
tried to back out he'd be ruined forever-again the warning so it must be
bad. He assumed some "doctor" was gonna give him some highly illegaland
hopefully undetectable injections, he'd never see the guys face and the
team would take care of any financial compensation. They wanted Deondre to
play as much as he did, with 5 years and tens of millions of dollars still
guaranteed in his contract.

Deondre started to doze off, vaguely remembering hearing a sound from the
living room. He suddenly felt hands all over him, 2 sets? No three sets?
They were small and soft. Deondre was surprised, He guessed the team doc
felt like he just needed an escort- though he failed to see how a massage
from a glorified hooker and getting off would solve his problem. He relaxed
and decided to enjoy it for was—a free fuck courtesy of his team owner.

Their hands seemed so delicate to Deondre, yet they were working his
muscles over like never before—it almost felt like they were reaching
inside him and undoing the tension. His feet were normally on fire after a
game, but in the soft hands of one of his visitors they soothed and
relaxed. The spots all three were hitting made him relax even more each
time, and were causing his cock to harden between his abs and his bed.

The escorts worked his arms, back, legs, and feet- and managed to make him
feel almost completely refreshed, and then the licking started. He felt
their tongues licking his black body, sucking his toes, his fingers, and
even his arm pit. Soon he was covered in spit, the coolness of the air and
his wet skin causing him to shiver. Then one of the three sat on his back,
very light, must be some tiny Asian chicks he thought, she massaged his
neck, targeting muscles and nerves that caused Deondre to moan aloud. His
moans grew in intensity when he felt his legs being nudged apart and one of
the escorts start licking his muscular wide-receiver ass. Deondre had a
freaky football groupie in college do this for him after a game; however,
this chick beat her by miles.

Whoever was tonguing Deondre's ass reached under and manipulated his
cock. The small, soft, cool hand relaxing Deondre even more and causing a
sizeable precum stain on his sheets. Deondre couldn't remember being as
relaxed and content as he was at this moment. It was like he had no care
inthe world and his body felt like he was 18 again-without any tightness or
soreness from years of football abuse. These escorts were exactly what the
doctor had promised and he hadn't even fucked them yet.

The one masseur dismounted and he felt hands try to turn him over. He
smiled as he assumed the fucking was about to begin and he hoped their
hotness matched their skills at massage. Turning over and opening his eyes,
his three Asian escorts turned out to be three young boys, very young boys.
Deondre freaked out, saw his career crumbling before his eyes when the news
media would inevitably find out, and his pitiful future sharing a cell with
Aaron Hernandez.

The boys smiled and reached for Deondre's cock. "Remember," they said, "you
try to back out now and they'll ruin you. you know its helped, we felt you
relax."

Three things occurred to Deondre. One, he did feel immensely better, like
he could play another four quarters against the Patriots right now if need
be.  Two, he did remember how serious the guy and the doctor had been about
following directions and he knew more than one player run out of football
for not doing as he was told. Third, he realized his 9inch cock was harder
than it had been in a long time and was pouring out precum onto the hand of
the 12yo boy who held onto it, tightly I might add.

Deondre relaxed a bit, with the 11yo started slowly strokinghis cock, the
boy still smiling and looking at him. "I'm Cole, you're my absolutely
favorite player and your cock sure doesn't disappoint" the little blonde
haired boy said-his smooth athletic body, tiny pink nipples, his hair
styled into a fauxhawk. He was adorable in all the ways a 11yo can be. "I'm
Bryan" the one to my right said. Bryan was younger and less muscular, but
totally smooth and covered in a tan. "I'm Erik, I'm gonna go let our boss
know you're good to go. They'll let your team know we're good and get
payment.  I'll leave you with Bryan and Cole, they'll take good care of you
Mr. Deondre." Erik was older, 13 maybe 14, and clearly in charge. He had
the body of a little soccer player, Latino, smooth with just a few wisps of
hairover his uncut cock, Deondre watched Erik walk out of his room and
admired the bubble butt the boy had. His cock twitched.

Bryan and Cole began the massage again only now they were using every inch
of their body over Deondre's, their firm small hands massaging his body and
soft smooth skin gliding over his muscular black frame. Deondre knew it was
so wrong, but he had to admit that his whole body felt amazing. The boys
had smiles on their faces, especially Cole, after all Deondre was his
favorite player. He even named the massive black dildo hid in his closet,
Deondre. Cole and Bryan realized that their customer was completely relaxed
again, accepting the fact that he was being nursed back to health by two
naked little boys. The boys understood that most men, especially well-built
stud jocks, took a little bit of processing to let themselves enjoy the
perfect little bodies of a young boy.

The two little white boys wrapped themselves around Deondre's long muscular
legs, their small erections grinding against his knee. Their hands worked
over his thighs, their legs caressed his calves. Their sweet little faces
were nestled on either side of his big black cock, their tongues reaching
out lightly lapping at his hefty sack, eliciting moans from Deondre as
their small tongues swirled around his smooth balls.

Deondre focused on the intense feeling along his balls aswell as their
ability to ease the fatigue in his legs. As each feeling the boys gave him
grew in intensity and pleasure he grew less concerned about the age ofthe
boys or the fact that they were boys. The gay thing wasn't huge for him,
for most players it wasn't—a hole was a hole as far as most were
concerned. The last time for Deondre was high school when a younger white
boy used to make the bus rides home after an away game more enjoyable with
his talented mouth. He had nothing on Bryan and Cole, whose mouths were now
kissing up and down hiscock, licking up precum along the way.

Deondre felt hands on his chest and shoulders and looked up, Erik was
standing there smiling. The boy nudged Deondre to sit up. Erik slid in
behind him and then pulled Deondre back and began massaging the football
giants massive shoulders and biceps. Deondre could feel the boy gently
kissing his neck as he looked down to the two boys giving his cock a tongue
bath. Cole pulled Bryan into a tongue kiss, Deondre's cock head between
them. The two boys kissed each other intensely, their tongues gliding in
and out of their underage mouths sharing the taste of adult black cock. The
studlywide-receiver moaned and then gasped as Cole pushed in and Deondre's
cock slid into the boys mouth and then into his throat. Bryan dropped and
sucked on the black stud's balls while Cole gave his football hero the best
head he could.The little blonde could only get about half of the massive
black cock down his very-experienced throat, but his buddy was able to get
the stud's silky sackinto his mouth as he deeply inhaled the man's musky
scent.

"Ah fuck boys, I've never felt better than right now." Deondre moaned
louder than he intended.

"That's what we're here for Mr. Deondre, to worship you, to treat you like
the football god you are, to work out every bit of tension and fatigue in
your muscles and every last drop of cum from that massive black fuck stick"
Erik whispered into the black stud's ear.

Deondre couldn't believe how eager these little fucks were. He heard those
words and looked directly into the eyes of Cole, bright eager and blue, who
smiled with a mouth full of nigga meat and then went back to work on that
cock. Erik's magic tongue along his shoulders along with Cole and Bryan's
work on his cock transported Deondre to a state of ecstasy. Images of sex
and football flashed through his mind, amazing catches, massive black
cocks, big bouncy tits, cheering, and the sexy little bodies of the ball
boys on the sidelines. The last though was a bit disturbing but he didn't
care atthe moment.

Deondre felt his legs being hefted up by the boys. They struggled from the
wait of his muscles, and Deondre was too relaxed to offer much help. Cole
never stopped slowly sucking, his 11yo lips and tongue gliding up and down
slowly, milking his adult cock, but Bryan quickly dove into Deondre's ass,
shoving hisface and 10yo tongue in between the muscular cheeks of his ass.
That tiny tongue and a myriad of tiny fingers began to probe his adult, but
virgin, hole. There he was, a masculine thug football celebrity, legs in
the air as one young boy massaged his back and shoulders while another boy
laid on the bed eatinghis ass, and yet another boy kneeled on all fours
desperately drying to suck as much of his 9inches as possible. And then
Bryan found Deondre's prostatecausing him to buck up into Cole, shoving
another inch down his throat and afew spurts of precum down to his cute
little tummy.

Bryan feasted on the football player's ass, licking the holeand sucking the
sweat and juices from his tiny fingers after they explored theinside of the
black stud. Bryan was an ass boy, he loved eating it as much aspossible. He
favorite client was a future 1st round draft pick atthe local university
who loved to sit his 21yo ass on the boy's faceimmediately after games as
he watched film and slowly stroked his black cock.It was Bryan's favorite
way to spend Saturday and always ended in him getting fuckedroughly on a
locker room bench and then fed the cum and ass juices from his ownass by
the 6'5 269 lineman. The boys' services weren't solely for physicaltherapy,
sometimes they simply kept very talented players away from golddigging
pussy or to give very perverted players a safe outlet.

Cole pulled off, revealing the throbbing black cock madeshiny by his 11yo
drool. Bryan also pulled out of the stud's ass, allowing hismassive legs to
relax. Bryan knew his job and began eating out Cole, pushing asmuch of his
spit into his friends hole, getting him ready for the massive cock.

"You ready for the best ass you'll ever have" Erik whispered to Deondre.
Deondre was on another planet of pleasure, but his eyes popped opento see
Cole getting ready to to sit on his cock. Considering his cock wasroughly
the thickness of the boys arm, he wasn't sure how this was going to work.
Deondre had more than one bitch push him off because it hurt. It hurt Cole
too, but Cole didn't care. It wasn't his first massive black cock from a
stud player, plus it was his favorite player and he wasn't about to bitch
outof this. He pushed himself lower, the tightness of his little boy hole
squeezing Deondre's cock. Once the cock made it past the tight ring of
Cole's ass it slowly and painfully made it into the warm heaven behind
Cole's abs. Theboy teared up, but pushed past the pain, wanting to give
Deondre the fuck of his life, using his well trained ass muscles to milk
the black cock now almostentirely inside him.

"I love your cock Deondre, Every Sunday after you score Isit in my room,
rubbing my cock, wishing you were fucking me after everyscore-celebrating
by blowing a load up my little boy ass while the fans cheeryou on." Cole
whined as the pain continued but it mixed with satisfaction andfaint
pleasure at taking most, but not all of Deondre's thick cock.

Deondre found the energy to wrap his hands around the small boy's waist.
Helping him bounce up and down on his cock. He couldn't believe the
tightness or warmth, way better than anal with a chick-something he usually
could only get the most depraved groupies to let him do.

"Fuck him Mr. Deondre, let him ride that massive black cock,let all that
frustration and tension flow into Cole's ass." Erick said as hishands
wrapped around Deondre and began to play with his pecs and black nipples.
Deondre bucked up into Cole, causing the boy to whimper and cry out.

Bryan slid up to Deondre's side, letting his small handscaress the man's
abs and chest, his small mouth nursing on one of those steellike pecs. Erik
sucked on the man's neck, enjoying watching Cole get the clienthe always
wanted as he bounced eagerly on the adult cock painfully stretchinghis 11yo
hole.

"You wanna fuck him harder Mr. Deondre?" Erik whispered.Deondre grunted an
enthusiastic yes.

Erik slid out and motioned to Cole to settle on the man'scock. Bryan slid
away as Deondre picked up Cole and flipped him onto his back,his cock
firmly inside the little boy. Cole laid on his back, legs tightlysqueezing
the waist of his hero. Deondre on his knees, body slick with sweat,slowly
ground into the moaning and whining boy. He just couldn't believe what
asexy little whore this boy was, nor how much he was enjoying fucking
him.Deondre plunged balls deep and his head reared back in a guttural moan
as Bryanpushed his face into the man's ass holding on as Deondre began to
fuck Coledeeper and more intensely. There he was, one of the most
successful professional playerson the field, a smooth ripped black body on
so many magazine covers, poundingthe 11yo ass of a little white boy while
his friend ate out his straight thughole. Erik sat against the headboard,
Cole's head between his legs watching theblack stud give into his lust. He
stroked his teen cock, loving his job andlife tending to the physical and
sexual health of so many athletes-high school,college, and
professional. His 13yo load edged closer until he spilled histhick Latino
teen load all over the face of his friend.

Deondre's lust went into overdrive watching the teen cum allover the face
of the sweet angel he was violently fucking. His eyes met Erik'sand the boy
motioned to towards creamy load covering Cole's face. "It's pureprotein,
the best you can get." Erik said with a grin.

Deondre dropped his mouth to Cole's face and began lickingfrom chin to
forehead, kissing the boy deeply, and licking some more. This wasclearly in
"fag territory" but at this point he was crazed with lust andwilling to do
whatever the boys told him if it made him a better player andcontinued the
intense fuck. Cole eagerly kissed the man back, making sure topush as much
of Erik's cum into the man's mouth. More than one player becamehooked on
the stuff and was sure it added to their muscle mass, absurd but
veryfinancially beneficial to Erik who also was lucky enough to produce
heavy loadsmultiple times a day, some jerked off directly into the mouths
of highperforming defensive backs. The league has yet to develop a test for
performingenhancing 13yo boy cum

Deondre pounded harder, cum covering his lips, sweatdripping down onto
Cole's body. Bryon pushed three of his fingers into Deondre,pressing hard
against his adult prostate. Deondre began to gruntlouder, animalistic
grunts he rarely made outside of the field. His balls drewup, encouraged by
the tensing of Cole's underage ass. Deondre barely got out an"I'm cumming"
before his throat let loose a roar that resounded throughout thehouse. His
shoved into Cole balls deep, his massive load flooding the small quivering
blonde boy.

The football star collapsed on top of Cole, his sweatyheaving body
completely covering the 6th grader. He then rolled over, hissoftening cock
sliding from Cole's abused hole. Bryan dove into his friend's ass,his
tongue gingerly removing the cum. He knew Cole's ass would be sore, but
hehad to taste the man's cum. Cole actually enjoyed the tender caressing of
his11yo hole by his friend. Erik in the meantime crawled down between
Deondre'slegs and began to clean the beautiful monster, trying to suck it
back to life.

"I don't know if I can, bud" Deondre moaned. Erik ignored him, "Before we
leave we'll have every last drop your balls can make and you'll be
completely focused tomorrow." Erik said as his mouth fully engulfed Deondre
down to the pubes. He was much more practiced than Cole at taking
professional athlete sized black cocks.

Deondre just moaned, unsure how he could even move much less cum again. The
boys soon were crowded around his cock, Cole's ass hanging overthe man's
face. The little pink hole he had just violated still look like it had
barely been fucked it was so tight. His tongue snaked tentatively up to the
little white boys hole, his luscious lips then lightly kissing the pink
boypussy. Before he knew it he was making out with that 11yo ass as all
three boys bathed his cock with their underage tongues. Deondre was wrong,
he could cum again, four more times in fact, once as he stood over all
three boys their tongues hanging out that he then coated in thick white
cum. The other three times in each ass of the boys. Erik fed him two more
loads that energized him even more.

The boys left at 2am, picked up in a limo. Deondre collapsed into his bed
and was immediately dead to the world. He awoke the next morning without an
ounce of soreness. His legs, feet, back all limber and perfect.

He was on the treadmill later that morning warming up for practice when the
doctor came by.

"I hear things went well and from the way you're running it doesn't even
look like you played yesterday." The doc said.

"Fuck yeah man, I can't think you enough." Deondre said

"Glad to hear, we need you at top condition. And my son couldn't stop
talking about you and how great it went. You're his favorite player in the
whole world and so happy he could help you out." The doc smiled walked away
leaving a wide eyed Deondre with a black cock snaking down his compression
shorts.