Date: Fri, 21 Aug 2009 01:28:16 -0400
From: nphillydogg@aol.com
Subject: college ball-19

	Jeremiah University is a predominately black college campus in
Minnesota Maryland. It's a large school, and very well received by the
College Guide Association Of America. There was a large library, an
auditorium, a sports center, a stadium, a student hall, an academic
building where classes resumed, male and female dormitories, a clock tower,
and several houses where the college fraternities and sororities
pledge. (This story is the property and copywrite of NPhillydogg@aol.com).
____________________________________________________________________________

COLLEGE-BALL-19
Written by
Eugene Marvin @
Nphillydogg@aol.com

PT-1

       The Jaguars boarded their college tour bus for the trip to Seymour
University College, and the last championship game of the season. Spirits
were high as the team seemed more relaxed and focused (for the first time
in a long time), cracking jokes and making fun of one another.
	Coach Brown made his usual pep talks, inspiring the team and
promising them a huge surprise when they won the tournament.

	The team arrived in North Carolina about 6 hours later, a full day
before the game. Coach Brown wanted to get in a small practice session to
get the team loosened up, then treat them to a day of spa treatments and
pampering at a 5star hotel so they would be refreshed in the morning.
	Then the bus pulled up to the Grand Luxury Hotel, the team knew
they were in paradise.

	Coach Brown checked the team in at the front desk, then handed half
of them their pass keys and told them to double up with the teammate of
their choosing. He watched with great interest as CJ and Derek teamed up,
as did Mikiah and Carter, Robyn and Kevin, and Jason and Armand, --leaving
Tyrome without a partner. "I'll be your partner, Ty...!" said Coach Brown,
tapping his hand on Ty's left shoulder. No one paid Coach Brown and
Tyrome's teaming any mind, except for CJ, whom noticed how the older man
squeezed Ty's shoulder affectionately when no one was looking.

	After checking into their rooms and unpacking, Coach Brown had the
team dress in their practice gear, then took them to the hoops where they
only practiced free throws and running layups for about an hour. Then Brown
had the team do aerobics with a sexy Spanish female aerobics
instructor. The team (as a whole) ogled the woman, making lewd and crud
comments and noises at her every time she turned her back and bent
over. Then Coach Brown had the team hit the weights room for a few rips
before allowing them to swim in the hotel's Olympic sized pool, relax in
the steam rooms and Jacuzzis, get hot oiled massages, facials, as well as
manicures and pedicures (which Mikiah took advantage of). Coach Brown
wanted his team in tip top shape for the game tomorrow, so he ordered the
team get an early dinner, then retire to bed for a good night's sleep and
curfew.

	Some of the team members opted to eat in the hotel's restaurant,
while others opted for room service. Mikiah and Carter choose room service,
opting to stay in for the rest of the evening. "Damn..., that massage today
was good as shit...!" said Mikiah, lying back across the bed with a full
stomach after eating a steak dinner.

"I know man..., I kept boning up every time the chick got to my lower back
and thighs!" agreed Carter, sitting at the two seater dinette set in their
room as he casually watched Mikiah rubbing his flat muscled stomach under
his black t-shit. Carter felt his dick starting to grow in his shorts as
his eyes followed the hair trail from Mikiah naval, down into the waist of
his low hanging shorts. "I think she wanted it too..., the way she kept
giggling every time it would stand up under the towel!"

"Yeah..., most masseur's are freaks!" stated Mikiah, without opening his
eyes.
	He was just lying there, digesting his food and thinking about the
game tomorrow when he suddenly felt Carter's hand snaking down around his
bare ankle. "Wussup...?" he asked, peering down over his chest as he saw
Carter couched down at the foot of his bed, playing with his feet.

"You know how much I love your feet...!" said Carter, gently caressing them
as he massaged the sole and examined the toes. "You have the sexiest
fucking feet on the whole team!"

"Why do you think I get them manicured...?" asked Mikiah with a smirk, just
before Carter took his toes into his mouth.
	Mikiah watched as Carter sucked his toes, running his tongue
between the spaces before taking as much as the foot as he could into his
mouth. Carter watched as the long lump in Mikiah's playing shorts grew
long. While sucking his toes, Carter reached his free hand up Mikiah's
hairy legs and into the bottom of his shorts to feel the long snake hiding
inside.

	Mikiah fell back onto the bed, closing his eyes as he enjoyed the
sensations his partner was giving his body. Carter slowly started to inch
Mikiah's shorts down as Mikiah lifted his hips to allow them to be pulled
off. Once naked from the waist down, Carter started to lick his way up
Mikiah's legs along his inner thigh. He by passed the long hard slim pole
which was already leaking pre-juice, and nuzzled his face between Mikiah's
nuts.
	Mikiah stifled a moan as Carted sniffed in the scent of his balls,
then started to push Mikiah's legs up out of the way. Mikiah followed
Carter's gesture, rising his legs up to his chest as Carter began licking
and sucking at Mikiah hairy dark hole.

"Oh shit, niggah..." moaned the 6'3" 21 year old. "...you know how I love
that shit...!"
	Carter licked and sucked at the tiny black hole, shoving his tongue
between the puckered lips until they eventually started to dilate and
flower open.
	Without hesitating Carter pulled his face up from his friend's ass,
and began pulling his shirt off overhead. Mikiah knew what was coming as he
continued to hole his own knees up to his chest as he watched his best
friend undress. "I just ate man..." he warned.

"I don't care...!" said Carter, ripping off his shorts and underwear as he
reached into his bag and pulled out a bottle of anal lube.
	He positioned himself back between Mikiah's legs, greasing his
partner's warm hole and his own hard 9 and 1/2 inch dick before placing the
head up to the passage. Mikiah closed his eyes, waiting for the initial
painful entry as Carter started to push in.

"UHHH...!" grunted Mikiah, his body tensing as his friend's hard dick
started to pass through him.
	Carter pulled back, removing his fat round dick head to allow
Mikiah a moment to recover, then he pushed it back up inside. This time the
asshole flowered open as he slowly rammed all 9+ inches all the way
in. "Awww fuck...!" moaned Mikiah, grabbing Carter's hips and pulling him
inward to get every inch. He could feel the hard dick flexing inside of him
as his body molded around the invading shaft.

	Carter (having fucked Mikiah dozens of times) ground his dick
around in his boys hot ass for a few moments, both of them allowing their
bodies to get used to the shock of the other's offering. When Carter
recovered from the grip of Mikiah's tight hole, he slowly started to slide
his dick in and out, affectively fucking his homeboy's ass.

	Mikiah felt Carter's dick sliding through him as his body relaxed
and began to except the tool that had come knocking at his back door quite
often in the last year. Mikiah recalled how last year (after the Jaguars
lost the championship to the Seymour Wildcats), the team returned home
feeling sad and depressed. With the college season officially over, some of
them decided to get high and forget the ass kicking they got by drowning
their sorrows at the bars.
	It was at that time while chillen in their shared room at the frat
house that Mikiah (high off beer and weed) started ranting about how badly
they got rimmed, emphasizing how deeply the Wildcats fucked them, --saying
that the team as a whole had bent them over and collectively shoved their
dicks straight up their asses.
	Unfortunately all the sexual anal references were starting to have
an effect on Carter, whom began massaging the growing lump in his
shorts. Eventually this caught Mikiah's eyes, and he too began to get
horny, --rubbing his own growing bulge.

"Wussup...?" asked Mikiah, swaying back and forth as he stood, looking
lustfully at his roommate.

"What's up with you...?" asked Carter, looking back at him (equally high).

"You niggah..., YOU the one sitting there rubbing your shit...!
Wussup...??" asked Mikiah, definitely impaired.

"So're you..." pointed out Carter, as Mikiah looked down to find his own
hand absentmindedly rubbing his long hard bulge.

"Shit man..., I'm only doing it cuz YOU are...!" he admitted, barely able
to stand. "What you all boned up for, niggah...? You GAY or something...?!"

"Hell man..., YOU the one saying all the gay shit about being rimmed, and
how the Wildcats fucked us up the ass...!" defended Carter.

"They DID fuck us up the ass..." said Mikiah, recalling the whipping they
got (which was worse than the one the year before). "They fucked us up the
ass GOOD too..., shot their shit all up in us...!" he added, turning
towards his bed. "We might as well have just pulled down our pants and bent
over for them...!" he continued, acting out his statement by yanking down
his ball shorts and bending over the bed.
    Carter's eyes widened as his roommate's black bare ass (all naked and
spread) came into view from across the room. "We might as well've made it
easy for them...!" he added, resting his weight on his elbows as he waited
with his ass in the air. Carter couldn't believe his eyes as he got up from
his seat and slowly walked over to where his buddy was presenting his
asshole.

"That what you want...?" asked Carter, pulling his hard dick from his
shorts and he openly stroked himself while looking at his friend's bare
asshole. "You wanna get fucked...?"

"Might as well take the fucking..., we already got creamed...!" said
Mikiah, his head tucked under his chest.
    Carted walked up to Mikiah's ass, then pressed his rock hard erection
right up in between the parted cheeks. Mikiah said nothing as he pushed his
ass back on his friend while Carter playfully stroked his dick length up
and down the hairy crack.

"You sure about this...?" he asked, getting hornier by the minute.

"Fuck me, niggah!" demanded his teammate.
    Carter spit down onto Mikiah's asshole, then rubbed more spit onto his
dick head before kissing it up to his friend's tightly sealed hole. He
pushed inward, but nothing happened as Mikiah was too tight to
penetrate. Carter tried several times, with Mikiah even trying to push back
on it. In frustration, Carter bent down behind Mikiah and shoved his face
in-between his hot buns. Mikiah nearly jumped off the bed as his friend and
hommie wrapped his hands around his hips to hold him in place, and began
eating his asshole like a pussy.
    This was the first time anyone had ever touched Mikiah's asshole, but
he was hooked from the second it happened. He lay his face flat against the
mattress and surrendered his asshole as Carter licked, sucked, and fingered
his tight chute. When Carter tried to enter him the second time, he managed
to get the head in. Mikiah yelled out in pain, burying his face in pillows
to muffle his screams as Carter pulled back, then shoved in some
more. Mikiah bit down into the cushy pillows until Carter achieved full
penetration. Carter pressed his pelvis against Mikiah's ass, forcing him
facedown onto the bed as he lay prone on top of him.

    Mikiah spread his legs around Carter's, elevating his hips to get every
inch of his roommate's dick inside of his hungry bottom. Carter ground
himself around in his steaming hot bowels as he nuzzled his face between
Mikiah's muscled shoulder and neck. Mikiah could feel his roommate's hot
breath in his ear as Carter started to slowly pump through him. Mikiah's
own hardon was pressed firmly between the bed and his stomach as he started
to grind himself against the mattress.
    The two men fucked for what felt like hours, but in reality was only 15
minutes. Mikiah was the first to cum, shooting sperm all over himself and
the bed sheets. When Carter felt Mikiah's already tight gripping anus lock
down and begin flexing with his climax, he too started to cum as he
accidently shot his load up in his partner's guts.
    After cumming, the two men lay there recuperating. Carter could hear
Mikaih breathing hard while Mikiah could feel Carter's heartbeat pounding
through his chest. But when Carter tried to seal their coupling with a
romantic kiss along Mikiah's neck and shoulder, the 20 year old junior ball
player pushed him off his back, nearly knocking Carter to the floor. "I
don't play that faggot shit...!" he said, jumping up to use the shower.

	Carter had always been perplexed by Mikiah's actions. During the
actual sex, Mikiah was always as passionate as a natural born bottom, but
afterwards he would always clam up and become anti-emotional, declaring his
manhood through moncho references. It often frustrated Carter that he
couldn't get as close to Mikiah as he wanted. Sure his friend would allow
him to fuck him on occasions, but it was always just sex, never
emotional. Carter wanted the whole package. But until then, he would just
take what Mikiah was willing t o give.

	Mikiah lay on his back with his eyes closed, concentrating on the
wonderful feelings emitting through his rectum as his partner's thick dick
moved in and out of his rectum. Mikiah considered himself fully
heterosexual, there wasn't a single gay bone on his body. He believed that
wholeheartedly because he felt he didn't feel emotionally attached to men,
he merely saw them as opponents and rivals, not something he desired or
wanted to settle down with (like with women).
	Mikiah didn't put too much thought into his sexual relationship
with Carter either, --as far as he was concerned, once they finished the
sexual acts, it never happened. In the meantime, he would simply sit back
and enjoy the constant rubbing of his prostate, as his dick throbbed,
leaking a steady flow of pre-cum against his stomach.

"Yeah..., fuck me..." moaned Mikiah, his eyes still closed as he began
stroking his own hardon with his legs spread around his hip thrusting
roommate. "...fuck that ass, man! That's it..., aww shit...!"
	Spurred on my Mikiah's nasty talk, Carter picked up the pace,
slamming his hips harder into Mikiah's body as he sent his dick 9+ inches
deep with every thrust. "Damn niggah..., that's it, right there! Oooh fuck
that feels good! I can feel it, man! Give it to me! Fuck me like you want!
I can take it...!" Carter knew that that was the signal that Mikiah was
getting close, --that he wanted to be fucked hard and strong before going
over the edge.

	Carter started to slam his hips into Mikiah's ass, each hard inward
stroke literally knocking the breath out of the darker skinned ball
player. He watched Mikiah's face as his mouth dropped open and his head
reared backward into the hotel pillows. Carter saw Mikiah's neck, and
couldn't resist nuzzling into it, kissing and sucking at it
passionately. But Mikiah (with his free hand pressed in Carter's chest)
pushed Carter up and looked into his eyes. "You know I ain't into that gay
shit man..., just FUCK ME dude!" he demanded, still stroking his hard dick
as he surrendered his ass.
	More than a little pissed and frustrated by Mikiah's attitude,
Carter started to fuck his teammate harder and rougher than he'd ever
fucked anybody ever in his life. With his hands firmly implanted on the
bed, he used his arms legs as anchors, allowing free flowing motion of his
vengeful hips as he slapped his pelvis into Mikiah's upturned ass with
force.

"UHHH...! FUCK...! YEAH...! DAMN...! AWW FUCK! SHIT! AWW! AWW! AWW! AHHH!"
grunted Mikiah as Carter's thrust got savage. He wanted to punish his
friend sexually for rejecting his passion. But to Carter's surprise, the
deep rough fucking only seemed to cause Mikiah to cum quicker, as a
fountain of watery sperm shot out of his pulsing dick like water from a
garden hose.  "AARRRRGGHHH...!!" yelled Mikiah, losing all self control as
he bombarded himself with his own load.
	Carter quickly yanked his own dick from his boy's spasming rectum,
and shot his own load all over Mikiah, the first shot landing all the way
up on Mikiah's panting face.

	The two men came down off their high as Carter rested back on his
heels, and Mikiah rose up on his elbows. The two men looked at each other,
then at the mess all over Mikiah's chest and torso, --and laughed. "I need
a shower...!" said Mikiah, swinging himself out of bed as he wiped the cum
from his face.


Pt-2

	20 yr old Jason Outlaw lay in bed under the covers as he awaited 18
yr old Armand Robinson to finish with his shower. Jason flipped through the
cable stations on the hotel's TV, stopping when he saw two men kissing on
the gay channel. Just then, Armand came walking out of the bathroom with
one towel wrapped lowly around his waist, while drying his head and torso
with another.
	Jason's eyes were transfixed on the teenager as he casually walked
by the television set, his fat high bubbled butt prominently imprinted
through the tight fitted towel.

"Whut ya watchin...?" asked Armand, bringing Jason back to the moment.

"uh..., nothing...!" said the junior white boy. "I was just flipping
channels..." he said, pressing the remote.

"Wait..., turn it baak...!" insisted Armand, having seen something catch
his eye.
	Jason turned the station back one. "Is dat...two men...?" asked
Armand, staring at the TV set.

"uh...yeah..., I think so...!" said Jason, aiming the remote at the
tube. "I'll turn it...!"

"Naw..., keep it hur...!" insisted Armand, tossing both towels on the floor
beside his bed. Jason tried not to look as his eyes shot over without
moving his head. "We don't git shyt like dis in Jamaica..." he added,
slipping under the bed sheet in his single bed.

"Why not...?" asked Jason.

"Homosexuality is illegal in my country...! They `ave been known ta kill
homosexuals there...!" said Armand.

"Damn..., that's harsh!" said Jason, looking at the TV as he pondered
asking the obvious question. "Are YOU gay...?" he asked, curiously and
nervous.

"Why do you ask...?" asked Armand, propping his back up against the
headboard. "Do I seem..., eh, --feminine ta ya...?"

"No..., not at all!" answered Jason. "I was just curious, since you seemed
to like this movie..."

"No like..." said Armand, as if in thought. "We neva git ta see anyting
like dis..., I'm whut ya called intrigued...!"

"Oh..." said Jason.

"Does da movie botha you...? We cud turn it...!" offered Armand.

"Nah..., it's alright..., I don't mind watching it with you...!" said
Jason.

"Are you...gay...?" asked Armand, posing the same question.

"Me gay...? No! No, I'm not gay!" insisted Jason.

"Do ya tink Tyrome be gay...?" asked Armand.

"I don't know." answered Jason, honestly. "I don't think so..., he's
getting married..."

"There are many married gay men here..." said Armand, casually stroking
himself under the covers.
	Jason saw the hand movements, and instinctively started stroking
his own dick under the covers. Neither male said anything more as they
quietly settled down in their beds and masturbated, occasionally stealing
peeks at one another from across the nightstand until they both blew their
loads into their hands.

PT-3

	45 yr old Coach Brown lay naked in the center of his big king sized
bed, slowly stroking his hand lazily up and down his stiff 10" pole, while
waiting for 21 yr old Tyrome Smith to come out of the shower. Brown had a
feeling that things were about to change drastically for the team. With old
members leaving this year (Tyrome, Mikiah, and Carter), a brand new batch
of hot teens would be coming onboard in the fall.
	Tyrome came out of the bathroom, fresh from a shower as he strolled
by the Coach's bed to grab the lotion from his carry bag. Brown openly
watched Tyrome's sexy ass and tight physique as he added lotion to his
body, then dabbed on cologne. Brown understood that Tyrome was a
metro-sexual, a man who believed in steady grooming himself. And after the
day of pampering he got with the massages, facials, and manicures, he was
feeling pretty damn sexy.

	Coach Brown watched as Tyrome dipped in his bag, then reached back
behind himself to anoint lubricant to his own asshole. He shoved a few
fingers inside to stretch the sphincter muscles, then walked over to where
Coach lay and climbed up onto the bed and stood over him. "This's gonna be
our last fuck, ain't it...?" asked Coach, having a sinking feeling in his
gut.
	Tyrome said nothing as he quickly lowered himself onto Coach's
stiff upstanding dick, aiming the head up to his hole before sinking his
own asshole all the way down into the Coach's lap in one long swift motion.

	Coach watched as Tyrome closed his eyes and adjusted himself,
allowing his body to get used to the fullness as he slowly began to rise
and fall his ass into the older man's lap. Coach watched silently as Tyrome
fucked himself on his dick, using him as a surrogate dildo.
	Tyrome used his muscled legs to power his motion, bouncing his
bubbled buttock up and down on his Coach's thick 10" pole like a pogo
stick. He said nothing as he reached down and stroked his own hard dick,
slowly massaging the long curved length as his ass muscles worked the dick
shaft inside him.

	Coach Brown slid down into the bed, lying flat on his back he
looked down to watch his dong disappear up his star player's rich
backside. He could see the parted ass cheeks swallowing his rod from tip to
base, the shaft glistening with anal lube as the hole slid slickly back and
forth.
	Brown reached up and twinked Tyrome's nipples, twisting and turning
them back and forth like old radio knobs. This caused Ty to groan as he
rode his ass up and down faster, taking shorter thrusts as he worked his
own dick in his hand.

	Coach Brown licked his lips hungrily as he watched Tyrome
masturbate on top of him. He had the perfect view of the pretty brown dick
in front of him, just inches away from his mouth as his taste-buds yearned
for the flavor of Tyrome's nut. "I want that nut when you get ready to
shoot, okay son...?" asked Coach, looking up at the handsome 21 yr old.
	Tyrome didn't respond as he kept his eyes closed, as if
concentrating on a dream. His muscles flexed and popped with his movements,
his strong brown thighs working overtime as he squatted up and down on the
dick at least 200 times before his own dick started to drip pre-cum.

"I want the load..." reminded Coach, twisting Tyrome's nipples rougher as
the team captain rode even faster. He watched Tyrome's facial expressions
as the captain went from bliss, to painful expression. Then he yanked his
own ass up off Coach's stiff ramrod, and quickly aimed his dripping dick
down into Coach's open mouth.
	Coach sucked the dick between his lips, latching hold of Tyrome's
buns as he pulled the 21 yr old all the way down into his mouth balls
deep. He deep throated the young man who lay over him in pushup
position. Coach Brown directed Tyrome to start pumping his hips, literally
doing pushups on his face as he thrust his 9" curved dick well deep into
the Coach's throat.

"Aww fuck..., yeeeeaaahhhh...!!" moaned Tyrome, cumming almost immediately.
	Coach Brown felt the dick pulsing in his throat, then felt the cum
pumping through the hard shaft as it emptied out into his stomach.
	Tyrome clinched his ass cheeks together as he ground his balls down
against Coach's chin, making sure his thick dick stretched out the older
man's talented throat. When Ty was done cumming, he pulled himself from the
Coach's mouth, and retook his seat on the head man's dick, ramming the 10
pole right back up into his ass.
	Brown was barely over the shock to his throat, when he felt Tyrome
working his anal muscles once again on his dick.

	Tyrome leaned back with his hands anchored on the bed, spread his
legs with his feet prominently planted on the mattress, and began pounding
his ass up and down on the dick at 100mph. "Damn...!" gasped Brown,
unprepared for the assault as Tyrome went wild with fucking himself silly.
	Brown had an excellent view of his dark brown dick disappearing up
Tyrome's light brown ass. Ty's semi-hard erection flip-flopped through the
air like a loose pole, strands of semen flying everywhere from the oozing
tip like strings of cobwebs.

"Oh fuck, boy..." gasped Coach, grabbing Tyrome's thighs from underneath to
pull him back down on his dick. "...you're gonna make me cum...!" he
yelled, shaking like a calf with mad cow disease.
	Tyrome watched as Coach went into convulsion, his thick stocky
muscular body heaving as if he had asthma. Ty felt his innards grow sloppy
with the Coach's load, his throbbing dick quickly dying the second it
finished cumming. Coach Brown collapsed back in bed, fully exhausted as
Tyrome climbed up off of him without saying a word.

"I'm gonna miss that ass once you go pro...!" sighed Coach, already
drifting off to sleep with a healthy grin on his face.

Written by
Eugene Marvin aka
NPhillydogg@aol.com
I give regular updates on
Facebook. Join me!