Date: Sun, 22 May 2011 22:54:45 -0400
From: M W <striker88888@gmail.com>
Subject: The Lacrosse God Across the Hall: PART TWO

LACROSSE STUD: PART 2
The Lacrosse God Across the Hall

Below is the continued story based on some true events that happened
to me in college, though its been heavily fictionalized for dramatic
purposes, and of course names have been changed.  This is meant as
entertainment for adult consenting readers and not meant for anyone
who is offended by aggressive and dirty gay sex.

BACK TO SCHOOL

Summer was slow and mostly uneventful. I was working at a lifeguard
out in San Diego, getting a tan and playing ball when I could.  Those
lazy days were great, and there was even a couple of tequila-drunk
nights out with my friends scamming on chicks.  I even scored with two
of them, slutty local girls that were good for a
fuck-and-forget-about.  But still, all through those long hot days,
even when I was boning he chicks, I thought about Luke and our
experience last semester.  It was unbelievable to me: I couldn't wait
to give him another blumpkin.

I guess looking back I was in denial--how could a dude like me turn
into such a faggot?  It wasn't even that I had sucked dick--hell I
realized long ago I was attracted to guys, even if I was too pussy to
act on it--it was the WAY Luke and James used me.  Their total disdain
and disregard for me was something that I not only didn't care about,
but it actually TURNED ME ON.  It was just plain wrong.  The worse
Luke treated me the hotter I found him, and in my deep dark fantasies
I couldn't wait to return to school and see what twisted shit he had
in mind for my Sophomore year.

But when I did return to campus, I found it wasn't quite the fuckfest
I imagined.  Luke and I both lived at our respective fraternity
houses, and we had no classes in common at all (I was an engineer; he
majored in fucking for all I know), so there really wasn't an occasion
for me to see him, nevermind get him alone. I spent the first three
weeks of school keeping my eyes peeled, sleeping with the hopes that
his big ol dick would pop against my jaw at any minute. No luck...no
Luke.

About a month into school though I decided to go for a run around the
track near the old gym -- not the usual place the baseball team
practices and I worked out, but another facility close by.  I knew the
lacrosse team was scrimmaging there that day, so I went with the hopes
of catching a glimpse of my god.

And I did. Luke owned the field as much as he owned my asshole.  He
was in a league of his own out there, bobbing around even the
second-best players were surprising ease.  Every time he made a play
towards goal, I'd get caught up watching him, it would throw off my
gait -- causing me to almost trip a few times.  He was a stallion and
a beautiful one at that.  I ran for about an hour watching him.

Near the end of the game I guess he finally realized the guy going
around the track over and over was me -- I'd had plenty of time to
work out over the summer so I was looking much bigger than last
spring.  I caught him staring back at me but didn't want to piss him
off, so kept running, trying to ignore.

After the game he jogged up to me, a couple hundred yard from his buddies.

"Hey bitch"

"Luke"

"Was wondering when you'd come crawling back for more"

I was hunched over with my hands on my knees, panting hard from the
run.  I looked up at him and whimpered, "I'm dying for it bro"

He sneered a little, but it turned into his trademark half-smile. I
could see the gears of his dirty mind turning as he said, "we did some
nasty shit last year kid"

I just nodded.

He looked me up and down.  "Hitting the weights bro? Putting on a few
pounds doesn't change the fact that you're a worthliess faggot, you
know that?"

I just nodded.

"What's that bitch?"

"I know sir"

He laughed again.  "Ah good, so you remember.  Look, I'm gonna go row
for about an hour in the gym while the rest of the guys change.  Meet
me at the lacrosse lockers at 4:30.  We'll see what else you
remember."

Instant boner.  Like zero to 100 mph in .3 seconds.  Just have to wait
one hour to get another taste...

Luke ran off towards the gym and I tried to hide my hard on, tucking
it under the elastic of my shorts.

****

REUNION

I went to hang out in the main gym locker room, watched a bunch of the
guys change out of their gear as I pretended to occupy myself, tying
and untying my shoes and then tying them again.  The lacrosse team
were real bruisers, studs every one of them, but some just massive
guys who gave off an undeniable "don't fuck with me' vibe.  Rob and
Pat Kutchins were this pair of identical twins, both about 6'2", brown
shaggy hair, tall and lean.  They were probably the hottest guys on
the team besides Luke, and I my eye kept wavering over to them, hoping
for a glimpse.  The fact that they were twins definitely made it even
hotter.

The thing I loved most about our lockerroom is, ironically, probably
what most people hated most about it - -poor ventilation.  Though we
had relatively modern gyms and equipment, the locker rooms had this
way of retaining stench, so a sweaty pack of rugby dudes after
practice or the lacrosse team after a grueling match would leave this
cloud of odor that wouldn't dissipate for hours. I loved hanging out
down there after baseball and just seeing who came in and what they
smelled like.  For my money the lacrosse team smelled the worst, they
took off their sweat-stained jocks and pinnies and tossed them into
this huge bucket near their coaches office.  I was dying to spend some
time in that bucket, it occupied a place in so many of my jerk off
fantasies, but there's no way I could have gotten to it without
drawing attention to myself.  So, for the time being, I just had to
sniff from afar.

Eventually the guys all piled out, rough housing and talking about
what parties they were hitting up that night.   Though I got a strange
look from one of the twins, who maybe realized I was there a bit too
long, I let it go.  Soon it was just me around 4:20, and ten minutes
later Luke ambled in, sweaty from his workout.

"Yo"

"Hey bro"

Luke looked around and peered into his coaches office. A light was on.

"Hold up"

He headed around a bend of lockers and into the office. The door was
open so I heard the conversation.

"What up Coach Kay?"

"Lucas my man.  What you still doing here?"

"Did some rowing after practice.  Gotta keep it up."

"Atta boy.  I was just heading out."

"Mind if I get the keys?"

"You causing trouble again?"

"Nah.  To be honest wanted to take Cynthia down here and..."

"Say no more kiddo.  Here you go"

Luke came back grinning big, and a few minutes later his muscular
older coach came through the gym entrance, waving goodbye.

"Be good Luke"

Luke instantly avoided me, waving to coach, "see ya Coach"

A beat passed.  The locker room was empty.  In one motion Luke spun
around and grabbed me by my throat, threw me against a locker.  "You
ready bitch?"

"Uh huh"

Luke shoved me forward towards the coaches office.  We went in and
then into a back room, which was sort of an examination room for the
physical therapists the school hired.  He locked the door behind him.
 I was rock solid, hard as steel anticipating Luke's dick.  "I want
you so bad"

Luke frowned, "Try not to say such gay fucking shit bitch."  He
gestured for me to get on my knees.

I did, even though the ground was cold and hard on my knees.  I was
thrilled Luke was still in his lacrosse gear, sweaty as fuck from the
scrimmage and the rowing workout on top of it.  He began by grinding
his crotch in my face, really hard so I could barely breathe.  He
started bucking his hips, fucking my face as I lapped at his package
eagerly.

"That's it slut."  He took down his shorts, exposing his
sweat-drenching jock.  He continued grinding my face.  I was in
ecstasy.

He then stretched out his jock and slipped my head through one of the
leg holes, so essentially he had trapped my face between his dick and
the fabric.  My dick was leaking precum into my shorts, I was that
turned on.  Shoved too much against his dick to really suck it, I just
sort of stuck out my tongue and lapped it up, licking the pulsating
shaft.  Luke moaned and smacked me upside the head, encouraging even
more licking.

Eventually he let my head free and stood me up.  He grabbed me by the
back of the neck, looking for a good spot to bend me over to commence
fucking the crap out of me.  That's when I saw it -- the basket of
jocks.  It was essentially a giant garbage pail of dirty laundry that
the maids the athletics department hired to clean up after the jocks
had to wash after every game.

Luke saw me eyeing it and laughed loudly.  "You're pathetic" he said
scornfully.  Then he pushed me over into the bucket, so my face was
pushed against a pile of about twenty sweaty jocks and uniforms.
Heaven for a dude like me.

Soon enough Luke had spit on his dick enough to slide it into my ass,
and he proceeded to fuck me as my face ground up against the jocks.
He kicked off his own jock in the process and hung it over my head,
like I was his trophy.  He kept banging away, pulling the bucket
towards him (it was on wheels) and pushing it away in a hard, rhythmic
 fuck.  It hurt like hell--had been a few months since my hole got any
work -- but I wasn't about to complain.

I was in too much ecstasy to notice anything, so I was startled when I
finally heard someone besides Luke say: "Well look at what we got
here."  Caught off guard, I fell to the floor, pulling the basket of
jocks down on top of me.  I had to pull Luke's own jockstrap off my
face before I saw it as Luke's coach standing with his arms crossed
and looking down on the scandalous scene.

I looked to Luke, who seemed taken off-gaurd, but not panicked.

"I thought you were bringing Cynthia Morten down here, Luke"

"There was a change of plans"  I could see Luke's mind working, "so I
found another bitch."

The coach chuckled a bit.  What was he going to do?

He looked behind him and, satisfied the gym was empty, re-locked the
door he had opened.  I was standing, my pants around my ankles, as the
huge muscular man approached.  I was definitely intimidated.

"Well look like you'd gonna have to do twice the work"  With that he
reached into his shorts and flopped out his gigantic donkey dick-
hairy and uncut.  I gasped when I saw how big it was.

"Go ahead and suck it" Luke said. And, of course, I did as I was told,
falling to my knees and getting to work.

Coach really loved jacking off on my face while I ate his balls, so
lapped at his nuts for a while while Luke positioned my ass.  "There's
lube in the right desk drawer" Coach instructed Luke, "just like last
time with that sorority bitch."  I suddenly realized  this wasn't the
first time Luke tag teamed someone with his coach...but I was surely
the first dude.

Eventually they brought me to the desk and Luke lubbed up my ass with
his finger.  He quickly slid in his dick and started thrusting.
Meanwhile, coach mounted my face, hanging over the edge of the other
side of the desk.  He started dick smacking me hard right before
letting out a huge blast of milky cum, mostly on my nose, forehead,
and hair.  He grunted hard, like an animal.

Then he just stood there watching Luke finish up, which took barely
nay time.  Luke came up my hole with a few final thrusts, and I loved
the warm feeling of his baby batter filling me up.

I quickly dressed as coach mussed Luke's hair affectionately.  "We'll
have to do that again," Then he looked at me, "You play ball, right?
you look familiar."

"Yes, er, sir.  Second base."

"That's right.  Well you, me, and Coach Martin will have to find some
time to get friendly then."  The thought of my baseball coach getting
in on this action made my hard cock even harder--he was a massive
black guy and former major leaguer--I could only imagine the bat he
had swinging between his legs.

Luke and I walked out of the coaches office and packed up our things.
 He seemed eager to get back to his frat house.

"So hot." I managed to say.  Luke rolled his eyes.  "Hard not having
that dick across the hall, you living at the frat and all"

Luke looked annoyed, "Keep it down.  Don't worry give me a few weeks
to work on those guys and I'm sure youll be blowing all of us in no
time.  We'll keep you in the dick bro as long as you don't fuck it up
and tell nobody."

"I won't."

"I know you won't.  Peace."  And with that he headed out of the gym,
leaving me there with a semi boner.  Only one thing to do: I headed
into a toilet stall to jack off, and when I came it was the biggest
load I ever remember shooting.  I covered my palm and shot all over
the toilet seat.  Jizz everywhere.

On my way out of the gym I saw Coach Kay, who was leaving too.  He
just gave me a smile that said 'see you soon.'  I knew my jaw was
gonna be getting a workout this semester.

***
BEST CLASS EVER

While I didn't have regular access to Luke's dick, I did have one
engineering class with James, Luke's roommate from freshman year.
Every class we'd find some excuse to both be out of the classroom
simultaneously, and without fail meet up in one of the private
bathrooms in the small library of Webber Hall.  James would flop out
his dick wordlessly and I'd proceed to blow him -- I knew my role
well.

Whereas Luke liked to lay back and let me go to town on his dick,
getting the service he truly deserved and pulling out to cum on my
face, James was in a way more aggressive.  He'd rape my face
mercilessly, cumming as quickly as possible and generally straight
down my throat.  I would choke on my own spit and phlegm as I tried to
handle his long rod slamming my mouth.  The more I struggled the more
James seemed to like it.

One of the first few times we met up, James stopped me mid-blowjob.
"Gotta show you something."  He flipped out his cell and brought up a
picture text message saved to his phone.

It was a picture of me, on my knees giving Luke a blowjob on the
toilet at the end of last semester.  The caption read: BLUMPKIN!

I remembered that moment servicing Luke well, one of my hottest
memories of my Freshman year.  Suddenly I realized, with the
competition between Luke and James so high, no way James was gonna let
Luke have that advantage.  "I gotta take a huge dump" he said at last.

Well I'm sure you could guess it wasn't long before I was sucking
James dick while he took a shit...and yes, he was capturing it all on
video on his camera phone, no doubt to send to Luke. "Smile for the
camera, faggot"

James wasn't kidding when he said he had to take a huge dump -- I felt
like the toilet was dangerously close to overflowing.  I hated but
secretly loved the smell of his stink rising up my nostrils, and just
tried to concentrate on lubing up his dick with my throat juices.   As
per usual James rode my face hard and didn't give it two seconds
thought when I began gagging on his meat.  He kept pumping my skull
and soon enough had emptied his gigantic wad right down my throat.

"I should make you lick my hole clean...but I think that's too sick
even for me."

I wonder to this day if I would have done it.

***
FRAT PARTY

It was super late night after a party at Zeta Psi -- Luke's frat --
and I was on my knees in Luke's room, giving both him and James head
while they snorted coke off the coffee table.  Amped up on the drugs,
Luke was boning my mouth even more aggressively than usual, and I was
doing my best to keep up.

To back up a few hours...

The party had been fun actually, Luke had sent me a text earlier the
evening telling me to come by, and even though he didn't exactly talk
to me during the party he seemed cool with me just hanging out and
drinking with the other party goers.  I could tell him and James were
keeping me  around as a "Plan B" just in case either of them ended up
not scoring with one of the many busty co-eds that had shown up.  In
Luke's case, as always, scoring with chicks was a guarantee--and I saw
him slip up to his room with this red-headed cutie around 11 PM.
James seemed to be having a bit more trouble--he's definitely rugged
and attractive, but he's the kind of guy who has got no game with
chicks.  But it was funny to see him try as I sipped my Coors light
from across the room.

I showed up to the frathouse with my fraternity brother and roommate
Freshman year, Steve.  Steve had taken Spring semester off after
nearly flunking every class, but was back this year to give school
another try.  Apparently his dad had whipped his ass good and hard
over the spring, and this was his "last chance" to get straight.
Steve meant well, but from the amount of pot he was smoking and
classes he was skipping already it seemed he wasn't exactly on the
right track.

Steve was curious as to why we were going to hang out at the LAX frat,
as the baseball frat we were both in (although Steve wasn't on the
team) as a rule didn't associate with the elitist lacrosse kids.  In
fact there was something of a rivalry between the two houses.  But he
also knew I was "friends" with Luke, he'd seen us associating once or
twice around campus, although obviously he didn't have the first clue
about the nature of our special relationship.  An hour into the party,
Steve pulled me aside and pointed out a girl: "Hey, didn't you used to
fuck her?"

I looked across the room to see Betsy McBride, a girl I had hooked up
with Freshman year just once, and than proceeded to never call again.
I still felt sort of like a jerk about it.  Betsy had also dated Luke
before we had met, and Luke had seen the two of us coming out of my
room early on in the semester.  I always felt that Luke's natural
sportsmanlike sense of competition is what made him decide to turn ME
into his bitch, having seen that I had gotten with his girl (even
though, technically, she was his ex at the time).    So in a way I had
Betsy to thank for everything with Luke, although obviously I wasn't
about to tell her that.

I gathered my nerve and, with a reconciliation beer in hand,
approached her, hoping to at least be friendly.  She took the beer
from me and gave a snotty half-smile, immediately turning back around
to talk to the Rob (one of the twins on Luke's lax team).  She clearly
wanted NOTHING to do with me and was still miffed I never returned her
calls.  I didn't see the big deal -- but I guess there's no figuring
out the ladies sometimes.

Seeing me stranded, and for once without Steve breathing down my neck,
James came over and tapped me on the shoulder: "Gotta show you
something."

I followed him through a door and into a side room of the basement,
where there was some old laundry facilities that looked like they
weren't in sue anymore.  Pushing behind the laundry units there you
had to duck down to get  under a lowered ceiling and into another
small part of the basement.   In this section there was a small
electrical closet in the back of that room, which James led me in.
"Check this out" he said, flipping a light.

I saw there was a small hole cut out of the all of the closet, about
waist height, and someone had gone through the trouble of smoothing
the surface of the hole and lining it with what looked like felt.
"You know what that is?" James asked.

"A glory hole."  I couldn't believe it, a perfect glory hole right
there at the frat house.  "Who's that for?"

"Well no idea who built it...must have been here for years.  Some old
brothers I guess had a little too much fun with their pledges.  But as
for who its for, well obviously its meant for you bitch"

I licked my lips, getting them moist, wet, and ready for James wiener.
 But James stopped me, "As much as I need a beej, there are too many
people out there right now.  Let's meet up late night...Luke is
probably game as well...that cunt he's fuckign right now will
definitely be gone by two or three...he never keeps them too long."

"Yes sir."  I said eagerly.

"Follow me out in five minutes" James said, heading out of the room.
I couldn't wait for later.

And when later came I found myself not disappointed in the slightest.
Both James and Luke had raging boners ready to be smoked (still don't
know where Luke got his stamina from.  But damn!) and I found it hot
that they were doing coke and talking about the party, basically
ignoring me as I got to work on their dicks.

James came first and again shot his shit down my throat.  Luke kept
working my face as James spoke to him, "I showed our buddy here the
glory hole downstairs."

"Oh yeah?  You ready to suck off all our pledges through that thing this
year?"

I spit out Luke's cock momentary to say: "Hell yeah."

"Keep sucking."  I did.  "Also, I was thinking while I was boning
whats-her-name a little earlier tonight -- when I'm getting my fuck on
my ass and nuts are getting no attention.  I think I need you to be my
rimjob slut while I bone some chick -- think it would feel amazing.
Obviously we'll have to get the chick on board, unless she's so drunk
she won't remember a thing."

I was torn.  On one hand, it would be hot to see Luke in action,
boning away at some dumb girl like he was born to do.  On the other, I
didn't really want anyone else finding out about my little habit of
servicing Luke and James.  But, of course, I knew in the end it wasn't
my decision -- Luke was gonna do, and force me to do, whatever he
wanted.

Luke came about a gallon and I couldn't swallow fast enough, it came
gurgling out of my mouth.  Even James was shocked by the amount, and
made a comment: "Hell yeah buddy"

"It must be the coke."  Luke admitted, "drives me wild."

***
'BATTING CLEAN UP'

About a month before Christmas break I got a text from Luke saying
he'd found a girl to participate in our little threesome and I should
come over at 11 PM that night.  I couldn't wait for the chance to suck
Luke off again (had been a little while) and 11 couldn't come aorund
fast enough.

When it did, I went up to Luke's room and knocked.  After a minute I
heard, "Mike?"

"Yeah, it's me."

"Come on in bro."

I came in to find Luke's back to me, a pair of skinny feminine legs
wrapped about his ass.  He was plowing away at this broad already
(lucky bitch!).  "You can get to licking my hole at any time, bitch"
I felt slightly embarrassed to have Luke calling me a bitch in front
of this stranger.

But when I got close enough to get down on my knees, I saw the girl he
was fucking: it was Betsy!

A wide range of emotions crossed my mind, and I was a little upset.
Betsy smirked at me dumbly.  Luke laughed, "oh that's right, you two
know each other."

I was flabbergasted, basically stunned.  Luke seized control of the
situation.  "Well what the fuck you eaiting for Mike, clean me up down
there."

With no alternative, I got to my knees and started tonguing Luke's
tight hole.  His asscrack was good and sweaty and I loved the musty
scent coming out of it.  He rubbed it in my face good, punishing me
for my hesitation.  I was on my knees for a good fifteen minutes as
his plunged her pussy, and I just kept licking his ass as I heard the
SMACK SMACK SMACK of his nuts nailing Betsy's cunt.  When he was ready
to come Luke pulled out and came all over her stomach, and as he did
he reached behind and grabbed my head, shoving it even further up his
crack.

"You have a towel?"  Betsy asked at least, exhausted and covered in
Luke's semen.

"Sure do"  he laughed, and grabbed me by the neck.  He used my face to
wipe up the jizz from Betsy's stomach.  I lapped at it, trying to get
as much as possible in my mouth.

"That's gross" Betsy complained.

"You love it.  Good thing you're such a dirty little skank."

Betsy stuck out her tongue playfully, "only for you Luke!"

Part of what made the whole thing confusing is that as far as I knew
Betsy WASN'T a dirty little skank.  She had refused the sleep with me
the night we hooked up and just came off as a sweet girl.  Though she
had a reputation for dating athletes, she wasn't known as a skank or a
whore.  But she clearly was a whore for Luke--and, to be honest, I
couldn't blame her. What made Betsy being there even weirder, though,
was as far as I knew she hated Luke after they had a bad breakup last
year.  I guess whatever it was they had disagreed about, they had
gotten over.

Claiming she needed to go to bed, Betsy got dressed quickly and
gathered her things.  When she was ready to go Luke gave her a long,
surprisingly-tender kiss -- which surprised me.  As Betsy left she
smiled at me, a bit sourly, and said: "next time, call a girl back."
She closed the door on her way out.  I guess Betsy had gotten her
revenge.

Luke was pulling on his jeans, and lighting a cigarette at the same
time.  "Don't worry, she's not telling anyway.  That girl keeps a lid
on her reputation tighter than your mouth around my nutsack.  It's all
good."  I must have looked unconvinced, or at least confused, because
Luke held out his Marlboros, "Want a smoke?

***

It wasn't the last time I rimmed Luke's ass while he fucked Betsy, and
in fact he found two other girls also willing to get in on the action.
 James grew a liking for it as well, they called it "Batting Clean Up"
and said it made the fucking 100 times better, getting pleasure from
both sides.  I liked pleasing them and LOVED the taste of their butts,
so I didn't mind having to share them with stupid bitches every once
in a while.  And to be honest some of these girls were really smoking
hot, so I didn't mind seeing that either.  We had many, many fuckfests
until we left for vacation, and I "Batted Clean Up" every single time.

Then, one afternoon after classes ended for the day, I was in Luke's
room giving him just a good old fashioned blowjob, on my knees happily
as he sketched something out on paper for one of his classes.  I don't
know why it slipped his mind to lock it, but suddenly the door slipped
open and his frat brothers Rob and Craig came in nosily shouting:  "Yo
bro you gotta check out this--"

Their jaws dropped as they saw Luke's giant boner, glistening with my
saliva as I bobbed my head up and down it's enormous length.  My eyes
popped and so did Lukes', caught in the act after all this time...

***

TO BE CONTINUED in part THREE

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