Date: Fri, 20 Jun 2008 23:04:07 EDT
From: NPhillydogg@aol.com
Subject: college ball -14

	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).

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COLLEGE-BALL-14

ONE

	Wild and crazy rumors started spreading amongst the Jeremiah
basketball team players about just WHO might be behind the gloryhole in the
team's equipments room after practice sessions. Suspicions ranged from some
of the team's cheerleaders (including 2 gay male cheerleaders that seemed
the most obvious choices) to some of the members of the school's
illustrious alumni whom seemed to bend over backwards to accommodate some
of the players requests, to the teams Coach himself. Most of the players
quickly dismissed Brown as the one behind the hot blow jobs, until someone
pointed out that Coach Brown always seemed to disappear just before the
dick sucker shows up at the hole, AND someone else questioned just who at
the school besides the Coach would have keys to the infamous closet leading
to the hole? This caused teammates to wonder if the 6 foot tall dark brown
bald head divorced man was really the one behind the stunning blow jobs the
team's been getting lately?

TWO

	The team had been treating team captain Tyrome Smith "funny" since
their recent loss to the Seymour Wildcats. During the loss the two team
captains had made a private side bet, making the loser perform oral service
on the winner. When the Jaguars lost, Tyrome had to blow the Wildcats
captain (Darius Jones) in the team's locker room. Tyrome's teammates were
against the bet, pleading with Ty to dishonor the bet by walking away. But
Tyrome chose to honor the bet, having lost every bet he'd ever made against
the Wildcats to their team captain.
	Now his teammates looked at him differently, knowing he'd sucked
another man off (an enemy at that).

	During a practice session Coach Brown lectured the team on having
"to do better" in order to beat the Seymour Wildcats and end their
unstoppable streak to the championships. He made the team practice their
offensive moves by making them team up against each other in teams of
two. It was during this exercise that 21 year old Mikiah Washington stopped
dribbling his basketball, spun around and pushed 21 year old Tyrome Smith
backwards violently, nearly sending Tyrome to the ground.

"What the fuck is your problem...??!" asked Ty, catching his footing.

"Keep off my fucking back, man! I don't play that shit!" yelled Mikiah,
lividly.

"We're practicing defense..., I'm supposed to be on your back!" defended
Tyrome.

"I ain't fucking with you, Ty..., touch me again and I'll break your
fucking face!" threatened Mikiah as other players began holding him back
from charging the team captain.

"I didn't touch you...!" countered Ty, inciting more anger in Mikiah as he
tried to break through the barrier separating them.

"What the fuck's going on here?!" asked Coach Brown, having heard enough
confrontation. The other players all started to break away and disband,
leaving the two involved to fend fro themselves. "Ty...? Mikiah...? What's
the problem?"

"I want another partner!" said Mikiah, not wanting to play off against Ty.

"Why?" asked Brown, curiously.

"That nigga know why!" answered Mikiah, pointing at Tyrome.

"What's the problem here? What's going on between you two boys?" asked
Coach Brown, trying to get to the bottom of this. No one said anything as
everyone looked to the ground for answers. "What the fuck am I speaking,
-Chinese?! Mikiah..., answer the fucking question!"

"Ty sucked Darius Jones' dick after the game..." said Mikiah,
angrily. "...I don't want him rubbing up against me.., --touching me
n'shit!"

"Ty did what...??" asked Coach Brown, shocked. The weird looks on his
players' faces all but confirmed Mikiah's statement as true. Brown turned
to Tyrome whom looked on the verge of tears..., "Is this true, Ty...?"
asked Brown, receiving silence as an answer. Everyone was standing around
waiting for the shoe to drop when Coach Brown decided to settle this in his
office. "Ty..., my office, NOW!" he said, clearing the floor.
	Everyone began to mutter to themselves as they headed for the
locker room. Ty walked up to Coach's officer on the second floor of the
practice facility. Brown couldn't help noticing his bad posture and
demeanor as he walked with his head down, his shoulders hunched over as if
defeated. In his officer, Coach Brown closed the door to give them
privacy. Tyrome sat in the available chair as Coach Brown sat behind his
desk.

"Talk to me, Ty..., what's this all about?" asked Brown, asking to be
updated.
	Tyrome took a deep breath before telling Coach about the senseless
bet he made with Darius Jones from the Seymour Wildcats. Coach Brown was
well aware of Ty's and Jones' extensive side bets over the years, knowing
Ty had lost the University sports car the school bought for him last
year. Brown had often warned Ty about making such elaborate bets with his
nemesis, but Ty and Jones has a deep boding need to upstage one another at
every turn. It ate at Ty that he couldn't beat the Wildcats' amazing 3 year
winning streak, coming in second place to the Wildcats as well as second in
top score to Darius himself. Having to suck the star player's dick after
their last loss had been the last nail in Ty's preverbal coffin, pushing
him over the edge of the cliff in depression.
	Coach Brown listened as Ty discussed how ashamed and disgusted he
felt about having to blow his nemesis, and having everyone know about
it. Brown couldn't help but ask the question "but what about CJ...? Aren't
you two still dating?"

"This don't have nothing to do with CJ...!" said Ty, feeling
frustrated. "CJ and I are..., just teammates..." he mumbled to himself.

"I thought you two were closer than that?" said Coach in form of a
question.

"I'm NOT like Clarence, okay...!" yelled Tyrome, emotionally. "...I'm not
gay!"

"Of course you're not..." said Coach Brown, matter of fact. "Gay is a state
of mind, and if you like women you're not gay!"

"I LOVE women...!" corrected Ty. "I fucking LOVE pussy! Love to eat it,
love to fuck it..., if I could literally sleep in it I would!" admitted Ty
wholeheartedly, but Coach Brown sensed a `but' in there somewhere.

"But you like dick too...?" asked Brown, causing Ty's head to drop in his
chest in shame. Coach Brown felt Tyrome's pain, having been there at one
point in life himself. He got up from his seat and crossed over to the boy,
rubbing him therapeutically about the head. "I know when you're young
things seem like the end of the world..." continued Brown, giving his point
of view. "...but as you get older, you realize that it's all not as bad as
it seems. You realize that it's better to be true to yourself and FUCK what
everyone else thinks or feels about how you live your life! It's always
best to be honest, with yourself if not with other people. If fucking women
makes you happy, do it! But if fucking with Clarence and with other guys
you find attractive makes you happy as well, do that too! But don't deny a
part of yourself just because of what other people might think of it..., in
the end you HAVE to live for yourself, not for others! You're the only one
that understands you..., and if you don't like what you see in the mirror,
how could anyone else accept you for who you are?"

	Tyrome listened to what Coach Brown had to say as Brown retuned to
his desk and sat down. Coach left Ty with a lot to consider as he sat there
contemplating. Tyrome got up from his seat and walked over to Brown's
desk. Brown looked up from his paperwork as Tyrome bent forward and planted
an unexpected kiss on his lips. "What was that for...?" asked the older man
as Ty stood up and started to pull his sweaty jersey off over his head,
revealing his strong young muscular torso.

"I..., just wanted to show you how much I appreciate what you said..."
explained Ty.

"You don't have to do that!" said coach Brown, causing Tyrome to question
his acts. "You need to put your shirt back on and hit the showers!"

"But..." said Tyrome, looking confused. "...I thought you wanted me...?"

"Get through tomorrow's game in one piece..., score us another win..., then
IF you still want to mess around, I'm here for you! But not before that!"
offered Brown, not wanting to take advantage of the boy's vulnerability.
	Tyrome left Brown's office, putting his shirt back on before
descending the steps to the main floor. Suddenly he was hit with the
competitive urge to cream the Delroy Devils, their next school opponents.

THREE

	The Delroy Devils (from Delroy University in Virginia) played on
Jeremiah grounds. It became apparent somewhere in the 3rd quarter that the
Jaguars were going to win. It was then that Devils forward Maxwell Morris
asked Tyrome (after hitting his 5th 3 point jumper of the game) if he was
going to blow the Devil's entire team after the game like he did the
Wildcats? Tyrome stood in shock by the comment as Mikiah Washington turned
around and sucker punch Maxwell square in the jaw. The Forward fell to the
woods like a sack of potatoes before his teammates ran over in his
defense. Both teams cleared their benches as a free for all broke out on
the floor. Referees and coach officials rushed out to break up the
fight. Security pulled the players apart as play was suspended while both
teams were taken into their perspective lockers.
	Coach Brown scolded his team for losing control of a winning game,
but praised them for coming forth to defend one of their own. Tyrome was
angry that he was pulled from the game before it ended (as well as Mikiah),
while the rest of the team was sent back out to finish up. Coach Brown left
the two players in the locker room as he went out to cheer on his
team. Tyrome punched the lockers in anger as he ripped off his jersey and
hurled it to the floor. Sensing someone behind him, he spun around to find
Mikiah standing just a few feet away. Without saying anything Mikiah held
out his hand as a sign of peace. Tyrome looked down at it before grasping
it firmly. The two young men shook hands, forgetting their past squeamish
at the practice session before breaking and going their separate ways.

	Clarence and the rest of the Jaguars made quick work of the Devils
and were back in the locker room as the declared winners in less than 10
minutes. The team showered in good spirits before heading out for a victory
party at the frat house. Coach Brown contemplated manning the gloryhole to
celebrate himself, but decided against it as he headed up to his office
instead. 19 year old teammate Robyn Fuller decided to try the gloryhole on
the off chance that the anonymous cock sucker might have showed up despite
the crowds. He ventured out into the equipments room after the crowds had
cleared out of the sports center. He walked up to the exposed hole in the
wall at the far back of the room, looking around to make certain no one was
looking. Once sure he pulled down the front of his sweat pants and pushed
his soft manhood through the small round circle cut into the sheetrock. His
dick dangled exposed on the other side of the room for a split second
before he felt a pair of lips wrap around him.

"Shit..." he sighed, feeling his entire dick engulfed. "Yo fellas...!" he
yelled, warning the rest of the team. "...the dick sucker's here!"
	Some of the other players that had been heading out to the victory
party headed back into the equipments room to find Fuller pressed flat
against the wall, obviously enjoying the hot mouth on the other side.

"What a minute..." said one of the players, looking around the
room. "...where's Coach Brown at...?" he asked, bringing back suspicions.

"What the hell's going on in here...?" asked Brown walking in almost on
cue, causing many of the guys to tremble in their sneakers. Fuller ripped
his hardon from the wet sucking mouth on the other side of the wall, the
hard shaft all wet with the stranger's spit. "You guys think I didn't know
about that hole...?" he asked, watching the player's shock as they tried to
think of lies to explain why they were in the room. "I knew y'all were
getting your dicks sucked in here..., but so long as you were on a winning
streak, I decided to turn my head the other way!" he said, causing some of
the players to grin happily. "I can't say I approve of this..., but so long
as you're not hurting anyone, carry on!" he said before leaving the room.

"Hot damn!" yelled one of the other players, pulling his dick from his
pants and beating Fuller to the hole as the dick sucker wrapped his lips
around his hardening manhood. "Who was the dumbass that thought Coach was
the dick sucker...??"
	Coach Brown headed up the steps to his officer, smiling broadly and
grateful to Clarence Johnson for the heads-up that players were beginning
to suspect him. As a deflection he incorporated the aid of his lover and
roommate Russell Collins to man the hole for him tonight, Collins jumped at
the chance to suck off some hard horny college ballers after a game. Coach
Brown was in the mist of laughing to himself as he thought about how horny
his lover would be after blowing the team (knowing he'd be in for a wild
night at home) when he opened the door to his office to find Tyrome Smith
sitting there waiting for him.

"Ty...?" he asked in surprised. "...what're you doing up here?"
	Tyrome stood up, his slim long muscular body standing 2 inches
taller than the Coach.

"You said if I still wanted to mess around after the game that I could come
to you..." answered Ty, sounding more nervous than horny.

"Wouldn't you rather fuck around with CJ?" asked Coach, knowing the two
man/boys had serious feelings for one another.
	In answer Tyrome pulled his t-shirt off overhead. Coach Brown stood
mesmerized as his eyes drank in all of Tyrome's form. Then Ty tucked his
fingers into his sweat-shorts, pushing them down around his ankles before
standing back up to reveal his semi-hard dangling dick.

	Unable to resist such a tempting offer, Coach Brown closed (and
locked) the door and walked over to the naked Tyrome. "You SURE you want to
do this with an old man like me?" he asked, holding back from attacking the
luscious young man.
	Tyrome answered again without speaking, sinking to his knees before
the Coach.

	Coach Brown sighed aloud as Tyrome pulled down his sweat pants and
pulled out his hard 10 inch thick dick. When Ty first saw the Coach's hard
dick (back in chap-3) he was totally frightened of it, but now after having
experienced Clarence's massive 12 inch monster (and lived to tell about it)
he found himself wanting to rise to the challenge of getting his Coach off
sexually.
	Coach threw back his head, closed his eyes and smiled when he felt
the student's mouth wrap around his dick. He'd been lusting after the star
Guard since his junior year, even back then he first saw the potential in
Tyrome's skills as a professional. He watched the boy grow into a man
physically as well as emotionally over the years, his body growing larger
and stronger with each passing season. Brown knew about Ty's womanizing,
but always hoped beyond hope that someday he'd get the boy in his bed.

	Tyrome couldn't believe he was sucking his 45 year old Coach's dick
in his office, just upstairs from his teammates after winning an important
game. Using the skills he learned while sucking Clarence, Tyrome bobbed his
head back and forth until he was swallowing more and more of the Coach's
hard thick shaft. Coach Brown didn't expect Tyrome to go as far as he did,
but when the 21 year old started to swallow his 10 inch manhood whole, his
dick throbbed with excitement.

"Shit boy..., I WOULD ask where'd you learn to suck dick like this..., but
I've seen your boyfriend's foot long in the showers!" said Coach.

"He's NOT my boyfriend...!" said Tyrome, pulling his mouth off Coach's dick
just long enough to say that before taking it all back in again.

"Whatever..." responded Coach. "...I don't know what's going on between you
two, but you've certainly gained some useful skills from him!"
	Tyrome said nothing as he sucked about Coach Brown's fat dick
head. He looked up at the older man from below, their eyes locking for a
second before Tyrome pressed forward and buried his face in the man's
groin. Coach Brown groaned lustfully as his dick churned in the boy's
throat. He resisted grabbing him by the head and fucking the shit out of
his young throat and sending his thick load straight into his muscled
stomach. Instead he decided to prolong his treat, pulling Ty off his dick
and to his feet.
	Tyrome let the 10 inch hard dick fall from his lips reluctantly, he
too wanted to feel the big dick shoot sludge down his throat, but Coach
Brown had other plans as he pushed Tyrome backwards against his cluttered
desk.

"Yeahhh..." moaned Brown, falling to his knees to admire the hard succulent
9 inch dick and dark hairy balls before him.
	Tyrome watched from above as Coach Brown leaned in and started
licking his ballsack. Brown pushed Ty's legs apart further as he tongue
bathed the sweet nuts and swirled them around in his mouth like a
whirlwind.

	Tyrome eased his ass closer to the edge of the desk as Coach Brown
licked his way lower, tasting the tiny blackbud between his ass
cheeks. Coach Brown went wild with lust as he sucked and tongue fucked the
tight hole, burying his face between the butterscotch colored brown cheeks
as he sucked feverishly at the pucker.
	Tyrome's dick pulsed against his stomach, leaking pre-cum against
his abs as he surrendered his hole to his Coach.

"Fuck me, Coach..." he muttered lustfully under his breath so softly that
Coach Brown didn't hear him at first. After a few more minutes of intense
anus sucking, he repeated his request. "Fuck me, Coach...!" he said,
causing the older man's ears to perk.

"What you say...?" asked the Coach, pulling his tongue from the flexing
bud.

"C'mon man..., fuck me! I wanna feel that big dick in my ass!" insisted Ty.
	Coach Brown jumped to his feet as he reached into his desk for some
lube. He poured a generous amount into his palm then greased his ramrod,
then added some to Tyrome's tight hole.

"You sure you want this, son...?" he asked, lining his dick up to the hole.

"Fuck yeah..." groaned Ty, staring down at the hardon as the head kissed
his tight tiny pucker.
	Coach Brown pushed in, causing Ty's face to squint in pain. The
second attempt managed to bury the head inside the anus. Brown pressed on
as his thick shaft started to bury into the rectum as well. Ty spread his
legs wider as the dick moved deeper, the anal ring squeezing along the
thick column of flesh like a vice grip.
	Soon Coach Brown had his entire dick buried in the hole. His hairy
pubes touched against Ty's ass, indicating the sheathing of his entire
shaft.

	Slowly Brown started to pull back and push forth, effectively
fucking the hole before him. Both Coach and player tried to stifle their
groans, neither wanting to appear too vulnerable in front of the other. But
as time passed and the thrusts began to quicken, soft moans quickly turned
to grunts and groans of pleasure.
	Coach Brown fucked Tyrome Smith with a mixture of love and
lust. Tyrome's dick remained hard against his stomach, consistently leaking
a steady spew of pre-cum as Coach Brown pumped back and forth. His dick
slid in and out with increasing pace as the two men fucked like
dogs. Tyrome found himself giving in completely as his body was pillaged
and plundered by the older man.

	For over 25 minutes they fucked like that, connected only by
Brown's thick thrusting dick as his hairy balls banged into the side of the
desk. He hammered at the player's ass like a power jack, slamming his
pelvis into the ass harder and harder. Tyrome's eyes started to roll up in
his head as his face turned angelic with pleasure. Coach Brown couldn't
resist pulling Ty int sitting position and shoving his tongue in the
baller's mouth while they continued fucking. Tyrome responded by sucking on
the invading muscle, his lips sliding back and forth as if sucking a tiny
dick. Brown wrapped his large manly hands around the player's waist and
started to really pound. Play books and folders full of players information
and formations fell onto the floor in a heap, but the two men kept fucking
as if they hadn't heard a thing.
	Tyrome groaned into Coach Brown's mouth as his dick suddenly
started to pulse and pump out fresh thick ropes of creamy white cum all
over their stomachs. Coach Brown continued to deep kiss him straight
through orgasm. Tyrome's asshole spasm and flexed around his plunging
manhood like a pulse, Coach Brown held off cumming as long as possible but
eventually lost his load to the sucking anus as he shoved forth and came a
geyser of hot jizm straight up into Tyrome's colon. Ty felt the dick
jerking wildly inside him and knew he was being filled with a gush of hot
cum. He accepted the gift as Coach broke the kiss, but remained connected
by the dick and ass.

"DAMN that was a hot fuck..!!" he conceded, staring into Tyrome's eyes. "I
don't mind telling you..., I've always wanted this to happen, but never
thought it would!"
	Tyrome merely smiled as his asshole sucked the Coach's shaft for
more cum. Brown noticed a sting of semen along the side of Ty's neck, and
bent forward to lick it off. He then followed the trails down Ty's chest
and stomach to the wet tip of his dick, sucking the entire shaft in his
mouth to drain it dry. Once done Tyrome climbed down off the desk and
started to dress. He and Coach kissed each other goodnight before Ty left
the office, his ass feeling well fucked and wonderful.

	10 minutes later (after catching his second wind) Coach brown went
back downstairs to check on the gloryhole. The Sport's Center was empty as
all the player's had blown their loads and left for the party. Brown went
into the equipments room to find the 49 year old janitor standing at the
hole getting his dick sucked. He was in the midst of blowing his seed down
Russell Collins' throat when Coach walked in.

"Oh shit, Coach Brown..!!" yelled the janitor, embarrassed as he as pulled
his spent fat dick from the hole and zipped up. "I didn't mean nothing by
this, sir..." he stated fearfully. "...I'd seen some of the ball players
getting their dicks sucked here a few times, and figured why shouldn't I
get a spin?"

"You've been here before...?" asked Brown, realizing HE must have sucked
the janitor off before as well.

"Yeah..., whoever's in that closet's got one hot mouth!" said the janitor,
hoping Coach would fall for the bate and not report him to his boss. Brown
waited until the janitor left before he unlocked Russell from the
room. Russell came out with his shirt soaked to the bone and cum dribbling
from the sides of his mouth. Brown laughed at his lover, knowing he must've
sucked at least 8 players before the janitor came through.

"That was the wildest, greatest, funniest, most exhilarating thing I've
done in years!" stated Collins, feeling on top of the world. Coach Brown
looked down to notice the hardon pressing out the crotch of Collins'
pants. Brown pushed the man back into the closet and closed the door behind
them as he got down on his knees to suck his long time lover off.

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