Date: Mon, 20 Jul 2009 22:01:48 -0400
From: nphillydogg@aol.com
Subject: college ball-15

	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-15
Written by
Eugene Marvin @
NPhillydogg@aol.com
Please DO NOT COPY!

ONE

	Things had been getting kind of strange for college senior, 21 year
old basketball captain Tyrome Smith. After four years of being the school's
darling (having the admiration of alumni as well as the entire student
body) he found himself being on the other end as rumors of his sexuality
spread around the Jaguars basketball team like wildfire.

	Ty had to defend himself from every hater and fag basher that felt
compelled to walk up to him and call him names. Publically Coach Brown and
the Jaguars backed Ty as he denied rumors of being homosexual or having any
interest in men whatsoever. But behind the scenes the team was very much
divided as most of the players kept their distance from him off
court. Tyrome sulked in his room most of the time when he wasn't attending
classes or practicing ball. He kept to himself, saying very little to
teammates who already pre-judged and condemned him. In the face of all of
his adversity, he also had to watch the budding friendships of Clarence
Johnson and Derek Wilson, as they got closer and closer over the weeks.
	Derek and Clarence spent most of their time together, before during
and after practice. Tyrome couldn't help getting jealous watching their
friendship prosper while his reputation and popularity went down the drain.

	Tyrome found himself spending more and more time alone, away from
his friends and teammates. What time he didn't spend on the practice court
or in his room sulking or studying, he spent getting fucked in Coach
Brown's office.
	Coach Brown spent his time running his team ragged. Making them do
exercises, jog around campus, lift weights, and shoot hoops for hours at a
time to get them ready for the National Championships. But when he wasn't
busy beating his team into shape, he was up in his office banging his
team's captain's brains out.

	Tyrome would slip into Coach Brown's office sometime after
practice, when most of the other guys were in the locker room showering and
preparing for some sort of social gathering. Brown would be at his desk,
going over times tables and diagrams to help propel his team
forward. Tyrome would simply walk into his office, close the door, and
strip down naked. Coach Brown would find Tyrome's 21 year old athletic body
hard to resist as the young man would quickly fall to his knees before the
Coach, and pull his erection out from his sweats. Coach Brown would sit
back and watch Tyrome suck his dick, bobbing his handsome head up and down
in his lap, preparing the Coach's prize 10 inch dick for fucking.
	Brown (an aging ex pro-baller) watched Tyrome grease his
masterpiece up with spit before standing up and turning around to sit on
it.

"You don't even ask anymore...? You just come right in and take what you
want from the ole man...?" teased Coach Brown, watching the boy align their
dick and ass.

"I NEED this Coach..." was all Ty would say before sliding down on the
Coach's dick. Coach Brown sat back in his chair and watched his fat hard
dick disappear up his star player's ass as Tyrome settled down in his lap,
pulling his own ass cheeks apart to make sure he had every inch of the
older man's manhood in him.
	Tyrome leaned his back against Coach's chest as he spread his legs
and began fucking himself on his Coach's dick. Brown ran his huge hands
over Tyrome's muscular torso, twisting his tiny erect nipples and making
Tyrome squirm like a fish in his lap. Tyrome groaned aloud as he rested his
head back against the Coach's shoulder, fucking his own ass up and down on
the older man's pole. Coach Brown kissed Tyrome along the side of his
neck. He stuck his fat wet tongue in the 21 year olds ear, sucking on his
earlobe as he ran his hands over his rippling abs.

	Tyrome closed his eyes as he bounced his ass up and down, drilling
the Coach's fat dick up his own ass faster. Tyrome's 9 inch hardon bounced
around in his own lap, flopping around back and forth like a loose hose in
a windstorm. Coach Brown ignored Tyrome's hardon, wanting to take care of
it later. He hugged the younger man's body close to his as he humped his
hips upward.
	Tyrome moaned softly as he squirmed atop his Coach. He tilted his
head sideways as their lips met. Coach Brown slipped his tongue into the
player's mouth, sucking face as they fucked in his office.

	Coach Brown couldn't believe how much ass he'd been getting from
his star player lately. Brown's live-in boyfriend (Russell) was starting to
feel neglected at home, to make up for his lack of sexual appetite, Brown's
been allowing Russell more days at the team's gloryhole. Russell would get
the chance to blow most of the Jaguar's 2 to 3 times a week, his belly full
of young teen spirit.

	Tyrome rose up off of Coach Brown's dick. Brown couldn't take his
hungry eyes off the 6 foot 2, brown skin, muscular player's tight taut ass
as Tyrome simply leaned forward over the Coach's desk to elevate is ass
invitingly, Coach Brown leaned forward and pushed his stubble face deep
between the ball player's round brown ass cheeks and began eating his
fucked hole vigorously.
	Tyrome bit his lower lip as the Coach pulled his ass cheeks apart
and sucked at his asshole like a man starving. Coach Brown loved eating
Tyrome's gorgeous ass, looking up from his vantage point he could see the
muscles popping in Ty's back and shoulders. Tyrome lifted one leg up onto
the table to give the Coach better access to his sensitive spot. Coach
Brown sucked at the tiny blackbud, drilling his taster in and out of the
fat puffy anus. When he pulled his face back from the slick crack and
pulled the cheeks wider apart, he could see a how the once tight anal lips
no longer fully closed after dueling with his 10" dick and Clarence
Johnson's amazing 12" bull dagger.

	Tyrome's body tensed as Coach Brown lifted his wet face from
between his ass cheeks and pressed his dick head back up against the hole
and shoved forth. His dick instantly pushed back up into Tyrome's ass,
stretching the anal ring wide. Tyrome moaned as his ass was penetrated once
again. Coach Brown grabbed his waste and fucked deeply into his ass. This
was what Tyrome wanted, to be fucked good and to forget about his
troubles. His hard dick bumped repeated against the underside of Coach
Brown's desk as his ass was taken from behind. He flexed his anal muscles
on Brown's dick, causing the older man to groan with pleasure. Brown picked
up the pace of his strokes, hammering hard into Tyrome's backside with all
the strength his aging muscles could muster. Tyrome grunted after each
inward thrust, his body jerking back and forth as Coach Brown's pelvis
slapped into his bare backside like a paddle.
	Tyrome lifted his torso up off the desk top, arching backwards to
nestle his head against his Coach's shoulder. Brown kissed Tyrome
passionately about the neck and shoulder, loving how the kid's young body
felt against his. He thrust harder into Tyrome's ass, pinning him against
the desk. Tyrome loved feeling another hard body behind his, feeling strong
arms holding him in place while using his body for his own personal
pleasure. Tyrome didn't want it moment to stop. He pushed his ass backwards
to catch every stroke the older man made up his backside. Coach Brown
started to shake behind him, clutching Tyrome's muscular body as he shoved
his dick in all the way up to the balls.

AARRHHHHHGGGG...!!" yelled Coach Brown, losing a heavy load up Tyrome's
tight ass.
	Tyrome rotated his ass on Brown's embedded dick, loving the way it
jumped and jerked inside him. His own dick was rock hard and ready to bust,
oozing pre-cum onto the floor. Coach Brown pulled himself free of Tyrome's
chiseled ass, then spun the young man around and fell to his knees. Tyrome
gasped aloud as Brown quickly swallowed his 9 inch dick down to the root,
burying his nose in Ty's pubes.

"Fuck...!" he groaned as the older man churned his dick around in his
throat. Brown tightened his lips as he sucked up and down the shaft, his
tongue dancing wildly along the underbelly as Tyrome's dick started to
throb in his mouth. Brown sensed his impending meal only moments away as he
sucked harder. He grabbed Tyrome's hips and bobbed his head back and forth
along the full length of Ty's dick, swallowing the entire rod from tip to
base. Tyrome gripped the edge of the desk as his balls contracted, then
started to spew his seed forth.

"Oh my god...oh my god...oh goddddddddd...!!" panted Tyrome, losing his
body's essence down the Coach's throat.
	Coach Brown felt his mouth being filled with spurt after thick
creamy rich delicious spurt of hot gushing ball juice. He gulped down as
much as he possibly could before allowing his mouth to fill with another
batch. Tyrome wilted and withered against the desk, feeling weak kneed as
his precious essence was being squeezed out from his ball sac. Coach Brown
pulled off Ty's dick, falling back into his chair panting for breath, his
face and chest drenched in sweat.

"You alright, Coach...?" asked Ty, noting the exhausted look on the Coach's
face.

"Not as young as I used to be..." grinned Coach Brown, nearly ready for a
nap. "...you should have seen me in my hay day! You wouldn't've been able
to keep up with me!" he laughed, as Tyrome started to get dressed. "You
okay, son...? Looks like you really needed that lil' session..."

"You don't know the half of it!" sighed Tyrome, not used to being on the
wrong side of the fence.

"Been having a rough time, eh? Player's still treating you funny...?" asked
Brown, well aware of Tyrome troubles.

"It's like all the girls I fucked over the years don't count for shit!"
said Tyrome, angrily, slipping his basketball shorts up over his ass. "My
game don't count..., my reputation don't count..., all the years I've put
into this school bustin' my ass for the team don't count! All they see is
GAY! And what really pisses me off..., is that Clarence, --who really IS
gay..., gets all the respect I used to get! I feel like I'm trapped in a
bad Twilight Zone Movie and don't know the ending! And to top it all
off..., these rumors started just before graduation! How am I supposed to
get first pick in the draft if everybody thinks I'm gay? My career is
practically over!"

"So you're worried about the rumors stunting your career?" asked Brown,
thoughtfully, his sweat pants still down around his ankles.

"Hell yeah! Wouldn't you be...??" asked Tyrome, pulling on his shirt.

"Well..., I know a way you could stop the rumors and get yourself back at
the top of the draft...!" said Brown, catching Tyrome's full attention.

"Really Coach...? How...?" asked Ty, eagerly.

"You have a girl you really tight with...?" asked Brown. "One you trust?"

"Yeah..." lied Tyrome, not really having any special girl in his
life. "...Katandrah!" (from chap-11, pt-1).

"Marry her!" advised Brown. "Get her pregnant! You'd be surprised how
quickly gay rumors stop when people see you as a family man! Even in this
day and time!"

"Marry Katandrah...?" asked Tyrome, unsure.

"Do it quick..., BEFORE the championship game so recruiters will hear about
it!" said Brown, confidently. "Believe me..., I know what I'm talking
about! It won't hurt to knock her up too! Just get her to sign a prenup
first!"

TWO

	While Tyrome's life seemed to be hitting a break wall...,
Clarence's life was blazing sunbeams! His game was kicking into high gear,
getting him the high praise and gratitude he was used to getting back in
his high school years. While Tyrome's game slumped to around the 50%
margin, Clarence's soared to the high 80's. The last two games (against
DuPont and the West Chester Hornets) ranked him as the highest scoring
player of the games, and subsequently got him promoted to co-Captain status
with the Jaguars. His success on the court helped his popularity off the
court, garnering him interviews on the local news channels. Clarence found
himself being approached by more and more fans, particularly female fans
eager to show their new favorite player just how much they loved and
admired him. Clarence was always turning down sexual offers from bold &
brazen girls looking to spread their legs for him.
	Clarence also found happiness off the court in the form of his new
boyfriend Derek Wilson. Clarence and Derek had gotten closer after Derek
came out and admitted to CJ that he was having thoughts of homosexuality
when he had recurring urges to suck dick at the school's gloryhole
(chap-11, pt-3). Since then the two had been practically inseparable,
leaving poor Tyrome feeling left out and insecure. Tyrome however (unable
to verbally express his true feelings for another man), turned to Coach
Brown for the physical love he couldn't get from Clarence. As his
confidence dropped, so did his game. His teammates felt unsure and
uncomfortable around him as doubts about his sexuality whispered around the
locker room.

"I don't give a fuck what anybody says..., a nigga don't suck another
nigga's dick unless he a fucking fruitcake!" declared 21 year old senior
(Mikiah Washington), coming out of the shower area with a white towel
draped around his dark 34" waist. "It just don't make sense any other way!"

"Well..., he did bet Darius...!" defended 20 year old junior (Jason
Outlaw), the team's only white player. "What does that say about
Darius...?"

"It says that nigga gay too!" answered Mikiah, walking to his locker.

"Darius ain't gay..." said Robyn Fuller, one of the team's lesser known
players. "...HE didn't suck any dicks...!"

"If you let another nigga suck your dick..., then you as guilty as the guy
sucking it!" countered Mikiah. "Right Carter...?"

"Damn skippy!" agreed Carter Sanborne (the team's shooting-guard), pulling
his t-shirt on over his head..

"So what about all of us that got our dicks sucked at the hole...?"
questioned Fuller, curiously.

"The Gloryhole...?" asked Carter.

"You're all gay!" declared Mikiah without hesitation.

"Fuck you, man! I ain't no faggot!" responded Fuller.

"Did you get off on it...?" inquired Mikiah.

"Damn straight I did..., nigga's mouth was like magic!" answered Fuller,
spiritedly.

"Then you GAY, nigga! Straight up!" laughed Mikiah, along with half of the
team.

"Fuck you, man...!"

"I don't know about all that shit..." said Carter, "...but I know I
wouldn't let no nigga go swinging on my dick for no fucking bet!"

"So if 50Cent or Terrell Owens came up to you at a party and asked to suck
your dick..., you wouldn't let them?" asked Jason, curiously.

"How much MONEY they offering...?" asked Carter, jokingly.

"OH..., so NOW you're willing to let a man swing on your dick...?!" laughed
Kevin Greene, a 19 year old junior.

"I might consider it for 50 thou!" smiled Carter, playfully.

"Where I'm from that's called being a HOE!" said Greene, informatively.

"A RICH hoe!" corrected Carter.

"So what's the difference if it's for money or to collect on a bet?" asked
Jason. "Ain't it all the same?"

"So long as I'm not the nigga sucking dick, I'm cool with it!" said Fuller.

"That's cuz you GAY, nigga!" snipped Mikiah.

"Yo man..., I'm tied of hearing your ass call me gay!" snapped Fuller,
ready to roll on Mikiah.

"Bring it bitch! Whatca got...?!" asked Mikiah, tossing his towel to the
ground and ready to rumble if necessary. Carter held back his friend,
coming between the two players.

"Calm down man..., we just bull shitting!" laughed Carter, easing the
tension as Fuller walked back to his side of the locker room.

"Man fuck that shit! A lot of niggas from the team got their dicks sucked
at that Hole!" defended Fuller, still angry over being called gay. "Right
CJ...?"

"It's called peer pressure!" said Clarence, ripping off his towel as he
walked to his locker.

"It's a wonder you didn't choke whoever's behind that wall with that big
ass black African cock of yours!" joked Jason, looking between Clarence's
legs.

"Damn dawg..., you almost sound like you admire his dick n'shit! Wussup
with that...? You wanna go swinging on CJ's dick now...?" asked Mikiah,
suspiciously.

"No man..., but look at it...its HUGE!" defended Jason.

"White boys always admire black dicks!" stated Fuller, openly.

"Not yours, Robby..., only the BiG ones!" countered Jason.

"Ooooo..., Snowball's saying you gotta tiny weenie!" laughed Greene.

"That's why his mom and his sister was waiting for me in the mens room
after the game?" joked Fuller, trying to get Jason's goat.

"Yeah..., they never saw a black man with a dick so small!" teased Mikiah,
getting an angry look from Fuller.

"I can't imagine sucking a cock as big as CJ's!" said Jason, bringing a
look of confusion from his teammates.

"Why would you image sucking another man's dick...?" asked Mikiah,
curiously.

"I don't...! I'm just saying..." defended Jason.

"You just said you can't imagine sucking a DICK as big as Clarence's...,
meaning you wouldn't mind sucking a normal sized one...?!"

"Hey..., I've got your mouthful for you right here, Jay..., meet me at the
Hole!" joked Fuller.

"Fuck you, man...! I was referring to Tyrome! All I'm saying is why are you
all are coming down so hard on Ty..., but no one's saying anything about
Darius' involvement?" sympathized Jason.

"Because everybody knows that a dick has no real conscious...!" said
Mikiah, splashing on body scent before getting dressed. "You could be
asleep and your dick will get hard if it's getting sucked on..., --it's the
man who kneels down to sucks the dick that makes the choice! HE's the one
the most at fault for what happens! Right, Derek...?"

"I...I guess..." said Derek Wilson, sneaking a peek over at Clarence before
quickly diverting his eyes guiltily before anyone could notice.

"I've had my dick sucked at the Hole..." admitted CJ, taking the
heat. "It's not easy having a 12 inch dick! Most girls are scared of
it. Whoever's behind that wall is good as shit! Took my dick all the way
down to the balls with no problem!"

"Now THAT'S what I'm talkin' about!" declared Fuller. "Fuck all this gay
talk, a good ass blow job's a good ass mother fuckin' blow job!"

"Sorry man, only girls get to taste this dick!" stated Mikiah, stroking his
long soft dick in his oiled hand. More than a few eyes lingered on his meat
as hje casually stroked it in his palm.
       Just then Tyrome walked into the locker room, causing Mikiah to grab
his towel up off the floor to quickly cover himself (as did several other
half naked players in the room). "Aww damn, there goes the
neighborhood...!" stated Mikiah, watching Ty walk over to his locker.

"Hey Ty..., good practice today, man!" greeted Jason, whose locker was near
Ty's.

"Thanks!" said Ty, opening his locker as he took off his jersey and threw
it inside.
	All conversation ceased as Tyrome stripped out of his practice
clothes, grabbed a towel, and walked bare assed across the room and into
the shower area without uttering another word. Mikiah caught himself
staring at Tyrome's perfectly round buttock before it disappeared behind
the shower room wall.

"So..., we all agree that that nigga is gay, right...?" he asked, surveying
the room.

"As gay as Little Richard singing YMCA on an episode of Noah's Arc!"
responded Carter.


THREE

FRAT HOUSE

"What did you think about what the guys had to say about Tyrome...?" asked
Derek curiously, as he and Clarence entered their room (Clarence and Derek
now shared a room in the house).

"I think it's fucked up!" said Clarence, honestly.

"Do you feel responsible for getting him to this point?" asked Derek,
locking the bedroom door behind them.

"Why would I feel responsible...?" asked Clarence.

"Well..., because Tyrome probably would never've started messing around
with guys if you hadn't turned him!" stated Derek.

"Turned him...?" questioned Clarence, offended. "What am I..., the GAY
maker?"

"Well..., you did turn ME out!" admitted Derek.

"Can't turn out the willing!" smiled Clarence.

"But seriously..., you don't feel no responsibility at all?" asked Derek,
getting back to the question.

"I guess it depends on how you look at it..." conceded Clarence. "I fucked
Tyrome before he fucked me..., (chap-1)...the fact that my mind fuck was
better than his was the risk he took when he started this whole thing!"

"It's just a shame how all of his hard work over the last 4 years might be
coming down to his sexuality instead of his skills!" said Derek,
sympathizing. "People are so quick to put athletes on pedestals, then knock
them off as soon as we make a mistake!"

"That's life...!" said Clarence. "...and if Tyrome is planning on going to
the pros, he's got to get his shit in order as well as his game! He can't
go around making dumb ass bets like the one he made with Darius, and let
people know about it! How else did he think everyone was going to react?
Why the hell you think I haven't come out yet?"

"Do you ever plan to? Come out, I mean...?" asked Derek.

"Maybe..., after I've graduated and already made my millions as a
pro-baller!" said Clarence. "I'd like young urban kids to know that you can
be gay..., you can like men, and still be a good ball player! We all ain't
cut out to be cheerleaders!"

"I don't know if I could ever come out..." admitted Derek, meekly. "...my
parents are Jehovah's Witnesses..., they would probably disown me!"

"God knows what you are no matter what face you show the world!" said
Clarence, pulling off his hoodie. Derek's eyes smoldered over his
roommate's body as Clarence tossed his sweat shirt onto the ground.

"I can't believe I'm letting another man fuck me..." he said, more to
himself than to Clarence. "...and with a 12 inch dick at that!"

"When you decided to become gay, you did it BIG!" joked Clarence, taking
Derek in his arms.

"I didn't decide...!" defended Derek, knowing he would have this argument
with his parents one day. "...I've always had these feelings somewhere
inside of me..."

"You're preaching to the choir, babee..." said CJ, kissing Derek on the
lips.
	Derek gave in as Clarence enveloped his 6 foot 1 inch frame in his
6 foot 4 inch wing span. Clarence pressed his tongue into Derek's mouth,
swabbing his orifice with a smoldering French kiss as his huge black hands
reached down and cupped the 19 year old sophomore's ass through his
sweats. Derek melted in Clarence's hands, their bodies pressed together as
one as their mouths melded with passion.

	Derek could feel Clarence's huge dick pressing down his pants
leg. He couldn't help reaching down to feel it, always amazed at the length
and width. It was like feeling the body of a fat Boa constrictor.
	Clarence sucked on Derek's tongue as he fit his hands down into the
ass of his sweat pants, cupping his bare bottom through his jock strap. His
fingers toyed along the crack of Derek's ass, his middle finger nudging
into the tight hole. Since moving in together, Derek had been receiving
nightly injections from Clarence's 12 inch python. He's often had to bury
his head in the pillows with rap music blasting to keep their teammates
from knowing what was going on in their room at night.
	Clarence loved having a nice ass to pack full every night, he'd
often times sleep with his dick comfortably inserted up Derek's backside
just to let him get used to having something big in his ass.  Derek would
often wake up to feeling Clarence's fat pole sliding in and out of his
exit. Derek never declined Clarence the chance for sex, wanting every
waking opportunity to please his man. Clarence would slow grind Derek until
he couldn't take it anymore, turning him over onto his stomach to finish
what they started.

	Clarence broke off kissing Derek long enough to slip down to his
knees and slide Derek's pants down to his ankles. Derek's 7 and 1/2 inch
dick tented out the jock, Clarence peeled the elastic aside, exposing the
erect hardon. Without a moment's hesitation he leaned forward and took the
hard dick into his mouth.
	Derek groaned softly as his boyfriend swallowed his dick all the
way down to the pubic hairs in one swoop. It amazed him that Clarence was
so skilled a dick sucker at only 18 years of age. He must have had some
childhood!

	Clarence smashed his nose into Derek's pubic hairs and breathed in,
smelling the erotic aroma of his groin before pulling his head back to drag
his thick rubbery lips up the shaft of his lover's dick. He bobbed his head
back and forth, sucking the full length of Derek's pud, running his tongue
along the sensitive underbelly and sucking robustly about the flaring head.
	Derek felt his knees grow weak as his boyfriend's face slapped
repeatedly into his pelvis, his dick slipping directly into Clarence's
throat. Clarence loved sucking dick, particularly straight boy dick. He
bathed Derek's stiff standing manhood in spit until it was close to losing
its cargo. Sensing Derek was near climax, he spit the dick from his mouth
and attacked the balls. Derek was pushed back onto the bed with his
testicles still in CJ's mouth as Clarence removed his sneakers, socks, and
pants before throwing his muscular legs into the air. Derek knew what was
coming. In the short time he had become Clarence's lover, getting his
asshole eaten was his favorite part of sex.

	Clarence was a skilled ass eater as he pushed Derek's legs up to
his chest, exposing his vulnerable hole. Derek and the rest of the
basketball team had showered in the locker room after practice, so Clarence
had no qualms about shoving his face between his ass cheeks and sucking out
his sweet brown hole.
	Derek groaned helplessly as his asshole was licked, sucked, then
penetrated by Clarence's long wet talented tongue. Clarence had a tongue
that rivaled the great Scooby-Doo. He parted Derek's cheeks and sealed his
lips to the anal lips and stuck his tongue as far up the anal chute as
physically possible, then he darted his tongue in and out, effectively
tongue fucking his boyfriend's asshole.

	Clarence slipped off his clothes as he pressed his face up his
baby's ass. He fisted his own long hardon as he prepared it for the long
journey through Derek's colon. After nearly 15 minutes of solid ass eating,
Clarence pulled off, leaving the hole dripping wet with slick saliva. He
grabbed the anal lubricant they stashed near the bed and began greasing his
big dick and Derek's asshole.
	Derek pulled off his own shirt overhead as he watched Clarence move
into position to fuck him. His heart beat raced as he waited, feeling his
boyfriend's finger slip into his asshole, followed by his slick dick head.

"UUHHHHHHH...!" groaned Derek, aloud. Despite the many weeks of anal
penetration he'd been receiving every night, his asshole still stung with
vicious pain whenever Clarence's fleshy knob broke through his rectal ring.
	Clarence took his time inserting his dick, he knew Derek needed to
be made love to slowly in order for him to take it all. He slid his dick
half way up his lover's tight ass before Derek's eyes began to
widen. Clarence lay down on top of him, kissing his mouth and making him
relax before shoving the rest of his meat inside. Derek's yipped as his gut
was packed full. His legs spread wide to accommodate Clarence's long slinky
body. Clarence ground himself around in Derek's socket before getting up
into pushup position to began pumping his hips, driving his dick in and out
of Derek's straining hole. Derek breathed heavily, trying to calm his body
and be more receptive. He ran his hand behind Clarence's head, looking
longingly into his eyes as he felt a warm flush rush over him. He wanted to
please Clarence in the worse way, selflessly offering his ass for his
boyfriend's pleasure.

	Clarence loved how Derek's asshole felt around his dick as he sank
deeply into his rectum with every plunge. The warm moist feeling of the
tight flexing ring kept his dick rock hard for the full 20 minutes he spent
sawing his man-meat in and out of his lover's spread globes. Every 5 minute
interval caused Clarence to fuck harder, thrusting his dick deeper into
Derek's ass. They changed positions only once when Clarence rolled him over
onto his stomach and reinserted his dick into the hole. He lay Derek's
prone back, his long slim muscular legs in-between Derek's as he humped his
ass up and down on top of him.
	Derek squirmed about underneath, feeling the manly thrust of
Clarence's full length up his spread backside. His own hard dick rubbed
lewdly against his mattress, bringing him closer to climax as he arched his
back, lifting his head to kiss the man that was fucking him so deliciously.

	Clarence leaned forward, stretching his neck to kiss the man making
his dick feel good. He didn't want this moment to stop as he drilled
through the molding rectum. He stuck out his tongue as Derek latched his
lips to it, sucking the long wet taster as Clarence continued to dunk his
foot long in and out of his man's doughnut hole.
	Derek's body started to quake and tremble as he began to lose
control of his actions. His legs shook as his ass cheeks quivered on the
verge of orgasm. He panted breathlessly into Clarence's sucking mouth as he
came all over the mattress his dick rubbed against. Clarence could feel
Derek's climax as his entire body quaked and shook. He could feel Derek's
anal muscles spasm around his dick, gripping him like a vice as he
continued to pound into him with renewed strength. When Derek's climax
subsided Clarence was surprised to feel his dick sliding through easier, as
if Derek had came from the inside like a vagina.

"Shit man..." gasped Clarence, loving the way Derek's body felt. "...I can
feel you cumming n'shit! You having an anal cum?" he asked, passionately
kissing the side of Derek's face as his friend gasped and choked a
response...

"I can't help it man..., I couldn't control it! I've never felt anything
like it before...!" said Derek, referring to the way his body quaked and
trembled like the spin cycle of a washing machine.

"Stop moving...!" warned CJ, shoving his dick all the way inside to keep
from cumming too soon. He didn't want to cum yet as he stood perfectly
still, hoping the feeling would subside so he could keep riding Derek's ass
a little longer.
	Derek's insides were super hot and wet, the moisture attacked
Clarence's dick like the heat from a sauna. But Derek was too far gone to
just lay there with Clarence's huge pole buried inside him. His ass was
feeling so good with CJ's meat clogging his colon that he couldn't help
rotating his hips, churning the mighty rod around inside him.

"awww fuck man..., I told you NOT to move...!" yelled Clarence,
accidentally shooting his load forth. "AARRRHHHHH...!!" he shouted aloud in
a mixture of frustration and lust, flooding his boyfriend's insides with a
huge healthy rush of thick rich creamy spool.

"Damn..., every time you come in me it feels like a water hose was turned
on...!" moaned Derek, his innards getting soaked in sperm.

"You LOVE it though, don't you...?" laughed Clarence, falling atop Derek's
back exhausted.

"I love YOU!" whispered Derek, looking back over his shoulder.
	Clarence tightened his grip as he wrapped his arms about Derek's
torso and ground his pelvic bone into his bare bottom...

"I love you too, nigga!"

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