Date: Tue, 04 Aug 2009 19:17:25 -0400
From: nphillydogg@aol.com
Subject: college ball-16

	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 copyright of NPhillydogg@aol.com).
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COLLEGE-BALL-16
Written by
Eugene Marvin @
Nphillydogg@aol.com


ONE

	Despite the Jaguars' captain's recent game slump, the team had been
on quite a winning streak, losing only 5 games in their regular season to
advance them into the National Championships. With 64 teams at the start,
the numbers quickly cut down to 32 after the first round. The Jaguars beat
the Delroy Devils to advance into the Sweet Sixteen, then crushed DuPont to
move into the Elite Eight. Their current game was against the Hurricanes,
last year's number three ranked team. Coach Brown sat Tyrome Smith out for
most of the first half, only putting him in when he was absolutely sure
Tyrome was ready. On the court Tyrome did his part, passing the ball well
and making most of his shots. But the real star of the show was 18 year old
Clarence Johnson. CJ (as he's best known by his friends) was on fire,
hitting every shot and scoring a precedent 60 points in the game.
	During the last quarter of the game, coach Brown pulled Tyrome,
sending in his relief. He pat the sweaty 21 year old on his back
affectionately, comfortable with the lead they had over the Hurricanes in
the last quarter. "You ready to do what you gotta do...?" asked the coach
as Tyrome walked by, heading for his seat on the bench.

	Tyrome didn't answer, but he knew what the coach was referring
to. He had thought long and hard about what the coach said. Proposing to
Katandrah Wilkins to save face against rumors of his sexuality was a bit
drastic, but if he wanted to be seriously considered as a top NBA draft, he
needed to do something to counter the negativity surrounding him
lately. What pro team would want someone suspected of homosexuality on
their team? He would be considered poison.

	It was during the last point of the game, when everyone jumped up
in celebration of the Jaguar's win and their official admission into the
Final Four against the Sabers, New Castle, and the Seymour Wildcats, that
Tyrome quietly left his teammates behind and made his way over to the
cheerleader's squad where Katandrah was doing her part to keep the crowed
hyped (shaking her pom-poms and doing high kicks and splits).

	Katandrah felt someone tap her on her shoulder as she slowly turned
around to see Tyrome standing before her. Instinctively she jumped into his
arms to celebrate the win, but Tyrome gently pushed her away as he
whispered to her over the cheers of the crowd. The other cheerleaders
stopped celebrating when they saw him reach into his pocket, then
unexpectedly drop down to one knee. A small hush started to befall a circle
around them as more people began to take notice. Word spread quickly about
the room as fans stopped yelling and an eerie silence suddenly fell across
the woods.
       Tyrome pulled a black velvet box from his pocket, then cracked it
open to reveal a shinny diamond ring. Katandrah's eyes bulged as she
covered her mouth to keep from screaming out loud. The other cheerleaders
looked on in envy as Tyrome's teammates wondered what was going on as the
sudden hush caught their attention. "Katandrah Wilkins..., will you marry
me...?" asked Tyrome over the loud speaker, receiving a resounding "YES"
from the cheerleader. The crowd roared again (even louder) as they
celebrated going to the Championship Final Four AND the new engagement of
one of their most beloved players.

"What the fuck was that about...?" asked Mikiah Washington, watching the
scene unfold as reporters covering the game rushed over to interview Tyrome
and his new fiancé. "He just upstaged us!"

"Yeah..., he totally stole our glory from the press!" complained Carter,
watching all the attention go to Tyrome and Katandrah.

"I didn't know Ty and Kat were that close...!" admitted Derek Wilson,
standing next to a stunned Clarence Johnson. "I thought she was just one of
his `break glass encase of emergency' bootycalls!"

"Maybe she's pregnant...?" questioned Clarence, dumbstruck by Tyrome's
proposal as well.

"This ain't the 50's, nobody marries anybody just because their pregnant
anymore!" said Derek.

"You do if you about to get picked for the NBA Draft, and you don't want
your first two years salary sitting on HER coffee table in child support
payments!" countered Jason Outlaw (the team's token white boy).

"So you think she's pregnant too?" asked Derek, as they started to head for
the locker room.

"Makes sense if she is! Don't make sense if she ain't!" said Outlaw,
clueless.

"Who gives a fuck?" said Mikiah, getting more and more annoyed. "How'd this
night suddenly become all about Tyrome Smith? We're going to the fucking
Final Four again for the fourth year straight in a row..., and nobody gives
a fuck thanks to Tyrome's backstabbing!" complained the 21 year old Center,
punching someone's locker on his way into the locker room.

"Well, he needed a break..., after all, he's been having it rough for the
last couple of months!" defended Jason, sympathetically.

"No thanks to his own actions!" countered Mikiah. "That's what happens when
you start sucking dick on campus..., your popularity goes down and you put
your career in jeopardy! He deserved everything he got!"

"Tyrome's a big part of why we got this far..." defended Jason.

"That don't give him no right to steal our thunder!" argued Mikiah. "He
made his bed..., let him lie the fuck in it!"

	As their teammates debated Tyrome's actions and his reasons for
doing it, Derek Wilson quietly wandered over beside Clarence Johnson's
locker..., "How do YOU feel about Tyrome's engagement...?" he asked under
his breath, when he was sure no one was listening.

"What do you mean how do I feel...?" asked Clarence, acting impartial to it
all as he peeled off his sweaty jersey and tossed it into his locker. "What
Tyrome does is Tyrome's business! What's any of it got to do with me...?!"

"Well...I know you had feelings for him at one point..., and I know you
can't just turn off feelings like that easily..." reasoned Derek,
sympathetically.

"Drop it D'..., that chapter closed a long time ago!" said CJ.

"But it's still got to be a surprise to you...!" continued Derek, keeping
his voice in a low key.

"What are you fishing for...? Am I with Ty or am I with you...?" asked CJ,
slamming his locker door, --the loud bang of metal catching the attention
of several players standing nearby.
	Derek looked around embarrassed, not wanting to say anything with
people watching. "Well...??" asked Clarence, impatiently.

"Me." answered Derek, timidly.

"Alright then!" said CJ, wrapping his towel around his waist before heading
for the showers.

	Just then, 45 year old Coach Brown entered the locker room with
Tyrome by his side. "Okay fellas..., So I'm sure you've all heard the news
about Tyrome by now...!" smiled Brown, patting Ty on the back. "Looks like
we'll be celebrating more than just getting into the Four!"

"Yeah..., we heard!" said Mikiah coldly, giving Tyrome the evil eye. "Why'd
he have to pull this stunt on OUR day of all days...?" asked the 21 year
old, angrily. "This was a basketball game, not an episode of Love
Connection! We worked damn hard to make sure we placed in the finals...,
and this mother fucker upstages us in front of the press by proposing to
some cheap whore that most of us in this room had already banged at one
frat party or another!" yelled the dark skin basketball player,
venomously. "Tyrome's been bringing this team's morale down with all these
gay rumors and shit! We think the only reason why he pulled this stunt
tonight was to cover his own ass! He wanted to end the rumors before the
talent scouts came looking..., AND he wanted to deflect that his game's
been in the toilet ever since we played the Wildcats! So stealing our
thunder was nothing more than a publicity stunt!"

 "You're out of line, Mikiah...!" frowned Brown as Tyrome and Mikiah had a
standoff staring contest.

"I'm sorry, Coach..., but there's just some things you don't know or
understand about your precious star of the team...!" continued Mikiah,
seemingly with the entire team's support.

"So..., ALL of you are in on this...?" asked Brown, looking about the room.
	Tyrome's eyes fell on Derek and CJ, whom simply lowered his head
and fumbled with the knot on the towel around his waist, not saying
anything for or against Tyrome. "Look..., I don't know what you guys have
against each other..., but you need to leave your personal hang-ups out
there in the streets! When we're in uniform on the woods..., we play as ONE
TEAM! I don't care who's getting more points, who's showing up who, or who
slept with who's trick the night before! None of that shit matters! If
we're gonna pull off the upset and beat the Wildcats this year..., we're
gonna HAVE to put our differences behind us! And that means ALL of us!"

"I don't know if it's that easy, coach..." said Mikiah, wiping the sweat
from his brow.

"It BETTER be that easy, Mikiah..., if you want to play in the last game of
your college career!" threatened Brown. "I'll bench anybody who doesn't
play as a team! Explain to the Pro drafts why you didn't play in the
closing game championships when you were needed most! See what number you
come up in the drafts then! You'll be playing ball in Iowa with cow dong up
to your fuckin' kneecaps!" yelled the coach, fed up with all the in-house
bickering and tension. "Make it work!" he added before leaving the team to
soak on his words.
	The team slowly began to disperse, taking off their uniforms as
they prepared to hit the showers. There was several championship parties
happening about town, but for championship finalists, the Jaguars' moods
were pretty dismal.

"Let's just hit the showers, Mik'..." suggested Carter, "...we gotta
celebration party to get to!"

"Fuck the party...!" swore Mikiah, eyeballing Tyrome as he walked to his
locker and began to undress. "I'm not showering with that faggot in the
same room!"
	Tyrome looked over at Mikiah as he pulled his sweaty jersey off
overhead and tossed it in his locker. "What the fuck you looking at...?!"
asked Mikiah, standing in front of his own locker in his playing shorts and
shoes.

"I've got your `faggot' right here, Mikiah...!" yelled Tyrome, grabbing a
handful of his crotch.

"Don't you have to get on your knees first, bitch...?" asked Mikiah,
getting a few snickers from the team.

"Fuck you, you asshole!" yelled Tyrome.

"Nah homs..., I'll leave that up to Coach..., you two seem to be butt
buddies anyway now adays! He's always on your fucking jock, like you his
special bitch or something!" said Mikiah, just saying anything to get under
Ty's skin.
       Tyrome tried to hide his shocked facial expression, but it would
have been obvious to anyone who may have been looking at him at the moment
Mikiah finished his statement.

"I'm tired of you riding me, dawg...! If you want to do something we can
always take this shit outside somewhere if you want!" threatened Tyrome,
trying to deflect the sting of Mikiah's words.

"Bring it, bitch!" yelled Mikiah, just waiting for the right moment to
pounce on Ty. "You think proposing to Katandrah's gonna give you
respectability...? Everybody on campus already know you ain't nothing but a
closet homo looking for your next dick to suck! Yo, come MY way and I'll
shove my foot up your ass!"

"Just try it, pussy! I still got the same fuckin' right hook I had before
all this shit started!" reminded Tyrome, fed up and ready to exert his
manhood.

"Yo..., yall keep up all this yelling and Coach's gonna come back in here
and bench everybody!" warned Jason, keeping an eye on the door.

"Coach can suck my dick!" yelled Mikiah belligerently, as his best friend
(Carter) walked over to calm him down.
	At the same time CJ walked over to Tyrome, trying to talk some
sense into him...

"Yo..., get the fuck off of me...!!" yelled Tyrome to CJ, pushing Clarence
back into the lockers. "I wouldn't be going through this shit if it wasn't
for you in the first place...!"

"Fine...! Beat each other's brains out, get benched by Coach, see if I
care...! I still got 3 more years to get MY championship title!" argued CJ,
taking that moment to wash his hands of the whole thing and disappear into
the showers.
	Tyrome headed in the opposite direction, not wanting to be in the
same shower room with a naked Clarence. He needed to get some air, to clear
his head as he headed for the locker room exit wearing only his playing
shorts and shoes.

"What was THAT all about...?" asked Jason, lost by the sauce.

"Niggah's blaming CJ for HIM sucking Darius' dick...! What kinda sick
twisted shit is that...?" asked Mikiah, removing the rest of his
uniform. "That mofo needs a serious wakeup call!"

"Yeah..., he's been walking around with his head in the sky wey too long!"
agreed Carter, stripping down to his jockstrap.


TWO


	Long after the fans had left the auditorium, Tyrome returned to the
Jaguar's locker room after a long brisk walk around campus to clear his
head. He'd been having a lot of problems with his teammates lately, having
to constantly prove himself to people he long ago believed were in his
corner. While Clarence avoided him at every turn off the court, fellow
teammates Carter Sanborne and Mikiah Washington openly belittled him every
chance they got, making his life a living hell. Mikiah (whom often
considered himself the quintessential male) seemed to hate the idea that
for the last 4 solid years he had been working, running, and sleeping side
by side with someone he never suspected had the inclination to be
gay. Tyrome's infamous side bet with the Wildcat's captain (Daruis Jones),
seemed to open up the very real possibility to Mikiah that his long time
teammate was really a closet case ready to emerge.
       Tyrome didn't consider himself gay. It wasn't like he went around
lusting for his teammates. He didn't even particularly find most guys
attractive. He still felt the same as he always had, except..., he could no
longer deny the overwhelming need to feel another man's dick in his
ass. There was just something in him that compelled him to both Clarence
and coach Brown. He could keep it in check most times, but when the fire
came there was little else that could extinguish it.

	Tyrome went to his lone locker (believing himself alone), and
finished undressing. He stripped down bare assed as he wished he had had
time to fuck around with Coach in his office after the game, but things
were far too hectic to risk being caught, --especially with Mikiah making
wild accusations about them. Tyrome wondered if Mikiah was just grasping at
straws, or did he really have good reason to suspect something was going on
with him and the older man? Had Mikiah walked up to coach's office door and
heard them fucking? Or was he just getting Ty's goat?

	Believing himself alone, Ty didn't bother to modestly wrap his
towel around his waist as he causally flung it over his shoulder and headed
into the shower area. He wondered if coach was still up in his office at
this time of night...? Maybe he could stop up and see after his shower? The
older man certainly never turned him down when he needed a quick
one. Coach's door was always open to him (in more ways than one lately).
	Tyrome walked into the shower area, his muscles aching for the
gentle massage of the hot water. But to his dismay, he heard one of the
showers still running. At first he thought maybe one of his overeager
teammates left it on, trying to get to the celebration party early. But as
Tyrome rounded the corner into the dampness of the steamy midst, he heard
the distinct sound of a man's moan.

	Tyrome stopped in his tracks, afraid he may have stumbled in on
Clarence and Derek getting in a quick one before heading for the
celebration. He debated leaving for only a second before venturing forth in
the heavy steam. He quietly approached, fully expecting to see Clarence and
Derek in a compromising position. But as the two shadowy male figures came
into view, Ty covered his gasping mouth in shocked surprise.
	Not more than 10 feet away he saw teammates Carter Sanborne and
Mikiah Washington, engaged in anal sex!

	Carter stood behind Mikiah, whom slouched bent over at the waist,
his hands holding onto the wet shower wall as Carter held his hips,
slamming his hard dick well deep into Mikiah's black bare backside.
	Tyome's eyes widened in disbelief as he watched his two fiercest
accusers going at it like animals. Anger quickly swelled in his heart as he
thought about all the flack the two men gave him, all the while secretly
fucking each other behind closed doors.

	Ty fought the urge to run over and bust them. Instead he snuck back
out to his locker and got his cell phone. He turned on the recorder, then
made his way back into the steamy room.
	When he returned Carter had Mikiah flat against the wall, his naked
chest pressed against the ultimate male's back. Carter was 6'2", 165 lbs,
brown skin and had a nicely muscled tone physique. Mikiah was 6'3", 174
lbs, dark skin, with baby dreads, a goatee, and a deeply muscle tone body
which seemed to glimmer and glisten against the spray of water cascading
against it. He moaned as Carter kissed and sucked on his broad shoulders,
driving the darker skinned male mad as he drove his dick in and out through
his rectum. Mikiah placed his face under the hot water spray, opening his
mouth to drown his erotic groans as he reached back and ran his fingernails
through Carter's scalp. Carter thrust upward into Mikiah's ass, giving his
teammate every inch of his erotic inches as he plunged into him bareback
and balls deep.

	Tyrome focused his cell phone on the two men as they fucked before
him unknowingly. Mikiah's dark dick was standing at full attention between
his legs, water running down off of it like the arm of a tree limb. Tyrome
wondered just how long had the two men been lovers as Mikiah stretched his
neck back to steal a kiss. Carter's lips locked onto Mikiah's as the two
men shared a short but passionate lip lock. When they broke apart, Mikiah
resumed his bent over position, giving Carter total and complete access
into his ass. Carter took full advantage by grabbing Mikiah's waist as he
began to pound into him with a vengeance.
	Mikiah gasped huskily as he reached down and began stroking his own
neglected dick. He stroked it wildly, eager to cum as his backside was
thoroughly fucked. Tyrome stayed hidden out of sight, ignoring the desire
to join in as Carter picked up the pace and started slamming Mikiah's ass
hard.

"Damn niggah, fuck me! C'mon, fuck me! Give me that mother fuckin' dick!"
panted Mikiah, bracing himself against the wall with one arm while stroking
himself with the other. He spread his legs, opening his hole more as he
bent over further. Tyrome could only see half of Carter's dick sliding in
and out of his teammate's ass as his pelvic bone slapped loudly into
Mikiah's bare buttock. "Damn man, ram that shit up in me! Give it to me,
man! Fuck me hard! I can take it! I can take it! I ain't no punk!"

	Tyrome reached down and slowly stroked his own dick as he watched
his teammates fuck. Carter was wailing away at Mikiah's ass with ever
increasing strokes. Ty had no idea how long the two men had been fucking,
but it was obvious that they were nearing the end as Carter reached up and
grabbed Mikiah's muscular shoulders to pull his thick bulky body back onto
his dick. Ty watched as Carter threw back his head and groaned out loud,
sending wave after wave of his thick creamy ball juice well deep in his
friend's ass.

"Oh shit, I feel it! I fuckin' FEEL it!! Aww fuck..., I'm cumming...!
I'm..."
	Ty watched as Mikiah stood up, causing Carter's still spewing dick
to rip from his muscled ass as he stroked himself to a rousing climax. Cum
shot out the tip of Mikiah's long hard dick, splattering against the shower
wall as Carter's dick finished shooting against his tight cheeks. "Aww
fuck, man...! Shit...! AHH...!! Ahhh...!!" grunted Mikiah, losing a heavy
load to the shower wall. He continued to stroke his softening dick as the
shower water slowly washed away all evidence of his indiscretion (or so he
thought).
	After cumming, Carter reached out to pull Mikiah close to him,
wanting to share one last kiss before the moment ended. "Yo man..., what
the fuck...??!" yelled Mikiah, shoving Carter back. "You know I ain't into
that lovey shit...!"

"You always pull away after you cum...!" complained Carter, going back to
his own shower head.

"Then you oughta know me by now...!" countered Mikiah, looking around to
make sure they were alone. "We don't want nobody accidently walking up on
us...!" he said, as Tyrome snuck back out of the shower area out of sight.
	He went back to his locker, punching the necessary buttons to play
back the video he'd just shot. With the thick steamy midst, he could barely
make out the two men fucking, but as he ventured closer, it suddenly became
apparent who the two men were and what they were doing. Tyrome smiled
silently to himself as he shut off his cell phone and hid it in his locker
for safe keeping.

"What the fuck you smiling at faggot...?" asked Mikiah, strolling out of
the shower with his white towel wrapped snugly around his trim waist. His
walk was manly and confident, bordering on cocky. Tyrome found it all the
more amusing that Mikiah was probably just as gay as CJ.

"Mik' man..., chill out...!" warned Carter, walking into the locker room
behind him, his towel carefully draped around his waist as well.
	Tyrome said nothing as he got up from the bench and headed into the
shower.

"You don't think he saw us, do you...?" asked Carter suspiciously, as he
opened his locker to dab on deodorant.

"Naw..., he'd've said something if he did...!" assured Mikiah confidently,
as he shared Carter's deodorant.

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