Date: Sun, 19 Apr 2009 13:05:06 -0700 (PDT)
From: driskill6@yahoo.com
Subject: Final Four Fuck (Part 2)

Disclaimer: This story is fiction and is not intended to imply anything
about the true sexuality of the celebrities mentioned or any personal
knowledge about their private lives.

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	UNC star, player of the year candidate, and all around wholesome
guy Tyler Hansbrough was standing there, his own blue Carolina shorts at
his ankles, with Dante Cunningham of the Villanova Wildcats behind him, the
6'8", 230-lb senior steadily fucking the guy who'd helped end his season
earlier that night. "All right, bro, you done enough chatting tonight,"
Dante grunted, reaching around to grab Tyler's footlong dick and start
running his rough fingers up and down the hard but sensitive length of the
star jock's pole. Tyler instantly shut up, his lips rounding in pleasure as
Dante jerked him off while deep-dicking him with his 12.5-inch Philly stud
monster. It was fucking incredible to see Hansbrough, the guy every
commentator couldn't shut up about, the guy whose grit and tenacity were
now known across the country, the guy who was the very embodiment of
masculinity for thousands of North Carolina men, enjoying the fuck of his
life from the thick black cock of one of the guys he'd beat.

	Meanwhile, his comment to Korie and Bobby had already paid off, as
the two guys were shaken from the trance Thabeet's throbbing tent had put
them in. The huge 265-pound junior was now groaning quietly as Raymar
Morgan kept fucking him hard and deep, his big arms and shoulders flexing
as he gripped the edges of the couch and tried to hold on.

	"You gonna suck that dick?" Korie said, without taking his eyes off
of it.

	"Fuck, man, I don't know if I can..." Bobby muttered, even though
he felt his ass loosening at just the thought of taking that huge African
cock in one of his holes. It wasn't every day that Bobby Frasor refused to
suck dick. Fortunately, a voice from behind him bailed him out.

	"Don't worry bout it, dude, plenty of cock to go around." Bobby
turned to see Scottie Reynolds, another Villanova star, his 6'2", 190-lb,
nicely cut body on display with his jersey long gone and his dark blue
shorts dipped low enough to show off his v-cut waist as his hand stroked
his cock under the shorts slowly. Bobby's dick throbbed with arousal as his
eyes ran over the well-muscled expanse of Scottie's milky-brown skin, down
to catch sight of the fantastic 10-inch bulge of the Nova guard's cock.

	"Oh, fuck yeah," Bobby said. Within seconds he was on his knees,
his throat full of basketball jock dick.

	Korie had no such hesitations about whether he could take Hasheem
Thabeet's cock, even though if he thought about it he'd realize that the
only time he'd taken a dick that was even close to that size was when
Purdue's Chris Kramer, the handsome, corn-fed Indiana boy, had fucked his
throat with his thick 13-incher. But that didn't stop the confident
Michigan State freshman, who since he'd arrived at college had been
practically starved for cock, searching out his teammates, then turning to
other athletes (an outfielder, a breaststroker, even a quick, hard fuck
with the Spartans' star running back Javon Ringer), before finally moving
into the general population, sucking dick off a hot frat boy here, a hung
lab partner there. So it was only a little step up to think about
deep-throating what had to be the biggest dick he'd ever seen.

	He knelt at Thabeet's feet, looking down past his own
still-throbbing 10-incher to stare at those huge fuckers that kept the
center planted under the basket as he rejected shot after shot. Then Korie
raised his head and stared directly at the amazing tent in Beet's shorts,
and lost his breath -- he'd never seen anything like it, the massive,
powerful rod looking like if Korie tried to suck it, it'd blow his fucking
brains out. But he was ready to try, and he reached up to pull down the
U-Conn star's shorts.

	A raging beast of a cock, even bigger than Korie had imagined just
looking at it hidden under the gray mesh, sprang violently out of Thabeet's
shorts, spraying Korie's face with several drops of hot pre-fuck as it
bounced twice, then came to a stop, aching, dripping hard as it jutted like
a flagpole from Thabeet's ripped body. As Korie got a good look at it, he
thought he might cream his shorts right then -- 15 inches of hard, thick,
take-no-shit U-Conn Huskie dick, curving up in beautiful hardness to where
the bulging cockhead was almost red with arousal and still leaked pre-cum
profusely, now dripping all over the floor as Ray Morgan kept fucking
Thabeet within an inch of his life.

	Korie's heart was pounding beneath his handsome pecs as his eyes
drank in the beautiful sight of Thabeet's prick. He could hear Beet
breathing heavily a few feet above him. And he could see the effect of each
thrust from Ray's dick into the big center's tight muscle butt as Thabeet's
thick, powerful arms, chest, and stomach shuddered in pleasure, his
opponent's cock deep inside him weakening his defenses as even the
strongest drive to the hoop never could. Ray had lifted Hasheem's jersey
high enough to expose his tight abs and well-muscled pecs, and the MSU
forward's big palms were pressed down hard on his fuckbuddy's stomach as he
drove himself deep again and again.

	Finally Korie heard a low, strained voice above him. "Do it,
man..." He looked up and saw Thabeet's eyes, sharp and intense, looking
down at him. "Do it...suck my cock."

	It was just the push Korie Lucious needed to get him over the
intimidation of the 15-inch behemoth just in front of his face, and a
moment later he tentatively opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue to
lick gently along the flared cockhead bobbing in front of him. Thabeet let
out a little grunt, and Korie moved forward, taking all of the fat dickhead
between his lips. Hasheem moaned. For Korie, it was intoxicating to have
even the very tip of such a huge fucking dick in his mouth, rolling its
enormous mass over with his tongue, tasting the first hints of the Huskie
jock's seed.

	Thabeet was groaning louder now as Korie took the cockhead down his
throat and began swallowing the thick dickpole inch by inch. They'd drawn
the attention of some of the other guys in the room, too -- Dante
Cunningham, who was still fucking Tyler Hansbrough, slowed up his pace so
they could both watch as Korie took five, then six inches of Thabeet's
horse-hung meat down his throat. Ty and Kalin were also watching -- the
Spartans' floor leader had finished sucking a hot load of thick Tar Heel
cream out of his fellow point guard, and both guys now sat buck on the
couch, lazily stroking their dicks as they watched Korie swallow seven full
inches of Hasheem Thabeet's prick. Korie's entire throat was stuffed with
basketball jock dick, but he wasn't tearing up, didn't even think about
gagging. He just wanted Thabeet's cock too fucking much.

	"Yeah, suck me, guy," Thabeet grunted, wrapping one huge palm
around Korie's head. He knew Korie physically couldn't take any more of his
massive prong, but he loved the feel of his rival's head bobbing up and
down on his cock. Soon Korie raised his hands and wrapped his strong
shooter's fingers around the last eight inches of the Huskie stud's
monster, then gently began stroking it as his throat kept up the pressure
on the front half. Thabeet was nearing the edge -- the full-service
dicksucking that Korie was giving him outdid any other attempt that had
ever been made on his impossibly huge fuckpole, and Ray's ass-reaming was
doing its fair share to coax Hasheem's load out of his golfball-sized
balls. His breathing got heavier, and Ray's grip on his tight abs got
firmer. He felt Morgan's dick swelling as it repeatedly nailed the spot
deep inside him, and knew they didn't have much longer. Finally Korie
pulled back, letting almost all of Beet's stalk back out in the open, the
fat shaft glistening, veins popping out all along its swollen length, and
began sucking as hard as he could on the tip, attacking the most sensitive
spots with his wide, powerful tongue.

	"Holy fuck..." Beet grunted once, then his whole 7'3", 265-lb body
went rigid, his 15-inch cock throbbed as hard as it had in his whole life,
and he came with a growl down Korie Lucious' throat. As Korie's gullet did
double time trying to swallow the unimaginable load of jock juice Thabeet
was firing in his mouth, his own 10-inch dick, which had been thrusting
unconsciously into his shorts as he downed Beet's prick, exploded without
him even touching it, nine full, thick shots of Spartan jock seed soaking
his green shorts as he felt blissful release. Only a couple seconds later,
Thabeet's tight ass seized like a vice around Ray Morgan's pistoning
9.5-incher, and Korie's teammate groaned loudly as he coated Thabeet's hole
with a load of Spartan cream that easily matched the other guys'
output. His gleaming pecs and stomach hugged tight against Thabeet's
muscular back as he came down off his climax, loving the feeling of the
U-Conn stud's muscular body pressed tight against his. Below them, Korie
was pulling off the cock he'd so patiently and expertly brought to release,
lingering over every last inch of dick he let pass through his lips, making
Thabeet shudder with agonizing pleasure. Thabeet's cum was dripping off
Korie's chin, even the experienced cocksucker that he was unable to get the
whole load down. Fortunately, a second later, Thabeet lifted Korie to his
feet, both of them still a little weak, and pulled him up to kiss him
slowly, licking the remnants of his own load off Korie's face as they
kissed.

	"Shit..." Kalin Lucas whispered as he watched his teammate seal the
deal with the U-Conn beast. He and Ty Lawson had both shot another load all
over the carpet in front of them just watching the threesome.

	"Fuck..." echoed Hansbrough. He lay panting against the other
couch, his own 12-incher spent after Dante Cunningham's smooth fucking had
forced the second load of the night from his heavy balls and out the Tar
Heel champion's broad dickhead, dousing the couch and coffee table with
wholesome Midwest jock batter. Dante's own juice was now leaking back out
of Tyler's well-used hole as he pulled his 12.5-inch meat slowly out of
Hansbrough's ass, savoring the lingering pressure of the Carolina stud's
near-virgin hole.

	Across the room, back near the entrance, the Thabeet threesome's
explosion had pushed Travis Walton over the edge, too, the combination of
Jeff Adrien's determined cocksucking and the sight of his teammate's pretty
mouth getting stuffed full of Thabeet's 15 inches of raw jock dick was too
much for Travis, who moaned loudly as he flooded Adrien's mouth with jizz,
his own muscular 6'2", 190-lb frame racked with the incredible feeling of
the jacked Connecticut senior guzzling down his cum.

	The last to go were Scottie Reynolds and Bobby Frasor, who made up
for their late start with the most intense fucking of anybody in the
room. For two smaller guys, the guards packed a lot of power in their
muscular bodies. Scottie had quickly gotten Bobby on his back on the
carpeted floor, shucking his Carolina shorts and pulling off the jersey to
reveal Frasor's good looking upper body. Bobby breathed hard in
anticipation as he watched Scottie strip off his own jersey and shorts, his
surprisingly thick 10-inch piece springing free and slapping against his
tight six-pack.

	"Damn, bro, that's a serious fuckin' tool," Bobby said under his
breath.

	"You gonna know it is when it's inside you," Scottie
confirmed. Within seconds he was fucking the Tar Heel guard, letting Bobby
reach up to stroke his rapidly inflating dick as Scottie slid his cockhead
over Bobby's prostate over and over. The Villanova floor leader loved
watching the Carolina white boy squirm, his abs crunching, his hand
stroking his rock-hard cock, as he got fucked by 10 inches of thick black
dick.

	Despite Reynolds' quick, hard thrusts into Frasor's tight hole,
both guys held off for a while, just looking at each other's tight bodies,
feeling the pleasure of the rough fucking, and thinking about how fucking
hot it was that they were screwing around with a hard-bodied,
super-talented basketballer they'd faced earlier that night. It wasn't till
Scottie leaned forward, planting at least 6 or 7 inches of his fat dick in
Bobby's cunt and kissing the hot senior deep, that Bobby's dick spewed
another load of cream all over his abs and chest, and Scottie's ass-wrecker
followed with eight shots that coated Frasor's guts with Nova jock juice.

	As Scottie pulled out and the two guards settled into their kiss,
lying back against the wall and just stroking each other softly, Travis
Walton was backing off a similar embrace with Jeff Adrien. Walton looked up
into Adrien's eyes and grinned. He knew that Adrien hadn't gotten off yet,
and even if he hadn't been able to feel Jeff's still-aching 11-incher
throbbing against his bare stomach, he could see in those eyes how hungry
Jeff was for more sex. "C'mon to the back," he said quietly. Adrien
followed him happily, glancing around as the other guys in the room began
pairing off again -- Thabeet sliding half his amazing cock effortlessly
into Tyler Hansbrough's hungry bottom-stud ass, Dante Cunningham bending
Raymar Morgan over his own couch to start fucking his hot ass, teammates
Korie Lucious and Kalin Lucas making out hot and hard, and Ty Lawson just
lying back watching them and running his powerful hand up and down his
9-inch Carolina stud dick.

	As they headed to the back of the apartment, Adrien couldn't help
noticing that his buddies Gavin Edwards and A.J. Price were nowhere to be
found. At the same time, he started to hear noises from a room in the back
that could only be described as several basketball jocks having a lot of
fun...

TBC

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