Date: Sun, 28 Mar 2004 03:46:29 -0600
From: John Doe <lostinaustin2000@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Shooting Guard, Part 1

This story is completely fiction and is not meant to be a true reflection of
the NCAA or the University of Florida.  Any resemblence to actual persons is
conincidental.

Warning:  This story contains references to sexual relations between
(semi-)consenting young adult males.  Please go elsewhere if you find this
offensive or local laws prohibit you from reading this.

Constructive criticism always welcome.

Here's to March Madness!  Enjoy!!!

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The arena swelled as the throngs of fans witnessed a comeback of epic,
mythical proportions.  The game changed dramatically as the underdogs of
Savannah State put on a shooting clinic in the second half that would have
made James Naismith smile.  They knocked off the top-seeded Gators in the
second round of the NCAA's.

The looks on the faces of most of the Florida players were almost
indifferent.  A team filled with McDonalds All-Americans, the Gators were
built to be the cover story, and really only comoftable playing in "marquee"
games.  The top Gator was the exception to this rule.  Drew Gavin, a 6-3
sophomore shooting guard known for his agressive scoring in clutch
situations, was a gamer no matter the game.  Skinny, blonde, with a golden
tan and muscles indicating hours of running and natural strength, Drew was a
cool customer, with an easy smile and a southern charm developed during his
Atlanta prep school days.

But Drew had a fire in his stomach, which showed itself many times, whether
it was in the SEC tournament, where he scored 19 points in the fourth
quarter to lead the Gators against top-seeded Kentucky, or playing poker
with the seniors on the team, where he'd lay low for a while before dropping
full-houses and flushes to win "favors" from his co-captains.

That fire was there when he was around his girlfriend too.  Ashley Carter
was perfect in just about every way you'd expect a Florida girl dating an
All-American to be, and Drew took full advantage of being simultaneously the
most popular, most talented and best-looking player in Division 1
basketball.  Their sex was athletic, passionate, and loud.  It helped
immensely that she had stamina and that he was 19 and had a good-sized cock.
  It wasn't enough that he was irresistibly cute and built, but the 8 inches
of flesh hanging between his legs put him over the top.  Ashley was often
sore enough walking to class the next morning that Drew's teammates would
see her and ask Drew which round the knockout came in.

But tonight, after the 2nd-seeded Gators got knocked out by the 10th seeded
Tigers, Drew wasn't looking or feeling like an All-American.  And there was
no Ashley to help him de-stress after this debacle.

This did not go unnoticed by Kevin Altman.

Kevin was a freshman who was just a sports junky and loved everything Gator.
  He moved to Gainesville after growing up in a town about an hour from
Cincinnati in a parochial school where his world view consisted of Taco Bell
and Chuys.  He knew he had feelings for guys, not for girls, and he also
knew that Southern Ohio wasn't the best place for him to explore those
feelings, So, he won an academic scholarship to Florida, of all places, and
shortly after arriving on campus, impressed one of the assistant coaches
with his basketball IQ at a campus welcoming event and got his gig as
part-time Student Manager, which is basically the 21st Century title for a
'waterboy'.

Being on the staff of a major college athletics program certainly had perks
of living a semi-high life and being in close contact with some of the
hottest young men on a college campus.  But it also meant he had to keep a
low profile about his being gay.  Though campuses were very open places,
basketball teams were another story, and 'fag' talk was not uncommon in the
locker room and on court.  He had been living as a gay man only in his mind.
  But almost every day after a practice or a game, he'd go home and search
the web for some kind of action photo of his boy Drew, and spend the next
hour having a party of one with his computer and a bottle of petroleum
jelly.

After this debacle, Kevin watched quietly as the team settled into the
locker room.  The year had been almost all highs: preseason media attention
for the school, a huge win over Kentucky, a couple of articles in Sports
Illustrated.  Kevin was even in the background of one of the pictures.  But
tonight, the Florida swagger was gone.

Kevin had almost unconsciously started following every move that Drew Gavin
made when they were in the same room.  He even volunteered for towel duty in
the locker rooms after practice, because it would almost always guarantee
some shirtless views of Drew's cut chest and guns, and, on occasion, full
nudity, which made Kevin more than a little light-headed (Drew's presence
was so much more impressive than the scrawny boys on his high school squad
that he used to gawk over).

Drew and Kevin had chatted on occasion, and Drew kind of liked hanging
around him because Kevin had an almost encyclopedic knowledge of the game,
and could always drop a line that would make Drew laugh.  Kevin was on
clean-up detail after this game, and was supposed to make sure that the team
was taken care of at the arena.  Kevin watched as national TV peppered Drew
with tough questions and local newspapers came and went with their angles on
what was becoming known as the "Gator meltdown".  Drew's answers went from
sad to irritated to restlessly bored.  He had lost his jersey top by the
end, leaving him bare-chested which caused Kevin's eyes to perk up.  Kevin
decided he would definitely be taking this interview footage home for some
personal use.

Soon the locker room began clearing, since the underdogs of Savannah State
were the real story of the night.  Players showered and headed for the
buses, coaches started making phone calls and arranging travel back to
Gainesville, and media had moved on to bigger and better things.

"Drew, there's an agent outside," said Bryce Tyler, who worked in
Communications for the Athletic Department.  "Nash Aldridge, he's pretty
big-time...wants to talk to you about your draft prospects".

"An agent?  Right now?"  Drew asked.

"Want me to tell him to get lost?" asked Tyler, always deferential to his
stars.

Drew thought about it for a moment.  His mind was still out on the court
from that night, beating himself up for shots that clanged out, and jump
shots he could have blocked but didn't  But he had enough presence of mind
about his future NBA prospects to be willing to hear whatever Aldridge had
to say.  He got up and sauntered his way toward the exit.  He spotted
Dershaun James, one of the assistant coaches.  Even in defeat, he was a cool
customer.

"Hey Der, is it cool if I stay and talk to this dude for a minute?"

"All right, but we're all gettin' the fuck out of this place - I'm sick of
this shithole town," said James, never one to hide his feelings.  Coach Der
quickly scanned the room and spotted Kevin.  He reached for his wallet.

"Yo man, take this and make sure my man gets a cab back to the Hyatt when
he's done, OK?"  Coach said to Kevin.

Kevin jumped at the chance to basically be Drew's valet for the night.  He'd
gladly make sure Drew found a cab, was well stocked with water, or would
have help, say, getting out his underwear.  Whatever Drew needed.

Kevin watched as Aldridge put his hand on Drew's shoulder several times and
let out a laugh that was just a little too loud.  Drew was listening, but
his body showed no emotion.  He nodded quietly, and then shook hands.
Aldridge left a card, then was off to find the next big thing.  Drew slowly
walked himself back into the locker room.  He glanced up at Kevin.

"S'up chief," Drew said in his slight Southern drawl.

"Nothing much, man.  Rough deal out there.  I'm saw that punk-ass
hand-checking you all night and you never once got a call.  Want me to go
track down the ref and kick the shit out of him?" Kevin said with a
tentative grin.

Drew smirked.  "Naw, man, its done.  If I'd hit those 3 wide open shots,
we'd  be partyin' tonight."

He let out a deep sigh and leaned back, closing his eyes and extending his
legs.  Though only 4 inches taller than Kevin, his presence, the team shorts
he was still wearing, and his skinny and muscular frame made him seem almost
larger than life.  Kevin glanced down, pretending to be joining him in a
moment of reflection, but in reality he was checking out the goods on the
All-American now sprawled out 2 feet away from him.  It made Kevin happy to
know that Drew was comfortable enough in his presence to let his guard down.

"You know what, fuck all this,"  Drew finally said, quietly.  "Its time for
a little medicine".  He scanned the room half-heartedly, reached into his
bag and pulled out what Kevin was almost certain was premium pot.  He
started quickly rolling a joint like an old pro and gave Kevin a little
taste of his own.  Less than 2 minutes later, the afterglow was on, and Drew
was on too.

"...and then this chick is like, 'Yo baby, you're gonna call me, right'? as
I'm pounding her from behind, just like 'bam' 'bam', 'bam'".

By now Drew was off his chair making thrusting movements and grabbing his
crotch.  Kevin smiled and laughed, and though seeing his dream stud
thrusting his hips and basically fondling himself right in front of Kevin,
he was ready to move on from the bimbo talk.

"You and Ashley seem pretty cool together," Kevin said.

"Yeah, we're tight.  Tell you what, bro?  That girl has a mouth like...I
don't even know."

"Yeah?"  Kevin said, some elecricity starting to pick up between my legs.

"Yeah...." Drew's voice got quieter.  "All right, just between you and me,
though...we got this thing we do after all the games, when the locker room
clears out, she sneaks in and just blows me next to my locker.  Right there!
  The girl's all squeaky clean, you know, but when its game time, she takes
care of me.  I fuckin' NEED it for the stress relief, too.  And damn, bro,
can she do it.  Her mouth gets all wide and shit, which is good, 'cause I
ain't small, you know.  I mean, I got myself some equipment, and she can't
get enough.  She takes the whole thing and then I cum all in her mouth and
she just takes it!"

Kevin was stunned, and was staring into space, visualizing his stud getting
blown.  There was some intensity in Drew's eyes by now too, residue from the
game that the pot hadn't yet taken care of.  There was also a serious tent
forming in Drew's game shorts, right next to the little Nike swoosh.

"And now, she's not even here," Drew continued, frustrated.  "And this is
like the most stressful night of my life....Fuck...,"  Drew threw the towel
on the ground collapsed back into his chair.  He was still a kid, after all.

Kevin's brain was now criss-crossing with ideas.  His whole purpose of being
at that moment was to find out more about Drew's blowjobs, and in his
ever-expanding fantasy world, to get his mouth filled with Drew's
All-American meat.  The drugs emboldened him, enough that he started
talking...

"You need that blowjob after every game, huh?" Kevin said as he hit his
joint.

"Fuck yeah, dude.  I haven't seen Ash since the tournament started, and
cheerleaders give shitty blowjobs, so it ain't even worth it. I'm about to
bust a nut, my man."

Drew was rubbing himself and not even realizing it.  When you're the top
dog, you pretty much do whatever you want.  Drew looked up suddenly.

"Hey, you wanna swallow some meat, brotha?"  Drew asked with a sly grin on
his face, but immediately busted out in laughs.

"I'm just fuckin' with you, dude".

Kevin had one of those moments when the lust of youth overtook all caution
and better judgement.

"Coach Der said to take care of you, Drew."  Kevin slid off his chair and
slowly crawled over to the guard.  He was watching Drew's face for a
reaction.  If Drew freaked out, Kevin would laugh it off as a joke.  But he
was intending to push it as long as the stud would allow.

Drew was smirking that cocky smile that drove Kevin and every girl he came
in contact with crazy, and he almost certainly didn't think that Kevin was
serious.  Which made what was said next all the more surprising.

"Dude, I'm serious about taking care of you.  That's what I'm here for, and
you need what you need...," Kevin left out the part about lusting for his
cock like it was some kind of life-saving device.  He rested his hands on
Drew's knees, leading Drew to sit up a little more squarely in his chair,
eyes narrowing.  After a moment, a smile that said 'No fucking way you'd
actually do this' spread wide across Drew's face and he leaned back, putting
his hands behind his head.

Kevin took a deep breath.  How exactly had he gone, in just a matter of
months, from sitting quietly in his room jacking off to pictures from his
school yearbook, to being on his hands and knees in front of the top college
basketball player in the region, who it just so happened also happened to be
a blonde stud with a huge cock?  Kevin started to panic, though, and tried
to laugh it off, starting to get up when Drew grabbed the back of his head.
Kevin forgot how damn quck this boy was.  He was like a fucking cat.

"Whoa, whoa.  Where you goin', guy?  C'mon, it'll be quick and easy, just
suck on my dick for a couple of minutes, I'll shoot my wad and then we'll be
done.  It's nothin', like lickin' an ice cream cone.  And let's be honest,
how often do you get to blow the Player of the Year?"  as Drew cooly laid it
out with that damn smirk, Kevin was stunned by his brazen cockiness.  He was
also even more turned on.

Drew raised his bubble butt off the chair long enough to pull his jersey
shorts to his ankles with the free hand that wasn't controlling Kevin's
head.  His Gator blue Jockey athletic briefs held a bulge that jumped out
from his body.

"Go on, Kev, pull down my shorts."

"Drew, I was just fucking around...c'mon, let's head back to the hotel.  We
can chill in your room, and..."

Drew's smirk was gone now and his look was all business.

"Kid, you're sucking my cock right now.  It can be easy for you, or it can
be hard.  Your call."

Kevin ignored the irony that Drew, just one year older than him, was calling
him kid.  Right now, Drew was the one calling the shots. With his hands
trembling, Kevin pulled at the elastic waistband.  He felt the body heat as
his hand passed over Drew's cotton-covered penis.  He was in the process of
pulling the briefs down when Drew's meat was freed from its cloth prison.
It sprang out and bounced off Kevin's hand.  Kevin had to stop when he saw
what Drew's penis looked like fully erect.

In the showers, he could tell that Drew was a big boy, but now seeing it up
close was just stunning.  Drew had features that honestly made him seem like
a teenager: boyish good looks, floppy but short blonde hair, no facial hair,
smooth skin all over.  But the muscles on his slender frame, most notably
the 8-inch muscle between his legs, were those of a man.  This guy was just
a physical gift from the Gods.

By the time Kevin got Drew's jockeys down, Drew's cock was fully hard and
pointing straight at his face.  Drew settled even more into his chair,
spreading his legs a little more.

"Kev, man, you can do it.  Just you open your mouth up....yup...a little
more.  Good.  Its gonna take some getting used to with something that big in
there...Ash still gags after a couple of inches."

He put both hands on the back of Kevin's head and slowly pulled him toward
his naked crotch.  Kevin's eyes expanded as the 8-inch sausage got closer.
With his mouth opened as wide as it would go, Kevin closed his eyes and felt
thick warm flesh penetrate his mouth.  Kevin couldn't believe how much just
part of Drew's dick filled him up.  His lust started to take over, and even
with just a third of the penis in, he started sucking in with his cheeks.

"Oooohhhhhh, yeah....that's it dude.  That's how I like it,"  Drew moaned,
eyes closed, head tilted back.   Drew continued to pull with his hands at
the back of Kevin's head.  Drew wanted his whole cock swallowed, and Kevin
felt some panic.  He tried speaking, begging Drew to slow down.
Unfortunately, someone had put a big dick in his mouth, and coherent English
was just not possible.

"Mmmph oooo uuuuccch," Kevin pleaded.

"Yeeeeeeahhhh, keep sucking me guy,"  Drew cooed.

Kevin was gagging as Drew pushed more and more in, but he had to keep taking
it.  Before long, all 8 inches were in, and Kevin was staring directly into
the treasure trail from Drew's belly-button to his pubic hair.  Kevin was
rock hard, and tried to start jackng himself at the same time.  By now, Drew
was pulling his head up and down on his cock.  Kevin had read online that
licking the cockhead was a major plus when giving a blowjob, so he tried
doing that as Drew was pulling back.

"Yeahhhh baby, suuuck me....oooohhhhh, suck it down,"  Drew moaned as
Kevin's dimples showed him putting as much suction as he could to enhance
the pleasure.

Kevin looked up as he settled into his rythmn and realized how hot this
situation was.  Here he was, sucking off Drew Gavin.  THE fucking Drew
Gavin, the 6 foot 3-inch boy wonder for the cockiest, most talented team in
the country.  And he even had Drew's face contorting with pleasure.  Drew's
thick legs were locking up and pressed against Kevin's shoulders.  Drew's
pecs and biceps were flexed as he breathed in and out heavily.  His hands
were shifting on Kevin's head as the cum welled up in Drew's balls.

Both guys knew what was coming next.

"Yeah, dude, keep on goin'.  I'm almost there, man."

Kevin didn't think Drew could get much bigger, but he could feel the cock
pulsing and throbbing against his tongue and lips.  He reached and fondled
Drew's balls.  Kevin sensed that Drew was about to cum, and was planning on
pulling off, to enjoy watching this stud shoot his load all over the locker
room floor.

Drew had other ideas.

"Ohhh, yeah, here comes, swallow it for me, guy..."

Kevin began pulling off, nervous about the prospect of tasting another guy's
jizz, but Drew was determined that Kevin was going to drink his juice, and
Drew's strength took over.  As he pulled Kevin's head with both hands, he
swallowed the entire cock and Kevin's lips smacked against Drew's pubic
hair.

"Fuck.....oh....oh.....ohhhhhhh.......My...Godddddddddddd......," Drew's
legs flexed, his chest heaved out, and his rocket exploded.

The cum came spilling out of Drew's cock and straight down Kevin's throat.
Kevin didn't know how much there would be, but he drank and drank (not much
choice, really).  It was warm, hot actually, and Kevin quickly learned that
a tall athlete with a lot of pent up agression and a big dick shoots a lot
of cum.  As Drew kept on flowing, the amount of cum that was erupting from
Drew's boy penis down Kevin's throat and into his stomach became
overwhelming.  The white cum soon started leaking out the sides of Kevin's
mouth.

Kevin swallowed as much as he could, and as the ejaculation abated, still
tried to suck out every last drop of cum out of Drew's fleshy tube, trying
not to spill.  Waste not, want not, Kevin thought.

Drew was done, and pulling all 8 inches out of Kevin's spent mouth, slapped
his cock out and against Kevin's checks, a sort-of goodbye slap, then fell
back into his chair, smiling.

"That was good, man.  Just what I needed," Drew said.  He slowly started
packing clothes into his bag.  "Ashley could learn a thing or two, you
know?"

Kevin had fallen back, exhausted.  He stayed sitting against the wall, while
Drew showered up.  Drew dressed, and, wearing a GQ-looking suit, started
heading for the door with Kevin carrying his bags behind him.

Back at the hotel, there were some fans still lingering, almost not sure
what to do, looking like an assasination had taken place.  After seeing Drew
and another young man walk in, some came up and shook hands.  One snooty
looking older woman pulled Drew aside and said, "You may want to tell your
friend to clean the ice cream off his cheek.  It looks sort of silly."

"He's still learning," Drew replied, and with a slight slap on Kevin's ass,
added with a smirk: "We'll all be much better at all this cum next year".


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