Date: Wed, 19 Dec 2007 19:54:45 EST
From: NPhillydogg@aol.com
Subject: college ball-10

	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.

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COLLEGE-BALL-10

	18 year old Clarence Johnson was beaming like a light as he and his
college coach 45 year old Anthony Brown and a friend of the coach's
(Russell Collins) all drove up to the Baltimore Hilton to meet with Brown's
old college student Tomas Jackson.
	Jackson (now 26 and a successful forward for the Chicago Bulls) met
with his old coach whenever time permitted. Brown and his party registered
at the front desk, then was escorted up to Jackson's suite on the 15th
floor.

"Relax kid..., he's just another human being like the rest of us!" said
Brown, trying to get Clarence to calm down.

"I can't help it Coach...! I've been a fan of Tomas' since his career
started! He's one of the best forwards in the game since Jordan! He's 6th
in the NBA and was named rookie VIP of the year his first year in the pros!
He's clearing 20 mill in endorsements alone!"

"Kid sounds like a true fan!" laughed Collins (Brown's friend of many
years) as they exited the elevator.

"Just be yourself, CJ. Tomas is really down to earth, and very
approachable!" assured Coach.

"Thanks sir!" said Clarence, floating on a cloud all the way up to Tomas'
room.

"Coach..!!" called Tomas as soon as he opened the door to his suite, giving
his former coach a big hug hello in the hall. "Good to see you man! You
too, Russ!"

"You know I wouldn't miss an opportunity to meet you whenever you're in
town!" insisted Russell, shaking the star's hand.

"Oh uh, Tomas..., this's one of my current up and coming pro players,
--Clarence Johnson! He plays point guard for J-U! Won state championship
for his high school 3 years in a row! I'm predicting great things from
him!" introduced Brown, pulling Clarence forward.

"Nice to meet you, Clarence!" smiled the 6 foot 5 pro-baller. "Coach's told
me a lot about you!"

"Really??" asked Clarence, giddy.

"Would y'all like a drink?" asked Tomas, inviting them into his hotel room.
	As Brown and Jackson went on discussing names and places, Russell
Collins started making drinks for everyone over by the suite's bar.

"What you drinking kid?" he asked Clarence, shoveling ice into 4 glasses.

"Oh, uh..., I'm not much of a drinker..." said Clarence, stumbling over
what to drink.

"How bout a brew?" asked Russell, handing Clarence an import.

"Thanks." said Clarence, watching Russell rustle up the drinks without
having to ask the other men what they wanted. "I see you all'r familiar
with each other." he said, taking his first sip.

"Yeah. Tony introduced me to Tomas back when he was in college, we all get
together whenever we can, usually before a big game." said Russell, before
walking the two drinks over to the old friends and returning back to the
bar where Clarence was parked.
	Clarence noticed after only a few minutes of polite conversation,
Tomas and Coach Brown disappeared into the bedroom leaving he and Russell
in the suite. "Tony's told me a lot about you!" said Russell, refreshing
his drink after only a few gulps.

"Yeah?" asked Clarence, wondering what the Coach told him.

"Heard you got a real big dick!" smiled Russell, a sinister gleam in his
eye.

"He told you that?" asked Clarence, feeling betrayed.

"Don't worry..., Tony and I go waaay back!" insisted Russell.

"Oh?" questioned Clarence, curiously.

"I met Tony after he lost his pro contract, --before his divorce! He and I
were FB's..., if you know what I mean!" explained Russell.

"FB's?" asked Clarence.

"Fuck Buddies!" said Russell. "After his wife split and the money dried up,
we just keep kicking our thing on the side. Now..., it's been like 15
years!"

"15 years? Damn..., yall like an old married couple!" astonished Clarence,
not knowing two men could fuck around together for so long successfully.

"We have an understanding..." clarified Russell. "...and sometimes, like
tonight, we do 3sums and 4sums! Helps spice up the relationship!"

"Tonight?" asked Clarence, confused.

"In the other room!" explained Russell. "What do you think we're here for?"
he asked before finishing his drink and heading for the bedroom.
	Clarence sat paralyzed as he watched Russell disappear into the
next room with Coach Brown and Tomas Jackson. He didn't know what he should
do as he sat holding his beer. He'd only came there to meet one of his
favorite basketball players, and to perhaps get an autograph. After a few
minutes curiosity got the better of him as he sat down the brew and headed
for the bedroom door.

	Inside he was shocked to see the 6 foot 5 inch Forward of the
Chicago Bulls on his hands and knees on the bed of his hotel room with
Coach Brown's big 10 inch thick dick in his mouth and the Coach's friend
(Russell) on his knees behind Jackson eating his ass out.
	Clarence watched from the doorway as Brown fucked Tomas' mouth,
shoving his hips back and forth and he buried just over half his meat in
the NBA star's throat. Tomas fought to keep up with Brown's vicious oral
assault as he held the star by the head and fucked deeply into his mouth.

	Tomas loved sucking his former Coach's dick. Brown had always been
a personal favorite of his as he'd been an idol of Tomas' when he was in
junior high school. Tomas used to watch the Orlando Magic's play against
Alabama and loved how Tony Brown seemed to possess the court when he
played. When he started college and found out that the legendary Brown
would be his coach, he nearly pissed his pants with excitement. And when he
finally got the opportunity to wrap his teenaged lips around the legend's
thick dick, he literally came in his pants as soon as he tasted the Coach's
cum. Coach Brown had been feeding Tomas a daily supply of his potency while
a student at Jeremiah University, and to this day still manages to give him
at least one good shot a year when he was in the area.

	Russell Collins lay behind Tomas, eating out the player's wide
spread ass as he buried his face between his golden globes. Russell had
never really been a big fan of sports, he came across Anthony Brown by way
of a friend who thought they'd hit it off sexually. Tony and Russell spent
that first meeting fucking like soldiers going out to war. Russell had
never met anyone who could match his prowess, and Brown was really in the
need for something good to come his way. The two men met and fell in sexual
bliss, becoming lovers over the next 15 years.
	Russell had been there through many of Brown's highs and lows, the
only solid rock in his life after his family and career broke down. Over
the years they grew to love each other as brothers, yet still hold a
lustful side that took their friendship to another level. Short of calling
themselves a couple, they did everything together on a consistent
basis. Whenever something new and exciting happened in Coach's life,
Russell was the first one to know about it.

	He pulled Tomas' ass cheeks as far apart as he could before burying
his tongue into his hairy hole. Tomas gasped around the embedded dick in
his mouth as Russell's tongue bore a straight line into his anus. After
wetting the hole properly for over 10 solid minutes of strict energetic
tongue fucking, Russell pulled back his face and lined his dick up to the
hole.
	Tomas felt the dick rubbing up and down his hairy crack, and
groaned in anticipation of being fucked at both ends. As a high flying
celebrity he's had many celebrity dicks in his holes, having been fucked by
actors, singers, star athletes, boxers, on air personalities, and many upon
many fans in one niters across the country.

	Russell greased his long slender 9 incher before lining it up to
Tomas' spit slick butt-hole, and pressed in. Tomas felt the head wedging
his anal lips open as he sucked harder on Coach Brown's thick 10 inch
sausage. Coach watched as Russell applied pressed and forced his dick into
the hole. Tomas groaned aloud as the long 9 incher sank all the way in up
to the balls. Russell grabbed Tomas by the hips and ground his meat around
in the hot ass before he started to pull back and fuck.
	Gasping between muffled slurps, Tomas encouraged the two men to
fuck him, his body impelled on hot hard dick at both ends.

	Russell was a stocky man, thick like Coach with a toned body, a big
beard, a hairy mustache, and a balding head with black short cut hair
around the edges. He looked to be about Coach's age (40-45) with a lighter
brown skin complexion. Clarence couldn't help but be impressed as he
watched the two older men fuck Tomas Jackson in a hot 3sum. Tomas sounded
to be in heaven as his body was pulled and pushed between them, each man
burying his massive dick in his hot holes, fucking him deeply with their
hard dicks as if he had no choice in the matter.
	Tomas loved being used by men. Besides basketball, getting fucked
was his favorite past-time. He yearned to be fucked when he wasn't playing
ball, and playing ball when he wasn't being fucked. Luckily he had steady
dick coming at him from a myriad of ways to keep him happy. At home he had
a stable of young boys he took good care of who took turns fucking him on a
regular, while on the road he had a slew of former ball mates who'd visit
him at his hotels and show him love, giving his holes something to remember
them by, and then there was the fans. Right now he was enjoying Tony Brown,
swallowing his ex-coach's thick meaty 10 inch dick as far as his throat
would allow while getting butt fucked by his friend.

	Clarence found himself rubbing the front of his pants as he watched
the spectacle before him. His favorite ball player was being butt and face
fucked front and back by two men, taking their dicks as easily as any whore
he'd seen fucked by his teammates. He hardly expected this when he came up
to Tomas' room for a possible autograph. He watched as Brown removed his 10
inch whop, only to whack it viscously across Tomas' hairy face like a
club. Tomas gasped and moaned as his asshole was assaulted from behind, his
face beaten by one of the thickest dicks he knew.
	Russell continued to fuck into Tomas' ass, holding his hips in
place as he fed the player's ass his dick. Tomas was really loving the way
he pounded into his bare hole when Russell suddenly pulled out, leaving him
empty and open.

	Looking confused, Tomas was roughly spun around in the opposite
direction as Russell slid his greasy slick dick into his mouth while Coach
Brown aimed his solid hardon up to Tomas' hole and shoved in.
	Tomas' body stiffened as Coach's entire dick sank in balls deep,
leaving him with nowhere to run. Russell held him tightly about the head as
he ground his 9 inch dick around in his throat, cutting off his groans as
Coach assaulted his ass. Brown pulled back his hips, sliding his dick back
and forth through the slickened anal ring as he poked away at the murky
innards.

	Coach Brown held onto Tomas' waist as he fucked his ass, driving
his thick fat manhood in and out through the stretched ring muscle. He'd
fucked into Tomas' ass many times over the years (taking the boy's cheery
back in college), now as he fucked into his sweet ass, he could feel the
difference in the elasticity of his anus. Sure the hole was still snug to
the fuck, but gone was the tightness the Coach once enjoyed. Tomas' ass
felt more like pussy now, giving a thick dick pleasure in its deep wet
depths and silky interior, but the muscles that once made the bunghole a
struggle to fuck was now gone forever.

	At the head, Russell Collins was slamming his 9 inch tool into
Tomas' mouth with a fury. Clarence could hear the basketball star gasping
and panting for air as Russell's nine popped in and out of his throat and
cut his breathing in half. Spit drooled from the corners of his mouth as he
labored to keep up with the fast pace. Russell twisted his fingers around
in Tomas' soft curly hair, locking his head into place as his hairy balls
slapped against his spit wet chin.

"Fuck man..., I'm getting close..!" warned Russell, holding tight on Tomas'
head.

"Go ahead and bust, man..., he has a couple hours before the game tonight,
we might be able to get a few more in before he leaves!" suggested Brown,
humping steadily at his ass.
	Clarence unzipped his pants and pulled out his long thick fat snake
and began stroking it openly while watching the 3sum. Russell's ass was
moving at 100mph as he drove his dick in and out of Tomas' mouth and
throat. Clarence knew he was about to cum when he saw the older man shove
his dick all the way down Tomas' throat and hold it there by tightening his
grip on his head. Tomas' body convulsed as the first spurt of hot cum spit
straight down the back of his throat and right into his stomach. Russell
growled like an animal as he came down the player's throat. Tomas' body
jerked several times, taking each cum spurt until Russell finally yanked
his dick free and jacked the rest of his load across Tomas' handsome face.
	Cum shot everywhere as Tomas Jackson panted for breath, his mouth
agape as his face was sprinkled with cum droplets.

"Fuck that was hot!" moaned Brown, picking up the pace at Tomas' ass. He
tightened his grip on the ball player's waist and thrust in and out of his
spread hole faster. Tomas grunted with each impact Coach brown's pelvis
made into his ass, the powerful thrusts sending ripples through his ass
cheeks like waves through water. Clarence was so excited watching the grown
men fuck in front of him like animals that his 12 inch pitch black dick
started to throb openly in his stroking hand. Coach Brown withdrew his
thick fat hard dick, pulling it completely free of Tomas' round sucking
anal ring only to ram it all the way back in, causing the ball player to
yell in a mixture of pain and pleasure. He did this several times, nearly
sending Tomas across the bed and off the other side when he shoved all the
way in and came. "AAAARRRRHHH FFUUUUCCCKKKK...!!!!" yelled Brown, shooting
masses of his thick rich coach cum up Tomas' hungry ass.
	Tomas moaned erotically as his ass was emptied into, he could feel
every pulse and throb Coach Brown's dick made up his ass, planting thick
creamy seeds deep inside his moist wet garden.

"You gonna stand there and jack off all day, or you gonna come over here
and get some of the NBA ass?" asked Brown, looking over at Clarence.

"Really..??" asked Clarence, thinking himself unworthy.

"Trust me..., Tomas here would enjoy that big pony dick of yours! Right T?"
	Tomas turned, his eyes widening with excitement when he took notice
of Clarence's deep dark slim muscular body and long fat hard foot long dick
and grinned...

"Hell yeah!" he said, flexing his hole joyously around the Coach's dick.
	CJ shed his clothes immediately as Russell admired it as well,
cutting Clarence off en-route to Tomas as he sank to his knees in front of
Clarence and took the college ball player's dick into his mouth.

	Clarence stood and watched his idol on the bed as Russell swabbed
his 12 inch dick with his mouth. "Relax kid, you'll have Tomas inna
minute..., I just wanna wet this fucker for you!" he said, noticing the
disappointment on Clarence's face before taking his long black dick back
into his mouth and began bobbing.
	Like Coach Brown, Russell Collins was a great dick sucker, having
sucked Coach's 10 inch whopper for the past 15 years, --deep throat was no
problem for him.

	Coach Brown removed his softening dick from Tomas' ass, leaving the
man feeling empty and loose. Tomas turned around in bed and sucked Brown's
dick into his mouth, cleaning off all the slick cum coating the head and
upper shaft while waiting for Clarence to fuck him.
	Clarence had a marvelous view of Tomas' spread ass while he sucked
Coach Brown. His dick pulsed inside Russell's talented mouth with
anticipation as the older man bobbed his head along his long hard
shaft. Tomas swallowed Brown's soft dick in his mouth, cleaning off all the
anal lube and spent cum as Coach reached back and slapped him hard on the
ass, giving Clarence a good show. He grabbed the meaty cheeks and pulled
the crack apart to expose the carmel brown hole. Tomas knew the college kid
was looking, and flexed his asshole in and out to entice him. Clarence's
eyes zeroed in on his target as Russell took his mammoth meat deep into his
throat like a professional.

"awww fuuuck..." groaned Clarence, feeling his entire 12 inch monster dong
swallowed whole. Russell Collins mashed his face in Clarence's pubes as he
churned the hard dick in his throat. Slowly he pulled back, allowing the
shaft to exit his throat as he dragged his firm lips along the thick
column.

"Damn..., you got a lot of pre-cum!" thrilled Russell, sucking feverishly
on the head as his taste-buds awakened to the salty flavor of Clarence's
ball juice.

"You trying to make the kid cum?" asked Coach Brown from the bed, laughing
at his friend's enthusiasm.

"I want his load...!" said Tomas, pulling off Brown's dick as he looked
back at the pair over his shoulder.

"Not to worry T' baby, you'll get it!" assured Russell, swabbing the head
one last time before releasing Clarence's dick.
	Clarence walked over to the bed, his thick heavy dick swinging
ominously back and forth like a pendulum. Coach Brown climbed down off the
bed to make room for the teen as Clarence got between his idol's legs and
aimed his dick up to his cum greased hole.

"Yeah man, fuck me good...!" whispered Tomas with a raspy voice as he
looked back at Clarence and waited penetration.
	Clarence's dick head kissed the moist anus as he aimed his meat,
then slowly sank it in. Tomas felt his asshole stretching to accommodate
the kid. He moaned lustfully as his asshole opened to swallow up the
massive dick. As Clarence slid into him he bit his lower lip at the
intensity his rectum felt as over half the mammoth meat sank inside him. By
the time Clarence buried his entire shaft, Tomas has his head down on the
mattress whimpering like a baby.

	Clarence took a moment to ground his dick around in Tomas' heated
bottom, savoring the feeling of his idol's asshole surrounding him in
comfort. Tomas' hole flickered around Clarence's deeply embedded dick,
squeezing the shaft and massaging the thick column with his anal walls.
	After a few moments Clarence started to move back and forth,
sliding just a little of his dick in and out of the clinging hole. He loved
looking down to see Tomas Jackson (big time celebrity basketball player) on
his hands and knees offering up his ass to him to fuck as he slid slowly in
and out of him. Tomas was a beautiful mixed race black man from Mobile
Alabama. His grandfather was half white with very fair skin, and though
both Tomas' parents were black, he was left with a lite carmel complexion,
soft thick curly black hair which he often wore tapered about the back and
sides, full luscious lips, and a slightly hairy body with a fat beefy
ass. Clarence held onto the soft fat globes as he see-sawed his thick dick
between them, fucking the asshole with deeper harder strokes.

	Tomas loved nothing better than to be pounded up the ass by some
hot young jock with too much dick and too little brains. He lay with his
head on the covers, his ass being served well by the thick 12 inch monster
steering in and out of his depths. Soon Clarence was fucking him freestyle,
digging deep and going long as he used his entire 12 inches to completely
pulverize the rectum. Tomas' groans got louder the harder Clarence fucked
him. He slammed his ass backwards to get the full impact of Clarence's dick
as it pummeled deep inside him with each thrust.

"Damn son, fuck that ass!" encouraged Brown, afraid at first that Clarence
might be intimidated by the All Star. But while Clarence may have admired
Tomas' game on the court, when it came down to man to man and dick size,
Clarence knew he was tops hands down.
	He hammered his hardon into Tomas' ass with increasing speed, using
his strength and his youthful energy to fuck the living shit out of the
living legend. Tomas squealed like a pig whenever Clarence's dick punched
too deeply in his gut, threatening to tear through the walls of his very
intestines as he brutally lay wood in his colon. Tomas innards felt the
definite strain of Clarence's labor, his vitals taking a brutal beating as
the 12 inch sword stabbed over and over and over again.

"Shit man...ride that ass, don't break it! Dude still has to play a game
against Baltimore tonight!" warned Russell, watching Clarence go crazy.

"Relax..." laughed Brown, knowing Tomas' limits. "...he's enjoying it,
believe me!"
	Tomas said nothing as he lay face down on the mattress, his mouth
agape with tiny whimpers and grunts escaping his throat.

"I'd love to feel that big dick in MY ass sometime!" said Russell,
daydreaming.

"That may be arranged!" smiled Brown, watching his student take command of
the NBA star's ass.
	Clarence fucked Tomas for 25 solid minutes on his knees before
pulling his dick out to change positions. Tomas flipped over on his back
with the quickness as he threw his legs up over his head to expose his hole
for more fucking. Brown noticed a thick trickle of cum oozing from Tomas'
anal lips, the volume of semen seeping from the spreading hole indicated
that Clarence may have already came inside the star without acknowledging
it. Clarence shoved his steel rod back in the cum lined anus and rammed it
balls deep, causing Tomas to gasp aloud in sudden pain as the dick bore
straight through him.
	For the next 15 minutes Clarence fucked in and out of Tomas' ass in
missionary position, pounding his ass face to face as he hammered his fat
long pipe in and out of the hot sheath that held him so snugly. Tomas
stared up at the 18 year old as he fucked him furiously, his balls slamming
into his ass cheeks repeatedly as he drove his manhood home time and time
again.

"Fuck man..." gasped Tomas, shooting cum from his 8 inch hardon across his
hairy stomach without touching himself. Coach Brown climbed back up on the
bed and started feeding Tomas his 10 inch, shoving it in his mouth as he
moaned erotically with each spurt of his own juice across his chest.
	Clarence felt the anal muscles flex around his plunging dick as he
slammed his tool in all the way and came a geyser of hot spew deep in
Tomas' bowels. Tomas felt the massive dick pulse and throb inside him,
pumping out thick ropes of young sperm deep in his gut. At that moment
Coach Brown leaned over Tomas' face and started to hammer hard at his
mouth, driving his solid 10 incher balls deep with every thrust. Tomas'
body reacted to the facial fucking as he choked and gagged on the meat from
the awkward angle. As Clarence eased out of the well fucked and cum
dripping anal orifice, Russell quickly took his place by ramming his hard 9
incher straight in.

"Aww shit this pussy's nice and wet now!!" he gasped, loving how wet and
open Tomas' ass was. He fucked hard into the worn hole, cum coating his
entire shaft as he slammed it home again and again, digging deep into the
cum abyss already laid by Coach Brown and Clarence Johnson. He watched
Brown fucking deep into the player's throat, the star athlete's throat
ballooning again and again to make room for the thick girth. Russell leaned
forward and licked up Tomas' spilled cum, even as he continued to fuck him.
	Brown started to grunt as he slammed his dick home. Tomas' face was
turning redder by the second from the sheer strain. Tomas reached up to
push at Brown's flaring hips as he drove his dick inward. Just when Tomas
felt he could take no more torture, Coach Brown pulled his dick from his
throat and started stroking his meat furiously on his knees. Tomas' gulped
down as much air as he could as the color slowly started to return to his
cheeks. Just then the first burst of cum shot out and splattered against
his face. The basketball star opened his mouth wide like a baby bird as
Brown aimed his dick head into the open orifice and filled it with the rest
of his warm load.

	Russell watched his friend and partner cum all over the athlete's
face, and started to cum in Tomas' hot asshole right then and
there. "Shit...!!" he yelled, trembling severely as he added his seed to
Brown's and Clarence's before collapsing sideways on the bed exhausted.
	Tomas got up on his elbows, looking around at all the limp dripping
dicks his body had exhausted. Licking his lips he could still taste the
fresh load of Coach Brown while his ass dripped the loads of 3 men.

"Well it's been fun, gentlemen..., but I've got to run!" said Tomas,
looking at the clock as he got up off the bed.

"You've drained us, as usual!" smiled Coach Brown, getting up to hug Tomas
goodbye.

"It's always good to see you, Coach..." said Tomas, hugging Brown tightly
as they stood chest to chest. "...til next time!" he smiled, kissing the
Coach quickly on the lips before turning around to say goodbye to
Russell. "Russ'..., thanks for cumming again! You and Coach always know how
to make a brutha feel luv!"

"Anytime, anywhere!" smiled Russell, shaking hands with the 6 foot 5 inch
man.

"And YOU...!" said Tomas, turning towards Clarence. "...WE definitely have
to meet again! You're welcomed up to my house in Chicago anytime!"

"Okay man, thanks!" smiled Clarence, shaking his idol's hand. "Oh, man...,
can I..., can I get an autograph?" he asked, remembering the reason why he
came there in the first place.

"Sure man! What's your name again?" asked Tomas, walking over to the desk
where he had his glossies.

"Clarence..., or CJ!" smiled the college baller as Tomas scribbled
something in marker for him.

"Here you go, kid. Keep playing ball!" he said, walking off towards the
bathroom shower, cum dribbling down the backs of his legs from the brutal
pounding his asshole took.

"C'mon fellas, lets give him time to get ready for the game!" suggested
Coach, gathering up his clothes.

	Later that evening at the game, the Chicago Bulls triumphed over
Baltimore. Tomas Jackson scored a game high, helping to lead his team to
victory. The video tram caught a close-up of him leaving the court, sweat
stains covering his jersey as well as the crack of his loose team
shorts. Coach Brown saw Tomas reach behind to dig the material out from
between his cheeks, and wondered how much of the wet stains were from
sweat, and how much was from their earlier fucking?

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