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Tyrone Smith retuned to the frat house party angry as hell, he had been tricked into allowing his asshole to be fucked by a college freshmen. He pulled his shinny jet black soft top convertible Corvettex20 in front of the building in his designated spot, and ran inside. He grabbed the first beer he came across, chugging it down until the entire bottle was drained. As soon as he was done, he found another one and began drinking that as well.

“Hey…, you okay man…?” asked one of his teammates (Carter Sanborne).

“I’m fine!” said Tyrone, grabbing one of the girls he frequently fucked, dragging her upstairs without so much as a ‘hello’. He took her to his room and slammed the door. “Take off your clothes!” he ordered, throwing his keys onto the dresser as he finished his beer.

“Hello to YOU too!” said the girl, sarcastically. “I haven’t seen you in weeks…! And NOW you just wanna come in and…”

“Take off your fucking clothes, or hit the street!” yelled Tyrone, smashing his beer bottle against the wall. The girl jumped, and then started to nervously undress. Tyrone began tearing at his own clothes, ripping off his expensive silk shirt and yanking at his designer pants.

The girl stood before him completely naked, her perky tits and trim light brown body beckoned for his attention. Tyrone walked over to her, grabbing the sides of her head and stuck his tongue into her mouth. The girl accepted the kiss, having had sexual relations with Tyrone before. He was a handsome young man with a nice body, a thick dick, and a promising career as a future pro-baller. Most girls wanted to get their arms (and legs) around him because he was sure to become someone rich and famous. Katandrah thought like most of the girls thought who chased ball players, if they fuck them good enough then maybe the men might keep them around or eventually marry them if they could manage to get themselves pregnant before they hit the big-time.

Tyrone and the rest of the guys on the team knew what the girls were up to (thanks to their coach), knowing they were targets for money hungry girls looking to get rich quick. Most of the players wore condoms to cut down on the chances of getting trapped into unwanted marriages or paternity suits. But even then, some of the more devious girls took straight pins and razors blades with them to stab and sabotage the condoms while they were still in their packages. Once the unsuspected sabotaged condom was rolled onto a stiff penis, it was sure to break sometime during sex, or at the very least leak once full of semen, heightening the chances of pregnancy and a life of leisure as the baby’s momma of a famous baller through child support.

Tyrone pulled the girl over to his bed, lying her down as he pulled apart her luscious legs to admire her juicy pussy. He licked his lips hungrily, his fat 9” dick standing thickly between his legs as he bent down and kissed her directly on her vaginal lips. The girl moaned as her handsome baller started to eat her out, licking and sucking the soft flesh and pulling at the flaps with his lips. He stuck his tongue into her hole and sucked feverishly at the clit, enjoy the taste and smell of her scent as he pressed his face all up in her, wanting to consume himself in her womanhood.

Tyrone wanted (needed) to redeem himself from his earlier incident in Clarence Johnson’s hotel room. His mind wandered back as he ate the girl’s pussy, to how the new recruit had ate his own asshole as if it were a woman’s pussy. Tyrone remembered how intense the feeling was when he first felt the man’s lips and tongue sucking heatedly at his bare hole. He wondered if that was how the girl felt now while he was eating her out?

He looked up into her face, watching her moan and groan as she tossed her head from left to right. Tyrone’s asshole started to throb in remembrance of Clarence’s anal eating. Much to his surprise, he felt something wet starting to leak from her recently fucked hole, and knew instantly that it was the last remnants of Clarence’s cum.

Panicking, Tyrone jumped up from the girl’s pussy and reached for a nearby condom. He (like most guys his age) hated using the rubber baggies, knowing they dulled the natural feeling of sex, but he didn’t want to take any unnecessary chances of getting a girl pregnant. The team’s coach (coach Brown) taught the boys to buy their own condoms, telling them to never rely on using a condom provided by the women they’re about to fuck, as it may have been tampered with.

Tyrone quickly ripped the foiled package open, and then rolled the rubber down over the length of his fat dick. He aimed up to her opening, and then leaned into her. The girl groaned upon the initial penetration as Tyrone slowly sank all the way in up to his hairy balls. He lay down on top of her, grounding his meat around in her snatch while he squeezed and sucked at her hard nipples while squeezing her breasts, sliding his dick in and out of her as she spread her legs and wrapped her arms around his back.

Ty fucked in and out of her at a fast pace, not caring about her pleasure as he fed her more dick. As the girl moaned and groaned he was instantly reminded of his own anal fucking, where he was the one on the bottom getting fucked in the ass by another guy. He recalled how big the dick felt moving inside of him, fucking him deep and making him take the entire load up his ass as if her were a female. The memory of that encounter caused Tyrone to fuck harder, slamming his hips into the girl’s as they both moaned in blissful unison, Ty took out all of his shame and frustrations on the girl, treating her as nothing more than a hole for fucking. The girl reached around and grabbed two big handfuls of his beefy buttock, squeezing the cheeks and pulling them apart every time he withdrew.

Tyrone liked her holding his ass cheeks, her fingernails digging into the meaty globes as he fucked in and out. Every time he withdrew she would pull the cheeks further apart, forcing Ty’s recently fucked asshole to stretch open and cause some of the semen deep inside him to ooze out of his relaxed hole. Tyrone could actually feel the loose semen running from his battered hole and down over his balls as he suddenly felt his climax hit like a ton of bricks.

“Ahhh…” he groaned, slamming into her faster. Katandrah clutched her legs around his waist as she too came, her convulsing cunt contracting around Tyrone’s plunging manhood as he suddenly dumped a hefty load into the worn condom. “AAAAAARRRRRGGGGHHHH…!!” he screamed as he came hard. Katandrah accepted the packaged load as the condom filled inside of her. She pulled him close to her breasts, feeling his heart beating against her chest as it slowly started to return to normal.

After catching their breaths, Tyrone rolled off of her and onto his back. He looked down to make sure the condom was still there, still intact, and hadn’t broken off inside her. His semi-stiff dick was still wrapped in clear plastic, the head swimming in semen as it slowly wilted to flaccid status.

Once confirmed, Tyrone fell against the bed, his head hitting the mattress as his breathing slowly returned to normal. Meanwhile the girl rolled over and began to cuddle up next to him, rubbing his smooth chest and erect nipples and stroking his ego by telling him how good a fuck he was. “If you don’t mind…, I’d rather be by myself right now…!” he said coldly, causing Katandrah to jump up off the bed in a huff as she threw on her clothes and stormed out of the room. Tyrone simply laid there, his body resting as his mind wandered back to the hotel and his encounter with Clarence Johnson where he lost his anal virginity.

Somewhere, somehow, he would have to get back at Clarence for tricking him and ruining his life!

** ** ** **

Once the official college season started and the students started to move into the dorms, Tyrone and Clarence met again as the freshman was moving his personal items into the Team’s frat house. Tyrone instantly noted the smirk Clarence gave as soon as they saw each other. A cold chill ran up Ty’s spine as he was immediately reminded of the betrayal he suffered from Clarence. But he bided his time as he reached out his hand and officially welcomed Clarence to the team.

“Thanks for having me, man…, I couldn’t think of anyplace I’d rather be!” smirked Clarence, cocky.

“Well…, as I promised, you have the best room in the house…!” said Tyrone, walking Clarence upstairs. Clarence’s eyes were focused on Ty’s ass as he walked in front of him. Clarence felt his dick starting to stir as they reached his room.

“Nice…!” said Clarence, walking in and looking around. “Where’s your room…?” he asked curiously.

“Across the hall.” answered Tyrone, having had to give up his room to the recruit.

“Kew…, so we will see a lot of each other…!” smiled the teenager.

Tyrone felt a knot in his stomach when he realized the innuendo Clarence hinted towards. The younger freshman was definitely taunting him!

“Let’s get one thing straight…!” said the senior, feeling threatened. “…what happened in your hotel room ain’t gonna happen again! That was a ONE TIME ONLY deal, got me?!”

“Got you!” said Clarence defensively, taking note of Tyrone’s tense body language. But Clarence couldn’t help taunting Tyrone more…, “But you can’t tell me you didn’t like it…?”

“Of course I didn’t like it! I only did what I HAD to do to get you to sign with the school…” defended Tyrone, feeling insulted. “…only to find out later that you and your parents had already signed with the Dean!” added the 21 year old, angrily.

“Oh yeah…, I forgot to mention that!” chuckled Clarence, having pulled a fast one.

Tyrone felt anger fill up inside him. “You pussy!” he yelled, catching Clarence off guard. “You tricked me into letting you do that faggot shit to me! You deliberately deceived me…!”

“I only beat you to the punch!” defended Clarence.

“What’re you talking about…?” asked Ty, confused.

“You and Coach Brown had it all planned to seduce me with all that pretty pussy you kept throwing under my nose at that frat party…!” (chap-1). “”Had it been any other guy, you would’ve got him to sign as soon as those whores started flirting with him! I just got YOU to be my whore instead…!”

“Bitch!!” yelled Tyrone, hitting Clarence across the jaw with a right hook. Clarence fell back onto the bed, holding his sore jaw as Tyrone poised to fight.

But before a fight could erupt, another teammate (oblivious to what just happened) popped his head into the room.

“Clarence Johnson…?” called the junior, knocking on the open door respectfully.

“Yeah…?” called Clarence, sitting on the bed and trying to act casual.

“Sup man…? I’m Jason Outlaw, the team’s power forward and the school’s only token white boy!” laughed the 20 year old, holding out his hand to shake.

“Oh okay…!” laughed Clarence, getting up to shake Jason’s hand.

“I see Ty’s helping you to settle into his old room…!” said the white male, unaware of the recent history between the two college men.

“Yeah…” smiled Clarence, touching his jaw tenderly, “…Ty was a big factor in my decision to come to Jeremiah U.!” he said, at the senior’s expense.

“I bet!” said Jason, smiling unaware of the tension. “He’s a good captain…, I’m sure you two’ll get along real well!”

“Oh…, I’ve been feeling Tyrone since the first time I met him!” said Clarence suggestively, making Tyrone feel extremely uncomfortable. “What I’ve seen of him already just makes me want to see more!”

“Cool.” said Jason, finally noticing Tyrone’s unusual silence. “Well…, I just wanted to welcome you to the team…” he said, retreating out the door.

“This is all a game to you, ain’t it?” asked Tyrone, seriously beginning to dislike the teenager.

“No, it’s not a game…” said Clarence, serious for the first time. “…but it’s not the end all you’re making it out to be either!”

“Just do your job on the court…” ordered Tyrone, turning to leave. “…it’s what we bent over backwards to get you here for!”

“Some bending more than others…!” joked Clarence as Tyrone disappeared out of sight.

During training sessions the entire team came together along with coach Brown and assistant coach Russell Collins, running lapses around the university and doing daily calisthenics to keep in tip top shape. On the practice court Clarence Johnson was the most impressive player, hitting every practice foul shot, 3 point shot, lay-up, slam dunk, free throw, and 2-pointer he got his hands on with ease, leaving the coaches to believe they made the right decision recruiting him.

Tyrone practiced running passes with several key players, trying to learn the team’s game styles to help anticipate where they would be on court at any given time during a game. The coaches were ecstatic about having the talented 18 year old in their possession, as was the rest of the team. They worked out plays and pass formations that had worked for them in the past, as well as learned new plays that Clarence brought to the table from his formidable day at high school basketball. Tyrone kept a comfortable distance between them, not interacting much with the 6 foot 4 inch newbie. Some of the other players noticed the cold looks and evil stares, and wondered what the heck was going on with their captain? Coach Brown noticed that his star player wasn’t taking the time to nurture Clarence the way he instructed, and requested to see Tyrone up in his office after practice.

“You wanted to see me, coach…?” asked Tyrone, still sweaty after the session and before hitting the showers.

“Yeah…?” said Coach Brown, sharing an office with his assistant. “What’s going on with you and Johnson…?” he asked straight out, sitting behind his desk.

“Coach…?” asked Tyrone, playing dumb.

Coach Brown took off his glasses and tossed them atop his play book… “Do you think I’m blind, Ty…? I can SEE with these glasses you know…?” he said, looking fed up.

“I know…” said Ty, innocently.

“So…, explain to me WHY I haven’t seen you say two words to Clarence Johnson since he stepped foot on court today?” asked the older man. “You KNOW how hard we fought to get him in J.U., keeping him from going over to the Wildcats! Why are you acting funny against him now? It’s like you don’t even want him here! He NEENDS to learn our playing styles in order to have a connecting bond to the team! As team captain, that’s supposed to be YOUR job!”

“Coach…? said Ty, feeling the need to defend his actions. “…you don’t know Clarence like I do! He’s not the team player we thought he was!”

“Is that so…?” asked Brown, looking over at his assistant. “Did CJ look like he was getting along with all the other players to you, Russ?”

“Sure did!” said assistant coach Russell. “He looked good out there today!”

“Well…?” asked Coach Brown, looking back at Ty. “…explain to me why YOU think he’s not a team player?”

Tyrone opened his mouth to speak, but thought better of exposing himself as he quickly shut his mouth before betraying himself. “Look Ty…” said the coach, not knowing what was going on. “…I’m not interested in his personality OFF the court, just his performance ON court! Now…, whatever rift you two may have between you, needs to be squashed before you step foot on the woods! You’re team captain; this’ is YOUR team as well as mine! We need to get our shit together! In other words…, make an effort, son!”

“Yes, sir.” said Tyrone, understanding that the coach was right, --the team came before any personal feelings. He left the office knowing that he had to find a way to get along with Clarence on court, while plotting his revenge off court!

“What was THAT all about…?” asked Coach Brown, looking at his assistant from across the desks.

“Could be Tyrone feels threatened by having a younger, hotter, player on board?” asked Coach Collins, thoughtfully.

“You think so…?” asked Brown, sitting back in his seat. “Ty don’t come across as the type to get jealous of a fellow teammate’s success!”

“That’s because no one’s come close to out shinning him since he’s been on the team!” explained Collins. “Yeah we’ve got some good players…, but Tyrone has been the jewel in the crown for the past 3 years, and now he has someone starting with a better high school record than his! It has to be a bit intimidating…!”

“I suppose…” said Coach Brown, not completely on board with the idea. “…whatever their problem is…, they’re just gonna have to get over it before the season starts!”

“Looks like someone could use a little stress relief…!” said Coach Collins, getting up to lock the office door.

“The students are still here…!” said Coach Brown, mindfully.

“They’re in the showers…” reminded Collins, getting on his knees between the head coach’s legs. “…after that they’ll be out of here as fast as fat chick chasing an ice cream truck!”

Coach Brown chuckled as Collins began to undo his pants. The two men had been coaches for the college for the past 5 years together, but had been lover a lot longer.

Collins pulled Coach Brown’s 10” dick from its hiding place and out into the open. The thick fat black dick stood proud and strong between the coach’s legs as Collins loved and admired it. He remember back to the first time he tasted the thick hard monster, after a basketball game when Brown still worked as a pro-baller for the Orlando Magic’s.

Collins was a lesser known player on the circuit, never achieving the level of success Brown or some of the other players at that time had. He met Brown at an after game after party, and the two hit it off immediately. Afterwards, Brown invited Collins back to his hotel room to hang out. AT that time Collins was a closet homosexual whom always had a girlfriend on the ropes for show, and he knew that Brown had had a reputation as a married family man, so he was shock when after a few drinks; Brown initiated sex behind closed doors. Collins later discovered that Brown had been closeted also, hiding his true desires behind a wife and kids to save his public appearance. As Collins saw Brown’s thick 10 inch pole in that hotel room, he knew he had to have it in him.

That was many years ago as now the two men are single and no longer hiding behind female relationships. They still keep their sexualities secret, not wanting to jeopardize their jobs as coaches for teenaged males.

Coach Brown watched quietly as Collins kissed and licked his dick like an ice cream comb before taking the head into his mouth and sucking. Brown stifled a groan as he lay his head back and relaxed. He’d had his dick sucked many times over the years by his talented assistant, and knew well his abilities to get him off. He knew he was in good hands (and mouth) as Collins began to descend along his shaft, taking more and more of his dick into his mouth. With the thoughts of the team in the back of his mind, Coach Brown began to concentrate on what was happening to him now.

Collins stretched his lips around Brown’s mid shaft, inching his way slowly down to the hairy base of the thick dick. His throat opened naturally to allow safe passage of the coach’s dick head as his lips buried on the bushy pubes of Brown’s hairy abdomen.

Brown groaned softly, trying to keep his moans to a minimum as his entire 10” dick was completely and smoothly sheathed in his lover’s throat. Collins mashed his face in the coach’s groin, enjoying the hard meat in his throat before ascending back up the shaft. He tightened his lips on the up shift, sucking harder as his tongue danced along the underbelly.

“How’s that feel…?” he asked, pulling up off of it as he looked up into the coach’s eyes.

“You know how much I love your head jobs…!” said coach, excited.

“And you know how much I love sucking this fat hard dick!” said the assistant, bowing his head again as he retook the dick in his mouth and swallowed it. Coach Brown sighed aloud as his meat was expertly sucked from tip to base, not an inch left untouched.

“I wish the kids were gone so I could get in that ass…” whispered Brown, dreamingly.

Collins unfastened his pants while he continued to suck, pulling his own pants down off of his ass as he spit onto his fingers and massaged them into his well worn asshole. Brown said nothing as he watched Collins bob his head, swallowing his dick all the way down to the base with every downward stroke of his mouth. Brown thrust he hips upward, spearing the very back of Collins’ throat as his dick tried to go deeper. Meanwhile Brown was fingering his own asshole, preparing it for fucking as he moistened his hole and added another digit. The only thing he liked more than giving the coach head, was giving up his ass. He sucked the coach’s dick for a few more minutes before pulling off and standing up, exposing his brown ass for the coach to fuck.

Coach Brown didn’t have to be asked twice as he got up from his seat and positioned himself behind his trusted assistant. Collins removed his pants as he lifted on leg onto Brown’s desk and laid atop it. Brown fished for the anal opening before shoving the fat round head of his dick inside. Collins gasped at the initial entry, but held steady as the coach sank all the way in up to his hairy balls sac.

Having fucked Collins countless times, Coach Brown knew well what the 44 year old could take as he ground his pelvis into the man’s ass and churned his giant dick around in his gut before pulling back and setting a fuck pace. Collins held onto the edge of the desk as his ass was fucked, the long hard man pole moving through his ass like a huge battering ram. Luckily Collins was used to taking the coach’s dick regularly, his anal track well crafted to the former pro-baller’s girth as it moved easily through his lower body.

“Shit, Tony…, nobody sucks my ass like you do, man…!” moaned Collins, loving the way the dick felt inside his ass.

Coach Brown picked up the pace of his thrusts, slamming his pelvic bone into the man’s bare butt and driving his dick well deep into his bowels. Collins ignored his own hard-on, which smashed uncomfortably against the desk’s hard wood. He focused on pleasing Coach Brown, knowing his own pleasure would come afterwards.

Brown held onto Collin’s hips as he fucked into his ass with hard steady strokes. He could feel the asshole sucking snugly on his shaft, trying to massage and coax his dick into shooting it’s load of precious seed. Brown wanted to hold off cumming for as long as possible, but didn’t want to risk getting caught by one of the student or faculty members. When he felt his dick starting to swell and thick (indicating its desire to cum), he didn’t pull out or stop himself. Collins held the coach choke back a gasp just before shoving his dick balls deep and grunting “AARRGGGHH…!!” Collins could feel the big dick throbbing in his bowels, filling his colon with a thick rich batter of healthy ball juice.

Brown withered and squirmed behind Collins, loosing all of his ball essence inside the assistant’s talented ass. He grabbed his waist tightly as the final throbs sent the last of his seed home. When he was done cumming he pulled out, slowly. His big fat dick fell dead between his legs over his depleted balls. He quickly turned Collins around and pushed him back against the desk. Taking his seat, coach Brown took the coach’s assistant’s 8 and 1/2 hard-on into his mouth and started sucking.

“Yeesss…?” moaned Collins, feeling coach Brown envelope him wholly.

The 45 year old college coach was no novice to dick sucking as he swallowed his lover’s tool all the way down to the root. Collins hooked one hand around the back of Brown’s head as he ground his face in his pubes. Brown barely bobbed his head a few times before Collins started to fill his mouth with cum.

Collins withered around on Brown’s desk as his came down the coach’s throat. Brown ate everything the assistant gave him, shoving two finger straight up his cum lubed ass. Collins’ body stiffened as the final spurts left his balls, painting the coach’s tongue. Coach Brown milked the softening shaft before pulling his mouth completely off.

“Working with you is gonna get my ass in a load of trouble one day…?” said the coach, pulling his cum soaked fingers from the assistant coach’s asshole.

“Working with me has eased a LOT of your daily tension…!” countered Collins, pulling up his pants as he returned to his desk opposite Brown’s.

__________________________ College Ball-2 Written by Eugene Marvin NPhillydogg@aol.com