Date: Fri, 5 Aug 2011 18:38:37 -0400 (EDT) From: DOGG Subject: jeremiah university-1 JEREMIAH UNIVERSITY-1 Open enrollment >>>> >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>SCENE1<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< CAMPUS HISTORY Jeremiah University is a predominate black college campus in Minnesota Maryland, founded in 1969, during the height of the racial movement. It's a large school, and very well received by the College Guide Association Of America. There is a large library, an auditorium, a sports center, a stadium, a student hall, an academic building where classes reside, science building, a rec center, male and female dormitories, a clock tower, and several houses where the college fraternities and sororities pledge. It sets atop 150 acres of land, allowing for expansion and economic growth. While many of the students there specialize in sports (track & field, basketball, football, etc), it also caters to a large academic demographic, having a large successful record of professional graduates. DORM INTRODUCTIONS The first day of school was always the most hectic. Class schedules, dorm assignments, credits, financial aids, unpacking, living on your own for the first time (unsupervised) were always foremost thoughts on most students' minds. After registering and getting student I.D.'s at the Administrations Building, students scurry off to find their assigned dorms. There are two large 3 story (original) dorms which were built back when the school first opened, with up to 4 to a room occupancies and a large community shower/restroom on each floor with a total of 10 toilet stalls and 10 private showers. Then there are 6 smaller (modern day) dorms scattered about the school's `living quarters', added in later years after the school expanded, with 4 levels and 2 occupants to a room with adjoining bathrooms between the unit. Units in the original dorm are slightly cheaper for thrifty students on a tighter budget, as they have less privacy with the larger restrooms and no kitchens in the units. Most of the students are returning to continue their education. Some were freshmen, sophomores, or juniors, retuning to old lifestyles left behind during summer vacation. Most of them know the drill, looking forward to seeing old friends and starting new classes. But some of the students are newbies, freshmen who look more like lost sheep than future professionals. 18 year olds Shawn Jackson (5'9", 140 lbs) and Douglas McGinnis (6'7", 210 lbs) walked into their new dorms for the first time, unsure what to expect as they ventured from home (alone) for the very first times in their lives. "Hey..." said Doug, carrying 2 suit cases and a duffle bag. "Hey..." said Shawn, the first to arrive after already picking a bed. "...I'm Shawn..." he said, taking a break from unpacking to hold out his hand to shake. "Doug..." said the taller of the two males, dumping his luggage as he reached out his hand to firmly grasp Shawn's. "Where you from...?" "Philadelphia...!" said Shawn, getting back to unpacking. "You...?" "Bmore...!" answered Doug proudly, picking one of his suitcases up off the floor. "So I guess THIS's my bed, eh...?" he asked, walking to the other side of the room (which seemed just big enough to hose two twin beds, two desks, and two small closets). "Oh, yeah..." answered Shawn. "...no one was here when I came in..., hope you don't mind...?" "Not at all." said Doug, opening his case and dumping everything out into a pile on the bed, while Shawn already had all of his things neatly arranged and color coded. "Can I ask you something...?" asked Shawn, finding the question burning on his tongue. "No I don't play basketball..." answered Doug, already knowing the question. Shawn chuckled. "How'd you know I was going to ask that...?" he inquired, curiously. "Cuz like 20 people already asked me..." sighed Douglas, "...can't a black guy just be tall without having aspirations of being a hoop star...?!" "I guess..." said Shawn, feeling he and his new roommate might be getting off to a rocky start. "I mean I could take one look at you, --dressed in those K-Mart khakis and Penny loafers and assume you're a nerdish bookworm..., but I'd be wrong, right...?" asked Doug. "uh..., not exactly..." said Shawn, owning up to his appearance. "Oh..." said Doug, already feeling at odds. "...great...!" Next door in the adjacent unit were 18 yr olds Zeff Underwood (5'10", 160 lbs) and his new roommate Kevin Smith (5'11", 165 lbs). Zeff and Kevin discovered they were both from the same city (Philadelphia), but from different neighborhoods. Zeff had a partial sports scholarship as a member of the school's track team, and hoped to be moving into one of the campus frat houses soon while Kevin majored business courses. The two males talked while they unpacked, getting to know one another better. As Zeff was placing items in the bathroom for his convenience, he noticed another door on the far side opposite their own unit. "Where does this go...?" he wondered aloud, testing the doorknob. "Oh! Sorry...!" he startled, walking in on Doug and Shawn as they too unpacked. "Looks like we're all sharing the bathroom...!" he stated, closing the door as Doug and Shawn looked at each other and wondered what else could happen...? >>>> >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>SCENE2<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< OLD DORM For students returning to school, it was a different feeling. Old roommates returned to familiar settings, essentially picking up where they left off. 19 year old Sophomores' DeShawn Jackson (6'0", 160 lbs) and his roommate from last year Tyrell Morris (6'2", 170 lbs) easily fell back into routine, already knowing who slept where, and still possessing most of the perks they had from last semester (i.e. computer(S), TV, mini fridge, etc..). Tyrell was lucky enough to land a part-time job at one of the campus' eateries (enabling him to help pay for some of his books and personals items his parents couldn't afford...), while DeShawn totally relied on his single mother's support. There were struggles (as DeShawn was not at only child), but Mrs Jackson (his mother) was determined to get her son out of the rough neighborhood he grew up in, refusing him to end up like his father... For old friends Kenneth (Kenny) Mobley (6'1", 170 lbs) and Russell McCray (6'3", 220 lbs), returning to school as Senior for their last year of college would become a turning point in their lives. Having both pledged different fraternities (Kenny was a track and field specialist hoping to break into the Summer Olympics, --while Russell studied politics, wanting to walk in the shoes of his political [Councilmen] father), they still lived in campus dorms, choosing to stay in campus housing and picking their long time high school friendships over fraternity rules. However not everyone was pleased with their decision to stay friendly in the same dorm, and the boys often faced criticisms from their frat brothers for fraternizing with the enemy... SPORTS Jeremiah University was renowned for its exceptional sports programs. With successful graduates in football, basketball, and track & field, it's one of the leading schools of higher education where many of its graduating athletes achieve successful careers in and out of professional sports, landing promising jobs as professional trainers, coaches, and fitness teachers. With The Jeremiah Jaguars holding last year's state championships under their belts, its newest team looked to repeat its success with its (new) star team captain Clarence (CJ) Johnson. Johnson had lots of success in high school as the leading score holder in the region (winning 3 championships 3 years in a row), and was a leading factor in The Jaguars' success last year (see `College Ball' in Nifty.org's Sept 2009 gay/college section). Many predicted the Jags to go far, if not sweep the year's championship undefeated. However Jeremiah's track team seemed to be poised for destruction. Having failed to even qualify for its last two championship races, they were banking on new recruits to pull them out of their slump. Speedsters like Zeff Underwood, holding the lead record in his high school and hoping to gather faster feet at Jeremiah College. And Birdie McDaniel, high school's fastest running man at Regional's. The Jaybirds (Jeremiah University's College Football Team) fared well in the ranks as well. With heavy hitters like Darnell Roper (6'3", 250 lbs) and Kurtis Newburgh (6'4", 260 lbs) [both blockers], the team was able to stay within the top 5 two years running. Wrestling was a relatively new sport to J-University, with its wrestling team starting at one of the lowest rankings throughout the country. Billed as one of the nation's only all black wrestling teams, they got their first non-black teammate in Joel O'Brian, a 5'10", 150 lbs Caucasian teenager nicknamed `The Great White Hope' for his years of being seated as a top contender in the wrestling world. What most people didn't know was that Joel (while passing for Caucasian) really had black ancestors, and proudly wore his `blackness' for everyone to see. >>>> >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>SCENE3<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< FRATERNITIES There were two major active fraternities on campus (along with their sister sororities): Alpha-Gamma-Epsilon, and Omega-Chi-Nu. Most of the brainiacs (mathematicians, political, social and science majors) pledged Alpha, while most of the major sports jocks pledged Omega. Each frat had its own standard laws and practices, each benefiting its members with a lifetime policy of honor, loyalty, commitment, and success. For many members, pledging a frat was a lifelong commitment, a bonded brotherhood for which one never lost, even in death. Many of the frats had long reaching social networks, helping graduating members find successful jobs, make lucrative deals, and invest wisely in financial trading. Being a member of prestigious frat could be considered a `golden ticket' to the fast track of the corporate world, practically guaranteeing graduates gainful employment upon finishing school. For Pledges, the opportunity to belong to something bigger than them, the chance to jumpstart their careers, were too alluring to pass up. Pledges endured a great deal of humiliation to prove themselves worthy of the fraternity's trust and respect. Only after they had been sworn to secrecy and proved their loyalties were they then given divine passage through initiation, becoming the thing they wanted most. For the Brothers, passing the torch to their convenient constitution was as important as the legacy it was rooted on. Finding the right pledges to carry on the frat's history, upholding its ideals and laws, was not something taken lightly. Each pledge nominee was carefully screened and tested before given keys to the kingdom. Any ill will towards the fraternity or its alumni would result in instant dismissal from the fraternity, and loss to all its opportunities. Rarely were fraternity laws ever broken, and never had there been a dismissal of one of its members. All of the fraternity brothers from the previous year return (except for those that graduated), moving up one notch on the frat's social roster. A new senior frat president was automatically empowered and assigned the task of making sure the fraternity continued to uphold all of its laws and practices. Lower rankings were then decided by the new president, delegating assignments and giving tasks with deadlines for when tasks must be completed. It was also the president's job to screen and initiate new members, to keep the fraternity's dream alive. The first night of return was usually commemorated with a big open door party, allowing members from other fraternities, sororities (as well as members of the school's student body), free access onto their grounds. This was the best way for the fraternities to meet and greet future candidates, and to score new campus booty. Many of the men of the fraternities dated sorority women, wanting women well versed in proper etiquette, education, and class. This however didn't stop them from roaming the campus for coeds, looking to make their marks as playboys. In fact, most of the wildest parties had been held at school fraternities: underage drinking, sex, drugs, even prostitution, were all big parts of what gave a frat its cool allure and reputation. As a rule, many of the fraternity pledges HAD to sleep with a prostitute to insure there were NO virgins in their ranks (this rule was especially enforced at Omega, where most of its members were considered athletic superiors). For Omega-Chi-Nu, opening day set the tone for the entire school year. A great turn out of students meant their popularity was still high. Even those not interested in pledging a frat couldn't resist showing up at open house for the free booze, and to see just what made the frats tick, knowing their parties were often considered `off the chain'. Alcohol was always plentiful as kegs of beer and liquor were rolled in inconspicuously so campus security wouldn't see (and those who did were often paid off not to report it). Area drug dealers were also invited to frat parties, keeping the contents of WEED and other forms of illegal substance prominent during party hours. As the night rolled in and more and more students began to invade the 3 story frat, members started zeroing in on fresh innocent coeds unfamiliar with the frat's reputation for `poppin' cherries'. Several girls were singled out, and their cups were never allowed to be empty as frat members kept pouring them fresh drinks. Midway through the party, many of the girls (most on their own for the first times in their young lives) were feeling woozy, or were flat-out blasted and immediately needed a place to lie down to sleep it off. They would be escorted upstairs to some of the frat brother's bedrooms (often by sorority members they trusted), and left alone by themselves (though not for long). Frat members would discreetly leave the party (one or two at a time so they wouldn't be missed) and `find' the girls passed out alone in their beds and have their ways with them. Many of the girls were unaware they were participating in sexual intercourse (too wasted to know what was happening to them). The boys had no qualms about lifting the girl's skirt, or lowering her pants and panties. Some of the boys (if they were the privileged first to score) would perform fellatio on the sleeping girl, placing his face between her legs and eating her pussy. Most of the guys felt the `rapes' were consensual IF they gave the girls pleasure first (rather they were awake to enjoy it or not). Sometimes the girls would moan in their sleep, unaware their dreams of being orally pleased weren't dreams at all. Afterwards the guys (after so much prodding and alcohol consumption) were more than too eager to fuck, sometimes ramming their dicks into the girls so hard that the girls would feel the effects for days after. Sometimes the girl fought back, kicking and screaming before being overwhelmed and held down against their wills by accomplices. The girls were often too ashamed or embarrassed to report the rapes to the authorities, often either becoming recluse in their studies, joining one of the sororities for solidarity and safety in numbers, or leaving the school altogether. Sometimes the victims aren't female. There had been a number of times where the victims were guys from another fraternity, or a wet behind the ears freshmen with too much liquor in his system and not enough friends at the party to watch his back. The fraternities were all straight oriented, but that didn't mean they were above showing some arrogant new comer his proper place in the scheme of things. For sophomore Clarence (CJ) Johnson, the return from summer vacation with the family meant SOMEONE at the party was going home with a sore booty. Clarence had managed to keep his sexuality secret from the masses of J-University, but several members of the basketball team he played for knew his status, some having had firsthand knowledge of his preference. CJ stood by the back of the wall, silently holding a plastic cup up to his lips as he scoped the crowd for fresh meat. His relationship with fellow teammate Derek Wilson ended on good terms, but CJ wasn't interested in reconnecting with old flames, this was his second year of college, and he intended to live it like it was his last. Several stars-struck students came over to wish CJ (and the team) good luck during the college ball school year. CJ thanks them for being fans, but really was in no mood to socialize his celebrity. He had his eye on the new guy, the new recruit coach Brown insisted would bring `game' to the court and insure another championship. Just last year CJ was that recruit, becoming a throne in the side of Tyrome Smith (the team's last team captain). CJ knew coach Brown's tactic was to force him (CJ) to step up his game to stay one step ahead of the new guy so he wouldn't feel threatened as `last year's model', but CJ planned to jump through hoops for no one. He had a plan of his own, one that included ramming his 11" black dick balls deep in the newbie's hot ass. CJ knew from experience that the best way to show a brotha that he was a force to be reckon with, was by taking his manhood and fucking with his mind. It certainly worked well for him in the past, and CJ saw no reason why it wouldn't work now? Walking over to where the boy stood observing the crowd, CJ got the guy a drink, then introduced himself... "Hi..." he said causally, handing the guy a beer. "...I'm CJ, the team Captain...!" "Hannibal Williams!" said the 18 year old, shaking hands firmly. "Coach Brown told me all about you..." said CJ, talking over the loud music. "...says you're pretty good...! Have you seen us play...?" "No..." said Hannibal, honestly. "...but I know yall won last year's championship...! Coach Brown told me YOU were instrumental in that win...!" "Well..., it was a TEAM effort..." said CJ, showing false modesty. "If you like..., I could take you over to the gym to run a few hoops...?" "Really...?" glee Hannibal, honored for the attention from a star player. "That'd be cool!" "C'mon..." said CJ, leading the way out. "This is YOUR ride...?" asked the boy, seeing CJ's new 2012 Aston Martin DBS. "You can't be serious!" "Perks of being at the top of a winning team!" smiled CJ, pressing a button on his security key chain to start the car automatically and blast hip-hop music loud enough to be heard from 3 blocks away. "If we win the championship this year..., will I get a ride like this...?!" asked the boy, sinking into the bucket seats. "Doubt it..." said CJ, honestly. "...but they might get you a cheaper one..., something under 50 grand!" "Sweet!" smiled Hannibal, as CJ backed out of his assigned parking space, then took off down campus like a bat out of hell. The drive from the frat house to the Sports Center was a short one, but Hannibal enjoyed every second of it as he bobbed his head in time with the heavy drum of the rap song they listened to. CJ couldn't help wondering if the head bob was any indication of the boy's `head' skills? Pulling up in front of the Center, the two males got out and made their way down the walk to the side entrance. Knowing the doors would still be unlocked, CJ escorted his new teammate inside. Hannibal couldn't help being taken by the awe of the room; the freshly waxed woods, the bleaches, the score boards, the Sharp close circuit TV's, etc. "Yup..." said CJ, reading Hannibal's facial expressions. "...this's where all the magic happens...!" "Is it true that they wanted you to go pro last year, but you turned them down...?" asked Hannibal, curiously. "Yeah..." answered CJ, walking over to the ball-bend to fetch a basketball. "...a couple of pro teams made me offers..., but coach Brown and my dad thought I should hold off and get my education first." "That's what's up..." said Hannibal, as CJ began dribbling towards him. "...I'm not sure I could've turned down all that money...!" "Just imagine the offers by the time I finish college and land a few more championships under my belt..., I could practically PICK which pro team I wanna be on then!" devised CJ. "Guess so..." agreed Hannibal, watching as CJ pealed off his shirt, revealing his slim but muscular dark skin torso. "Best out of 10...?" he asked, tossing Hannibal the ball. "What I get if I win...?" asked Hannibal, sitting the ball on the floor before peeling off his own shirt to reveal his own well developed torso. CJ couldn't help washing his eyes over his body, admiring his physique. "What do you want...?" asked CJ, suggestively (one eyebrow raised). "To drive your car!" said Hannibal without thought. "Fine. And if I win...?" asked CJ. "What do YOU want...?" asked Hannibal, naively. "You..." said CJ, not cracking a smile. "Yeah, whatever...!" laughed Hannibal, believing it a joke. "Seriously...!" "I am serious...!" said CJ. Hannibal's smile dropped as he started to look at CJ in a different light. "I don't get down like that..." he said, defensively. "I know..." said CJ, walking over to him. "...that's what makes the stakes so high!" Hannibal braced himself as CJ walked straight up to him. Unsure what the taller, older boy would do, he steeled his body for whatever, ready to react if he touched him in an unfamiliar way... Fortunately all CJ wanted was the ball. Reaching down in front of Hannibal, he grabbed the basketball with both hands, then started twirling it on his index finger, spinning it like a globe. "If you had any REAL confidence in your game, you would have taken my offer, kicked my ass in the best of 10, then been mackin' the honeys in my ride...!" said CJ, using psychology on his opponent. "That fact that you're standing here defending your heterosexuality, proves you ain't got what it takes to be a top playa in this sport!" "Whatever..." said Hannibal, feeling played. "Whateva!" said CJ. "Snappy comeback!" "Fuck you!" snapped Hannibal. "Put your game where you mouth is...!" challenged CJ. "Or better yet..., but your ASS there...!" Bouncing the ball methodically, CJ slowly turned and walked away, leaving Hannibal with something to think about. From his office upstairs, coach Brown took a moment from getting his dick sucked, to walk over to his small observation window to see WHO was bouncing balls downstairs on court? "Fuck it..." said the boy, tossing his shirt to the floor. "...let's GO!" "First to 10...?" asked CJ, turning around with a smile. "Yeah!" answered Hannibal, confident he could give the star a run for his money. "Check me!" said CJ, throwing Hannibal the ball. Hannibal threw it back, giving CJ an inbound toss. CJ took that first unexpected opportunity to throw a long jump over Hannibal's head, sinking the ball in nothing but net. "one-nothing!" smiled CJ, backing up to his end of the court. Hannibal ran to retrieve the ball, then casually bounced it down court, sizing CJ up as he got nearer. CJ honed in on Hannibal, stretching out his long wingspan arms to guard any direction, cutting off Hannibal's choices. Hannibal faked a left, then ran right for an easy lay-up. "Not bad..." said CJ, having possession of the ball. He causally walked a few steps to catch Hannibal off guard, then suddenly took off as he ran full speed down the other end of the court. Hannibal was hot on his heels, catching up to stop him as CJ dribbled the back between his legs, behind his back, then shot another jumper, causing the ball to ricochet off the backboard for another point. With Hannibal now in possession, then return up court was quick. Both boys did a lot of stop-starting, causing their sneakers to echo off the woods. Coach Brown watched from his window, as his live-in lover (Russell Collins) walked up behind him... "What's got your attention...?" he asked, peering down from the small window behind his boyfriend. "What'r they doing down there this time of night...?" "Wagering... " said Brown, having heard the who conversation through his open window. "...I think CJ's making his move on another player...!" "Well, while you're watching him score..." said Russell, sinking to his knees in front of his lover. "...I'll be down here making my own scores...!" Coach Brown said nothing as his lover of over 20 years retook his wet dick back in his mouth and resumed sucking, bobbing his head back and forth as he swallowed his lover's prick whole, without strain or incident. Coach Brown felt his dick slip down his lover's throat, but couldn't keep his eyes off the two basketball players on court as Hannibal rushed for a jump-shot but quickly got rejected by the taller CJ, who stole the ball and made a fast break down court for a 3-1 lead. Hannibal started to become desperate to make up points as he started to get more aggressive. Not only was his reputation on the line, so was his ass. I didn't believe CJ was serious about wanting HIM in the bet, but the implications was enough to make him want to fight hard to spare his manhood. The two men fought like gladiators on the court. Anyone watching would have thought they were watching a championship game, minus the other 8 players. Sweat formed on both athletes as they ran back and forth, foiling each other's plans to leap ahead in the game as they blocked plays and took personal hits. "Is this a ball game or a boxing match...?" joked CJ, after nearly being knocked to the ground at a 7-6 lead. "Call it what you want..." said Hannibal, determined to stop CJ's next 3 shots. CJ took the ball and started down court. Hannibal was there every step of the way, refusing to give CJ a moment to breathe let alone find an open path. But CJ wasn't without tricks up his sleeve as he charged the basket, then threw the ball ahead of him as it slammed against the backboard and bounced off. In mid-air CJ got repossession of the ball, then slam dunked it. "8-6!" he yelled. Hannibal said nothing as sweat started to run down his worried brow. Taking the ball, he jotted up court, doing some fancy footwork to confuse CJ, bouncing the ball behind his back, between his legs, pivoting left and right and around in circles. CJ had enough, CHECKING Hannibal and stealing the ball as the boy fell back on his ass. "9-6!" he yelled, triumphantly. "You FOULED me!" argued Hannibal. "Ain't no fouls in one on one!" defined CJ. "Like HELL man!" yelled Hannibal, storming off court. "You a cheater!" he said, snatching his shirt off the floor before heading to the door. "Wait..." called CJ. Hannibal turned around... "What...?" he asked angrily, his body glistening with a fine sheen. CJ stood in center court, then aimed the ball overhead towards his basket and shot. The ball traveled through air as if in slow motion, twirling slowly as it sank through the hoop, catching nothing but net. CJ turned towards Hannibal... "10-6..., you officially OWE me some booty!" "Fuck YOU!" said Hannibal, storming off with CJ laughing in the background. >>>> >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>SCENE4<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<< DORMS 18 year old Zeff Underwood returned to his room after hanging out at Omega House, feeling a little hung over as he drunkenly made his way over to his bed and collapsed. His roommate Kevin Smith sat up in his single sized bed, going over his morning class schedule, when his roommate came home from the party. "So..., how was it...?" he asked curiously, knowing how wild those frat houses could be. "I've gotta get in there..." said Zeff, totally stoked about joining. "A lot of pretty girls there, eh...?" asked Kevin, figuring Zeff probably had his pick of chicks. "Girls...?" questioned the boy, as if they were the furthest thing from his mind. "No..." he said drunkenly, pulling off his shoes as he sat on the edge of the bed. "...it's the camaraderie of men! A brotherhood! A bonding that seals guys together forever, for life!" "Sounds gay to me..." joked Kevin, not giving his statement a second thought. Zeff paused, his drunken mind unable to bypass the statement as a joke. He stared at his roommate for several minutes, trying to figure if he was an asshole or just plain stupid...? "What...?" asked Kevin, noticing his roommate's stare. "Are you an asshole..., or just stupid...?" asked Zeff, unaware he was saying this out loud. "Why...? What I say...?" asked Kevin, trying to think back a few unmemorable moments ago. "What's wrong with being gay...? You have something against gay people...?" "Not at all..." said Kevin, "...my dad's gay...!" Zeff's eyes bulged. "Your DAD'S gay...??" he questioned. Kevin could see the wheels trying to turn in his brain. "How...?!" he asked a minute later. "He was married to my mom at first, then he got a divorce and moved in with his new girlfriend who had an affair on him. My dad came home one day from work early and found them both fucking in his bed, and fought the guy. But the guy beat him up, then butt fucked him in front of his girlfriend...!" explained Kevin in a nutshell. "After that, my dad just started getting fucked more and more often, until he found himself living with his new boyfriend...!" "Wow..." said Zeff, thinking out loud. "...I wish MY dad had been gay..., I would've sucked his dick every night...!" "What...?!" asked Kevin, thinking he had been hearing things. "What did you say...?" But it was too late, Zeff had already fallen back in bed and passed out, too drunk to stay awake. Kevin felt his dick twitch at the thought of having a gay roommate. What were the odds of him finding a new fuck buddy on the first day of school, after leaving his father/lover back home in Philadelphia (My Woman's Lover for details). ____________________________________ This story is written and owned by Eugene Marvin AKA NPhillydogg Hit me up at AOL, or join me on Facebook for faster updates and ideas of what I'm working in next. BONUS SCENE... "Wait..." called CJ. Hannibal turned around... "What...?" he asked angrily, his body glistening with a fine sheen. CJ stood in center court, then aimed the ball overhead towards his basket and shot. The ball traveled through air as if in slow motion, twirling slowly as it sank through the hoop, catching nothing but net. CJ turned towards Hannibal... "10-6..., you officially OWE me some booty!" "Fuck YOU!" said Hannibal, storming off with CJ laughing in the background. Looking up at the coach's office, he noticed the light on when he came in. Walking upstairs, he was sure not to make too much noise in case coach had company. Sure enough when CJ arrived at the open door, he found Russell Collins lying face down over the coach's desk, his bare ass exposed as his pants lay in a heap on the floor. Coach Brown stood behind Russell, holding his thick waist as he humped into his ass with strong powerful strokes. CJ could hear the men grunting between thrusts, their animal growls causing the horny teen's dick to fatten and thicken in his pants. "Don't just stand there watching, whip it out and bring it here...!" called Russell, seeing CJ's shadow in the stairwell. CJ laughed as he pushed the door open further... "For a couple of OLD men, you two fuck like rabbits!" he joked. "I'll show you old..." sniped coach Brown, "...bring that ass over here!" "Sorry coach, my ass is still an outty...!" announced the boy, pulling out his long stiff hardon as Russell licked his dry lips with anticipation. CJ walked up to the desk as Russell stretched his mouth open, swaying his head in time with the standing dick as he tried to capture it between his lips like a loose fish. CJ stood still as Russell Collins suddenly took his dick into his mouth and started sucking, latching hold like a drowning victims clinging to a life preserve. Russell reached up and cupped CJ's small ass, pulling him in closer as he swallowed his entire dick whole. "awwww..." moaned CJ, "...I forgot how good that mouth feels..." "Too busy chasing those young virgins..." laughed Brown, fucking his boyfriend's ass steadily. "...can't no virgin mouth or ass swallow dick from both ends like an experienced man...!" CJ watched Russell's twisted face buried in his crotch, his entire dick lodged down the older man's straining throat while coach Brown dug his 10" thick pole in and out of his ass with nonstop thrusts... "I guess not..." he conceded, knowing experienced counted for something. Russell pulled back and began bobbing his head on CJ's prod, loving the way the long black snake felt sliding down the back of his throat. But while CJ enjoyed head as much as the next guy, it was watching his coach's dick sliding in and out of the well fucked hole that got CJ's juices flowing. "How bout we switch off for a minute, Coach...?" he asked, wanting to feel some ass wrapped around his dick. "No problem kid..." said Coach, pulling his wet slimy dick free of his lover's hole. "...you know I like sloppy seconds...!" CJ pulled his dick from Russell's hungry mouth, then quickly walked around to the other side of the desk to take the coach's place. Coach Brown switched sides as well, presenting his dick for more sucking as CJ pulled Russell's meaty ass apart and stared down at his well used, well fucked hole. The soft swollen anal lips and quarter gap certainly showed that coach Brown and Russell Collins had been together a lot of years. If Russell's asshole was a sofa, it'd have gone out for reupholstery and an overhaul long ago. CJ aimed his dickhead up to the flabby hole, then pushed in, sinking all the way in effortlessly. Feeling Russell's warm entrails attack his dick like prickly silk, he ground his hips into the older man's ass to churn his sausage home before pulling back to begin fucking. Coach Brown watched his star player fuck his lover. He and Russell had been together for so long that they both enjoyed occasionally watching each other fuck other people, just to keep the fires of their passion burning. A hot 3sum could rekindle the fire for days, until the next hot 3sum or 4sum. Brown liked watching other men get pleasure from his boyfriend's talented ass, while Russell tolerated watching Brown butt fuck other men. CJ moved back and forth through the older man's ass, feeling the rubbery walls of his anus cling to his dick shaft like puckered lips. He watched his dick slide back and forth, the shaft becoming slicker from lube planted deep in the man's gut. CJ couldn't deny how great Russell's hole felt on his dick, despite its overuse over the years. Fistings, double penetrations, gangbangs, daily fuckings, all contributed in the flabbiness of his anus. But despite it all, Russell wouldn't have had it any other way. Getting butt fucked up the ass by some big horse dick jock had been Russell's daily dream ever since meeting Tony Brown over two decades ago. Through it all; his failed married, failed football career, financial debt and uncertainty, they stayed together like testicles sharing the same hairy sac. When one would fall, the other would rise to the occasion, spewing love like semen as they churned together and enjoyed the ride. Russell tightened his anus around CJ's thrusting pole, gripping the slick shaft as it exited and reentered repeatedly, building up speed and momentum as CJ clinched Russell's hips for support, then hammered hard at his wide backside. Both Russell and Brown knew CJ was getting close. Brown studied the boy's pained facial expressions as he thrust, his face telling the story his balls were experiencing as they bounced about in their sac. Russell could tell CJ was getting close by the pounding his ass was taking, CJ's pelvic bone slapped into his ass like a wooded paddle, punishing his bottom. It was rare that CJ got to fuck someone (anyone) with his entire dick, without worrying about hurting them or having to fight their sphincter muscles for ownership of the chute. Fucking Russell's asshole was like face fucking a toothless old man, while the idea of it wasn't that appealing, the actual feeling was mind blowing as CJ plunged in one last time, then roared like a wounded animal. "AAARRRRRHHHHH...!!" he screamed, coming hard as he filled coach Brown's boyfriend's ass with his hot spooge. "Oh yeah..., of god, I feel it..., he's coming...! Yeah..." moaned Russell, squeezing CJ column with his muscles to milk the shaft. CJ pressed his hips home, emptying his balls in the older man's ass before finally pulling free. His dick fell satisfied and limp over his nuts, a droplet of thick heavy cream oozed from the tip, dripping slowly to the flood as coach Brown pulled from his lover's mouth. "Thanks guy..." said CJ, really needing that nut. "...but I gotta get back to the party...!" he added, pulling up his pants. "No problem..." said coach, as Russell continued leaning across the desk, waiting for his man to continue. Coach Brown gripped CJ's arm as he was about to dash out the door. "Hey..., be careful..." he warned. "...you don't want too many people learning your secret..., there's no place for gay athletes in pro OR college basketball...!" "I know what I'm doing, Coach...!" insisted CJ, not taking heed. Coach Brown relaxed his hold as CJ took off down the steps, fastening his pants as he ran. "He'll learn..." said Russell, making himself comfortable as coach Brown walked around behind him, knelt down on the floor, then pulled his ass cheeks apart to see his asshole firsthand up close. A tickle of CJ's sperm was already leaking out, as Brown leaned forward and licked it up before pressing his face into his lover's ass, enjoying the taste of his student's seed.