This story is fictional and is not intended to imply anything about the true sexuality of the celebrities mentioned or any personal knowledge about their private lives.
[I started with the new kids cause they're new, but I'll get to the old favorites soon.]
Part 1
Damn, it was hot. Greg Paulus grimaced under the weight of his duffel bags as he staggered toward the dorm where he'd be spending the next year of his life. First year of college for the highly prized basketball recruit at Duke University, and the air around him seemed charged with expectations wherever he went. He hadn't even been to his first practice and already it seemed like everybody knew who he was. Greg knew they were all counting on him to become their starting point guard eventually, and he'd been spending a lot of time thinking about all the high hopes placed on his broad shoulders.
For the moment, though, all he could think of was the heat. Back in New York, where Greg had been a prep school standout not only in basketball but also as the starting quarterback for his football team, the summers weren't nearly this bad. Hot, yeah--but the humidity here was incredible. He wiped the sweat from his forehead as he trudged on.
Greg was a good-looking kid, standing 6'2" and just starting to fill out his 180-pound frame. Because he was a two-sport star, he trained constantly and the taut musculature of his arms, chest and shoulders showed it. His dirty blond hair was cut fairly short, the ends glistening with his perspiration. You could tell, looking at him, that he'd been the stud jock at his high school and he'd be the stud jock in college too.
But there wasn't anyone around to notice him now as he pushed open the door to his dorm, lugging his bags up the stairs from the entrance to his room. He'd gotten the key beforehand and he unlocked the door quickly, his stuff tumbling to the ground as he came inside. Greg breathed out in exhaustion, looking as he stood up again at the room around him.
It was big--what you'd expect for a varsity athlete--and had a nice view of the quad. Greg selected the bed farthest from the door and laid his stuff down. He was wet from the humidity and decided to change before unloading the rest of his bags. He pulled open one of the duffels and grabbed a pair of burgundy mesh shorts.
Greg pulled off his white t-shirt, whose thin fabric had been sticking tightly to his chest, shoulders and stomach. It rolled effortlessly along his upper body, exposing first his nicely defined six-pack, then his thick pecs and large nipples, finally easing over his bulging delts, traps and biceps. Now shirtless, Greg looked down with satisfaction at his muscular torso. No wonder the best schools in the country wanted this body on their team.
He followed by unbuckling his belt and dropping his J. Crew jeans, kicking them off and feeling the cool air against his refreshingly free ass and package under his boxers. Greg's was a perfect muscle ass, one the girls couldn't avoid staring at when it bulged neatly into his football uniform or when a pair of sagged basketball shorts hung off its twin mounds of muscle. On the other side, Greg's thick 8-inch dick didn't hurt either, and it had pounded a select few girls lucky enough to have struck the hung jock's fancy--and a few others.
Soon, though, he pulled on the mesh shorts, sagged over his knees but still tight enough that his sizable bulge showed through. Greg decided to leave his shirt off--it was hot enough without something clinging tightly to his pecs and arms. Greg put on a pair of loose gray New Balances and turned for the door.
"What's up, dude?" Standing before him was Josh McRoberts, Duke's other highly prized recruit for the 2005 class, himself clutching several heavy bags, which he dropped on the floor as he entered.
Greg was immediately breathless. He'd met Josh before, and they'd talked on the phone a lot, but the kid had shaved his head since then and done some serious workout development. Josh was 6'10" and 240 pounds, the classic big guy. But he had some nice, toned muscle to complement the simple bulk that most centers had. Yeah, this guy was a stud just like Greg--the brooding, well-defined features, the thick muscles of his neck, shoulders and chest, the sagged jeans into which his thick, impressive--
"Hey, man," Greg said, jerking his eyes up from his teammate's crotch. He held out his hand and felt Josh's firm grip, his 8-incher twitching slightly at the contact. "When'd you get here?"
"Few minutes ago," Josh answered, dumping his stuff on the other bed without another word. Greg couldn't stop himself from taking a glance at his soon-to-be roommate's ass under the jeans. Fuck, he thought, checking out the tight glutes, had to have a nice ass. The handsome point guard knew he was more than a little attracted to other guys, and though he'd been able to hide it under his athletic image till now, he didn't know how he was going to live with a hunk like Josh McRoberts for a year without letting his libido get the best of him.
Josh, for his part, was just as aroused by his roommate, but checked Greg out with a calmness the New Yorker lacked. Like most Hoosiers, Josh was confident in himself and knew that whatever happened, his actions would stand on their own without any influence from what other people thought. His game spoke for itself--why shouldn't the rest of his life? Besides, Josh was a big guy and as he saw it, anybody who had a problem with him was more than welcome to take it up with him.
It was with this quiet self-assurance that the bulked-up center looked over Greg Paulus' shirtless torso, drinking in every detail of Greg's stacked pecs, thick biceps and triceps, and impressively defined six-pack. This kid was an athlete, no doubt about it. Josh's eyes drifted down to see his teammate's growing bulge and grinned, both at the evidently ample size of Greg's endowment but also at the increasingly likely prospect of getting to know it better.
But Greg, more cautious, had already turned back to the door. "I'm gonna get some more of my stuff," he muttered. What the fuck's wrong with me? he thought as he hurried out of the dorm and back to his car. I can't do this--this can't be happening. And yet he couldn't get Josh's image out of his head, and worse, he imagined that built 6'10" frame losing the clothes he'd been wearing, exposing his pecs, his stomach...his dick?
Fuck, Paulus, you're in deep shit this time, he thought as he realized he was infatuated with McRoberts. He grabbed a few more bags and headed back to the room. He'd rather have gotten in his car and driven back to New York, but he knew that wasn't exactly possible. Basketball was his life, and he couldn't run away from it.
Greg opened the door to their room again and dropped his things on the floor in surprise. Seemingly following Greg's fantasy, Josh had shed all his clothes except his tight gray boxer briefs. The quarterback-guard who was trying so desperately not to be attracted to his roommate nearly came in his mesh shorts just from the sight of it. Josh's mildly defined yet stunningly thick pecs were topped off on each side by a tantalizingly large and erect nipple. His stomach was not a six-pack but the power of his abs was clearly visible around the thin grooves of muscle. Greg's gaze slid unstoppably down to stare at Josh's package underneath the thin fabric of his briefs. Shit, he was hung--he had a cock that easily matched his build, its thick 9-inch mass in full view as it pressed out impatiently.
"Dude," said Greg, trying to turn away even as he felt his own handsome prick begin to swell under his mesh shorts. "Put on some clothes."
"I would, Greg," said Josh, standing and walking over to him, "but I get the feeling you'd rather have my clothes off." The calm, sexy confidence of his gorgeous, hung teammate was breaking Greg's defenses. For an 18-year-old, Josh sure knew how to seduce a guy he wanted.
Slowly, Greg turned back to face his roommate. He had to look up as Josh had a few inches on him, but when he did the warm yet solidly masculine eyes looking down at him paralyzed him completely. Fortunately for both of them, Josh's lust took over from there, his hands easing around Greg's waist. Never taking their eyes off each other, the two Duke jock studs leaned in and let their lips meet.
"You're fucking beautiful," Greg whispered through the kiss as his own hands slipped down to grip the tight bulge of Josh's ass. Josh smiled, then dug deeper, his tongue reaching out into Greg's mouth. The kiss was electric--though they'd both experimented with guys before, it hadn't been anything like this. Greg Paulus and Josh McRoberts lusted after each other in ways they couldn't have imagined a day earlier.
And they certainly weren't going to limit themselves to a kiss, no matter how fucking hot it was. Greg's cock had taken over for his brain and he was now working his way down Josh's body. His lips caressed the built center's neck and shoulders, dropping to lick his pecs as Josh's hands ran through his hair. Greg's fingers slid under Josh's boxer briefs imperceptibly, easing them down as the prep star sank to his knees.
When he looked up he was faced with Josh McRoberts' thick 9-inch cock, achingly hard with precum dripping freely from the slit. Greg had only sucked a couple dicks before, but he wasn't going to let that stop him now. He started with Josh's broad mushroom head, tonguing the end and licking the juice off the tip. He quickly eased more of it into his mouth, sliding his hands around to grip Josh's ass for leverage as three, then five inches filled his mouth.
Josh was totally incapacitated as he felt Greg Paulus' hot mouth around his cock--this was totally different from when girls gave him head. Greg seemed to genuinely love his prick as he crammed seven inches of the massive tool down his throat. Just when neither one thought he could swallow it all, Greg's throat relaxed and Josh's massive fuckpole sank to the hilt in the cut point guard's mouth, Greg's lips closing around it as he slowly and happily massaged the entire length.
Josh knew he wouldn't last long but he didn't anticipate Greg's hands easing around to cup his sizable nuts, coaxing the tall Hoosier's juice into his shaft. "Fuck, dude, you're gonna make me cum!"
But Greg didn't slow down, worshipping Josh's cock as his roommate grabbed his head and started fucking his face more powerfully. "Yeah, eat my cock Greg, suck my dick, you little quarterback stud," he moaned as his partner showed no signs of letting up. Josh wondered where Greg had learned to give head like this, then remembered he'd been a big football jock too, and everybody knew there was plenty of man-on-man action in those locker rooms.
Finally the 18-year-old big man couldn't take it anymore and felt his balls churning, his cum rising up through his massive dick to shoot out into Paulus' mouth. Greg swallowed it all with only a little difficulty, forcing the last of Josh's nut out from the throbbing head as he pulled off. He fell back on his bed, which left his painfully hard 8-inch boner pushing out urgently into his mesh shorts, a sight that reminded McRoberts of another reason he'd hit on his stud teammate.
Greg had only been lying there a moment when he felt three or four big fingers slip over his cut stomach and slide along his obliques to tug on the waistband of his shorts. He looked up to see Josh on his knees, easing the shorts off along with Greg's boxers. The handsome guard couldn't find it in himself to resist, not with those impossibly sexy eyes staring at him, Josh's staid expression masking his desire to rip off Greg's clothes, worship his cock then fuck him like a whore. Instead of that, Josh just slowly pulled his roommate's shorts off, then leaned down to slip his lips around Greg's aching cockhead.
Greg was surprised he didn't blow his load right there, just from the thought of this muscular 240-pound stud with a 9-inch meat he'd just deep-throated, now getting ready to suck his dick. It was too fucking hot. But somehow he held on as Josh's mouth took more and more of Greg's thick tool inside, his hands reaching around to clutch against the quarterback's muscle ass. With that he pushed the rest of Paulus' prick down his throat and started to suck hard.
The New Yorker was in heaven, his hands running over Josh's shaved head in utter sexual abandon as McRoberts brought him the short distance to climax. Within a minute, Greg's pecs and abs were flexing and Josh felt his nuts twitch against his chin. "Aw fuck, I'm gonna cum in your mouth, dude, fuckin' drink it, man!"
That was all the warning Greg gave as his 8-inch fuckpole poured several shots of Duke jock batter deep into Josh's throat. The other Blue Devil stud drank it greedily, tasting his new teammate for the first time. Both of them were totally euphoric at this point, knowing they'd be sexually satisfied in this room for a long time to come. What they didn't know was that somebody else might want in on the fun.
"Hey guys, I'm not interrupting anything, am I?" The two freshmen looked up in horror to see J.J. Redick, the team's fourth-year stud shooter, watching them fuck.
"Shit dude, I can explain--" said Greg quickly.
"Don't bother," said J.J., "long as I get a turn."
To be continued...
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