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.
Part 5
A couple months later, March and the postseason had arrived. J.J. Redick's Blue Devils were primed for a run at the title, and their star player seemed relaxed and easygoing as never before, his stroke smooth, his drives flawless, his defense tenacious. Nik Caner-Medley's loving had done more for him than he ever imagined.
But today the two players weren't trying to help each other out as Duke and Maryland took each other on in the ACC tournament semifinal. The other semi pitted Carolina and BC a few hours later. The first game was scheduled to start in an hour, and J.J. and Nik had slipped away to one of the back tunnels of the Greensboro Coliseum.
"You know I'm not gonna go easy on you," said Nik, smiling as he felt J.J.'s hands on his cheek and shoulders. "Just because you're gorgeous doesn't mean I'm gonna let you win."
"Fuck no," said J.J., now letting his fingers run over Nik's pecs and abs, down to slip around the Terp stud's cock under his sagged red shorts. "I want your best game."
"Oh, you're gonna get it," Nik said, leaning in to kiss J.J. as his hands fell back to grip Redick's muscular ass.
"I wanna fuck you so bad," J.J. answered, talking between kisses.
"You think I don't want this beast in my ass right now?" Nik said, his fingers sliding over J.J.'s rigid 10-incher, feeling its thick mass through Redick's white and blue Duke shorts.
"We got forty minutes-—" J.J. interrupted himself as he heard something farther down in the tunnel, and both guys turned instantly. It was something like a gasp, a quick little breath that someone had tried unsuccessfully to stifle. Nik and J.J. needed to walk only a few steps before they found what they'd heard, and both of them grinned widely.
Standing there, his hand down his pants and still pumping furiously, was Rashad McCants, the absolutely stacked former shooting guard for North Carolina. After winning the title last year, McCants had been drafted by the T-wolves, who were as interested in picking up a winner as they were a guy with a solid 6'4" 205-pound frame like Rashad had. They probably didn't know about this, though.
"Fuck...boys, what's up?" Rashad stammered. "I just heard you guys, and..."
"And what, bitch? Started jackin' off?" J.J. sounded angry, but Nik knew he was playing and decided to play along.
"I'm sorry, man," said McCants, sounding worried.
"Didn't know you were a fag, Rashad," said Nik, shoving him to his knees. "Bet they'd like to hear about that in Chapel Hill."
"Or Minnesota," added J.J.
"I ain't a fag," muttered Rashad, trying to stand his ground.
"Oh, really," said J.J. "I guess that's why you thought our little talk was so fuckin' hot, huh?" As he tore into McCants, he couldn't resist looking down over the built Carolina stud's muscular body. Rashad was wearing a tight sky blue Carolina t-shirt—-he'd obviously come to root on his Tar Heels. His massive pecs and biceps bulged into the shirt, their rounded mountains of muscle threatening the seams. Rashad's stomach was an eight-pack and his tight obliques pointed sexily down to his waist. He wore sagged gray sweats over loose white boxers, so he was tenting obviously, his dick hard both from earlier and from the way Redick and Caner-Medley were talking to him now. J.J. and Nik could tell that McCants' prick was fucking enormous, one of the biggest they'd ever seen. But they weren't going to give in yet, they wanted to have a little more fun first.
J.J. pulled down his mesh shorts and lycra and wagged his hard cock in Rashad's face, even smacking his cheek with the broad, pre-cum-leaking cockhead. "You're telling me you don't want this big thick prick in your mouth?"
Rashad was silent for a moment. This was incredibly degrading-—sitting there having just been caught jacking off to two gay guys kissing, now getting his face slapped with the tool of the biggest stud of his team's biggest rival. He didn't know what to do, especially because he knew J.J. was right. There was nothing he wanted more than to take that gorgeous cock into his mouth and suck Redick's juice out down his throat. But he knew he might as well just bend over and become J.J.'s bitch...not that he would have minded that so much, either.
Finally McCants looked up and saw Redick's handsome features staring down at him, waiting. J.J. grinned, and Rashad was done for. He opened his mouth and very hesitantly began to tongue the tip of J.J.'s cock. It wasn't that he'd never given head before, he just couldn't believe he finally had the chance to suck J.J. Redick's dick, and was far enough gone to actually do it.
But J.J. had no patience for such hesitation, and as soon as the Carolina stud opened his lips, Redick pushed about half of the 10-inch meat into Rashad's throat. McCants gagged as he was surprised by the sudden fullness of his mouth, but quickly adjusted, really getting into it as he threw his worries aside. Not to mention the intense feeling he got whenever he was with a guy-—Rashad had had girlfriends before, but sex with guys was so much hotter. They were faster, stronger, just fucking better. He started sucking J.J.'s cock as hard as he'd wanted to, taking 7, then 9, then all 10 bulging inches into his throat.
Both J.J. and Rashad were surprised at how well he was blowing the built Duke stud, his throat muscles massaging the cockhead as his lips and tongue took care of the base. Damn, J.J. tasted every bit as good as Rashad had expected—-Redick was such a prick on the court that he had to have a huge prick to back it up.
But McCants could only feast on J.J.'s dick in peace for so long. "Yeah, fuckin' swallow my meat, big Tar Heel fag, eat it up," J.J. said, pulling Rashad's head in as he fucked his face. He was doing his best to distract the Carolina hunk as he saw Nik coming up behind him, shedding his shorts as he took aim at McCants' exposed asshole.
Rashad barely had time to react as he felt a big hand pull his sweats and boxers down, a sharply cold wetness sliding across his tight pucker, then the shockingly large mushroom head of Nik Caner-Medley's tool easing into his ass. "Yeah, bitch," said Nik, grunting as McCants' hole slowly relaxed to allow him to push deeper. "Open up that little Tar Hole for me, cocksucker, gonna breed your ass, dude." Even if he hadn't been getting off on feeling J.J. Redick's prick filling up his mouth, Rashad would gladly have opened his tight jock hole for a stud like Nik, who he'd admired only a little less than Redick. He dreamed constantly of feeling his thick Terp cock deep inside him.
And his dream was coming true as within a few seconds Nik's fuckpole was buried balls-deep in Rashad's ass. The hung senior began thrusting slowly but forcefully in and out of Rashad's hole. He caught the prostate and McCants' own dick inflated immediately, begging to blow as it worked itself free from the Tar Heel's loosened pants. J.J. saw it flop out and his eyes widened. Right then he blew his load in Rashad's throat, eight long shots of his thick Duke cum coating McCants' mouth and tongue as he pulled slowly out.
Rashad bent over further, moaning as he turned his ass up to give Nik an even better angle. The Marylander didn't miss his chance, going to town on McCants' ass, totally reaming the stacked Carolina stud until finally he busted his own nut deep in the hot ass he'd been pounding. Rashad grinned, feeling Nik's juice soak in his hole, relaxing his tired muscles after the incredibly hot experience of being double-dicked by J.J. Redick and Nik Caner-Medley.
But the other two hung ballers had something other than rest in mind. They were incredibly impressed that McCants had gotten both of them off without nutting himself, and knew they wanted to feel that kind of sexual stamina go to work on them.
"Stand up, bro," said J.J., glancing over Rashad's built torso under the tight blue t-shirt. McCants started to pull up his pants, but Nik put his hand to Rashad's and shoved them back down.
"Those stay off," he said forcefully. "So does this," he added, pulling McCants' shirt off, revealing his absolutely ripped upper body, his thick pecs, bulging biceps, cut eight-pack and taut delts and traps covered by beautiful caramel-colored skin. The stacked Tar Heel was now totally naked, and both Nik and J.J. could barely keep their eyes off of him.
Nik followed with his own jersey, sliding it up and over his muscular torso to leave himself as gorgeously naked as Rashad. He leaned in and kissed McCants on the neck, his hands gripping the Carolina stud's pecs and squeezing the large nipples perched on the two stacks of muscle. Caner-Medley's 9-inch cock was fully hard again and it ground against McCants' solid ass, the rest of his cut body brushing up to Rashad's muscular back.
J.J. was not about to be left out of this, and he quickly pulled off his own jersey, making McCants go harder than ever before as he revealed his jacked pecs, abs, and obliques. Redick wrapped his hands around to caress both Nik's cock and Rashad's tight ass, his pecs meeting Rashad's and his dick rubbing against the thick shaft of the hung national champion. Finally the two studs, who'd been staring at each other for several seconds, let their lips meet. The kiss was equally passionate on both sides but J.J. was more gung-ho, shooting his tongue into Rashad's mouth and seeking out his partner's.
Meanwhile Nik had not let up and he licked and kissed all over McCants' neck and shoulders. "This is fuckin' hot," he whispered as he even slipped to the side to catch a few seconds with J.J.'s hot mouth. But Rashad quickly pulled Redick back to him, so Nik just dropped down and began eating out McCants' ass. Rashad moaned in pleasure as he felt the built Terp jock's tongue slide in and out of his asshole. Inspired by his buddy, J.J. also sank to his knees, staring at McCants' thick black cock. It had to be a fucking foot long, its huge mushroom head spilling pre-cum all over the floor. The cut Blue Devil decided not to let any more go to waste, and he slowly and sensually eased Rashad McCants' flared cockhead into his mouth.
Rashad moaned loudly now as J.J. quickly swallowed his huge dick, Nik still probing his hole with his tongue. The two hung studs' hot mouths all over his body made McCants so horny he didn't know if he'd be able to keep it together much longer. Redick had now gotten his lips around all but the last inch or two of Rashad's massive cock, something even J.J. never thought he could do. The cut Tar Heel's hands were gripping Redick's head hard, lacing his fingers through the mop of brown hair. But just as McCants felt his nuts boiling over, J.J. pulled off and spun him around.
"I can tell my man over here wants a turn with that monster," he said. Nik willingly turned and knelt, but his face gave away a little concern. J.J. had been able to deep throat McCants' incredibly thick tool, but could he take it all in his ass? He was about to find out as Rashad lubed him up and quickly stuck his prick through Nik's tight pucker. Oh, this was gonna be good—-he definitely felt the thick mass filling him up as McCants drove about halfway in, but it was so smooth and so easy. The guy had been born to fuck. Nik grinned as he felt 6 inches slide in, then 8, nailing his prostate. He couldn't loosen anymore until J.J. came around, offering his own bulging Duke cock, and Nik took it quickly down his throat. The amazing sensation of Redick's 10-inch meat filling his mouth was enough of a distraction that the muscular Terp's ass finally loosened and Rashad's enormous fuckpole slid almost totally in his ass.
As McCants thrust his dick into Nik's burning hole and J.J. pushed his own massive prick in and out of his tight throat, Caner-Medley realized he was being filled with almost two feet of thick cock from two of the hottest studs in the league. Despite the fact that he'd just busted his nut a few minutes earlier, the situation was too fucking hot for him, and his 9-inch pole stiffened and exploded on the floor.
Immediately his ass tightened, and Rashad was done. Nik's ass muscles squeezing all around his foot-long shaft was too much for him, and he breathed out hard as he blew a huge load deep inside Nik's hole. A few seconds later he was pulling out, his cock softening as he lay back. Nik and J.J. were already up, licking and wiping the cum off of each other's muscled bodies. By the time McCants had gotten up, his two fuck partners had already dressed again and were kissing softly.
"So...what do we do now?" Rashad said, still naked and totally unsure of himself.
"We?" said J.J., turning to McCants as Nik reached down and stroked Redick's still-hard cock beneath his sagged shorts. "Me and this stud got a game. I don't know what you're doing."
"Aw, come on, dude," said Rashad, his eyes pleading. "I gotta get off again, fuck!"
"That's not my problem," Redick replied. "Unless...you want to beg for it." The look on McCants' face was priceless—-at once he realized the depth of shame he'd feel if he did it and the absolute necessity of doing whatever it took to feel these two studs' bodies wrapped in his again.
"Uh...fuck...please, J.J., let me...let me fuckin' suck your dick, dude, please, I want your fuckin' body, man, I can't go without it."
J.J. just smiled as he turned back to Nik. "Pretty good," he said. "But I gotta go. Maybe next time." With that they turned and walked off back toward the court.
"Mother fucker!" yelled Rashad. He went back to where he'd been hiding before, pulling down his pants and jacking off quietly, his face filled with embarrassment. His team might have topped Duke the year before, but he had to admit who was in charge that night.
Hope you enjoyed it. Might write a couple more if I get inspired once the season starts.
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