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. (This story is the property and copywrite of NPhillydogg@aol.com).
COLLEGE-BALL-15 Written by Eugene Marvin @ NPhillydogg@aol.com Please DO NOT COPY!
ONE
Things had been getting kind of strange for college senior, 21 year old basketball captain Tyrome Smith. After four years of being the school's darling (having the admiration of alumni as well as the entire student body) he found himself being on the other end as rumors of his sexuality spread around the Jaguars basketball team like wildfire.
Ty had to defend himself from every hater and fag basher that felt compelled to walk up to him and call him names. Publically Coach Brown and the Jaguars backed Ty as he denied rumors of being homosexual or having any interest in men whatsoever. But behind the scenes the team was very much divided as most of the players kept their distance from him off court. Tyrome sulked in his room most of the time when he wasn't attending classes or practicing ball. He kept to himself, saying very little to teammates who already pre-judged and condemned him. In the face of all of his adversity, he also had to watch the budding friendships of Clarence Johnson and Derek Wilson, as they got closer and closer over the weeks.
Derek and Clarence spent most of their time together, before during and after practice. Tyrome couldn't help getting jealous watching their friendship prosper while his reputation and popularity went down the drain.
Tyrome found himself spending more and more time alone, away from his friends and teammates. What time he didn't spend on the practice court or in his room sulking or studying, he spent getting fucked in Coach Brown's office.
Coach Brown spent his time running his team ragged. Making them do exercises, jog around campus, lift weights, and shoot hoops for hours at a time to get them ready for the National Championships. But when he wasn't busy beating his team into shape, he was up in his office banging his team's captain's brains out.
Tyrome would slip into Coach Brown's office sometime after practice, when most of the other guys were in the locker room showering and preparing for some sort of social gathering. Brown would be at his desk, going over times tables and diagrams to help propel his team forward. Tyrome would simply walk into his office, close the door, and strip down naked. Coach Brown would find Tyrome's 21 year old athletic body hard to resist as the young man would quickly fall to his knees before the Coach, and pull his erection out from his sweats. Coach Brown would sit back and watch Tyrome suck his dick, bobbing his handsome head up and down in his lap, preparing the Coach's prize 10 inch dick for fucking.
Brown (an aging ex pro-baller) watched Tyrome grease his masterpiece up with spit before standing up and turning around to sit on it.
"You don't even ask anymore...? You just come right in and take what you want from the ole man...?" teased Coach Brown, watching the boy align their dick and ass.
"I NEED this Coach..." was all Ty would say before sliding down on the Coach's dick. Coach Brown sat back in his chair and watched his fat hard dick disappear up his star player's ass as Tyrome settled down in his lap, pulling his own ass cheeks apart to make sure he had every inch of the older man's manhood in him.
Tyrome leaned his back against Coach's chest as he spread his legs and began fucking himself on his Coach's dick. Brown ran his huge hands over Tyrome's muscular torso, twisting his tiny erect nipples and making Tyrome squirm like a fish in his lap. Tyrome groaned aloud as he rested his head back against the Coach's shoulder, fucking his own ass up and down on the older man's pole. Coach Brown kissed Tyrome along the side of his neck. He stuck his fat wet tongue in the 21 year olds ear, sucking on his earlobe as he ran his hands over his rippling abs.
Tyrome closed his eyes as he bounced his ass up and down, drilling the Coach's fat dick up his own ass faster. Tyrome's 9 inch hardon bounced around in his own lap, flopping around back and forth like a loose hose in a windstorm. Coach Brown ignored Tyrome's hardon, wanting to take care of it later. He hugged the younger man's body close to his as he humped his hips upward.
Tyrome moaned softly as he squirmed atop his Coach. He tilted his head sideways as their lips met. Coach Brown slipped his tongue into the player's mouth, sucking face as they fucked in his office.
Coach Brown couldn't believe how much ass he'd been getting from his star player lately. Brown's live-in boyfriend (Russell) was starting to feel neglected at home, to make up for his lack of sexual appetite, Brown's been allowing Russell more days at the team's gloryhole. Russell would get the chance to blow most of the Jaguar's 2 to 3 times a week, his belly full of young teen spirit.
Tyrome rose up off of Coach Brown's dick. Brown couldn't take his hungry eyes off the 6 foot 2, brown skin, muscular player's tight taut ass as Tyrome simply leaned forward over the Coach's desk to elevate is ass invitingly, Coach Brown leaned forward and pushed his stubble face deep between the ball player's round brown ass cheeks and began eating his fucked hole vigorously.
Tyrome bit his lower lip as the Coach pulled his ass cheeks apart and sucked at his asshole like a man starving. Coach Brown loved eating Tyrome's gorgeous ass, looking up from his vantage point he could see the muscles popping in Ty's back and shoulders. Tyrome lifted one leg up onto the table to give the Coach better access to his sensitive spot. Coach Brown sucked at the tiny blackbud, drilling his taster in and out of the fat puffy anus. When he pulled his face back from the slick crack and pulled the cheeks wider apart, he could see a how the once tight anal lips no longer fully closed after dueling with his 10" dick and Clarence Johnson's amazing 12" bull dagger.
Tyrome's body tensed as Coach Brown lifted his wet face from between his ass cheeks and pressed his dick head back up against the hole and shoved forth. His dick instantly pushed back up into Tyrome's ass, stretching the anal ring wide. Tyrome moaned as his ass was penetrated once again. Coach Brown grabbed his waste and fucked deeply into his ass. This was what Tyrome wanted, to be fucked good and to forget about his troubles. His hard dick bumped repeated against the underside of Coach Brown's desk as his ass was taken from behind. He flexed his anal muscles on Brown's dick, causing the older man to groan with pleasure. Brown picked up the pace of his strokes, hammering hard into Tyrome's backside with all the strength his aging muscles could muster. Tyrome grunted after each inward thrust, his body jerking back and forth as Coach Brown's pelvis slapped into his bare backside like a paddle.
Tyrome lifted his torso up off the desk top, arching backwards to nestle his head against his Coach's shoulder. Brown kissed Tyrome passionately about the neck and shoulder, loving how the kid's young body felt against his. He thrust harder into Tyrome's ass, pinning him against the desk. Tyrome loved feeling another hard body behind his, feeling strong arms holding him in place while using his body for his own personal pleasure. Tyrome didn't want it moment to stop. He pushed his ass backwards to catch every stroke the older man made up his backside. Coach Brown started to shake behind him, clutching Tyrome's muscular body as he shoved his dick in all the way up to the balls.
AARRHHHHHGGGG...!!" yelled Coach Brown, losing a heavy load up Tyrome's tight ass.
Tyrome rotated his ass on Brown's embedded dick, loving the way it jumped and jerked inside him. His own dick was rock hard and ready to bust, oozing pre-cum onto the floor. Coach Brown pulled himself free of Tyrome's chiseled ass, then spun the young man around and fell to his knees. Tyrome gasped aloud as Brown quickly swallowed his 9 inch dick down to the root, burying his nose in Ty's pubes.
"Fuck...!" he groaned as the older man churned his dick around in his throat. Brown tightened his lips as he sucked up and down the shaft, his tongue dancing wildly along the underbelly as Tyrome's dick started to throb in his mouth. Brown sensed his impending meal only moments away as he sucked harder. He grabbed Tyrome's hips and bobbed his head back and forth along the full length of Ty's dick, swallowing the entire rod from tip to base. Tyrome gripped the edge of the desk as his balls contracted, then started to spew his seed forth.
"Oh my god...oh my god...oh goddddddddd...!!" panted Tyrome, losing his body's essence down the Coach's throat.
Coach Brown felt his mouth being filled with spurt after thick creamy rich delicious spurt of hot gushing ball juice. He gulped down as much as he possibly could before allowing his mouth to fill with another batch. Tyrome wilted and withered against the desk, feeling weak kneed as his precious essence was being squeezed out from his ball sac. Coach Brown pulled off Ty's dick, falling back into his chair panting for breath, his face and chest drenched in sweat.
"You alright, Coach...?" asked Ty, noting the exhausted look on the Coach's face.
"Not as young as I used to be..." grinned Coach Brown, nearly ready for a nap. "...you should have seen me in my hay day! You wouldn't've been able to keep up with me!" he laughed, as Tyrome started to get dressed. "You okay, son...? Looks like you really needed that lil' session..."
"You don't know the half of it!" sighed Tyrome, not used to being on the wrong side of the fence.
"Been having a rough time, eh? Player's still treating you funny...?" asked Brown, well aware of Tyrome troubles.
"It's like all the girls I fucked over the years don't count for shit!" said Tyrome, angrily, slipping his basketball shorts up over his ass. "My game don't count..., my reputation don't count..., all the years I've put into this school bustin' my ass for the team don't count! All they see is GAY! And what really pisses me off..., is that Clarence, --who really IS gay..., gets all the respect I used to get! I feel like I'm trapped in a bad Twilight Zone Movie and don't know the ending! And to top it all off..., these rumors started just before graduation! How am I supposed to get first pick in the draft if everybody thinks I'm gay? My career is practically over!"
"So you're worried about the rumors stunting your career?" asked Brown, thoughtfully, his sweat pants still down around his ankles.
"Hell yeah! Wouldn't you be...??" asked Tyrome, pulling on his shirt.
"Well..., I know a way you could stop the rumors and get yourself back at the top of the draft...!" said Brown, catching Tyrome's full attention.
"Really Coach...? How...?" asked Ty, eagerly.
"You have a girl you really tight with...?" asked Brown. "One you trust?"
"Yeah..." lied Tyrome, not really having any special girl in his life. "...Katandrah!" (from chap-11, pt-1).
"Marry her!" advised Brown. "Get her pregnant! You'd be surprised how quickly gay rumors stop when people see you as a family man! Even in this day and time!"
"Marry Katandrah...?" asked Tyrome, unsure.
"Do it quick..., BEFORE the championship game so recruiters will hear about it!" said Brown, confidently. "Believe me..., I know what I'm talking about! It won't hurt to knock her up too! Just get her to sign a prenup first!"
TWO
While Tyrome's life seemed to be hitting a break wall..., Clarence's life was blazing sunbeams! His game was kicking into high gear, getting him the high praise and gratitude he was used to getting back in his high school years. While Tyrome's game slumped to around the 50% margin, Clarence's soared to the high 80's. The last two games (against DuPont and the West Chester Hornets) ranked him as the highest scoring player of the games, and subsequently got him promoted to co-Captain status with the Jaguars. His success on the court helped his popularity off the court, garnering him interviews on the local news channels. Clarence found himself being approached by more and more fans, particularly female fans eager to show their new favorite player just how much they loved and admired him. Clarence was always turning down sexual offers from bold & brazen girls looking to spread their legs for him.
Clarence also found happiness off the court in the form of his new boyfriend Derek Wilson. Clarence and Derek had gotten closer after Derek came out and admitted to CJ that he was having thoughts of homosexuality when he had recurring urges to suck dick at the school's gloryhole (chap-11, pt-3). Since then the two had been practically inseparable, leaving poor Tyrome feeling left out and insecure. Tyrome however (unable to verbally express his true feelings for another man), turned to Coach Brown for the physical love he couldn't get from Clarence. As his confidence dropped, so did his game. His teammates felt unsure and uncomfortable around him as doubts about his sexuality whispered around the locker room.
"I don't give a fuck what anybody says..., a nigga don't suck another nigga's dick unless he a fucking fruitcake!" declared 21 year old senior (Mikiah Washington), coming out of the shower area with a white towel draped around his dark 34" waist. "It just don't make sense any other way!"
"Well..., he did bet Darius...!" defended 20 year old junior (Jason Outlaw), the team's only white player. "What does that say about Darius...?"
"It says that nigga gay too!" answered Mikiah, walking to his locker.
"Darius ain't gay..." said Robyn Fuller, one of the team's lesser known players. "...HE didn't suck any dicks...!"
"If you let another nigga suck your dick..., then you as guilty as the guy sucking it!" countered Mikiah. "Right Carter...?"
"Damn skippy!" agreed Carter Sanborne (the team's shooting-guard), pulling his t-shirt on over his head..
"So what about all of us that got our dicks sucked at the hole...?" questioned Fuller, curiously.
"The Gloryhole...?" asked Carter.
"You're all gay!" declared Mikiah without hesitation.
"Fuck you, man! I ain't no faggot!" responded Fuller.
"Did you get off on it...?" inquired Mikiah.
"Damn straight I did..., nigga's mouth was like magic!" answered Fuller, spiritedly.
"Then you GAY, nigga! Straight up!" laughed Mikiah, along with half of the team.
"Fuck you, man...!"
"I don't know about all that shit..." said Carter, "...but I know I wouldn't let no nigga go swinging on my dick for no fucking bet!"
"So if 50Cent or Terrell Owens came up to you at a party and asked to suck your dick..., you wouldn't let them?" asked Jason, curiously.
"How much MONEY they offering...?" asked Carter, jokingly.
"OH..., so NOW you're willing to let a man swing on your dick...?!" laughed Kevin Greene, a 19 year old junior.
"I might consider it for 50 thou!" smiled Carter, playfully.
"Where I'm from that's called being a HOE!" said Greene, informatively.
"A RICH hoe!" corrected Carter.
"So what's the difference if it's for money or to collect on a bet?" asked Jason. "Ain't it all the same?"
"So long as I'm not the nigga sucking dick, I'm cool with it!" said Fuller.
"That's cuz you GAY, nigga!" snipped Mikiah.
"Yo man..., I'm tied of hearing your ass call me gay!" snapped Fuller, ready to roll on Mikiah.
"Bring it bitch! Whatca got...?!" asked Mikiah, tossing his towel to the ground and ready to rumble if necessary. Carter held back his friend, coming between the two players.
"Calm down man..., we just bull shitting!" laughed Carter, easing the tension as Fuller walked back to his side of the locker room.
"Man fuck that shit! A lot of niggas from the team got their dicks sucked at that Hole!" defended Fuller, still angry over being called gay. "Right CJ...?"
"It's called peer pressure!" said Clarence, ripping off his towel as he walked to his locker.
"It's a wonder you didn't choke whoever's behind that wall with that big ass black African cock of yours!" joked Jason, looking between Clarence's legs.
"Damn dawg..., you almost sound like you admire his dick n'shit! Wussup with that...? You wanna go swinging on CJ's dick now...?" asked Mikiah, suspiciously.
"No man..., but look at it...its HUGE!" defended Jason.
"White boys always admire black dicks!" stated Fuller, openly.
"Not yours, Robby..., only the BiG ones!" countered Jason.
"Ooooo..., Snowball's saying you gotta tiny weenie!" laughed Greene.
"That's why his mom and his sister was waiting for me in the mens room after the game?" joked Fuller, trying to get Jason's goat.
"Yeah..., they never saw a black man with a dick so small!" teased Mikiah, getting an angry look from Fuller.
"I can't imagine sucking a cock as big as CJ's!" said Jason, bringing a look of confusion from his teammates.
"Why would you image sucking another man's dick...?" asked Mikiah, curiously.
"I don't...! I'm just saying..." defended Jason.
"You just said you can't imagine sucking a DICK as big as Clarence's..., meaning you wouldn't mind sucking a normal sized one...?!"
"Hey..., I've got your mouthful for you right here, Jay..., meet me at the Hole!" joked Fuller.
"Fuck you, man...! I was referring to Tyrome! All I'm saying is why are you all are coming down so hard on Ty..., but no one's saying anything about Darius' involvement?" sympathized Jason.
"Because everybody knows that a dick has no real conscious...!" said Mikiah, splashing on body scent before getting dressed. "You could be asleep and your dick will get hard if it's getting sucked on..., --it's the man who kneels down to sucks the dick that makes the choice! HE's the one the most at fault for what happens! Right, Derek...?"
"I...I guess..." said Derek Wilson, sneaking a peek over at Clarence before quickly diverting his eyes guiltily before anyone could notice.
"I've had my dick sucked at the Hole..." admitted CJ, taking the heat. "It's not easy having a 12 inch dick! Most girls are scared of it. Whoever's behind that wall is good as shit! Took my dick all the way down to the balls with no problem!"
"Now THAT'S what I'm talkin' about!" declared Fuller. "Fuck all this gay talk, a good ass blow job's a good ass mother fuckin' blow job!"
"Sorry man, only girls get to taste this dick!" stated Mikiah, stroking his long soft dick in his oiled hand. More than a few eyes lingered on his meat as hje casually stroked it in his palm.
Just then Tyrome walked into the locker room, causing Mikiah to grab his towel up off the floor to quickly cover himself (as did several other half naked players in the room). "Aww damn, there goes the neighborhood...!" stated Mikiah, watching Ty walk over to his locker.
"Hey Ty..., good practice today, man!" greeted Jason, whose locker was near Ty's.
"Thanks!" said Ty, opening his locker as he took off his jersey and threw it inside.
All conversation ceased as Tyrome stripped out of his practice clothes, grabbed a towel, and walked bare assed across the room and into the shower area without uttering another word. Mikiah caught himself staring at Tyrome's perfectly round buttock before it disappeared behind the shower room wall.
"So..., we all agree that that nigga is gay, right...?" he asked, surveying the room.
"As gay as Little Richard singing YMCA on an episode of Noah's Arc!" responded Carter.
THREE
FRAT HOUSE
"What did you think about what the guys had to say about Tyrome...?" asked Derek curiously, as he and Clarence entered their room (Clarence and Derek now shared a room in the house).
"I think it's fucked up!" said Clarence, honestly.
"Do you feel responsible for getting him to this point?" asked Derek, locking the bedroom door behind them.
"Why would I feel responsible...?" asked Clarence.
"Well..., because Tyrome probably would never've started messing around with guys if you hadn't turned him!" stated Derek.
"Turned him...?" questioned Clarence, offended. "What am I..., the GAY maker?"
"Well..., you did turn ME out!" admitted Derek.
"Can't turn out the willing!" smiled Clarence.
"But seriously..., you don't feel no responsibility at all?" asked Derek, getting back to the question.
"I guess it depends on how you look at it..." conceded Clarence. "I fucked Tyrome before he fucked me..., (chap-1)...the fact that my mind fuck was better than his was the risk he took when he started this whole thing!"
"It's just a shame how all of his hard work over the last 4 years might be coming down to his sexuality instead of his skills!" said Derek, sympathizing. "People are so quick to put athletes on pedestals, then knock them off as soon as we make a mistake!"
"That's life...!" said Clarence. "...and if Tyrome is planning on going to the pros, he's got to get his shit in order as well as his game! He can't go around making dumb ass bets like the one he made with Darius, and let people know about it! How else did he think everyone was going to react? Why the hell you think I haven't come out yet?"
"Do you ever plan to? Come out, I mean...?" asked Derek.
"Maybe..., after I've graduated and already made my millions as a pro-baller!" said Clarence. "I'd like young urban kids to know that you can be gay..., you can like men, and still be a good ball player! We all ain't cut out to be cheerleaders!"
"I don't know if I could ever come out..." admitted Derek, meekly. "...my parents are Jehovah's Witnesses..., they would probably disown me!"
"God knows what you are no matter what face you show the world!" said Clarence, pulling off his hoodie. Derek's eyes smoldered over his roommate's body as Clarence tossed his sweat shirt onto the ground.
"I can't believe I'm letting another man fuck me..." he said, more to himself than to Clarence. "...and with a 12 inch dick at that!"
"When you decided to become gay, you did it BIG!" joked Clarence, taking Derek in his arms.
"I didn't decide...!" defended Derek, knowing he would have this argument with his parents one day. "...I've always had these feelings somewhere inside of me..."
"You're preaching to the choir, babee..." said CJ, kissing Derek on the lips.
Derek gave in as Clarence enveloped his 6 foot 1 inch frame in his 6 foot 4 inch wing span. Clarence pressed his tongue into Derek's mouth, swabbing his orifice with a smoldering French kiss as his huge black hands reached down and cupped the 19 year old sophomore's ass through his sweats. Derek melted in Clarence's hands, their bodies pressed together as one as their mouths melded with passion.
Derek could feel Clarence's huge dick pressing down his pants leg. He couldn't help reaching down to feel it, always amazed at the length and width. It was like feeling the body of a fat Boa constrictor.
Clarence sucked on Derek's tongue as he fit his hands down into the ass of his sweat pants, cupping his bare bottom through his jock strap. His fingers toyed along the crack of Derek's ass, his middle finger nudging into the tight hole. Since moving in together, Derek had been receiving nightly injections from Clarence's 12 inch python. He's often had to bury his head in the pillows with rap music blasting to keep their teammates from knowing what was going on in their room at night.
Clarence loved having a nice ass to pack full every night, he'd often times sleep with his dick comfortably inserted up Derek's backside just to let him get used to having something big in his ass. Derek would often wake up to feeling Clarence's fat pole sliding in and out of his exit. Derek never declined Clarence the chance for sex, wanting every waking opportunity to please his man. Clarence would slow grind Derek until he couldn't take it anymore, turning him over onto his stomach to finish what they started.
Clarence broke off kissing Derek long enough to slip down to his knees and slide Derek's pants down to his ankles. Derek's 7 and 1/2 inch dick tented out the jock, Clarence peeled the elastic aside, exposing the erect hardon. Without a moment's hesitation he leaned forward and took the hard dick into his mouth.
Derek groaned softly as his boyfriend swallowed his dick all the way down to the pubic hairs in one swoop. It amazed him that Clarence was so skilled a dick sucker at only 18 years of age. He must have had some childhood!
Clarence smashed his nose into Derek's pubic hairs and breathed in, smelling the erotic aroma of his groin before pulling his head back to drag his thick rubbery lips up the shaft of his lover's dick. He bobbed his head back and forth, sucking the full length of Derek's pud, running his tongue along the sensitive underbelly and sucking robustly about the flaring head.
Derek felt his knees grow weak as his boyfriend's face slapped repeatedly into his pelvis, his dick slipping directly into Clarence's throat. Clarence loved sucking dick, particularly straight boy dick. He bathed Derek's stiff standing manhood in spit until it was close to losing its cargo. Sensing Derek was near climax, he spit the dick from his mouth and attacked the balls. Derek was pushed back onto the bed with his testicles still in CJ's mouth as Clarence removed his sneakers, socks, and pants before throwing his muscular legs into the air. Derek knew what was coming. In the short time he had become Clarence's lover, getting his asshole eaten was his favorite part of sex.
Clarence was a skilled ass eater as he pushed Derek's legs up to his chest, exposing his vulnerable hole. Derek and the rest of the basketball team had showered in the locker room after practice, so Clarence had no qualms about shoving his face between his ass cheeks and sucking out his sweet brown hole.
Derek groaned helplessly as his asshole was licked, sucked, then penetrated by Clarence's long wet talented tongue. Clarence had a tongue that rivaled the great Scooby-Doo. He parted Derek's cheeks and sealed his lips to the anal lips and stuck his tongue as far up the anal chute as physically possible, then he darted his tongue in and out, effectively tongue fucking his boyfriend's asshole.
Clarence slipped off his clothes as he pressed his face up his baby's ass. He fisted his own long hardon as he prepared it for the long journey through Derek's colon. After nearly 15 minutes of solid ass eating, Clarence pulled off, leaving the hole dripping wet with slick saliva. He grabbed the anal lubricant they stashed near the bed and began greasing his big dick and Derek's asshole.
Derek pulled off his own shirt overhead as he watched Clarence move into position to fuck him. His heart beat raced as he waited, feeling his boyfriend's finger slip into his asshole, followed by his slick dick head.
"UUHHHHHHH...!" groaned Derek, aloud. Despite the many weeks of anal penetration he'd been receiving every night, his asshole still stung with vicious pain whenever Clarence's fleshy knob broke through his rectal ring.
Clarence took his time inserting his dick, he knew Derek needed to be made love to slowly in order for him to take it all. He slid his dick half way up his lover's tight ass before Derek's eyes began to widen. Clarence lay down on top of him, kissing his mouth and making him relax before shoving the rest of his meat inside. Derek's yipped as his gut was packed full. His legs spread wide to accommodate Clarence's long slinky body. Clarence ground himself around in Derek's socket before getting up into pushup position to began pumping his hips, driving his dick in and out of Derek's straining hole. Derek breathed heavily, trying to calm his body and be more receptive. He ran his hand behind Clarence's head, looking longingly into his eyes as he felt a warm flush rush over him. He wanted to please Clarence in the worse way, selflessly offering his ass for his boyfriend's pleasure.
Clarence loved how Derek's asshole felt around his dick as he sank deeply into his rectum with every plunge. The warm moist feeling of the tight flexing ring kept his dick rock hard for the full 20 minutes he spent sawing his man-meat in and out of his lover's spread globes. Every 5 minute interval caused Clarence to fuck harder, thrusting his dick deeper into Derek's ass. They changed positions only once when Clarence rolled him over onto his stomach and reinserted his dick into the hole. He lay Derek's prone back, his long slim muscular legs in-between Derek's as he humped his ass up and down on top of him.
Derek squirmed about underneath, feeling the manly thrust of Clarence's full length up his spread backside. His own hard dick rubbed lewdly against his mattress, bringing him closer to climax as he arched his back, lifting his head to kiss the man that was fucking him so deliciously.
Clarence leaned forward, stretching his neck to kiss the man making his dick feel good. He didn't want this moment to stop as he drilled through the molding rectum. He stuck out his tongue as Derek latched his lips to it, sucking the long wet taster as Clarence continued to dunk his foot long in and out of his man's doughnut hole.
Derek's body started to quake and tremble as he began to lose control of his actions. His legs shook as his ass cheeks quivered on the verge of orgasm. He panted breathlessly into Clarence's sucking mouth as he came all over the mattress his dick rubbed against. Clarence could feel Derek's climax as his entire body quaked and shook. He could feel Derek's anal muscles spasm around his dick, gripping him like a vice as he continued to pound into him with renewed strength. When Derek's climax subsided Clarence was surprised to feel his dick sliding through easier, as if Derek had came from the inside like a vagina.
"Shit man..." gasped Clarence, loving the way Derek's body felt. "...I can feel you cumming n'shit! You having an anal cum?" he asked, passionately kissing the side of Derek's face as his friend gasped and choked a response...
"I can't help it man..., I couldn't control it! I've never felt anything like it before...!" said Derek, referring to the way his body quaked and trembled like the spin cycle of a washing machine.
"Stop moving...!" warned CJ, shoving his dick all the way inside to keep from cumming too soon. He didn't want to cum yet as he stood perfectly still, hoping the feeling would subside so he could keep riding Derek's ass a little longer.
Derek's insides were super hot and wet, the moisture attacked Clarence's dick like the heat from a sauna. But Derek was too far gone to just lay there with Clarence's huge pole buried inside him. His ass was feeling so good with CJ's meat clogging his colon that he couldn't help rotating his hips, churning the mighty rod around inside him.
"awww fuck man..., I told you NOT to move...!" yelled Clarence, accidentally shooting his load forth. "AARRRHHHHH...!!" he shouted aloud in a mixture of frustration and lust, flooding his boyfriend's insides with a huge healthy rush of thick rich creamy spool.
"Damn..., every time you come in me it feels like a water hose was turned on...!" moaned Derek, his innards getting soaked in sperm.
"You LOVE it though, don't you...?" laughed Clarence, falling atop Derek's back exhausted.
"I love YOU!" whispered Derek, looking back over his shoulder.
Clarence tightened his grip as he wrapped his arms about Derek's torso and ground his pelvic bone into his bare bottom...
"I love you too, nigga!"
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