Davmoore Brotherhood

Davmoore Brotherhood

Part 1

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I leaned into the rush of water from the shower-head. I felt the water run down my spine. It beat down on my head like a thousand little drums; working the frustration out of me. I couldn't believe we had lost the game.

After the shower, I opened my locker. The creaky hinge was extra noisy since I was the only one there. I had waited until the guys had left. I was too ashamed to show my face that evening. I didn't doubt they would have been pissed. It was my fault. We were at a draw. If I hadn't fumbled on that pass...

I looked up at myself.

Chaz Kindred; freshman at Davmoore College. Aged 19, height 5'10, weight 180 lbs, position running back on the football team known as the Davmoore Knights. My deep brown skin was covered in tattoos at the neck and shoulders. My hair was a mix of reddish and black, giving it a dark-bronze sort of color, and I wore my beard pretty full.

I felt like shaving it off just then. I had really let my team down. As I opened my locker door wider, the angle of the mirror reflected the man behind me.

"Shit! Niles!"

Niles Reechad. Aged 21, height 6'2, weight 210 lbs, position wide receiver. His skin was a smooth ebony. He kept his face clean-shaven and his hair in a neat low fade.

"Sup, Chaz. Where were you earlier? The guys were looking for you."

"Look, man...I know I fucked up. It was our big chance to make it to the finals and I blew it for y'all, especially you and the other seniors."

"What are you talking about, man? You didn't blow anything!"

"Yeah, I did! I fucked up on that final pass that would have given us the lead."

"Fuck that, man! WE lost, as a team. WE all fucked up. It wasn't one man's fault," he said, stepping toward me. "Look at me, bro."

I looked up from my feet. He was right in front of me; his brown eyes locked on mine.

"It's cool. Don't be so hard on yourself."

"But...you guys needed this win."

"Chill, OK? The scouts already chose who they were gonna choose from our team. I was picked in my sophomore year but I told them that my education was important to me. They've been anxious for graduation so they can draft me. You didn't do anything wrong."

"And the other guys?"

"They were looking for you because we were all going to the bar to celebrate."

"Celebrate losing?"

"Nah. Celebrate that we're a team. That we're brothers. No matter what happens, we'll always be brothers. Got it?"

"Yeah, you're right," I smiled.

"If you interacted with everyone a little bit more, you'd have gotten that already and wouldn't be here sulking."

I shook my head. There was a reason why I had only been luke warm with the guys. I loved football, I really did, but there was more to me than that. There was a secret I couldn't tell anyone. Even with all the media hype about players coming out and gay rights, I simply did not feel comfortable letting anyone know that I fucked around with guys. Maybe it was the way I had been raised; deeply entrenched in the church by my grandfather, grandmother, aunts, cousins, and my older brother. Maybe it was the homophobia in my home community; the fact that the one openly gay guy back home had been beaten half to death by his own cousin for putting a rainbow flag on the front porch of the house they shared with their grandmother. Needless to say, he quickly moved out of state after his recovery.

So yeah...I had plenty reason not to let anyone know I was...that I "played" around with guys.

"You listening, freshman?"

Niles' voice snapped me back to reality.

"Say what?"

"I said, do you wanna come with me to the bar? Chill with the guys and show them you're not antisocial?"

"Uh, yeah sure. Lemme get dressed."

I dropped my towel and lotioned my skin. As I did, I felt eyes on me. I looked up and realized Niles was watching me.

"Some privacy, bro?"

"Ain't no privacy between brothers," he grinned.

I swallowed hard. Just the way he had said it made my dick jerk.

I tried to ignore him but I couldn't help looking back his way, like instinct. I felt that familiar feeling, when you know another guy is down and wants to play. I turned to face him and let my dick do its thing. His eyes dropped, he smirked; he looked up and gazed into my eyes as he approached.

"Something was telling me there was a reason you don't talk much," he said, as he ran his hand up over my abs; over my chest. He thumbed my nipple and I shuddered.

"We all know what's up, when it's up."

"True. Glad I figured it out," he said as he knelt in front of me.

Fuck...Yes!

Niles Reechad's fat sexy lips were sealed around my hard dick. I had fantasized about this moment but had been terrified to follow through on the hints he'd been dropping for the last few weeks; afraid I might have misinterpreted the closeness that usually occurs among men in the team locker-room. I was glad that my "man-sense" still worked though.

I looked down and my dick jumped. He was staring up at me, his lips stretched around my dick. Then he sunk lower.

"Ah fuck, man," I gasped.

He swallowed my dick in one go. His hot, tight throat massaged my dick like nothing I'd even felt before. He had skills. I clamped a hand to the back of his head and fucked gently back and forth; loving the squelching sounds from his gullet as spit dribbled down his chin. I pushed in hard and his eyes watered. He pressed his hands to my thighs but I refused to give.

"Breathe, nigga. Breathe," I instructed, as I pulled back to the first half of my dick was still between his sexy dark lips. His breath was audible.

"Ready?" I asked a split second before I pushed in again.

He choked. His grip on my thighs tightened but he didn't pull back. I gripped his head more firmly and fucked into his throat like it was pussy. Sloshing, squelching, choking. His spit trickling down my balls like a river. I finally pulled free and my dick was coated in slimy saliva. It jumped like crazy.

"You gotta fuck me, Chaz," Niles panted.

He dropped his jeans and underwear in one motion, kicked them off then turned around. His ass was majestic: round, muscled, dark-chocolate cakes. He reached back and spread them submissively, and my dick jumped at the sight of his ebony pucker.

I knelt and shoved my face between his cheeks. He smelled good; clean with only a slight hint of sweat as he had showered a while ago. I shoved my tongue in the wrinkled pucker. He moaned as I ate him out. I loved eating a man's ass out. His was slightly hairy; which I liked. I ran my tongue up and down his crack before testing the hole with my fingers. Two of them.

"Fuck, nigga. Yeah!" he moaned.

I touched his spot and he shuddered. I pushed in a third spit-wet finger. His ass opened right up. Clearly, he took dick on the regular; just what I liked. My dick wasn't the biggest in the locker-room but it definitely wasn't made for beginners.

I rubbed my dick over the entrance to his depths. I could feel his excitement as his asshole winked and I felt the heat on the underside of my dick-head. I drooled more spit onto the meeting point then pushed inside.

"Shiiiiiiit, nigga!" I moaned.

"Yeah, Chaz. Oooooooh fuuuuuuck!"

I sunk deep in that ass one the first slide. I held still for a moment as I got adjusted to just hot buttery-wet and silky-soft his asshole felt on my dick.

Damn!

I could have busted a nutt right there but I held on until my wildly jerking dick calmed down a bit. I gripped him by the waist and began to work in and out. His asshole clenched tighter; the type of bottom who liked to milk his tops. I was gonna give him a run for his money on that one.

I steadied myself and fucked him faster. Harder. Deeper. In a steady rhythm, I slammed my pelvis into his fat ass-cheeks. Those cakes jiggled, and Niles moaned like the dick-hungry bitch he was; begging me to give him my nutt. I stroked him faster; jack-hammering my dick up in his ass.

"Ahhhh damn, nigga! Fuck yeah, Chaz. Beat that pussy up, nigga! Fuck me deep, just like that! Damn!"

His moans and grunts were turning me right the fuck on. I closed my eyes, threw my head back and concentrated on the wet, sloppy feel of his ass; the way his tunnel gripped and quivered on my dick; the way his ass-cheeks jiggled on me every time I shoved into him. I imagined all the raw dick he'd taken to get such a sweet, sloppy fuck-hole. I thought about what a dirty cum-bucket he was, and that pushed me over the edge.

"AHHHHH FUCK, NIGGA!" I roared, "FUCKING TAKE IT! AAARRRRRRHHHHHHHH!"

He whimpered and sighed as I slammed my nutt into him, over and over I shoved my dick as far as I could up his hot wet ass. Finally, I held myself there, and let his ass do the work of sucking the cum from my balls. I churned round and round in his sweet ass; making sure every surface was coated with my nutt. Making sure his sloppy fuck-hole remembered Chaz had been there.

I pulled out. Niles got on his knees and sucked the cum and ass-juice off my dick. I was still hard as he licked and sucked along the belly of my dick, then worked on my balls.

"Fuck, man. You tryna get another nutt in you?"

"Always," he admitted, then went back to massaging my balls in his mouth.

"Lemme bust down your throat then."

He swallowed my dick in one go and my knees almost buckled. I held his shoulders for balance as he fucked his throat on my dick. I gripped his head in both hands and shoved all the way down. I held there for a minute until he choked. I loved choking niggas out. I pulled out and my dick was coated in drool. I slapped my dick over his face then forced myself back down his throat. More choking. Water ran from his eyes and nose. Spit drooled down his chin. My balls and thighs were wet, and I kept going; loving the squelching, sloshing, choking. The sound of him panting when I allowed him to breathe.

I pushed his head back and stroked my dick. He looked up and me like a dog begging for bone. I stroked faster.

"Please, Chaz," he whispered. "I wanna swallow your nutt."

Fuck!

"AHHH FUCK! Here it comes! Fucking swallow this nutt!" I yelled as my dick erupted.

His lips sealed over the head, and I shuddered as he went to work draining my balls. He gulped audibly, swallowing my second big load. He continued sucking my dick afterward until I went soft.

"Damn, Chaz! How do you shoot two big nutts in a row like that."

"No FAP, nigga. I don't jerk off, ever."

"Fuck, man. I don't know how you can handle that."

"Speaking of which, don't you wanna nutt?" I asked.

"Nah, I'm good. I take loads then jack off myself in private."

"To each his own," I shrugged as I strode back into the shower to wash off.

Once I was dressed, I threw my things into the backseat of the bright red 2017 Mustang his mom had bought him as a pre-graduation gift. That thing was crazy fast, and we arrived at the bar with a roar that made everyone's head turn.

Inside, the team was waiting on us. A collective cheer rose and I was practically pulled to a free seat at the nearest table.

"I don't care where you were, dude, but you gotta take shots," Damien announced as he set down three shot glasses and filled them with tequila.

Damien Reddin. Aged 20, height 6'0, weight 195 lbs, position corner back, sophomore year. A high yellow nigga with skin like butter and full pink lips; all of which contrasted with his curly raven-black hair styled into a high undercut fade.

Of course, only a few of us were actually old enough to drink but it was a college town and the authorities that ran the campus chose to turn a blind eye to it, as did the bar owners, eager for college cash.

I downed the shots without missing a beat. They were fire going down but I did it. Then Damien poured me three more. This motherfucker! I downed them too, let loose a whoop, and that was it.

"Welcome to the brotherhood," Damien leaned in and whispered.

When he pulled away, he gave me a quick wink then looked up at someone behind me. I realized it was Niles. He slapped me on the shoulder as he sat down. Clearly, this "brotherhood" was no longer referring to football.