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UNC star, player of the year candidate, and all around wholesome guy Tyler Hansbrough was standing there, his own blue Carolina shorts at his ankles, with Dante Cunningham of the Villanova Wildcats behind him, the 6'8", 230-lb senior steadily fucking the guy who'd helped end his season earlier that night. "All right, bro, you done enough chatting tonight," Dante grunted, reaching around to grab Tyler's footlong dick and start running his rough fingers up and down the hard but sensitive length of the star jock's pole. Tyler instantly shut up, his lips rounding in pleasure as Dante jerked him off while deep-dicking him with his 12.5-inch Philly stud monster. It was fucking incredible to see Hansbrough, the guy every commentator couldn't shut up about, the guy whose grit and tenacity were now known across the country, the guy who was the very embodiment of masculinity for thousands of North Carolina men, enjoying the fuck of his life from the thick black cock of one of the guys he'd beat.
Meanwhile, his comment to Korie and Bobby had already paid off, as the two guys were shaken from the trance Thabeet's throbbing tent had put them in. The huge 265-pound junior was now groaning quietly as Raymar Morgan kept fucking him hard and deep, his big arms and shoulders flexing as he gripped the edges of the couch and tried to hold on.
"You gonna suck that dick?" Korie said, without taking his eyes off of it.
"Fuck, man, I don't know if I can..." Bobby muttered, even though he felt his ass loosening at just the thought of taking that huge African cock in one of his holes. It wasn't every day that Bobby Frasor refused to suck dick. Fortunately, a voice from behind him bailed him out.
"Don't worry bout it, dude, plenty of cock to go around." Bobby turned to see Scottie Reynolds, another Villanova star, his 6'2", 190-lb, nicely cut body on display with his jersey long gone and his dark blue shorts dipped low enough to show off his v-cut waist as his hand stroked his cock under the shorts slowly. Bobby's dick throbbed with arousal as his eyes ran over the well-muscled expanse of Scottie's milky-brown skin, down to catch sight of the fantastic 10-inch bulge of the Nova guard's cock.
"Oh, fuck yeah," Bobby said. Within seconds he was on his knees, his throat full of basketball jock dick.
Korie had no such hesitations about whether he could take Hasheem Thabeet's cock, even though if he thought about it he'd realize that the only time he'd taken a dick that was even close to that size was when Purdue's Chris Kramer, the handsome, corn-fed Indiana boy, had fucked his throat with his thick 13-incher. But that didn't stop the confident Michigan State freshman, who since he'd arrived at college had been practically starved for cock, searching out his teammates, then turning to other athletes (an outfielder, a breaststroker, even a quick, hard fuck with the Spartans' star running back Javon Ringer), before finally moving into the general population, sucking dick off a hot frat boy here, a hung lab partner there. So it was only a little step up to think about deep-throating what had to be the biggest dick he'd ever seen.
He knelt at Thabeet's feet, looking down past his own still-throbbing 10-incher to stare at those huge fuckers that kept the center planted under the basket as he rejected shot after shot. Then Korie raised his head and stared directly at the amazing tent in Beet's shorts, and lost his breath -- he'd never seen anything like it, the massive, powerful rod looking like if Korie tried to suck it, it'd blow his fucking brains out. But he was ready to try, and he reached up to pull down the U-Conn star's shorts.
A raging beast of a cock, even bigger than Korie had imagined just looking at it hidden under the gray mesh, sprang violently out of Thabeet's shorts, spraying Korie's face with several drops of hot pre-fuck as it bounced twice, then came to a stop, aching, dripping hard as it jutted like a flagpole from Thabeet's ripped body. As Korie got a good look at it, he thought he might cream his shorts right then -- 15 inches of hard, thick, take-no-shit U-Conn Huskie dick, curving up in beautiful hardness to where the bulging cockhead was almost red with arousal and still leaked pre-cum profusely, now dripping all over the floor as Ray Morgan kept fucking Thabeet within an inch of his life.
Korie's heart was pounding beneath his handsome pecs as his eyes drank in the beautiful sight of Thabeet's prick. He could hear Beet breathing heavily a few feet above him. And he could see the effect of each thrust from Ray's dick into the big center's tight muscle butt as Thabeet's thick, powerful arms, chest, and stomach shuddered in pleasure, his opponent's cock deep inside him weakening his defenses as even the strongest drive to the hoop never could. Ray had lifted Hasheem's jersey high enough to expose his tight abs and well-muscled pecs, and the MSU forward's big palms were pressed down hard on his fuckbuddy's stomach as he drove himself deep again and again.
Finally Korie heard a low, strained voice above him. "Do it, man..." He looked up and saw Thabeet's eyes, sharp and intense, looking down at him. "Do it...suck my cock."
It was just the push Korie Lucious needed to get him over the intimidation of the 15-inch behemoth just in front of his face, and a moment later he tentatively opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue to lick gently along the flared cockhead bobbing in front of him. Thabeet let out a little grunt, and Korie moved forward, taking all of the fat dickhead between his lips. Hasheem moaned. For Korie, it was intoxicating to have even the very tip of such a huge fucking dick in his mouth, rolling its enormous mass over with his tongue, tasting the first hints of the Huskie jock's seed.
Thabeet was groaning louder now as Korie took the cockhead down his throat and began swallowing the thick dickpole inch by inch. They'd drawn the attention of some of the other guys in the room, too -- Dante Cunningham, who was still fucking Tyler Hansbrough, slowed up his pace so they could both watch as Korie took five, then six inches of Thabeet's horse-hung meat down his throat. Ty and Kalin were also watching -- the Spartans' floor leader had finished sucking a hot load of thick Tar Heel cream out of his fellow point guard, and both guys now sat buck on the couch, lazily stroking their dicks as they watched Korie swallow seven full inches of Hasheem Thabeet's prick. Korie's entire throat was stuffed with basketball jock dick, but he wasn't tearing up, didn't even think about gagging. He just wanted Thabeet's cock too fucking much.
"Yeah, suck me, guy," Thabeet grunted, wrapping one huge palm around Korie's head. He knew Korie physically couldn't take any more of his massive prong, but he loved the feel of his rival's head bobbing up and down on his cock. Soon Korie raised his hands and wrapped his strong shooter's fingers around the last eight inches of the Huskie stud's monster, then gently began stroking it as his throat kept up the pressure on the front half. Thabeet was nearing the edge -- the full-service dicksucking that Korie was giving him outdid any other attempt that had ever been made on his impossibly huge fuckpole, and Ray's ass-reaming was doing its fair share to coax Hasheem's load out of his golfball-sized balls. His breathing got heavier, and Ray's grip on his tight abs got firmer. He felt Morgan's dick swelling as it repeatedly nailed the spot deep inside him, and knew they didn't have much longer. Finally Korie pulled back, letting almost all of Beet's stalk back out in the open, the fat shaft glistening, veins popping out all along its swollen length, and began sucking as hard as he could on the tip, attacking the most sensitive spots with his wide, powerful tongue.
"Holy fuck..." Beet grunted once, then his whole 7'3", 265-lb body went rigid, his 15-inch cock throbbed as hard as it had in his whole life, and he came with a growl down Korie Lucious' throat. As Korie's gullet did double time trying to swallow the unimaginable load of jock juice Thabeet was firing in his mouth, his own 10-inch dick, which had been thrusting unconsciously into his shorts as he downed Beet's prick, exploded without him even touching it, nine full, thick shots of Spartan jock seed soaking his green shorts as he felt blissful release. Only a couple seconds later, Thabeet's tight ass seized like a vice around Ray Morgan's pistoning 9.5-incher, and Korie's teammate groaned loudly as he coated Thabeet's hole with a load of Spartan cream that easily matched the other guys' output. His gleaming pecs and stomach hugged tight against Thabeet's muscular back as he came down off his climax, loving the feeling of the U-Conn stud's muscular body pressed tight against his. Below them, Korie was pulling off the cock he'd so patiently and expertly brought to release, lingering over every last inch of dick he let pass through his lips, making Thabeet shudder with agonizing pleasure. Thabeet's cum was dripping off Korie's chin, even the experienced cocksucker that he was unable to get the whole load down. Fortunately, a second later, Thabeet lifted Korie to his feet, both of them still a little weak, and pulled him up to kiss him slowly, licking the remnants of his own load off Korie's face as they kissed.
"Shit..." Kalin Lucas whispered as he watched his teammate seal the deal with the U-Conn beast. He and Ty Lawson had both shot another load all over the carpet in front of them just watching the threesome.
"Fuck..." echoed Hansbrough. He lay panting against the other couch, his own 12-incher spent after Dante Cunningham's smooth fucking had forced the second load of the night from his heavy balls and out the Tar Heel champion's broad dickhead, dousing the couch and coffee table with wholesome Midwest jock batter. Dante's own juice was now leaking back out of Tyler's well-used hole as he pulled his 12.5-inch meat slowly out of Hansbrough's ass, savoring the lingering pressure of the Carolina stud's near-virgin hole.
Across the room, back near the entrance, the Thabeet threesome's explosion had pushed Travis Walton over the edge, too, the combination of Jeff Adrien's determined cocksucking and the sight of his teammate's pretty mouth getting stuffed full of Thabeet's 15 inches of raw jock dick was too much for Travis, who moaned loudly as he flooded Adrien's mouth with jizz, his own muscular 6'2", 190-lb frame racked with the incredible feeling of the jacked Connecticut senior guzzling down his cum.
The last to go were Scottie Reynolds and Bobby Frasor, who made up for their late start with the most intense fucking of anybody in the room. For two smaller guys, the guards packed a lot of power in their muscular bodies. Scottie had quickly gotten Bobby on his back on the carpeted floor, shucking his Carolina shorts and pulling off the jersey to reveal Frasor's good looking upper body. Bobby breathed hard in anticipation as he watched Scottie strip off his own jersey and shorts, his surprisingly thick 10-inch piece springing free and slapping against his tight six-pack.
"Damn, bro, that's a serious fuckin' tool," Bobby said under his breath.
"You gonna know it is when it's inside you," Scottie confirmed. Within seconds he was fucking the Tar Heel guard, letting Bobby reach up to stroke his rapidly inflating dick as Scottie slid his cockhead over Bobby's prostate over and over. The Villanova floor leader loved watching the Carolina white boy squirm, his abs crunching, his hand stroking his rock-hard cock, as he got fucked by 10 inches of thick black dick.
Despite Reynolds' quick, hard thrusts into Frasor's tight hole, both guys held off for a while, just looking at each other's tight bodies, feeling the pleasure of the rough fucking, and thinking about how fucking hot it was that they were screwing around with a hard-bodied, super-talented basketballer they'd faced earlier that night. It wasn't till Scottie leaned forward, planting at least 6 or 7 inches of his fat dick in Bobby's cunt and kissing the hot senior deep, that Bobby's dick spewed another load of cream all over his abs and chest, and Scottie's ass-wrecker followed with eight shots that coated Frasor's guts with Nova jock juice.
As Scottie pulled out and the two guards settled into their kiss, lying back against the wall and just stroking each other softly, Travis Walton was backing off a similar embrace with Jeff Adrien. Walton looked up into Adrien's eyes and grinned. He knew that Adrien hadn't gotten off yet, and even if he hadn't been able to feel Jeff's still-aching 11-incher throbbing against his bare stomach, he could see in those eyes how hungry Jeff was for more sex. "C'mon to the back," he said quietly. Adrien followed him happily, glancing around as the other guys in the room began pairing off again -- Thabeet sliding half his amazing cock effortlessly into Tyler Hansbrough's hungry bottom-stud ass, Dante Cunningham bending Raymar Morgan over his own couch to start fucking his hot ass, teammates Korie Lucious and Kalin Lucas making out hot and hard, and Ty Lawson just lying back watching them and running his powerful hand up and down his 9-inch Carolina stud dick.
As they headed to the back of the apartment, Adrien couldn't help noticing that his buddies Gavin Edwards and A.J. Price were nowhere to be found. At the same time, he started to hear noises from a room in the back that could only be described as several basketball jocks having a lot of fun...
TBC
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