College Ball

By NPhillyDogg/Scedmark

Published on Aug 4, 2009

Gay

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 copyright of NPhillydogg@aol.com). ____________________________________________________________________________

COLLEGE-BALL-16 Written by Eugene Marvin @ Nphillydogg@aol.com

ONE

Despite the Jaguars' captain's recent game slump, the team had been on quite a winning streak, losing only 5 games in their regular season to advance them into the National Championships. With 64 teams at the start, the numbers quickly cut down to 32 after the first round. The Jaguars beat the Delroy Devils to advance into the Sweet Sixteen, then crushed DuPont to move into the Elite Eight. Their current game was against the Hurricanes, last year's number three ranked team. Coach Brown sat Tyrome Smith out for most of the first half, only putting him in when he was absolutely sure Tyrome was ready. On the court Tyrome did his part, passing the ball well and making most of his shots. But the real star of the show was 18 year old Clarence Johnson. CJ (as he's best known by his friends) was on fire, hitting every shot and scoring a precedent 60 points in the game.

During the last quarter of the game, coach Brown pulled Tyrome, sending in his relief. He pat the sweaty 21 year old on his back affectionately, comfortable with the lead they had over the Hurricanes in the last quarter. "You ready to do what you gotta do...?" asked the coach as Tyrome walked by, heading for his seat on the bench.

Tyrome didn't answer, but he knew what the coach was referring to. He had thought long and hard about what the coach said. Proposing to Katandrah Wilkins to save face against rumors of his sexuality was a bit drastic, but if he wanted to be seriously considered as a top NBA draft, he needed to do something to counter the negativity surrounding him lately. What pro team would want someone suspected of homosexuality on their team? He would be considered poison.

It was during the last point of the game, when everyone jumped up in celebration of the Jaguar's win and their official admission into the Final Four against the Sabers, New Castle, and the Seymour Wildcats, that Tyrome quietly left his teammates behind and made his way over to the cheerleader's squad where Katandrah was doing her part to keep the crowed hyped (shaking her pom-poms and doing high kicks and splits).

Katandrah felt someone tap her on her shoulder as she slowly turned around to see Tyrome standing before her. Instinctively she jumped into his arms to celebrate the win, but Tyrome gently pushed her away as he whispered to her over the cheers of the crowd. The other cheerleaders stopped celebrating when they saw him reach into his pocket, then unexpectedly drop down to one knee. A small hush started to befall a circle around them as more people began to take notice. Word spread quickly about the room as fans stopped yelling and an eerie silence suddenly fell across the woods.

Tyrome pulled a black velvet box from his pocket, then cracked it open to reveal a shinny diamond ring. Katandrah's eyes bulged as she covered her mouth to keep from screaming out loud. The other cheerleaders looked on in envy as Tyrome's teammates wondered what was going on as the sudden hush caught their attention. "Katandrah Wilkins..., will you marry me...?" asked Tyrome over the loud speaker, receiving a resounding "YES" from the cheerleader. The crowd roared again (even louder) as they celebrated going to the Championship Final Four AND the new engagement of one of their most beloved players.

"What the fuck was that about...?" asked Mikiah Washington, watching the scene unfold as reporters covering the game rushed over to interview Tyrome and his new fiancé. "He just upstaged us!"

"Yeah..., he totally stole our glory from the press!" complained Carter, watching all the attention go to Tyrome and Katandrah.

"I didn't know Ty and Kat were that close...!" admitted Derek Wilson, standing next to a stunned Clarence Johnson. "I thought she was just one of his `break glass encase of emergency' bootycalls!"

"Maybe she's pregnant...?" questioned Clarence, dumbstruck by Tyrome's proposal as well.

"This ain't the 50's, nobody marries anybody just because their pregnant anymore!" said Derek.

"You do if you about to get picked for the NBA Draft, and you don't want your first two years salary sitting on HER coffee table in child support payments!" countered Jason Outlaw (the team's token white boy).

"So you think she's pregnant too?" asked Derek, as they started to head for the locker room.

"Makes sense if she is! Don't make sense if she ain't!" said Outlaw, clueless.

"Who gives a fuck?" said Mikiah, getting more and more annoyed. "How'd this night suddenly become all about Tyrome Smith? We're going to the fucking Final Four again for the fourth year straight in a row..., and nobody gives a fuck thanks to Tyrome's backstabbing!" complained the 21 year old Center, punching someone's locker on his way into the locker room.

"Well, he needed a break..., after all, he's been having it rough for the last couple of months!" defended Jason, sympathetically.

"No thanks to his own actions!" countered Mikiah. "That's what happens when you start sucking dick on campus..., your popularity goes down and you put your career in jeopardy! He deserved everything he got!"

"Tyrome's a big part of why we got this far..." defended Jason.

"That don't give him no right to steal our thunder!" argued Mikiah. "He made his bed..., let him lie the fuck in it!"

As their teammates debated Tyrome's actions and his reasons for doing it, Derek Wilson quietly wandered over beside Clarence Johnson's locker..., "How do YOU feel about Tyrome's engagement...?" he asked under his breath, when he was sure no one was listening.

"What do you mean how do I feel...?" asked Clarence, acting impartial to it all as he peeled off his sweaty jersey and tossed it into his locker. "What Tyrome does is Tyrome's business! What's any of it got to do with me...?!"

"Well...I know you had feelings for him at one point..., and I know you can't just turn off feelings like that easily..." reasoned Derek, sympathetically.

"Drop it D'..., that chapter closed a long time ago!" said CJ.

"But it's still got to be a surprise to you...!" continued Derek, keeping his voice in a low key.

"What are you fishing for...? Am I with Ty or am I with you...?" asked CJ, slamming his locker door, --the loud bang of metal catching the attention of several players standing nearby.

Derek looked around embarrassed, not wanting to say anything with people watching. "Well...??" asked Clarence, impatiently.

"Me." answered Derek, timidly.

"Alright then!" said CJ, wrapping his towel around his waist before heading for the showers.

Just then, 45 year old Coach Brown entered the locker room with Tyrome by his side. "Okay fellas..., So I'm sure you've all heard the news about Tyrome by now...!" smiled Brown, patting Ty on the back. "Looks like we'll be celebrating more than just getting into the Four!"

"Yeah..., we heard!" said Mikiah coldly, giving Tyrome the evil eye. "Why'd he have to pull this stunt on OUR day of all days...?" asked the 21 year old, angrily. "This was a basketball game, not an episode of Love Connection! We worked damn hard to make sure we placed in the finals..., and this mother fucker upstages us in front of the press by proposing to some cheap whore that most of us in this room had already banged at one frat party or another!" yelled the dark skin basketball player, venomously. "Tyrome's been bringing this team's morale down with all these gay rumors and shit! We think the only reason why he pulled this stunt tonight was to cover his own ass! He wanted to end the rumors before the talent scouts came looking..., AND he wanted to deflect that his game's been in the toilet ever since we played the Wildcats! So stealing our thunder was nothing more than a publicity stunt!"

"You're out of line, Mikiah...!" frowned Brown as Tyrome and Mikiah had a standoff staring contest.

"I'm sorry, Coach..., but there's just some things you don't know or understand about your precious star of the team...!" continued Mikiah, seemingly with the entire team's support.

"So..., ALL of you are in on this...?" asked Brown, looking about the room.

Tyrome's eyes fell on Derek and CJ, whom simply lowered his head and fumbled with the knot on the towel around his waist, not saying anything for or against Tyrome. "Look..., I don't know what you guys have against each other..., but you need to leave your personal hang-ups out there in the streets! When we're in uniform on the woods..., we play as ONE TEAM! I don't care who's getting more points, who's showing up who, or who slept with who's trick the night before! None of that shit matters! If we're gonna pull off the upset and beat the Wildcats this year..., we're gonna HAVE to put our differences behind us! And that means ALL of us!"

"I don't know if it's that easy, coach..." said Mikiah, wiping the sweat from his brow.

"It BETTER be that easy, Mikiah..., if you want to play in the last game of your college career!" threatened Brown. "I'll bench anybody who doesn't play as a team! Explain to the Pro drafts why you didn't play in the closing game championships when you were needed most! See what number you come up in the drafts then! You'll be playing ball in Iowa with cow dong up to your fuckin' kneecaps!" yelled the coach, fed up with all the in-house bickering and tension. "Make it work!" he added before leaving the team to soak on his words.

The team slowly began to disperse, taking off their uniforms as they prepared to hit the showers. There was several championship parties happening about town, but for championship finalists, the Jaguars' moods were pretty dismal.

"Let's just hit the showers, Mik'..." suggested Carter, "...we gotta celebration party to get to!"

"Fuck the party...!" swore Mikiah, eyeballing Tyrome as he walked to his locker and began to undress. "I'm not showering with that faggot in the same room!"

Tyrome looked over at Mikiah as he pulled his sweaty jersey off overhead and tossed it in his locker. "What the fuck you looking at...?!" asked Mikiah, standing in front of his own locker in his playing shorts and shoes.

"I've got your `faggot' right here, Mikiah...!" yelled Tyrome, grabbing a handful of his crotch.

"Don't you have to get on your knees first, bitch...?" asked Mikiah, getting a few snickers from the team.

"Fuck you, you asshole!" yelled Tyrome.

"Nah homs..., I'll leave that up to Coach..., you two seem to be butt buddies anyway now adays! He's always on your fucking jock, like you his special bitch or something!" said Mikiah, just saying anything to get under Ty's skin.

Tyrome tried to hide his shocked facial expression, but it would have been obvious to anyone who may have been looking at him at the moment Mikiah finished his statement.

"I'm tired of you riding me, dawg...! If you want to do something we can always take this shit outside somewhere if you want!" threatened Tyrome, trying to deflect the sting of Mikiah's words.

"Bring it, bitch!" yelled Mikiah, just waiting for the right moment to pounce on Ty. "You think proposing to Katandrah's gonna give you respectability...? Everybody on campus already know you ain't nothing but a closet homo looking for your next dick to suck! Yo, come MY way and I'll shove my foot up your ass!"

"Just try it, pussy! I still got the same fuckin' right hook I had before all this shit started!" reminded Tyrome, fed up and ready to exert his manhood.

"Yo..., yall keep up all this yelling and Coach's gonna come back in here and bench everybody!" warned Jason, keeping an eye on the door.

"Coach can suck my dick!" yelled Mikiah belligerently, as his best friend (Carter) walked over to calm him down.

At the same time CJ walked over to Tyrome, trying to talk some sense into him...

"Yo..., get the fuck off of me...!!" yelled Tyrome to CJ, pushing Clarence back into the lockers. "I wouldn't be going through this shit if it wasn't for you in the first place...!"

"Fine...! Beat each other's brains out, get benched by Coach, see if I care...! I still got 3 more years to get MY championship title!" argued CJ, taking that moment to wash his hands of the whole thing and disappear into the showers.

Tyrome headed in the opposite direction, not wanting to be in the same shower room with a naked Clarence. He needed to get some air, to clear his head as he headed for the locker room exit wearing only his playing shorts and shoes.

"What was THAT all about...?" asked Jason, lost by the sauce.

"Niggah's blaming CJ for HIM sucking Darius' dick...! What kinda sick twisted shit is that...?" asked Mikiah, removing the rest of his uniform. "That mofo needs a serious wakeup call!"

"Yeah..., he's been walking around with his head in the sky wey too long!" agreed Carter, stripping down to his jockstrap.

TWO

Long after the fans had left the auditorium, Tyrome returned to the Jaguar's locker room after a long brisk walk around campus to clear his head. He'd been having a lot of problems with his teammates lately, having to constantly prove himself to people he long ago believed were in his corner. While Clarence avoided him at every turn off the court, fellow teammates Carter Sanborne and Mikiah Washington openly belittled him every chance they got, making his life a living hell. Mikiah (whom often considered himself the quintessential male) seemed to hate the idea that for the last 4 solid years he had been working, running, and sleeping side by side with someone he never suspected had the inclination to be gay. Tyrome's infamous side bet with the Wildcat's captain (Daruis Jones), seemed to open up the very real possibility to Mikiah that his long time teammate was really a closet case ready to emerge.

Tyrome didn't consider himself gay. It wasn't like he went around lusting for his teammates. He didn't even particularly find most guys attractive. He still felt the same as he always had, except..., he could no longer deny the overwhelming need to feel another man's dick in his ass. There was just something in him that compelled him to both Clarence and coach Brown. He could keep it in check most times, but when the fire came there was little else that could extinguish it.

Tyrome went to his lone locker (believing himself alone), and finished undressing. He stripped down bare assed as he wished he had had time to fuck around with Coach in his office after the game, but things were far too hectic to risk being caught, --especially with Mikiah making wild accusations about them. Tyrome wondered if Mikiah was just grasping at straws, or did he really have good reason to suspect something was going on with him and the older man? Had Mikiah walked up to coach's office door and heard them fucking? Or was he just getting Ty's goat?

Believing himself alone, Ty didn't bother to modestly wrap his towel around his waist as he causally flung it over his shoulder and headed into the shower area. He wondered if coach was still up in his office at this time of night...? Maybe he could stop up and see after his shower? The older man certainly never turned him down when he needed a quick one. Coach's door was always open to him (in more ways than one lately).

Tyrome walked into the shower area, his muscles aching for the gentle massage of the hot water. But to his dismay, he heard one of the showers still running. At first he thought maybe one of his overeager teammates left it on, trying to get to the celebration party early. But as Tyrome rounded the corner into the dampness of the steamy midst, he heard the distinct sound of a man's moan.

Tyrome stopped in his tracks, afraid he may have stumbled in on Clarence and Derek getting in a quick one before heading for the celebration. He debated leaving for only a second before venturing forth in the heavy steam. He quietly approached, fully expecting to see Clarence and Derek in a compromising position. But as the two shadowy male figures came into view, Ty covered his gasping mouth in shocked surprise.

Not more than 10 feet away he saw teammates Carter Sanborne and Mikiah Washington, engaged in anal sex!

Carter stood behind Mikiah, whom slouched bent over at the waist, his hands holding onto the wet shower wall as Carter held his hips, slamming his hard dick well deep into Mikiah's black bare backside.

Tyome's eyes widened in disbelief as he watched his two fiercest accusers going at it like animals. Anger quickly swelled in his heart as he thought about all the flack the two men gave him, all the while secretly fucking each other behind closed doors.

Ty fought the urge to run over and bust them. Instead he snuck back out to his locker and got his cell phone. He turned on the recorder, then made his way back into the steamy room.

When he returned Carter had Mikiah flat against the wall, his naked chest pressed against the ultimate male's back. Carter was 6'2", 165 lbs, brown skin and had a nicely muscled tone physique. Mikiah was 6'3", 174 lbs, dark skin, with baby dreads, a goatee, and a deeply muscle tone body which seemed to glimmer and glisten against the spray of water cascading against it. He moaned as Carter kissed and sucked on his broad shoulders, driving the darker skinned male mad as he drove his dick in and out through his rectum. Mikiah placed his face under the hot water spray, opening his mouth to drown his erotic groans as he reached back and ran his fingernails through Carter's scalp. Carter thrust upward into Mikiah's ass, giving his teammate every inch of his erotic inches as he plunged into him bareback and balls deep.

Tyrome focused his cell phone on the two men as they fucked before him unknowingly. Mikiah's dark dick was standing at full attention between his legs, water running down off of it like the arm of a tree limb. Tyrome wondered just how long had the two men been lovers as Mikiah stretched his neck back to steal a kiss. Carter's lips locked onto Mikiah's as the two men shared a short but passionate lip lock. When they broke apart, Mikiah resumed his bent over position, giving Carter total and complete access into his ass. Carter took full advantage by grabbing Mikiah's waist as he began to pound into him with a vengeance.

Mikiah gasped huskily as he reached down and began stroking his own neglected dick. He stroked it wildly, eager to cum as his backside was thoroughly fucked. Tyrome stayed hidden out of sight, ignoring the desire to join in as Carter picked up the pace and started slamming Mikiah's ass hard.

"Damn niggah, fuck me! C'mon, fuck me! Give me that mother fuckin' dick!" panted Mikiah, bracing himself against the wall with one arm while stroking himself with the other. He spread his legs, opening his hole more as he bent over further. Tyrome could only see half of Carter's dick sliding in and out of his teammate's ass as his pelvic bone slapped loudly into Mikiah's bare buttock. "Damn man, ram that shit up in me! Give it to me, man! Fuck me hard! I can take it! I can take it! I ain't no punk!"

Tyrome reached down and slowly stroked his own dick as he watched his teammates fuck. Carter was wailing away at Mikiah's ass with ever increasing strokes. Ty had no idea how long the two men had been fucking, but it was obvious that they were nearing the end as Carter reached up and grabbed Mikiah's muscular shoulders to pull his thick bulky body back onto his dick. Ty watched as Carter threw back his head and groaned out loud, sending wave after wave of his thick creamy ball juice well deep in his friend's ass.

"Oh shit, I feel it! I fuckin' FEEL it!! Aww fuck..., I'm cumming...! I'm..."

Ty watched as Mikiah stood up, causing Carter's still spewing dick to rip from his muscled ass as he stroked himself to a rousing climax. Cum shot out the tip of Mikiah's long hard dick, splattering against the shower wall as Carter's dick finished shooting against his tight cheeks. "Aww fuck, man...! Shit...! AHH...!! Ahhh...!!" grunted Mikiah, losing a heavy load to the shower wall. He continued to stroke his softening dick as the shower water slowly washed away all evidence of his indiscretion (or so he thought).

After cumming, Carter reached out to pull Mikiah close to him, wanting to share one last kiss before the moment ended. "Yo man..., what the fuck...??!" yelled Mikiah, shoving Carter back. "You know I ain't into that lovey shit...!"

"You always pull away after you cum...!" complained Carter, going back to his own shower head.

"Then you oughta know me by now...!" countered Mikiah, looking around to make sure they were alone. "We don't want nobody accidently walking up on us...!" he said, as Tyrome snuck back out of the shower area out of sight.

He went back to his locker, punching the necessary buttons to play back the video he'd just shot. With the thick steamy midst, he could barely make out the two men fucking, but as he ventured closer, it suddenly became apparent who the two men were and what they were doing. Tyrome smiled silently to himself as he shut off his cell phone and hid it in his locker for safe keeping.

"What the fuck you smiling at faggot...?" asked Mikiah, strolling out of the shower with his white towel wrapped snugly around his trim waist. His walk was manly and confident, bordering on cocky. Tyrome found it all the more amusing that Mikiah was probably just as gay as CJ.

"Mik' man..., chill out...!" warned Carter, walking into the locker room behind him, his towel carefully draped around his waist as well.

Tyrome said nothing as he got up from the bench and headed into the shower.

"You don't think he saw us, do you...?" asked Carter suspiciously, as he opened his locker to dab on deodorant.

"Naw..., he'd've said something if he did...!" assured Mikiah confidently, as he shared Carter's deodorant.

_____________________________ Written by Eugene Marvin NPhillydogg@aol.com Look me up on Facebook under the same name for updates.

Next: Chapter 17


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