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A Hot Day for College Jocks
by Duke Student
I'm a huge sports fan, and after watching hot jocks engage in ass-slapping, hugging, grappling, and other such homoerotic activities, I thought it'd be nice if at some point they embraced their real feelings and just got down and fucked. Here's what it might look like if they did. Oh, and I hope you don't mind that I didn't use names--not only did I invent these athletes, but I figured leaving them nameless and just describing their features would let your imagination (and mine) run more freely. [Any resemblance, therefore, to real people is purely coincidental. I don't know anyone on any of the teams I describe.]Part I - Baseball
It was destined to be a weird day in the world of college sports, one that nobody--not even the participants--could have seen coming. The weirdness struck all over the country, across several sports, and stunned observers didn't know what to think when it was all over. When the dust settled, however, one thing was for sure--the day when the gay college athlete hid in fear of himself was over.
It started at an early-season baseball game, down in the ACC, with old rivals Florida State and Miami squaring off in Tallahassee. It was a hot day in Florida, and the players on both teams had been struggling through the heat and humidity. FSU had already gone through three pitchers, but Miami had held its starter through the fifth, and he began pitching with none on and none out.
Everything was normal as he left a slider low, then naield the strike zone with a fastball. But as he threw a big curve off the plate for ball two, the Miami pitcher, a tall and handsome brown-haired sophomore with a lean, muscular body, felt a twinge of...something go through his head, neck and shoulders. As he threw low for ball three, it sank to his crotch, his dick rising slightly into the uniform. The catcher was giving the sign for the next pitch, but the pitcher couldn't see straight, unable to focus on his teammate's fingers. It was only then that he realized he was staring at the catcher's package under the cup rather than his fingers--and the package was growing.
The Miami catcher, a stocky, well-built senior from Georgia with dirty-blond hair and green eyes, dropped his fingers as he saw the pitcher's tool swell further into his uniform. For a moment, the two Canes just stood there, staring at each other's bulges. Then, before anyone could say anything or ask why they'd delayed the game, the catcher stood, pulling off his mask, and the pitcher came off the mound, the two of them walking straight for each other. They met halfway, wrapping their arms around each other and entering into a passionate kiss.
The crowd and the other players watched in stunned silence as the two hot Miami guys made out in the middle of the infield, the pitcher's hands gripped tightly against the catcher's muscular ass under the gray pants, each of their Miami "U" logos stitched on the front of their uniform pants rubbing against the other guy's leg as they ground into each other. Their stubbled and sweaty faces were pushed together, this kiss seemingly more the product of some gay guy's fantasy than the culmination of a love these two straight jocks felt for each other. And yet it was only getting more involved as the catcher continued kissing the other guy but also began unbuckling his belt.
The amazed observers were so entranced by what the battery was doing that they almost missed the subsequent sideshow. "Look," whispered one breathless FSU fan, and his buddies turned to see that the Hurricanes' first baseman and second baseman were also now wrapped in each other's bulky arms, their lips enmeshed and their tongues entangled. The first baseman was a power guy, a Latino homegrown star from Miami, with beautiful darkly tanned skin, short black hair and an absolutely stacked physique. The second baseman was smaller, a brown-haired kid from Louisiana who slapped singles, stole bases, and played a mean infield. He quickly began worshipping his buddy's gorgeous Latin body, pulling open his jersey and licking and kissing all over the stud first baseman's muscled torso. It didn't take long for him to reach the belt too, just below the cut abs and obliques, and within seconds the till-then straight-arrow southern boy was going down on his teammate.
By now the entire team was into it. The shortstop and third baseman had fallen to the ground in the shallow outfield, the hot 6'3" blue-eyed farm boy who played the hot corner letting the shaggy-haired 6'0" 180-lb short massage his thick chest through the uniform, his hands clenching the team logo on the third baseman's left pec.
A bond as teammates had clearly grown to something more for the blond third baseman, who muttered his friend's name in between "fuck, fuck!", not to mention the shortstop, whose caresses were delivered to his teammate's muscled torso as if the solid pecs and sharply defined abs were a treasure he had to feel to believe. But he clearly wasn't satisfied with that, and quickly eased off his teammate's pants and swallowed his cock whole. The farm boy infielder's dick had a size and thickness to match his build, so the inexperienced kid had a little trouble at first. But as the third baseman wrapped his powerful legs around his buddy's back, the sides of his dirt-covered cleats grinding into the shortstop's ass through the uniform in a grip of lust and love, the shaggy-haired shortstop finally gave in, deep-throating the long, thick Hurricane prick with all his might.
In the outfield, the three Miami guys had formed an impromptu menage a trois. The built power-hitting left fielder had his cock planted firmly in the tight, muscular ass of the center fielder, thrusting his 7-inch meat in and out of his buddy's virgin hole slowly and patiently, just working up gently as if they'd been lovers for years and hadn't just decided a minute ago to dump their preference for girls and start making love to their hot teammates.
Both outfielders' uniform pants were splayed at their knees as they grunted loudly, the two cut jocks experiencing the joys of sex with a man for the first time in their lives. The center fielder couldn't make too much noise, though, since his mouth was full of the right fielder's handsome 8-inch cock. The third guy was an Adonis of a senior who'd allowed the smaller center fielder to rip off his jersey and press against him for a deep kiss in the moments before the left fielder got involved. Now the horny spike-haired senior settled for getting his dick sucked by his talented teammate and getting off on the sight of the left fielder's jacked body heaving and his tool thrusting into the middle guy's ass.
Over in the Miami bullpen, the pitching coach glanced away from the scene on the field (why was he finding this so hot? he wondered) to see his two best relievers had stripped off each other's tight uniform pants and were 69ing on the grass. His lefty set-up man had eaten 6 inches of his powerful closer's massive fuckpole, and the power-fastball righty was equally involved in the other reliever's fat prick, licking and sucking its broad mushroom head before downing all 7 inches of his thick southpaw cock.
The bench watched with awe from the dugout. "What the fuck's going on...?" said one shaved-headed sophomore backup outfielder from Orlando. "You believe this?" he continued, turning to the guy next to him, a nicely built, 6'2" tanned infielder out of South Carolina with warm eyes, thick brown hair and a long-drawn accent.
"Yeah, actually I do," the South Carolina stud drawled, talking normally like he would to one of his frat brothers, but acting anything but normal as he turned and planted his lips on the hot outfielder's. To his surprise, the sophomore with the shaved head didn't turn away in disgust but kissed his teammate back, letting his rough hands be gentle for once as he caressed the Southern hunk's mop of hair, feeling his dick spring up in pleasure as he touched another guy for the first time ever.
The rest of the bench was doing much the same as the infielder glanced down to see the sophomore's thick bulge pushing into his pants. Without a word he pulled away and knelt, his own tool swelling hard into his uniform, unbuckling the hung outfielder's pants and pulling them off. He eased his lips around the big cockhead his buddy offered him, licking off the precum that already poured from the slit.
It wasn't long before the FSU players started to feel left out. After watching the Miami pitcher and catcher kiss for several seconds, then the catcher suck the pitcher's aching cock, and now the tall dark-haired starter spin his battery mate around, pull the tight pants from his muscle ass and eat him out, the FSU batter who'd been left with a 3-1 count was unbelievably hard, his 7-inch prick freely leaking precum into his white uniform pants. Eventually he realized there were still other guys he could claim, and turned to see the DH in the on-deck circle, a powerful Cuban from South Florida with thick biceps, hard pecs, and a gorgeous dick, just as hard as he was as he watched the orgy that was now the Miami dugout.
The FSU batter, a tanned junior who played right field for the Seminoles, was no small prize either. His tight glutes formed the perfect bubble butt, the muscular bulges squeezed into the uniform, and his ripped torso--cut six-pack, solid pecs, bulging delts, thick guns--pushed into the jersey. You'd almost miss his handsome face, chiseled cheeks and jaw, deep brown eyes, gelled short brown hair. But the Cuban didn't miss any of it, dropping his bat and losing his helmet as he walked up and freed the outfielder of his before pulling his teammate's head in for an unrepentingly passionate kiss.
As their lips met, the stud Latino ripped the buttoned jersey from the hung junior's perfect body, pulling off inch after inch until finally the batter's beautiful torso was bared. The DH didn't waste any time shedding his as well, and the two tanned baseball gods felt the glory of skin-on-skin contact with another hot FSU stud--abs pressed against abs, pecs against pecs, bulging arms laced with bulging arms, and both guys' thick cocks pushing hard against the other. The Cuban couldn't take that for long, and seconds later was on his knees, unbuckling the offending pants and pulling them down along with the junior's lycra protector, leaving his 7-inch dick freely exposed. Not for long, though, as the other 'Nole's mouth rapidly engulfed its thick mass, sucking and massaging the whole length to the delight of both hung jocks.
The 'Noles dugout--even fuller since they were batting--had also become a veritable baseball jock sex fest. The last two guys to get in on the fun were the hyper-masculine senior shortstop (team captain and a blond-haired stud with a 9-inch cock he loved to plant in sorority girls), and one of the pitchers who'd been relieved, a 6'5" lefty who had kind of a lean and toned build except for his muscular bubble butt. They watched, astonished, as their teammates fucked and sucked each other all over the dugout. BUt they weren't immune either.
"Dude...this is fucked up, but I'm kinda getting hard," said the pitcher, stroking his lean 6.5-incher through his uniform.
"I don't want to say it, man, but I am too," agreed the senior, who not only stroked his cock but unbuckled his pants, shoved his hand down and jacked it hard under the tight white fabric as he watched the FSU third baseman open his ass up for their catcher's thick tool. The pitcher took a brief glance over to his captain and saw the size of the prick the shortstop was packing. As he looked back up, he realized the senior was still jacking off, but was now checking out his ass as he did it. The shortstop looked up, and the pitcher grinned. "One hell of a piece you got there, dude," he said, licking his lips.
"Fuck, man," said the blond stud. "I got a girlfriend."
"Me too, dude," he replied, spinning his burgundy FSU hat backwards as he approached his teammate. "Doesn't mean I don't want your hot jock ass..." He trailed off, kissing the senior's trunk of a neck and catching the tight necklace he wore in his teeth. "...and that big fuckin' cock you got."
"Fuck," whispered the hung senior, and reached up to turn his cap backwards too. "Damn," said the pitcher as he lifted his head. "If there was any way for you to look hotter, that was it." Without further conversation, the two Seminoles kissed, closing their eyes as they felt the hot, raw power of another muscular college jock for the first time.
On the field, the 'Canes had switched partners and lost even more clothes, while in the dugouts the two teams were just getting to the best part. Even a few of the frat studs in the crowd had started fingering each other's hard cocks under their tight jeans, and one pair of muscular FSU sophomores had already begun making out and pulling off each other's shirts and pants. Still nobody understood what had happened, but somehow the longer they watched, the less fucking weird it seemed, and the more fucking beautiful.
Part II
The same day, the Princeton lacrosse team was in Baltimore to face Johns Hopkins, a showdown of two of the premier lacrosse teams in the country. About 5,000 fans had shown up for the game, and the Princeton and Hopkins students among them were, true to the sport, some of the preppiest guys at either school.
The game was hard-fought from the beginning. Hopkins scored early, posting a 6-2 lead at halftime, but Princeton battled back in the third quarter till they tied it at 7. The guys were leaving everything on the field, fighting and clawing for the win with a rare intensity. Just about everybody, from the starters to the reserves yelling from the sidelines to the fans cheering in the stands, was totally consumed by the game.
So they were all watching closely when the strangeness that had affected the baseball game in Florida hit this lacrosse match as well. Near the end of the third quarter, after Princeton's goal to tie the game, the two teams set up for the crucial next face-off, their two face-off specialists poised carefully at the center of the field, waiting for the ref to blow the whistle. Princeton's man was a lithe sophomore from Maine, not stacked but strong enough to hold his own in the face-off. His chest heaved into the the blue jersey under the padding as he prepped himself. He stared hard at his opponent, a thicker, bulkier junior who'd come to Hopkins from Philadelphia. The Jays' player was also tense, knowing gaining possession was critical at this point, and his muscular biceps bulged and flexed into his white uniform in nervous tension.
Despite the two players' intense focus on the game and the face-off, they also started to become intensely focused on each other, both trying to attune themselves to the other guy's every move. But it wasn't just that...as the Tiger sophomore examined his rival, he couldn't help noticing how full and strong those arms looked as the sleeves of the jersey rode up over his tanned biceps, and how unexpectedly good-looking he was finding the other guy's face to be as he stared through his helmet. The Hopkins player had chiseled cheeks, a cut jaw, and handsome brown eyes, all covered with sweat after a long, tough game. To his astonishment, the kid from Princeton felt his cock spring to life as he realized the stud Blue Jay was looking at him too.
It was just as surprising for the junior from Hopkins, who felt his own sizable dick swell suddenly as he glanced over his face-off partner's growing bulge under the orange mesh shorts. What the hell's happening to me? he wondered in a panic as his mind wandered uncontrollably to wonder what the sophomore's tight ass looked like, pressed against the shorts as he bent over for the face-off. Bet it looks fuckin' amazing, he let himself think. But he couldn't think long because a moment later the whistle blew and both guys' instincts locked in, their entire bodies now in a struggle for control of the ball.
The Hopkins stud got his stick on it first, trying to scoop it up as the Tigers' man pushed hard at his shoulder to try to knock him loose. Eventually he succeeded, the Jays player inching to the side and allowing his opponent to dislodge the ball from his stick. Now the Princeton face-off man was in position, and just inches from grabbing the ball. But the kid from Philly wouldn't give up so easily, coming around behind him and shoving his stick into the mix, trying to knock the Princeton player aside. But the Tiger held fast, and pretty soon, as could often happen, the face-off had turned into a veritable wrestling match.
This was not to be any ordinary face-off, though. As the two lacrosse jocks kept fighting for the ball, the Princeton stud, bent over the ball, began to feel the Hopkins junior's hard cock press against his ass, its thick mass and raw power palpable even through the mesh of both guys' shorts. He gasped at the feeling of its size as it ran up and down his muscular ass cheeks and finally along the tight crevice at the center. His big Princeton cock inflated immediately, tenting his dark orange shorts noticeably, and he actually began pushing his ass back against the Hopkins kid's throbbing boner, letting out short grunts of pleasure.
The junior from Philly was also responding to the contact, feeling his rock-hard 8-incher begin leaking as he rubbed its broad head insistently against his partner's tight ass. His attention was constantly being drawn further from the ball and closer to the hung stud so conveniently bent over in front of him. Finally the Princeton sophomore dropped his stick on the ground and stopped pursuing the ball completely, just groaning in pleasure at the feeling of the powerful cock at the entrance to his virgin ass. Normally, this would have meant victory for the other guy in the face-off, but instead of grabbing the ball, the built Hopkins player dropped his stick too, put his strong hands to the Tiger stud's back, and eased the orange mesh shorts quickly down, followed by his lycra protector. In just seconds, the junior's gorgeous, hard, and leaking 8-inch prick was exposed too as he pulled off his own shorts.
The spontaneous couple didn't waste a second, the hot Hopkins junior pushing his dick deep into the sophomore from Maine's ass. The Princeton hunk's cries of pain and pleasure turned into moans of ecstasy as he felt not only the other hung lacrosse jock's massive tool in his hole but also the Philly kid's powerful hand reaching around to start jacking his own 7-inch Ivy League meat. A load boiled in his big nuts that the Blue Jay stud's long strokes into his ass and quick tugs on his cock would soon release. The junior pulled off his own helmet, revealing the handsome face the Princeton kid had been admiring, his well-defined features twisted in sexual effort as he searched for deeper and deeper parts of the tight jock asshole he was pounding. His short brown hair was sweaty and wet and only becoming more so.
His partner was not in a position to take off his own helmet, so his new buddy did it for him, allowing his own attractive and nicely-defined features to show. The look on his face was changing rapidly from intense pain to intense pleasure as he felt the thick Hopkins cock stretch him out, rubbing hard against the prostate deep inside him. He'd never thought about letting another guy do this to him, much less a guy on another team in the middle of a game, but right now a hot fuckpole up his untouched ass seemed totally natural. His shaggy blond hair, also drenched in sweat, waved sexily over his clenched eyes as he groaned softly.
Needless to say, the whole display was a little surprising for the other players and the spectators. By the Princeton goal, the Hopkins attackmen and Princeton defenders stared in astonishment at the wild lacrosse jocks sex that had suddenly broken out at midfield. They pulled off their helmets to get a better view, still not quite believing what they saw.
"Dude..." said one of the Jays' forwards, a built but quick freshman from Long Island whose mop of brown hair hung loose over his ears and forehead. "Is Dave plugging that guy?"
"Fuck..." whispered the other Hopkins attacker in response. The sophomore's solid features were fixed in an expression of deep confusion, his right hand palming one of his pecs under the padding and his left absently fingering the blue and white stripes on the side of his shorts.
"Yeah, he is," said one fo the Tiger defenders, leaning on his long pole as he stared in stunned disbelief at the scene before them. The Princeton sophomore on bottom had blown his load all over the field and was now working his ass muscles hard around his buddy's tool like an experienced pro. "Thing is, that guy's got a girlfriend he fucks every night. Straightest guy in the world."
"Looks like he's enjoying the cock right now," replied another Tiger defenseman, a stacked senior from Boston. His face was etched with disgust as he watched, though from some reason he was licking his lips.
"I don't blame him," came a soft voice from behind them. They all turned to see the Princeton goalie, a 6'1" junior with stark blue eyes and short blond hair, had shed not only his helmet, pads, and chest protector, but his jersey and undershirt too, leaving his tanned and very well put-together torso completely bare. The goalie's pecs and six-pack were admired by girls all over campus, and quite a few of them had gripped those hot muscular shoulders, those quarter-sized nipples perched on his chest, or those deliciously tight obliques as he fucked them silly. Right now, though, the goalie's attention was focused on the couple in the field, who had by now switched positions so that the Hopkins player was sucking furiously but lovingly on the large 7-inch shaft sported by his opponent at the face-off. And as he watched, the goalie's hand softly fondled his own dick, whose quite impressive 8-inch mass was now clearly at full mast and bulging hard into his navy blue sweats.
Without a word, the sophomore Jays attackman turned and knelt in front of the Princeton goalie, pulling down the sweatpants and the underarmor and staring at the thick, veiny cock that leaked precum all over the broad head. He looked up to see the Nordic junior goalie staring down at him, lust and urgency on his face. The Hopkins sophomore put his palms to the goalie's pecs, caressing them and then easing down over his abs and tight waist, before finally circling the base of the erect dick and pushing it into his mouth.
"Holy fuck..." whispered the freshman from L.I. as his teammate went down on the built goalie, his hands clenching the Tiger goalkeeper's muscle ass he massaged all 8 inches of thick Princeton cock with his throat and tongue. The freshman turned away: "You guys see--"
But he cut himself off as he saw that the two Princeton defenders had dropped their sticks and were locked in a passionate kiss, the two Ivy League jocks suddenly engrossed in each other's cut, muscular bodies. The Boston senior had a couple inches in height on his teammate, a beautifully tanned junior Adonis from the Jersey suburbs of New York, his Italian background showing in his dark hair and olive eyes, born hairy but his gorgeous chest, stomach and back since shaved smooth, as the kid from Boston discovered when he ripped off the blue jersey and worshipped his torso with his fingers and palms.
And although the senior was a couple inches taller and had 10 more pounds of muscle on his cut torso, the hot junior from Jersey had a good two-inch advantage where it counted. That much became clear as the two stud jocks couldn't keep their hands off each other's hard pricks, each of them stroking the other guy's cock hard through the orange mesh shorts as they continued to kiss. The junior was more than satisfied with his teammate's 6.5-inch boner, running his hand from its base to its thick mushroom head. But as the senior from Boston felt the Italian stud's fuckmuscle, his eyes widened, realizing that the thick shaft his buddy sported under his Princeton Lax shorts pushed 9 inches. He pulled away suddenly, grinning as he stared into the junior's dark, handsome eyes. "Now that's what I call a long pole."
The junior just smiled as the other defenseman leaned in to his ear. "Give me that fat jock dick, dude," he whispered insistently. The Jersey hunk didn't need to be told twice, shoving the stacked 22-year-old brown-haired senior to the ground, then kneeling over him, pulling down his friend's shorts. He tongued the Boston hottie's aching tool for a few seconds for good measure, then shoved down his own shorts and sat on the senior's pecs and slowly fed him his 8.5-inch monster, the two Princeton studs moaning and grunting as they felt each other's hard and strong bodies for the first time.
By this time, the freshman from Hopkins was starting to feel a little left out, especially after looking over to see what was going on on the other side of the field. His own goalie, a nicely built 5'11" stud senior from Baltimore, had taken off his helmet and was bent over by the goal, his sweats down at his knees, his face straining with ecstasy as one of his defenders drove the base of his lacrosse stick into the goalie's ass. The metal shaft was clearly hitting him in the right place as he moaned audibly, the guy doing the prodding also caressing the goalie's chest and stomach, as his hard dick pushed against the senior's tight obliques.
Below that, another Hopkins defender, a freshman, tanned and stacked with toned muscle, was helpfully sucking the goalie's 8-inch meat. Before that day, he'd been a straight-as-an-arrow jock--he loved pussy and if frats had been big at Hopkins he would have been in one. But today this 19-year-old hunk just 8 months out of high school had discovered a new love for his hard-bodied, thick-dicked jock teammates, and all he wanted right now was to keep feeling the goalie's fat prick down his throat and to suck all the juice out of the senior's big low-hanging balls.
The Princeton attackers were no less engaged with each other, and were currently stripped to their mesh shorts and cleats, exploring every inch of each other's bodies as they quietly made love just behind the crease. Even as the Hopkins attacker watched from the other side of the field, the Princeton studs finished their foreplay, pulled down each other's orange mesh barriers and started 69ing, their newfound obsession with lacrosse jock dick obvious as they slowly milked each other with their powerful throat muscles and tongues.
The freshman looked down in confusion and alarm to see his own cock fully hard and pushing insistently into his white mesh shorts. Why the fuck was he getting turned on by this? He'd never had a gay urge in his life. And yet the hot lacrosse stud sex going on all around him was only one step up from the homoerotic behavior their team took part in every day--slapping each other's asses, slamming chests after a goal, going out for beers and getting a little too friendly after 9 or 10 in a row. Okay, now I'm totally boned, he thought, feeling his cock actually start leaking precum into his shorts.
"This is fucked up," he thought out loud. "I'm straight, damn it!"
"So are we, dude," came the unsolicited response from the dark-haired Princeton defenseman, though the thick Tiger cock up his ass seemed to contradict him. He grunted as the Boston hunk massaged his pecs and stroked his 8.5-inch dick while fucking him hard. "Just cause we're--unnnhh--straight doesn't mean we can't dig the cock every once in a--fuck! Yeah, dude, right there, fuck me hard right there, stud!" The hot junior's voice, normally deep and composed, had changed to a hoarse, husky whisper as he felt his teammate's prick bottom out in his untouched hole. A few seconds later his own gorgeous cock exploded and cum poured all over his abs, pecs and legs.
That was the last straw for the handsome freshman from Long Island--he couldn't deny what he was feeling anymore. Shucking his padding and jersey quickly, he bent over the stud Jersey kid and without hesitation slipped his mouth over his unusually large and thick tool, and lapped the warm cum up off the head.
"Ha, that's right, fucker, knew you liked it," said the Princeton junior as he felt the freshman clean him off.
"Hey, Hopkins fag, I fucked that out of him," broke in the senior defender. "Gotta share that Italian juice, man." The freshman was happy to oblige, turning and kissing the demanding Tiger softly, letting him taste his teammate's batter once again. But the hunky Bostonian was already starting to turn his attention to the new meat, running his hand through the freshman's shaggy brown hair as they kissed. It wasn't long before his hands had fallen over the Blue Jay forward's pecs and six-pack to dive under his white shorts and find his aching prick. The senior's eyes widened, and he pulled back.
"You're fuckin' hung, stud!" he exclaimed, pulling down the white mesh that blocked his access. Sure enough, a thick, cut 9-inch cock leaked freely onto the grass, its size nearly unmatched for a kid of just 18. Without even asking, the senior from Princeton inhaled the beautiful Hopkins jock meat, massaging every inch as it eased slowly down his throat.
The junior, feeling ignored, saw that the freshman's muscle ass still bulged tightly out against his white shorts and decided to take advantage. He slid them down, prying apart the tight ass cheeks and eating his hole relentlessly. For the super-straight freshman who'd never touched or been touched by another guy, the sensation of two cut Princeton Tiger lacrosse jocks' mouths all over his cock and up his tight ass was just too much. He came right then, spilling young Hopkins seed all over the senior's tongue and lips and squeezing his ass around the tanned junior's face as he had the most intense orgasm of his life. He collapsed on the ground, breathing hard, as the two Princeton defenders stared at his handsome body.
If they thought he was spent, though, they were wrong. As he stared up at the N.J. junior, eyeing his rigid 8.5-incher that pushed into the orange shorts he'd pulled back on, the freshman got a look of lust in his eye like they'd never seen. "I want that cock in me," he whispered. And turning to the cut senior: "And whatever hole he's plugging, I want you in the other one." Looking down at the muscular, tightly defined body on the Blue Jay freshman, the two Princeton studs knew not to hesitate, and quickly moved in.
Over the field, the jock fuckfest was only getting more intense and more widespread. The midfielders had lost all their gear except the white or orange mesh shorts pulled to their knees to allow access to their virgin jock holes to the thick, hard cocks of their teammates. The reserves, after holding back for a few minutes, had all given in, and the sidelines were a whirlwind of pads and sticks, thick pecs and muscular thighs, hard dicks and waiting mouths.
Even in the stands, the hard-muscled preps who came to watch their team play and hang out with their friends were now watching their teams hook up and fucking their friends. Some of the Hopkins bench players stopped screwing around long enough to see a threesome of particularly well-endowed Princeton fans on the first row of bleachers, a built and tan 20-year-old junior stud with loose blond hair sucking hard on his 19-year-old sophomore buddy's 7-inch meat, while another stacked senior had torn off his tight t-shirt and slipped off his sagged jeans to slide up against the sophomore's hard back and run his own 9-incher along his asshole, his abs and pecs pushing against his friend's muscular back.
As the hot brown-haired sophomore continued fucking his friend's face, lacing his fingers into the long blond locks to get a better grip, he felt the hunk senior behind him break through his assring with his thick monster, reaching around to caress his buddy's pecs and six-pack as he kissed his neck. Within two minutes the sophomore, whose hard dick and tight ass were the meat of a very nice prep stud sandwich, was coming down his junior friend's throat, which set off the stacked senior behind him. After they came they turned their attention to the blond junior's precum-leaking 8-incher and sucked him off till he was shooting a huge load of stud Princeton juice all over his buddies. Finally the three hunks, who a few minutes before had been discussing which girls they wanted to fuck, lay exhausted in the bleachers, absently kissing and caressing each other's naked, hard and muscular bodies, watching the players and spectators continue their massive orgy.
"Dude...I love these lacrosse games," said the cut senior, closing his eyes as one of the Hopkins forwards who'd wandered into the stands saw his 9-inch meat and knelt instantly, swallowing it whole.
"Amen, bro," responded the junior, feeling the sophomore stud's cock teasing his ass. He grinned as it eased into his previously virgin hole. "Amen."
Part III
As amazing as the first two massive jock orgies that took place in Florida and Baltimore had been, the audience for the sudden, unexpected and very visible coming-out of dozens of hot jocks and their prep, frat stud fans had been a small one. At most a few hundred people had seen the events of the baseball game, and only a few thousand the lacrosse players' antics.
So when the wave of sudden interest in jock meat and hot male ass hit a charity football game between Big Ten rivals Iowa and Wisconsin, the impact was understandably a lot broader. 40,000 fans had shown up to the stadium in Madison, there to support the game being played months after football season ended to raise money for victims of natural disaster, and also because people were always happy to watch football.
The game started well for Iowa, whose quarterback threw for 2 early touchdowns, nailing his favorite receiver twice. The two big corn-fed Hawkeyes simply outplayed the decent Wisconsin defense, with the help of a powerful offensive line that let nothing in a white and red uniform past. After the second TD, the coach took both of them out of the game, and they happily stepped to the sideline, watching as their special teams set up for the extra point.
"That was fuckin' great, dude!" said the Iowa quarterback, throwing his helmet down and slapping his buddy on the ass. The QB, a stacked yet versatile junior from a farm town outside Des Moines, pushed his shaggy brown hair out of his eyes as it hung down, sweaty and clinging to his forehead.
"It was all about you, man," the receiver responded, pulling off his own helmet to reveal the quite handsome 19-year-old face of a kid from Kansas, stolen from the Big 12, his tanned and muscular physique the product of countless hours playing with his buddies in the field outside their small-town high school. His own short blond hair was also wet with perspiration, which he mopped up with his hand and wiped on his tight black football pants.
The quarterback watched him do it, and stared at the spot where his teammate had wiped the sweat. It was right beside his ass, where the black lycra clung mercilessly to the taut muscles of his thighs and handsome back side. The QB was astonished to feel his dick spring to life, swelling to about half-hard beneath his own black uniform. He'd seen his buddy's ass in that uniform dozens of times and never thought anything of it--what was happening to him now that he was instantly boned? He wanted to look away but couldn't.
A moment later, the receiver noticed that his quarterback's big Hawkeye bulge was now impressively full, squeezing noticeably into his pants as he checked out his teammate's ass and took in its appeal for the first time. And as the Kansas sophomore kept staring at his buddy's boner, he felt himself start to get excited too, to the astonishment of both muscular jocks standing there on the sideline.
Ten or fifteen seconds later, the kicker still hadn't made his kick, and the coach yelled out at him: "What the hell you all waitin' for?!" It looked like the kicker and the other guys on special teams were staring at the coach, waiting for directions, but slowly everyone realized what they were really gawking at. The coach turned and stared in amazement at the scene on the sideline just a few feet from him.
The brown-haired QB, who in all his 20 years had never once thought of a teammate in "that way," had pulled off the receiver's padding and his jersey, leaving the blond Kansas stud in his skin-tight lycra under-armor, with everything from his thickly muscled pecs and large, erect nipples to his jacked eight-pack and neatly defined obliques in clear view. They were also fully exposed to the quarterback's probing hands and fingers, which rose slowly from his buddy's abs, tracing the outline of each individual muscle, up to grip his pecs, feeling the solid bulk of his chest, and on to his friend's sharply defined cheek and jaw, which he stroked gently.
The sophomore returned the favor, removing his QB's pads and staring openly at the cut torso the Iowa farm stud carried. As he felt his teammate's hands all over his built body and his own hands reaching out to caress another guy's body for the first time, they came silently closer to each other. Their eyes never broke from each other's gaze. Eventually, their abs were pressed together, then their pecs, two hard mountains of muscle pushed insistently and erotically against two others. Their arms followed, each football jock's handsome biceps flexed hard and their powerful hands gripping the other guy's guns.
Finally the receiver moved close enough that his achingly hard cock, its 8.5-inch mass pressing unbearably out into his football pants, rubbed accidentally against the quarterback's thick 7-inch boner, the two large and painfully erect jock pricks meeting for the first time through their tight black Hawkeye uniform pants.
"Oh, God," shuddered the quarterback, breathless at the feeling of the receiver's massive tool grinding into his own. He still didn't break eye contact with the gorgeous 19-year-old stud he suddenly lusted after. "Dude..." he whispered. "I don't know what's wrong with me...I think I fucking love you, man."
Without responding, the hot receiver surged forward and kissed the QB hard on the lips, and each of the sweaty Iowa jocks felt the unequalled power and passion of another man's tongue in his mouth, another big cock pushing back against his, another muscular body squeezing all around his own. Finally he pulled back, breathless, letting his hand run lazily through the quarterback's mop of brown hair. "I love you too, dude."
"What the fuck is going on here?" yelled the coach suddenly, staring despite himself at his quarterback and top receiver, fondling each other on the sideline.
"Calm down, coach," said the receiver, turning to the enraged 35-year-old man as the stacked junior QB knelt and began unbuckling and untying the intrusive obstacles to his cockstud's massive endowment. "It's not like we're the only ones."
And as the coach turned back to the field, he saw to his astonishment that he was right. The Iowa kicker, a shaved-headed sophomore who was slimmer but still a decent 6'1", 180 pounds, with a nicely toned set of pecs, abs, biceps and shoulders, had had just about his entire uniform removed by the holder, a normally mild-mannered freshman from the suburbs of Chicago with curly brown hair and quiet brown eyes. Those eyes were anything but quiet as he was consumed by the kicker's muscular body and especially by his long, medium-thick, precum-leaking cock, whose broad head peeked out of the sophomore's tight black uniform pants where the other guy had removed the laces.
The football lay ignored a few feet away as the freshman holder dove in, clutching the kicker's bubble-butt ass with both his powerful hands and gorging his mouth and throat on the handsome 8-inch prick that the kicker was happy to provide. The sophomore, lying on his back on the ground, fingered the nipple on his left pec with one hand and wrapped the other into the stud freshman's curly hair as he felt the straight Chicago jock massage his handsome kicker fuckpole.
The coach turned away in disgust, but it was even worse with the first couple. While everyone was watching the kicker and the holder go at it, the junior QB had already milked the hot blond receiver's big cock of all its cum, and the Kansas hunk had decided to get his buddy off in return by shucking his black football pants and taking the thick 7-inch QB cock up his ass. As the handsome quarterback leaned in to kiss his teammate, one hand sliding over his hot eight-pack while the other caressed his short blond hair, he slipped his lips to the sophomore WR's ear. "I hope this won't be the last time I nail my favorite receiver," he said, grinning.
The kid from Kansas got off so hard on seeing his cut QB buddy smile like that. "Not if I can help it," he answered, his ass loosening just as the Iowa stud's big dick came in. He felt it enter him and groaned in pain and pleasure, his virgin receiver ass finally receiving its first fat jock dick. Both football hunks groaned as the QB pushed deeper, eventually hitting his buddy's prostate with the big mushroom head.
"Awwhh...fuck me right there, stud, fuck, big Hawkeye cock up my tight jock ass, fuck..." They continued making love as others continued joining in on the fun.
The Wisconsin defenders, upon seeing the holder begin swallowing the kicker's huge tool, started to wonder if maybe it didn't feel as good as the sophomore Iowa stud was making it look. One big 230-lb sophomore defender turned to check out the tight ass on one of his older teammates, a hot, well-tanned, totally shredded 240-lb senior from Milwaukee. The senior also sported a thicker-than-average 7-inch football jock prick, which bulged softly into his white pants as he watched the two Iowa studs fuck in front of him.
The sophomore didn't waste any time, not even bothering to remove the built senior's helmet or pads before kneeling and unbuckling his pants...after all, what he wanted wasn't under the helmet. The kid from Milwaukee looked down in shock at his till-now 100% straight teammate. "Jake, dude, what the fuck are you doing?"
The sophomore didn't say a word, just paused and looked up. The senior looked over his buddy's handsome and chiseled face, his long dirty-blond hair hanging over his eyes, then down to check out his jacked torso, which for some reason he'd noticed but never found quite as appealing as he did now. Suddenly it was obvious what Jake was doing, but the senior, whose pants were now bulging even fuller with his thick tool, had other plans. He lifted the sophomore up, pulled off his own helmet, and leaned in hesitantly. It was gentle at first, as the brown-haired stud from Milwaukee still didn't know just what he was doing, but quickly took on increased urgency as both Badger jocks realized just how good making love to a gorgeous, jacked teammate was.
Eventually the sophomore got back to work, sinking down and freeing the senior's huge cock from his pants only to lock it up tightly in his mouth, sucking hard. Quickly his own 8-inch Wisconsin meat was demanding attention too, and pushed hard through his white uniform pants against the senior's leg. Realizing what it was, the Milwaukee stud blew his load, moaning softly as the sophomore defender drank it all down happily. But as soon as he came off his load, he looked down and grinned widely, shoving the hot shaggy-haired sophomore on his back.
Their pads and jerseys gone, the big senior was free to run his hands over his teammate's pecs and six-pack for a minute before pulling off the white lycra and the jock that barely held the aching prick back, then watching it flop against the sophomore's abs as he slipped his hands around it. "My turn," he said, and within seconds the cut defender's thick Badger cock was buried in his teammate's hot jock mouth.
The Wisconsin quarterback, who had been preparing to go back on offense, stared in astonished silence at the scene before him--the Iowa QB and one of his receivers roughly fucking on the sideline, and the special teams of both Big Ten schools licking, kissing and sucking all over the field. Like everyone else, the handsome hometown senior from Madison wanted to turn away in disgust, but somehow found he couldn't. Something welling up deep inside his cut, 6'2", 210-lb body was compelling him to continue watching. Then, suddenly, as his dick began to swell into the white football pants that clung to his muscular legs and ass, he felt compelled to participate as well.
Luckily for him, he was such a piece of stud jock meat that plenty of the guys on the field who'd just discovered their new interest in men were looking him over. He took off his helmet, but before he could even move toward the other guys, he felt a powerful pair of hands on his hips, holding him steady and then pulling him back into the eager embrace of one of the Wisconsin tight ends, a 230-pound god from Minnesota with pecs and abs so solid he tore through defenders like they weren't even there. The junior TE had pulled off his pads and jersey, so the Badger QB's padded back ran into his tanned and shirtless upper body, the swollen pecs, bulging delts, and massive biceps of the jacked tight end all wrapped passionately around his quarterback's body.
Soon the senior's blue eyes widened as he felt the tight end's unbelievably large bulge push out through his white uniform pants against his muscular ass, rubbing against the hard cheeks and then up and down the tender crack, utterly exposed beneath the thin football pants. The junior Minnesotan leaned in, his hot breath running over the QB's medium-length light brown hair. "I wanna fuck you so bad, hot fuckin' jock ass just waitin' for my big cock." He unbuckled his pants and slid them quickly down, running the now totally free 9-inch Badger jock meat over the hot Madison senior's still-covered ass.
The quarterback shuddered, pushing his ass back into the tight end's demanding prick, but as he turned, got a lustful look in his handsome brown eyes that easily matched that of the horny junior TE. The two studs' gazes met, two teammates who'd casually bragged about their exploits with women to each other now entirely consumed and obsessed with a sweaty, muscular football hunk they'd shared a locker room with for years. "Do it, dude," said the QB quietly, reaching down to stroke the tight end's aching cock. "But you gotta promise me you'll give me some love, too."
The hot junior looked down to see his QB's thick 7-incher pushing just as hard into his tight uniform, and grinned. "Fuck, man. You're so fuckin' hot, you could feed me that dick for hours and I'd still want more."
"Not so fast," answered the quarterback, pulling off his pads but leaving his thick torso bulging into his white under-armor. He knelt and ran his hands up from the tight end's cleats, over his jacked calves, up to his huge thighs under the white uniform pants. The brown-haired junior stud was practically panting in excitement as the QB's solid and confident hands finally reached around to clutch his tight, powerful ass, palming the twin bulges of muscle for leverage as he softly tongued the tight end's large dickhead.
But the gorgeous quarterback, who'd been straight, member of one of the best frats at Wisconsin, and happily dating a hot women's volleyball player, was eager to taste more of his hung teammate. Still grasping the junior's tight bubble butt through the uniform, the QB quickly eased more of the leaking 9-inch Badger prick down his throat, thoroughly enjoying the feeling of a big jock dick stretching him out for the first time. The tight end nearly came right then from the feeling of his buddy's hot mouth all around his aching cock, but held himself back, lacing his fingers through the QB's brown hair and glancing down to see the incredibly hot image of this big-time Wisconsin quarterback, on his knees sucking his stud teammate's massive dick.
It was too much--he moaned and his cock exploded, shooting a huge load down the QB's waiting throat. The senior drank it all and then eased off and stood up, kissing the tight end deeply and letting him taste his own cum along with the unique taste of another hot Big Ten football jock's mouth. Their two bodies were entirely locked together, the QB's hands shoving under the junior's white uniform pants to run over the skin of his muscle ass and even poke a couple fingers into his untouched hole, while the tight end's own hands slid insistently under his teammate's lycra to stroke his six-pack and huge pecs, teasing the hard nipples, all the while their tongues, lips, solid cheeks and jaws spun in a whirlwind of quick kisses and short, staggered breaths. Love may not have been in the equation, but it was clear that these two hung Wisconsin jocks lusted after each other in ways they could never have imagined a few days earlier.
All over the field and in the stands, the situation was much the same. The Iowa QB and his stud wide receiver fuckbuddy had both blown two or three loads and were totally spent, lying on the grass near the 50-yard line, absently kissing and fondling each other's taut muscular bodies. The Wisconsin bench had descended into sexual chaos, with one big, hung Badger after another swallowing a teammate's cock or slamming his own into one of his teammate's asses.
As with the other events, the crowd had gotten just as into it as the hot athletes they were watching. It started near the end zone, where two Wisconsin senior frat boys had been staring in disgusted amazement at their football team making love to each other, but slowly they began to get turned on by the amount of hot jock ass and thick football stud dick they were being treated to. Guys they'd appreciated for a great arm or unstoppable power on the o-line they now admired for a tight, tan set of pecs and six-pack or a bulging, precum-leaking 8-inch jock fuckpole.
It wasn't long before they realized they were just as turned on by each other as by the stud Badgers they were watching. The first one, a cute 22-year-old blond stud from Green Bay with a stacked upper body bulging into his dark red Wisconsin t-shirt, his biceps pushing the sleeves up his tanned arm and his pecs and traps squeezing against the shirt in the center. It hung loosely over his jeans, sagged but still tight enough to display his painfully hard 7.5-inch frat dick, pressing hard into the denim.
As nice as his physique was, he couldn't stop himself from taking to his buddy, a 21-year-old soccer player from the suburbs of Milwaukee. The older guy's hands ran over his frat brother's equally thick pecs and cut eight-pack through the identical red shirt, feeling their definition and breathing hard as he looked up to his friend's handsome face. The other guy was just as nervous, his soft green eyes and tousled brown hair caught in the grip of a lust for his thickly-muscled buddy that had materialized from nowhere. The blond stud ran his hands through his brother's hair before pulling his head in for a gentle kiss.
The two frat studs explored each other's mouths passionately, with a little hesitation at first, but with increasing confidence as they got their first taste of another muscular Wisconsin man. Soon enough the brown-haired hunk's jeans were coming off and his thick 8-incher was sliding down his frat brother's tight, eager throat. All around them, other hot and hung Wisconsin fans were stroking friends' bulges, rubbing thick cocks against frat brothers' tight asses, or letting their lips meet another stud's lips for the first time ever.
Down on the field, even the previously irate Iowa coach had gotten in on the fun. One of his hottest running backs, a 6'0" 220-pound sophomore from Iowa City, had shucked the coach's khakis and was deep-throating the hard 7-inch tool sported by this still-good-looking and muscular man. The coach grasped his stud halfback's mop of brown hair as he threw his head back in ecstasy, never imagining one of his players would be able to give him this much pleasure without so much as touching a football.
Yet it only got better as his kicker, the hot sophomore he'd watched with disgust minutes earlier, sauntered up behind the coach, his big dick bulging hard into his tight black uniform pants since he'd pulled them back on. As he caught sight of his coach's hot ass bobbing while the stud running back ate his cock, the kicker happily slid his pants off again and pressed his big Hawkeye dick against the opening to the older man's virgin hole.
Strangely, the handsome coach didn't even need to turn around before realizing who it was. As the kicker's hands and bulging guns reached around to stroke his coach's pecs under his yellow polo shirt, he leaned in and kissed him on the neck. "You're gonna love this shit, coach," he murmured.
"Shut up and give me that big Iowa cock," said the coach. "Pound my ass like a 50-yard field goal." The kicker laughed and kissed the coach on the lips over his shoulder, then eased his big leaking cock into the coach's tight asshole. He groaned at first but quickly got into a nice rhythm, easing forward into the hot RB's active tongue and throat, then back into the intensely arousing pressure of his kicker's broad cockhead on his prostate. For a moment, the coach looked up and saw not only all the football studs fucking on the field, but a fair amount of the frat hunks and other cut and hung straight-arrow football fans in the stands too. Didn't see that coming, he thought before shooting a huge load down the stacked sophomore's throat. Damn glad it did.
Part IV
Even as hot and hung jocks all over the country were stripping off their uniforms and grabbing their buddies for a rough fuck, the men of the UCLA and USC water polo teams were obliviously preparing for their spring exhibition game. Their season had ended earlier in the year, with the Trojans demolishing their crosstown rivals to take the national title. Now they were getting back together for a little grudge match.
Even though it had been a good couple of hours since the Florida baseball studs had discovered their new taste for cock and jock muscle, the handsome men of these two west coast teams hadn't heard anything about it. So they changed into their suits with their usual casual laziness, allowing the slightly homoerotic towel-snapping and ass-grabbing they usually engaged in before games, but nothing that would have foreshadowed what was to come.
Most of the UCLA players had lost their jeans and tight t-shirts by the time it hit their locker room. Some of them were already fully dressed out, the thin blue fabric of their speedos gleaming as they showered. Others were still pulling on their suits by the lockers, in various states of nakedness. One guy, a 20-year-old sophomore from San Diego, still had on his sagged jeans and brown leather sandals but had pulled off his form-fitting gray t-shirt to reveal a beautifully tanned and defined physique.
Water polo players, unlike swimmers, required not a lean and sleek build but a solid, heavily muscular one. They were constantly swimming, treading, fighting for the ball, shooting--all of which led to upper bodies whose pecs bulged, whose delts and biceps swelled, whose hulking necks squeezed veins against tanned skin. Not to mention the legs and the ass--all solidly muscular thanks to hours spent daily in the pool.
This handsome sophomore was no exception to the rule. A narcissist--but with good reason--he let his hand slide down from his neck over his left pec, lightly caressing the hard nipple, then down to his six-pack and tight obliques, finally easing to meet his cock through the loose denim of the jeans. He'd gotten hard feeling himself up, and he was about to let his fully boned 8-incher free from his tight boxer briefs when he felt a sharp twinge run through his jacked and beautiful body, starting at the roots of his dark brown hair and shooting all the way down to jolt his sizable balls.
He didn't know quite what was happening as he turned to his teammate dressing next to him. His fortunate neighbor, a 6'0" junior who played reserve although he was actually a lot more built than some of the starters, was also just pulling off his jeans. Unable to control himself as he stared at his buddy, the sophomore put his hands to the reserve's waist, shucking both the jeans and the boxer briefs his friend wore.
Thinking he'd just been pantsed, the junior turned in mock anger to face his teammate. But instead of being met with a laughing prankster, the blond-haired junior with 15 pounds of muscle on the San Diego stud felt a strong pair of lips push against his--a strong, firm, definitely male pair of lips. The sophomore's right hand almost immediately locked around his teammate's exposed cock as well, softly stroking the 9-inch shaft that, for some reason, was painfully hard.
Before the cut junior could even process what was happening, he felt himself kissing back, opening his mouth to his friend's demanding tongue, felt his own hands dive down over the sophomore's handsome six-pack to dig into his jeans and wrap around his own leaking water polo jock prick.
The two Bruin studs didn't even have time to think as they let their lips and tongues run all over each other and the sophomore who'd started it freed his cock from his jeans and boxer briefs. A moment later the two hot UCLA jocks released each other's dicks and let their hands run free to another part of the other cockstud's body. As the hot brown-haired sophomore gripped his buddy's muscle ass and the reserve's hands clenched against the sophomore's tanned back, their two bodies came together, pecs pushed against pecs, abs against abs, burning hard and dripping cocks rubbing roughly together.
But for the junior stud, who'd just been minding his own business when he was kissed, now seemed more into it than the sophomore who'd kissed him. The gorgeous blond dropped to his knees in the middle of the locker room and without an ounce of hesitation began to lick and tongue his buddy's leaking cockhead. A few seconds later, the huge jock dick was halfway down his tight throat as he sucked another guy's cock for the first time ever. The hunk sophomore just closed his eyes and ran his hands through his buddy's hair, feeling his hard shaft enveloped in delicious warmth.
It didn't always hit guys at exactly the same time, which made for some awkward moments. One handsome freshman with a shaved head, tanned and well-defined torso, and beautiful muscular bubble butt had just walked in late when he felt somebody grab him from behind.
The 100% straight first-year player dropped his bag in surprise as the guy behind him--a hot, barely clothed frat boy who also had been entirely into girls until a few seconds earlier--wrapped his hands and arms around, pushing hard palms down on the freshman's six-pack stomach through his tight red polo while grinding his hard and apparently very long and thick cock against his ass through his jeans.
"I want your body so bad, stud," said the junior in an erotic, guttural whisper. "I want this--" and he ran his hands up under his teammate's shirt to grip the freshman's solid pecs, "and this--" His hands fell again to unbuckle the jock hunk's belt and fish into his jeans, sliding over the freshman's cock--not hard, but still an impressive 5 inches soft. "But most of all," the older Bruin finished, kissing and licking the 18-year-old kid's bulging neck as he slid the unsuspecting guy's jeans and boxers all the way down, "I want this." And with that his hard and throbbing dick was coming in the freshman's virgin asshole.
The kid winced and groaned. While not enjoying the situation, he also wasn't panicking--he figured it was just some kind of initiation, moving up from the lowest rung to become a real part of the team. He finally started to sense something else might be up when the junior stud, one of the teams stars and certainly not a guy who'd admit his homosexuality openly, kept kissing and said, "I love you, bro. And you got a sweet fuckin' cock--you gotta let me suck your dick when I'm done."
He got even more of a hint when he started thinking himself about the junior's fat cock, and how much he'd enjoy sucking it too, and how much he was enjoying it up his tight jock ass right then. Before he knew it, the hot Bruin freshman was pushing his ass back into his teammate's pulsing cock and whispering, "Fuck me harder, dude! Fuck me!" All the awkward moments eventually turned out okay as the confused guy realized how much he actually liked getting his ass stretched out by a big jock dick, or getting his throat fucked with 7 inches of stud jock meat, or meeting lips and kissing the handsome muscle god he'd been changing next to for months.
And that's how it was with the freshman hunk, who just minutes after feeling like he was being raped, happily let his teammate cum in his ass, then turned and locked the cut junior in a deep and passionate kiss, eventually letting the other guy sink down and start sucking his cock just like he'd promised.
It wasn't long before the guys in the shower started to get in on the fun as well. Five or six of the UCLA studs were soaping themselves up or rinsing off when it hit, making their hands shake, their eyes clench briefly, and their cocks and asses start to tingle and stir beneath their tight blue speedos. Toward the back, one of the seniors, a hot Latino hukn with short black hair, deeply tanned skin, and a jacked 6'1" physique, turned to the guy next to him and brazenly checked him out.
To his surprise, the handsome Latin senior was very happy with what he saw as his teammate continued showering. The other guy was blond and nicely tanned, with a torso that nearly matched the senior god's body. Now a sophomore, he'd clearly grown up a surfer boy on the shores of Malibu or wherever he was from, and had only picked up water polo because UCLA didn't have a surfing team. The hung senior, whose thick 7-inch prick now bulged impressively into his blue suit, had always been into surfer girls, so it made sense that now that he was starting to dig the cock, he'd get hard for a surfer boy.
It didn't help when the hot sophomore turned, his eyes still closed as he rinsed his medium-length brown hair, and the senior caught sight of his buddy's handsome 8-inch surfer cock. For some reason the other guy was hard too, so the beautiful, thick shaft pressed insistently against the tight fabric of the speedo. The senior stared at it for a good ten seconds, watching the outline of the broad dickhead squeeze against his teammate's suit and thinking about it in his mouth.
Eventually thinking wasn't enough and the older Bruin stud knelt and pulled the sophomore's suit down, letting the hard 8-incher slap against the blond hunk's stomach, splashing water on the floor.
"Dude, what are you--ohh, fuck...awwhh, fuck..." The hung sophomore's objections were quickly muted as the Latin senior's strong lips and tongue enveloped his achingly hard cock and started sucking it for all they were worth. His hands squeezed around his teammate's wet black hair as he felt the beautiful jock--100% straight a few seconds before--trying to lick and suck the juice out of his huge Bruin prick.
The senior proved to be such a good cocksucker, and so into the 19-year-old blond stud's thick tool, that he didn't last long at all. And when the Latin god pushed his buddy's speedo down over his muscle ass and slipped a few fingers inside the sophomore's untouched jock hole, the surfer boy couldn't hold back.
Not ony did the hot blond water polo player blow his load deep into his buddy's throat, but no sooner had the handsome senior cleaned and milked his dick than he leaned forward and kissed the stacked Latino guy hard. If there was any doubt that the need for men had hit him too, it disappeared when he stared into his teammate's eyes and breathlessly whispered, "Fuck me, dude. The fingers aren't enough."
The senior had been eyeing the blond jock's muscle ass too and had no problem shoving the younger Bruin stud on the floor, shucking his own dangerously stretched speedo, and with no more than a quick kiss to the sophomore's cock, pushed his 7-inch Latin meat deep into the other athlete's virgin jock pussy.
Obviously these events were something of a surprise to the other guys in the locker room--at least at first. But in short order, as they continued watching their hot and hung teammates fuck under the shower, they began to feel themselves overcome by the same urges.
A hulking junior from Phoenix was the first to look down and realize that he'd sprung a huge boner, his 7.5-inch cock pushing hard into his uniform suit. He ran his big hand through his wet, dark brown hair in confusion, then slid the other hand down from his bulging pecs over his eight-pack to grip his rock-hard shaft, feeling himself up as if he were trying to figure out what he suddenly found so attractive about hard muscle and thick cock. Before he even realized it, though, he was jacking the leaking hard-on through his suit, watching intently as his two teammates got in a rough fuck rhythm.
Luckily for him, his hand didn't have to do the work for long. He felt another hand on his own and looked over to see the smiling face of the team captain, a senior from the Bay Area with a gorgeous figure and close-cut brown hair. The stud jock was grinning as he looked into his teammate's handsome face and started jacking the junior slowly.
"Can I help you with that?" the captain asked. As the junior stuttered for an answer, the ripped senior looked over his equally muscular buddy. "Damn, you're hot," he said, gripping the junior's tight muscle ass over his blue suit.
"But dude...you have a girlfriend," the Zona boy protested.
"Fuck her, man," said the short-haired jock, staring into his teammate's eyes. "I want you." With that he clenched his buddy's ass with both hands and surged forward, kissing him hard on the lips. THe two water polo fuckstuds, so suddenly and totally obsessed with each other, let their tongues and lips curl over and around each other for a few seconds, experiencing the unexpectedly pleasurable sensation of another guy's wet mouth.
Another hot new feeling was on the way as their cocks rubbed against each other for the first time, making both hung jocks breathe a little harder. They both pushed harder against each other as they continued kissing, and eventually both the junior's 7.5-inch shaft and the senior captain's monster 9-inch cock had escaped from the tight blue fabric of their speedos, the leaking heads of each thick tool peeking out above the waistband to meet the other, as if their two cocks wanted to kiss just like their owners were.
"Dude," said the breathless Arizona junior as he pulled back briefly and stared into his captain's warm eyes. "I'm not a fag, man, but...I really want your cock in my mouth." The senior grinned, speechless. "Now," added his horny buddy, pulling down the senior's suit and letting the huge dickhead slap against the tanned California hunk's ripped abs for emphasis.
"I'm not stopping you, stud," said the older UCLA jock. "Fact, I'm kinda looking forward to breeding this hot little mouth." He slipped a finger through the junior's lips and let him suck it for a second, but the other guy quickly got impatient and dropped down, taking the senior's large, rock-hard dick into his mouth, enjoying the feeling of an enormous prick filling up his mouth and throat.
He'd been amazed when the senior hit on him, but he was just as amazed at himself--he'd never had a gay thought in his life, loved pussy and tits and...ok, who was he kidding? He had a mouthful of one of his teammates' meat and was really enjoying it, actually hoping he could go long enough for his buddy to--
"Awwhh, fuck..." groaned the senior as his balls tightened and his 9-incher shot a huge load of thick Bruin cum down his straight teammate's throat. The junior drank it happily, tasting another guy's juice for the first--but he hoped not the last--time. He milked the senior jock's bulging prick, not letting it out of his mouth till every last delicious drop was down his throat. Finally he pulled off and rose again, kissing the senior and running his hands over the captain's solid pecs and tight obliques.
"You ever suck cock before?" panted the hot senior.
"Naw, dude," he replied.
"Me either--but that was fuckin' great, you gotta let me try." And without warning, the still-breathless senior dipped, shucking his teammate's suit and engulfing the beautiful junior's cock into his own hot, wet mouth.
As they got into a nice rhythm, the last few guys in the showers had also begun to fuck. At first, all three of them had been staring in shock and disgust at the guys they'd assumed--no, known to be straight getting down and sucking each other's dicks. But as the minutes wore on and they still hadn't looked away, and as they started to feel their own sweet jock holes loosening and thick Bruin cocks hardening, it didn't seem so weird and disgusting after all.
"Shit, man," said one of them, a 6'2" senior with bleached blond hair and a thick, muscular trunk of a torso. "I hate to say it but...this shit is startin' to turn me on." He looked down to see his 7-inch dick swell and press into his suit like the others.
"Startin' to, fuck," whispered his teammate, a shorter freshman with shaggy brown hair. "I'm about to blow my load." The other two looked to see the 18-year-old stud had shed his suit and was freely jacking his impressive 8-inch jock meat, drops of precum spilling from the slit.
"Well, don't waste it, stud," said the senior without even realizing it. And just like that he was on his knees with one of his teammates' cocks planted deep in his mouth.
The third guy was the last to break. He was a sophomore and one of those hyper-masculine guys who liked to preen shirtless for the ladies, showing off bulging pecs, rippling abs, swollen biceps. He was a cocky stud, but not without cause--the tanned and muscular Angeleno had soft brown hair and bright blue eyes that justifiably made his female admirers swoon.
But he'd forgotten all about them as he watched his teammates taste each other, and slowly got caught up in the ass of the young freshman getting his dick sucked. It was a perfect muscular bubble butt, freed from the confines of its tight blue speedo. And it made the cocky sophomore forget about any other pussy he'd ever seen.
He dove into the freshman's ass like it was birthday cake, smelling the clean, wet and distinctly male scent at the center of the young stud's hole. The kid gasped as he felt his teammate start to tongue him deeply--it wasn't every day he had two of his hot jock teammates strip him in the shower and eat his cock and ass.
Out in the locker room, the rest of the team was either still deep in the swing of a hot fuck or cooling off after one. All over the place, hot southern California jocks lay naked, rubbing, caressing, licking and sucking each other's hard, powerful bodies. Soon people were going to start wondering what had happened to them.
For the moment, though, the crowd waiting for the match to begin suspected nothing, never imagining that their friends, sons, boyfriends, and frat brothers were fucking, kissing, and sucking each other's cocks in the locker room. They watched as the USC team, apparently unaffected, began to emerge from their side of the aquatic center.
The Trojan boys were every bit as good-looking as their rivals, each one seemingly bigger, tanned, more cut than the last. A few of them started stretching by the side of the pool, a couple others were talking. Some eventually climbed in the pool and swam a few laps to warm up.
"Hey dude, where the fuck are those UCLA fags?" said one of the USC jocks who had gotten in the water, his handsome face taking on a confused expression as one of his buddies swam up.
"Probably giving each other head," the other guy replied jokingly. They laughed, unaware that several of the hot Bruin jocks were engaged in exactly that. Then the second guy swam away, continuing his warm-up.
But as he did, the first Trojan, a tan, brown-haired senior from Orange County, found himself unavoidably interested in his buddy's form. The other guy, a hot junior with shaved blond hair and a tight, beautiful body, lifted his arms in and out of the water with an efficiency that had the senior pressing into his uniform suit in seconds. "Wow," he whispered, appreciating the male beauty that surrounded him for the first time.
He watched in awe as the junior stud got out of the pool, each gorgeous part of him bulging, bending, squeezing into his skin as he hoisted himself onto the deck. The senior had never noticed his teammate's ass before, though he'd seen it hundreds of times with little or no covering. Now, however, he was transfixed by it, staring in lustful amazement at the twin bulges of muscle pushing so temptingly out into the dark red suit, water dripping over it.
"What a hot fuckin' ass," he heard himself whisper. Then the junior turned around, and it was as if the ass had never existed. Because now the suddenly horny Trojan jock had seen his teammate's enormous cock, pushing powerfully against the suit, standing hard at its full 8 inches though there was no real reason for the junior to be aroused. He licked his lips unconsciously, imagining the thick shaft he was ogling deep inside his mouth, stretching out his throat, unloading its hot jock seed into him.
The handsome senior closed his eyes and slowly let his hand fall to begin stroking his own achingly hard 7-inch dick through his suit. Before long, the burgundy suit was at his knees under the water and he was openly jacking his big jock tool at the thought of sucking his friend's prick.
He didn't even realize that the hot junior had gotten back in and swam over to him until he felt a warm hand wrap around his cock, stopping his jerking only to begin its own. The senior opened his eyes in alarm but was relieved to see the very object of his fantasy just inches from him, a smile on his face that made the senior's cock swell in his teammate's hand.
"You need some help with this?" the junior said huskily, running the other hand up through his buddy's wet brown hair.
"Fuck, dude..." breathed the O.C. stud.
"Take that as a yes," said the hung Trojan junior, grinning. He took a deep breath, then sank under the water. A second later, the senior felt his friend's powerful lips wrap around his hard cock and begin to suck it hard.
"Oh my God," whispered the senior. He'd never gotten a blowjob in the pool before, and definitely never from one of his teammates. But the power of the lips and tongue enveloping his dick and easing it 2 inches, 4 inches, all the way down his throat made him wonder why the hell he hadn't done this before. His hands were clenched around his buddy's shaved head, feeling it bob up and down on his hard Trojan cock under the water. The junior slipped his fingers around, gripping the older jock's tight ass before pushing a couple inside his untouched hole.
"Awwwhh..." groaned the first hunk, his entire body squeezing tight, abs crunching, pecs flexing, asshole closing tight around his teammate's fingers as his 7-inch cock exploded in his fellow water polo jock's mouth.
Up in the stands, two 20-year-old USC juniors watched their team prepping for the game. The two good-looking young men, both from the suburbs of San Francisco, both good friends with a lot of guys on the team, hadn't noticed that two of their buddies were giving each other head in the pool. They didn't see either as other little signs started to appear that the Trojan jocks were starting to feel something more about their hot teammates too--a hand running along the waistline of a buddy's dark red speedo, an extended meeting of glances between two pairs of hot blue eyes, a hot blond freshman helping his senior teammate stretch leaning over to run his fingers over the grinning stud's suddenly strained suit.
The two USC studs in the stands didn't see any of this, but they did start to appreciate the physical assets of their team in a way the two straight studs never had before. The first junior, a tanned hunk with chiseled cheeks, a square jaw and gelled brown hair, was palming his left pec through his tight yellow and red USC t-shirt. It was a gesture of nervousness as he stared at the hot and hung jocks and wondered why his thick 9-inch cock was suddenly bulging hard into the crotch of his jeans.
The other stud was even hotter than his friend--taller, more muscular. He had shaggy brown hair, piercing green eyes, a cut jawline highlighting his handsome face, totally ripped torso pressing hard into a form-fitting light blue polo, muscular neck bulging out against a hemp necklace. The polo hung over his burgundy mesh shorts, imprinted with the Trojans' logo, and already straining with the swollen mass of his own 8.5-inch Southern Cal fuckpole. A dark spot had formed on the front where his large dickhead leaked freely, thanks to the soft strokes of his hand through the mesh fabric.
"I don't want to sound weird, dude," said the short-haired junior, "but those guys look damn good right now."
The shaggy-haired study's lips formed into a handsome smile as he looked over the cut and dripping wet bodies of two of his best friends on the team, who were now overtly kissing, their hands grabbing abs, pecs, ass, hair, cock, anything they could find as they explored another jock's cut body as never before. "Damn good," the second guy agreed.
He looked down in the stands to see that other hunks from both schools were not being shy about their new feelings either. Two built freshmen from UCLA who had come with their girlfriends but sat next to each other were now ignoring the girls and discreetly kissing each other's lips, necks, and solid cheeks. A couple rows down, a cute 23-year-old USC fan with curly brown hair had let a cut sophomore from Southern Cal, just 19 years old but with an obviously powerful libido, slide down his jeans and boxers just enough to push his rock-hard 7-incher balls deep into the other guy's tight muscle ass.
Down on the pool deck, the fucking had gotten more intense. One USC player had his teammate bent over the side of the pool, both of them half-in, half-out of the water, their red speedos shucked to their knees. The bottom stud moaned in pleasure as he felt his buddy ream his virgin hole. At the same time, the UCLA guys were starting to emerge from their locker room, each of them looking like they'd just had the time of their lives. Wearing speedos, warm-up shorts, boxer briefs, or nothing at all, the hot Bruins sauntered out with that post-hot-sex swagger, their bulky arms draped around each other, their hair, faces and bodies slick with water, sweat and hot jock seed.
Finally the cut spike-haired USC junior in the stands turned to his buddy and looked over his handsome body under the blue polo and red mesh, his eyes eventually settling on his friend's still aching cockhead bulging impressively into the shorts. "Dude, I gotta get a taste of that," he muttered.
The other guy looked at his buddy. His expression was first confused but suddenly changed to a determined smile. He took his buddy's head in his hands and looked straight into his gaze, the beautiful green eyes melting whatever inhibitions might have remained.
With an undeniable force, the two USC hunks kissed passionately, their hands all over each other. The shaggy-haired Trojan pushed down under his friend's jeans to wrap around his hot 9-inch meat while the other guy's own exploring hands reached up under his buddy's polo to grab his pecs, squeezing the muscle hard as he felt his straight-arrow pal's tongue lock with his own.
By now the UCLA jocks had revved up for more and were mixing in with the jacked Trojan studs. The Latin hunk from the showers gladly bent over and pulled down his blue suit to take a USC senior's leaking prick into his tight ass, while the first hot Trojan couple from the pool allowed one of the Bruins between them, feeding the handsome and muscular blond freshman the senior's cock while the other USC jock slid through his assring slowly but without hesitation.
If any of them had taken a break from fucking, sucking and kissing long enough to look around, they would have seen that hardly a hot, hung young man in the building was not engaged with a teammate, a buddy, or just the closest stud with a cut body and a hard cock. And somehow, none of it ever seemed the slightest bit out of the ordinary.
The End
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* A Hot Day for College Jocks
03:24 on 2008-01-14 by scudder
Very hot scenes, but there needs to be connective tissue between them to better explain why. Also, it really needed names to maintain better clarity. But overall, very well written and enjoyable!
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* A Hot Day for College Jocks
12:16 on 2008-01-14
What, no Coach K?
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* A Hot Day for College Jocks
18:26 on 2008-01-14
Amazing! But could use a beginning and an epilogue.
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* A Hot Day for College Jocks
19:31 on 2008-01-16 by slickslave
SPORTS ARE ALWAYS HOT (i KNOW) BUT STORY NEEDS MORE TRUE DOMINANCE
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* A Hot Day for College Jocks
22:35 on 2008-08-13 by Majorwrll
Just loved this story hope you post more like this. And I just loved all the elements and hope that people continue on instead of just waking up wondering why they did what they did. A Full fist out of a full fist.
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* A Hot Day for College Jocks
12:01 on 2011-06-23
GREAT STUFF, MORE PLEASE!!
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