The School Project...

Where u at?

Terrance texted his classmate, Kevin. They were supposed to be working on a project together but, as usual, Kevin was late. 

Omw...be there in 5 mins he replied. Terrance rolled his eyes and threw the phone on the couch. He grabbed the remote and turned to his favorite channel, ESPN. He wanted to catch up on the college basketball scores before Kevin got there. A few minutes later there was a knock at the door. Terrence unlocked the door, and Kevin walked in and smiled. Wassup. Irritated, Terrence couldn’t help but smile back. Kevin had a nice smile that always got him out of trouble. He was tall and built with a body that definitely wasn’t a stranger to the gym. He was captain of the University basketball team, 6’2 21 years old, caramel skin, beautiful lips, and the body of a champion. Sorry I’m late...we practiced a little longer than normal. Kevin said as he sat on the couch. Yea yea...its coo, Terrance replied. 

Terrance looked at Kevin’s arms as he pulled his notes out of his backpack. He was wearing red Nike basketball shorts, a wife beater, and a pair of Jordan sandals with black socks. His caramel skin was flawless and he licked his lips as he watched. U ready? Kevin asked. Yeah...let’s get this shit poppin. Terrance sat next to Kevin and they began brainstorming. Damn nigga...its kinda hot in here Kevin said. Terrance got up and turned the AC up. Kevin looked at Terrance’s perfectly round ass sitting pretty in a pair of basketball shorts and black & white AE underwear that showed the shape of his ass. His bright yellow skin and perfect smile added to his perfection, and his deep masculine voice made it even better, since he was attracted to masculine bottoms. Tha fuck you lookin at nigga? Terrance said as he sat back down. Kevin could feel his heat rising as he reminisced on their last session in the locker room after the game a few nights ago. Terrance was taking pictures at the game for a local sports magazine and Kevin scored the winning 3 point shot. The locker room was empty and they had a quickie in the shower. Terrance sat back down and attempted to work on the project. How bout we write about the Occupy movement and relate it to the Civil Rights movement he suggested. Nah, how bout you come a lil closer Kevin said with a slick grin as he moved closer to Terrance and put his hand on his right thigh. Terrance pushed his hand away and moved back. Nah...I’m good.

Kevin and Terrance have been messing around for nearly two months, and were on the verge of a relationship, but they didn’t trust each other. Terrance was a star athlete and Kevin was on the of the hottest rising photographers in the country. They were always traveling, and didn’t see much of each other.

Why you trippin bae? Kevin asked as he inched closer and closer.

Oh so I’m bae now? Normally you act like you don’t know me...Terrance folded his arms and turned away.

You know I gotta protect my image...Kevin pleaded with Terrance to understand, but he angrily got up and went into the kitchen, fixing himself a drink with his back to Kevin. He was tired of hearing about his ‘image’. He knew that dating an athlete would be difficult, especially if he made it into the NBA, but he hated the fact that Kevin was so worried about his image that he acted like he didn’t know him in public. Terrance is also secretive, and only a few people know about his sexuality. Kevin bit his lip as he looked at that ass again. He imagined himself bending him over the counter and getting it in, as they had done so many times before. He wanted to hear him moan and scream his name as he pounded that ass into the wall. He knew he was mad, but the dick the perfect remedy. Terrance couldn’t resist...it was too good. He walked up behind him and started kissing the back of his neck.

Nigga what you doin? I aint playin...Terrance tried to play hard to get, but Kevin kept kissing, moving from the back of his neck to his earlobe, to the side of his neck.

Damn Kev...Terrance moaned and whispered as Kevin hit his spot. He moved in closer so he could feel his 10 inch dick pressed against his ass. He arched his back a little and slowly grinded on the dick. Damn...he could feel it and he wanted it deep inside him. Kevin reached inside Terrance’s underwear and felt that thick booty. He slid his fingers against the hole, making him flinch and bite his lip with pleasure. He pulled his shorts down and Kevin got on his knees and put his tongue deep in the hole, moving in a clockwise motion as Terrance slowly swayed his hips back in forth.

slurp...spit...slurp

Damn bae...eat that shit...damn Terrance moaned as Kevin’s tongue pleasured him. He got up and pulled his shorts down as Terrance turned around and got on his knees. He watched his beautiful dick jump as it was released from Kevin’s black Polo boxer briefs. He smiled and kissed the head before licking the shaft up and down, then putting the dick in his mouth slowly, inch by inch. He teased him before devouring the whole dick in his mouth, slurping licking and spitting.

Damn bae...get that shit wet. DAAAAMNNNNNNNNNNNN bae

Terrance bobbed his head up and down as he slurped on Kevins thick pipe. Kevin grabbed the back of his head and moved his hips back and forth, guiding his dick in and out of Terrance’s mouth.

Damn T...FUUUCCCCCKKKKKKKK

He was ready for that ass. He pulled his dick out of his mouth and kissed him before turning him around and bending him over the counter. He tapped his dick on his hole before slowly inching it in. Terrance flinched as that big dick invaded his ass.

Damn you tight as hell bae

Kevin grabbed the Wet Platinum from his basketball shorts, lubed up and tried again. The dick slid in slowly, and they both let out a soft moan as Terrance’s walls wrapped around Kevins pipe.  He gripped his waist and moved his hips back and forth slowly so he could get used to the dick. He started stroking faster and faster.

DAAAMMMNNNNNN baby....FUCCCKKKKKK BEAT....DAT....SHIT....UP!!!

Kevin slapped his ass, and lifted his left leg onto the counter, digging deeper and harder

YOU LIKE THIS DICK NIGGA??

Yes Da---...FUUUUCKKKKKKKKKKKK....ohhhhhh shiiitttttttttttttt ba---dammmmnnnnnn...AHHHHHHHHH

They moved from the counter to the couch, Kevin laid on his back and Terrance slowly sat on the dick

Shhitttt baby...

Terrance grabbed Kevin’s chest as he rotated his hips back and forth, slowly at first then faster and faster. He was in control now, and he was gonna make sure Kevin knew it.

YOU LIKE THIS ASS BAE?

Kevin was speechless...his toes were curling and his eyes were rolling into the back of his head. He grabbed his thighs and started thrusting the dick into him from below, fucking him like crazy. They flipped in the missionary position, and Kevin buried his face in his neck, kissing him as he stroked. 

DAMN BABY....I’M BOUT TO...AHHHHHHH FUCCCKKKKKKK

Terrance busted a nut as Kevin continued to pound him. He took the dick out and started jacking off near Terrance’s face. Terrance took the dick in his mouth as Kevin busted.

DAAAMMMNNNNN NIGGA Kevin pulled his dick out with a loud pop and laid back on the couch. They passed out in each others arms.

©SC 2011

Love & Football: Chapter 1

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CHAPTER 1

I can’t take this anymore...I’m done!! Corey Johnson burst into tears as he hung up with his boyfriend and threw his brand new Iphone across the room. He buried  his head in his hands and cried. He couldn’t believe this was happening. He had been with his boyfriend for three years and it was all coming to an end. They met at LSU’s football training camp when he was a freshman and his boyfriend was a senior. His phone rang. He knew it was his boyfriend because the ringtone was MADE TO BE TOGETHER by Trey Songz. He picked the phone up from the floor and pressed IGNORE. He didn’t want to be bothered right now. The phone rang again...and again...and again. Finally he just turned it off and laid on the bed. What would he do? How would he survive without the love of his life?

He looked down at the black screen on his phone. Should he call his boyfriend and talk to him about the situation? Honestly he was tired of talking. He was tired of listening to the same excuses over and over and over again. Demarcus was currently playing for the Chicago Bears, and the long distance relationship was taking its toll on both of them. They weren’t able to see each other very often and relied on texting, talking on the phone, and Skyping each other to get by.

He was still debating whether he should call his boyfriend or not when he heard a ringing sound coming from his computer. Demarcus was calling him on Skype. He walked to the computer, connected his webcam, and clicked ANSWER. His heart nearly melted when he saw his shirtless boyfriend on the computer screen with his butterscotch skin, bulging chest and rippled abs. Demarcus smiled and said ‘I’m sorry bae’.

Corey smiled. He loved when Demarcus called him BAE. It made him feel special. And he couldn’t resist the smile. Demarcus had a bright and beautiful smile that always seemed to get him out of trouble, no matter the situation. He wanted to be in his arms. He didn’t know how much longer he could continue dating someone in another city, but none of that mattered as he stared into his eyes on the computer screen.

I love you

I love you too

Why are we fighting?

I don’t know...

And he really didn’t. Maybe it was the lack of sex. Or lack of attention. Even though their relationship was a secret on campus for obvious reasons, Demarcus still made Corey feel special and treated him like a prince.

Corey pouted and folded his arms. He knew Demarcus loved him.

I wanna see you...

I wanna see you too...but its hard. I gotta game this weekend and you gotta focus on school.

I know...this is hard.

I know bae but we gotta make it work.

Its ok...gimme a kiss.

Corey blew his boyfriend a kiss and they ended the call. Demarcus always knew what to say to make him feel better. He stared at the picture of his boyfriend next to his computer. He was 6’1, 190 lbs with dreads hanging to his shoulders. Corey always had a thing for dreads. He laid back on the bed and reminisced about the good days of the past when they first met. They would chill in Demarcus’ room after practice and play video games or listen to music. And the sex was PHENOMENAL. Demarcus had 10 inches of manhood and was a certified pro that could make him climax without touching himself. 

He missed it. It had been three months since they last had sex, and he needed it BADLY.

Meanwhile, sitting in his Chicago loft, Demarcus was also missing Corey. He missed his soft, caramel skin. He missed his sweet lips and his innocent smile. Most of all, he missed holding him at night. He got up from the couch and looked though his window at the Chicago skyline. He had never felt anything like this before. Corey was his first boyfriend, and it took him awhile to accept the fact that he liked guys. He still didn’t call himself gay because he didn’t like the word or the negativity that was associated with it. They met on the football team at LSU, got drunk at a party one night, one thing led to another, and that was that. He continued dating women on campus to keep his reputation as a macho ladies man in tact, but he was spending more and more time with Corey. They managed to keep their relationship a secret.

Lately he was finding it difficult to remain faithful. They had somewhat of an open relationship at LSU. Demarcus was allowed to sleep with women, and Corey was allowed to sleep with other bottoms, since he was versatile and Demarcus is a strict top. It worked in college, but it had been three months since his last orgasm and Demarcus needed to feel his dick inside something warm and wet.

He looked at his fully erect eleven inch dick and imagined Corey’s skillful lips wrapped around it. Corey liked to tease him, but Demarcus always took control in the end. He imagined himself tearing his ass up doggystyle on the couch before taking things to the bedroom and hitting it missionary style with his tongue deep in his throat. His thoughts were interrupted by the ringing of his phone. It was his teammate, Darius Jones, trying to get him to come to some party.

Nah...I think  I’m just gonna chill tonight.

Damn D, you NEVER come out of the house.

Hahaha...yes I do nigga. But I’m tired. I’ll hit you up tomorrow though.
Yeah whatever...

He hung up the phone and that was it. Darius was cute...about 5’10, 185 lbs of full muscle, and smooth yellow skin. He started to imagine Corey and Darius taking turns bouncing on his dick. He thought about kissing Corey while Darius wrapped his lips around his pipe and served him right. He bit his lip and imagined the tight boi pussy that he was missing at LSU. He needed Corey ASAP. He was trying to resist the temptation, but he told Corey he would be faithful to him in Chicago and he didn’t want to let him down. He didn’t know how much more could take. He continued thinking about his boyfriend on the bed taking his eleven inch dick as he stroked his manhood trying to reach the ultimate level of pleasure. He licked his lips and imagined Corey’s legs in the air with him thrusting his hips. He imagined the moans and groans of pleasure coming from his boyfriends mouth as he drove his dick deeper and deeper into his tight, wet, pink ass.

The thought of his boyfriends sweet treasure excited him and he reached his climax. He was trying to be faithful, but he knew it would be difficult. He hoped and prayed he wouldn’t give in to the various temptations that were constantly surrounding him. Only time would tell if he could continue to be faithful to the man he loved, or fall victim to his one weakness.