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It all started with a couple looks. First, the fierce look Connecticut forward Jeff Adrien gave Michigan State's Raymar Morgan as he dunked hard on him early in the first half, before the Spartans went on their tear to establish the lead that'd take them to the final game. That look seethed with the intensity of the game, but wrapped up in it was something else -- a look of pure, animal desire deep in Adrien's eyes that Morgan, who'd been very quietly hooking up with his teammates Travis Walton and Kalin Lucas for the last couple years, couldn't help but notice.
And the look Tyler Hansbrough, the UNC star who had a shot at player of the year if Carolina won it all, gave to Villanova's forward Dante Cunningham as the two guys stood watching Dante's teammate Scottie Reynolds take foul shots. This look, however, wasn't wrapped in intensity. In fact, it was remarkable for the fact that, unlike any other moment in any other game Tyler Hansbrough had played, the big Tar Heel forward's eyes lacked the intensity of the game he was so famous for. Instead, the look, which Cunningham held just long enough to make sure Tyler knew he had caught onto it, had a totally different feel, almost like Tyler was an actual person Dante might want to get to know, instead of his powerful opponent he had to work his ass off to beat.
It continued with two of those guys. After the game, in the line to shake hands, Raymar bent in as he grasped Adrien's hand and said, as quietly as he possibly could, "Come by my place if you wanna fuck." Morgan didn't even let Adrien glance back at him, or look back himself to see that that little comment had stopped the Huskie star dead in his tracks, making his teammate Gavin Edwards bump into him from behind and making A.J. Price, the team's point guard, look up at Morgan as he passed with a "what did you do to him?" kind of look. A few minutes later, as the U-Conn senior got to his locker, he noticed a little notecard sticking out of it. He pulled it out and read the short note. It was an address in East Lansing, along with these words: "Wear your colors. Bring your boys." Adrien grimaced, but he couldn't deny the stirring he felt beneath his white U-Conn basketball shorts.
The same address and a similar message were printed on a notecard slipped from one of Carolina's student assistants -- a hot kid named Brett who'd been a regular hook-up for at least four of the team's top players for the last few seasons -- to Dante Cunningham after the Tar Heels' big win over the Wildcats. As he handed him the card, Brett slid his own body up against Cunningham, craning his neck up to whisper in the `Nova stud's ear: "Gonna be a fun time. You should come." Dante couldn't miss the feeling of the waterboy's hard dick throbbing against his leg through his blue shorts. He turned to get a look at the guy, his cock achingly hard in his form-fitting khakis, his muscular upper body pulling his sky blue polo tight in all the right places.
"You gonna be there?" Cunningham said under his breath.
Brett grinned at the implicit compliment. "Yeah, I'll be helpin' out, but I ain't the main attraction." It was obvious who would be, so Brett didn't say anything more, just winked and walked off, leaving Dante to feel his own chubbed-up snake pressing gently against his sliding shorts. And the next thing he saw, as his gaze rose to the Carolina bench, was Hansbrough looking at him, and giving just the faintest hint of a smile, before turning back to his teammates and walking off toward the locker room.
Jeff Adrien didn't know what he was expecting to find as he knocked on the door to the very nice-looking apartment he'd been directed to go to. But when Big Ten player of the year Kalin Lucas answered the door wearing nothing but a pair of MSU sweats, which weren't doing a very good job of hiding his thick 8.5-inch cockbulge, Jeff knew he'd done the right thing.
"Hey, guys, come on in," said Lucas, grinning wide. Adrien went in, followed by three of his teammates. He was surprised how many of them had taken up his offer -- although he knew they swung to the other side of the fence from time to time back in Storrs, he didn't think they'd put themselves out there with opposing players like this. Then again, with Connecticut's season over, it wasn't like they stood to sacrifice a lot. So after Adrien came A.J. Price and Gavin Edwards, who'd been nearby for the stealthy invitation anyway, and Hasheem Thabeet, the giant Tanzanian who'd wreaked havoc in the Big East all season.
They'd almost waited too long. Nobody had specified a time to show up, so they'd come late, as late as they could stand to leave their dicks straining into their uniform shorts (they'd dutifully changed into new uniforms and left them on per Morgan's instructions). But now, as they stepped into the massive apartment shared by Lucas, Morgan, and Travis Walton, they realized how behind they were. In fact, they'd interrupted Lucas in the middle of something, which explained his state of arousal. After locking the door behind them, he slipped off the sweats quickly and returned to the couch where Carolina point guard Ty Lawson's upturned ass was waiting to be filled again with his rival's thick Spartan dick. "Sorry about that, buddy," Lucas grunted to Lawson as he roughly slid his cock back inside Ty's tight rear. "But I brought some new toys for you to play with when we're done..."
Lawson looked up to see the four Huskies standing there watching them fuck, a tent rising quickly in each young man's gray shorts. "Fuck, look at these boys..." he grunted, his lustful eyes passing from Thabeet, to Edwards, to Price, and finally landing on Jeff Adrien, who was now unconsciously stroking his cock under his shorts. "Hey Adrien -- you need some help with that, man?"
"Now that ain't hardly fair, is it, Ty?" came a voice from Jeff's right. They all looked to see the handsome Travis Walton, senior Spartan guard whose solid 6'2", 190-pound figure stood beautifully exposed, his nicely defined upper body bared and his green shorts betraying a 9.5-inch bulge. "You obviously likin' what Kalin's givin' you," he went on, nodding at Lawson's own thick 9-incher, hard and bobbing against his abs. "Only fair to leave somethin' else for the rest of us."
The Carolina point guard gave in and dropped his head, letting the feeling of Kalin Lucas's prick bottoming out in his ass wash over his tight body. Meanwhile Walton had walked over to where Jeff and the other U-Conn guys were still just staring in amazement at the scene in front of them -- after all, even if they knew they liked gettin' with dudes from time to time, they didn't expect the other stars of the Final Four to want to get in on the action as well.
But the other guys were making it pretty obvious what they wanted, Kalin and Ty as they grunted and moaned in pleasure, and Travis as he sidled up in front of Jeff Adrien. The good-looking MSU guard wasn't at all nervous about the fact that Adrien had 5 inches and 50 pounds of solid baller jock muscle on him, or the fact that the persona Adrien projected on the court was one of raging, powerful masculinity. And the reason for his confidence was clear as soon as Travis came close enough that he felt his own hard-on, 8 rigid inches leaking hard into his shorts, rub up against something hard beneath the Connecticut forward's shorts. Oh, Jeff Adrien was a raging, powerful man all right -- and his raging, powerful, 11-inch musclejock prick proved it as it throbbed with need and hunger into his gray shorts, the stark outline of its thick shaft and broad, swollen head clear under the tightly strained fabric.
Ignoring Adrien's gorgeous erection, Walton just smiled and slung his muscular arm around Jeff's shoulder, his hand cupping the back of the senior's head. "Yeah, I could suck yo' dick if you wanted, better than you'd think, too," Travis said in a low voice, but loud enough that next to them Gavin Edwards let out a little grunt and started stroking his full-mast hard-on through his shorts. Jeff just breathed harder. "But you didn't come here just to get yo' dick sucked, did you, man?" Travis groped Jeff's cock gently. "Naw, big fuckin' cocksnake like this, any girl, any of the clubs down in Detroit want a piece of this." Now Travis let his own shorts drop to the ground, and he slowly pulled Adrien's big paw over to wrap his fingers around the rock-hard dick sticking up like a flagpole from his crotch. Jeff sucked in a long, deep breath. Travis could feel the big Huskie's heart pounding. He lifted his head so his lips were inches from Adrien's. "No, man, you came here for more...you want to put them fat, cocksuckin' lips to good use, don't you, boy?"
"Damn..." Jeff breathed, then dropped his chin and let his lips meet Travis's, kissing another dude, a fellow fuckin' player, for the first time in his life. Jeff had been the least comfortable with doing this kind of shit, fuckin' around with his teammates, and he'd only really let Edwards suck his cock a couple times and fooled around a little with A.J. in the showers. But, truth be told, Adrien had a libido that was ten times as powerful as any of his buddies on the team, and 95% of it was aimed directly at the guys he played with and played against all winter and spring. So as Travis Walton kissed him hard and deep, the Michigan State senior's adventurous tongue slipping out to rub with Jeff's, a rapid-action slide-show of all the fantasies he'd had over the last three years whizzed through his addled head -- locking lips with Marquette's Dominic James, rubbing hard-muscled bodies and kissing that kid Preston Knowles from Louisville, getting his mouth fucked by that big ugly motherfucker Luke Harangody from Notre Dame, one of the few guys who matched up to Adrien's size, and even that time Emeka Okafor had come back to Hartford to watch the Huskies take on Syracuse, and Jeff hadn't been able to stop himself from imagining the NBA stud shoving him against a wall after the game, pulling down Jeff's shorts and his own suit pants, and taking him right there in the locker room. Not to mention all the shit he quietly imagined doing to his teammates, past and present. And now, for the first time, it was actually happening.
Jeff found himself on his knees moments later without even realizing how he'd got there, and then Travis Walton's fat dick was in his mouth, and holy fuck but he was suckin' cock. And loving every second of it, too -- Travis was right, Jeff Adrien's big, powerful lips were made for sucking basketball jock dick and he was about as close to a natural as you can get. Walton was loving every second of this hard-bodied dude swallowing his prick, feeling Adrien's tongue sweep over his tender head and then his whole shaft get sucked down the U-Conn stud's throat. His hands were on Jeff's shaved head, gently encouraging him to take his dick deeper, harder, faster.
Travis was so caught up in the expert blow job Jeff Adrien was giving him that he didn't even notice what was happening around him. His eyes still jammed shut, he said out loud, "So is your boy Thabeet gonna get any ass tonight, Adrien, or is he just too damn big for anybody to even find his prick way up there?"
Adrien didn't answer, not willing to give up even a second of the hot dick stuffing his mouth to speak, but Walton soon heard another voice pipe up. "You better look before you speak, Walton." Travis followed the voice's advice and opened his eyes, jerking his head to the left. His eyes went wide.
Thabeet, the enormous 7'3" Tanzanian, was bent over the other sofa (the one where Kalin Lucas wasn't now on his knees sucking Ty Lawson's dripping dick), with Raymar Morgan, the big Spartan forward out of Ohio, steadily pounding Thabeet's tight rear with his 9.5-inch club. Morgan had pulled down Thabeet's shorts just in the back, giving him access to the junior's well-muscled ass, and Travis could see on Thabeet's strained face that he was enjoying the hell out of the deep fucking that Travis's teammate was giving him. But really, he didn't even need to look at the huge center's face -- it was clear enough from the pole that looked the size of a baseball bat, tenting Thabeet's gray U-Conn shorts so hard that it looked like it was about to rip through the seams.
In front of Thabeet, two smaller guards were also watching the scene with lust in their eyes. One Travis easily recognized as his teammate Korie Lucious, the freshman shooting guard out of Milwaukee. The other was one of the white kids on North Carolina's team, who he didn't know by name but had seen back in the fall when Carolina handed MSU its 35-point whooping. ("Bobby Frasor," Kalin would later tell him. "Mouth like a hoover, man.") Both Korie and Bobby weren't doing anything, just standing there watching Ray take the fuckin' monster from behind. Both of them also had huge tents in their shorts, 8.5 inches throbbing into Bobby's Carolina blue mesh and an impressive 10-inch prick aching beneath Korie's green MSU shorts, neither guy stroking his dick or anything, just staring in shock. Travis didn't really blame them -- to see Hasheem Thabeet, the beast of Connecticut's hardwood, the terror in the lane that made otherwise confident drivers tremble in their Nikes, getting his tight ass fucked was almost too much to handle.
Then that voice spoke up again: "You guys just gonna stand there lookin' at Beet's fat dick or you gonna do somethin' about it?" Travis realized he hadn't seen who it was that spoke before, and finally looked to his right. When he did he got the shock of his life.
TBC
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