Hot Day for College Jocks

By Duke Student

Published on Oct 5, 2005

Gay

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.

Next: Chapter 2


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