Sweeter than Revenge

Chances are you came here for a reason, and your looking for this sorta stuff. If for some reason you dont already know, the following story includes description of sexual acts between guys. If that shit turns you off, use your back button or close your browser. If not, your in the right place.

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Oh yeah. The guys in this story might not be using rubbers, but they aint real. You are. Practice safe sex.

Keep it real.

Anfernee "Wildstyle" Williamson of da Undaground Click. 11th October, 1998

SWEETER THAN REVENGE another Wildstyle joint

"Oh gawd DAAAAM!"

Jonah moaned, a low needy sound, barely contained in the silence of the bathroom. The huge halfback leaned back hard against the wall, his hands tightly on Joes broad shoulder pads. They grasped, fisting tightly on the big pads. Jonah fought to keep his movements slow, rocking gently with his big hips against the receivers mouth.

"Thats right, give it up fo' your big daddy," Jonah fought to keep his voice quiet as Joe knelt before him, sucking strongly. "Oh fuck yeah!"

Joe pulled his mouth back a little, feeling those driving strokes. Slow, inevitable strokes, that shifted Jonahs thick shaft back and forth between his big lips. The big receiver felt every inch of his cock, his veiny shaft, steel hard, yet so smooth and slicked. His big, cut head, teasing along his tongue. The heavy weight of his nuts, the dense thicket of sharp pubes. Joe smelt the overbaring smells, tasted every familiar inch.

The big samoan pushed his hands upward again slightly, feeling warmth. Jonah was still dressed in his oversized black cargo pants and heavy sweatshirt. Coaxing him on from under his deep hood. There on his knees before the halfback, he felt every part of Jonahs intimidating onfield strength and power. Tensed under his hands, below warm material. Sliding firmly between his lips.

"Ease up, homeboy." Jonah voice was low, strained. "I dont wanna nutt yet."

Joe complied, feeling the huge halfbacks hands still locked on his shoulderpads. Damn, he'd barely got off the field, and into the bathrooms to take a piss. Still he'd caught him. Pulled him aside into the handicap stall. Undid his pants as he pushed him down, like he had so many times before. Joe closed his eyes again as he ran his tongue firmly around Jonahs head again, illiciting another breathy moan. He felt Jonahs hand slip onto his strong neck, pulling him forward. His thickness slipped deeper again, as Joe swallowed.

"I swear you the best damn fuckin' cocksucker I ever felt. Take me down, bitch..."

Joe rubbed his hand upwards, feeling smooth, dense muscle under hot fleece. How many girls had dreamed of this? How many of the cheerleaders? Joe was beyond wondering, the strange reality of being slave to the Bradford Razorbacks star halfback beyond its initial appeal. A tower of solid teenage muscle, developed years beyond his age. A future NFL star, a halfback built like a linebacker, with the unbelievable speed of a reciever.

The big samoan felt Jonahs shaft sink again, slipping his big head off and past his tongue. He tasted the sharp saltiness of his precum smeared over his big lips, trailing back again along his tongue. Joe sucked harder, pushing his head forth to meet that big member as his nose drunk in the depths of Jonahs thick pubic bush. He felt the mounting changes, gradual, yet there. He felt Jonahs huge muscles tighten again under his hands, hearing his breath come quicker.

"Ooooh yeah, boyee! Swallow me, bitch! Thats right!" Jonah groaned again, both hands tight around Joes thick neck. "Get ready to taste yo daddies nutt!!"

Joe heard the quick pants, tightening, his big shaft throb. The muscled islander found himself almost welcoming the torrential flood of thick semen. Hot, streaming, thick seed, filling his mouth, easing slower than water down his throat. Assualting his taste as Jonahs heady stink filled his nose. He drunk the halfback, taking his cock and semen without protest. The ultimate insult and act of submission the teenager could think of.

Joe pulled back, hearing Jonahs slight sigh as his big cock slipped out of his mouth. He felt that heavy weight leave his mouth, slip off his lips. Lowering his head slightly, Joe caught his breath, heavy with the smell of semen, his senses still swimming with Jonahs maleness. He saw the massive halfback slip his cock back in his pants, working the zip. A big hand grabbed his shoulderpad, dragging him upward to his feet.

"Hey. Yo know the deal. Right?"

Joe glanced downward a little, avoiding Jonahs dark eyes. They stared out from under that deep, black hood. Jonahs big hand came up, pulled his head up slightly. Their gaze locked momentarily. Joe stared back, a dull, deep look. Jonah blinked, Joe nodding slightly, letting out one slight word.

"Yeah."

"Good. Just remember."

Jonah stepped towards the door, adjusting the heavy satchel over his shoulder. The broad strap cut tightly over his big back and chest, pulling his baggy sweatshirt askew slightly. Joe saw him listen closely at the door a moment before pulling the bolt back, stepping out. The big islander heard loud voices approaching, just before two of his team mates came into the bathroom. Joe grabbed his helmet off the top of the toilet, his spiked boots clicking against the floor as he made his way out.

"Hey, Joe."

Joe nodded with a dopey grin to Trajan, the big player patting his shoulderpad slightly as he passed towards the toilet stalls. The islander caught Jonah at one of the urinals, handling himself, letting out a loud groan as he drenched the metal with a thick stream of his piss. He glanced back, grinning slyly at Joe as he passed by Miles, one of the quarterbacks.

"Yo, dont forget to clean yo hands, Joe! Bet they all nasty and shit."

Miles unintentionally saved Joe, shooting back quickly. "Shit, the piss you dropping there, nigga, you best be washing your hands too." He shoved the big halfback slightly, Jonah swinging back slightly in retaliation, but missing, still urinating. Joe headed back to the showers, keen not to say anything, least one of his friends caught his still thick breath.

The lockers were pretty much thinning out by the time Joe got back. He had come in late as it was. Then being grabbed by Jonah in the toilets. Made to go into the stalls with him, and go down on the huge halfback. Joe put his helmet down, dropping down onto the bench, running his hands through his thick, almost shaggy hair.

A deal was a deal. But then, maybe it werent even that.

Joe stood up again, dragging his red jersey off, tossing it into his open locker. His strong body hurt. He was eager to get into the showers, clean off the stress of the practice. Wash out his mouth while he was at it. He tasted Jonahs thickness still on his big lips, wiping his mouth again. That taste seemed to fill him as completely as Jonahs big cock had minutes before. The big samoan swallowed, started unstrapping his pads. All he was thinking about was getting back home.

Joe put his pads down, pulling off his black singlet. His big body was still a little sweaty. A heat born of Jonahs closeness, and the act of giving the huge black oral sex. He moped his underarms with the singlet, tossing it too. Joes dark chest and shoulders were big with smooth, stocky muscle. He was maybe a little on the big side for a receiver, but his coach had said speed was something they could work on. Joe was all for it. Football was his life. He wanted to make it big, and he would do anything to improve his fitness to the level he needed to.

The big islander quickly peeled off his tights and remaining pads, stripping his jock. He was still a little wet there, his heavy organ hanging free, still partly sticky. He rubbed himself with his damp jock, tossing it into the locker with the rest of his stuff. Naked, he headed to the showers. The big islander was all smooth, dark power. At six foot, his stocky strength showed well in the smooth, almost soft curves of his body.

Everything freed from his mind and body as the hot water washed over him. Joe let out a long, heavy breath, closing his eyes, putting his face into the full force of the water. Its warm embrace caressed his muscles, easing away ache, tight pains. The warmth eased his mind, soothing his soul like the gentle caress of an intimate lover. Joe opened his mouth, taking in some of the hot water to swill around, spit. He leaned both palms against the tiled wall, letting the water catch his thick black hair.

The warmth seemed to drive more in the big islanders mind. It reminded him of what he wanted. He wished it was the warmth of another. He felt the water run down over his weighty penis and balls, his hand lingering low for a brief moment. He closed his fingers around his big size, his big flesh hardening slightly, barely lengthening with his touch. Joe stroked slightly, hefting his nuts, rubbing.

He couldnt help think again of Jonah. The big samoan though of him in a slightly different frame of mind. What if it wasnt like that? What if it didnt have to be the way it was. The brief fantasy passed through his mind. What if it was something more than the one sided deal that it was?

Joe felt the thrill of victory. A scholarship. His dreams coming to reality with word that he would be able to attend Bradford College, and play for the Razorbacks. Joe frowned as he remembered, letting his heavy cock free, putting his hands back against the wall. The water stroked gently at his strong back, Joe hanging his head somewhat.

Then working it out. Meeting with the one guy he had heard legends about. Jonah Malone. Sophomore football player. Finding out how he had pulled strings to get him into the Bradford football program. He couldnt believe it. Joe had refused to believe it. No college football player could do shit like that. His disbelief changed to something else when Jonah had put a big arm around his shoulder, talked to him in that low, dark voice he sometimes did.

"Straight up, it can be good for you here, nigga. I can make it good for you," the huge halfback paused slightly. "But you gotta work, nahmean? You gotta bring the good out of your situation too."

Joe cocked his eyebrow slightly. Jonah seemed to press closer. His presence was intimidating, all encompasing of even the big islander, not to mention the sense of overbaring power. Jonahs voice was quiet.

"So how 'bout you start off by going down on a nigga?"

Joe was caught off guard, his dark face showing the confusion. Jonahs big arm around him, his huge body pressing against him felt more dangerous then. He felt the heat of the huge halfbacks body, the sudden sweat that had broken out on his own.

"Suck my dick." Jonah repeated. He explained, Joe silent, barely comprehending.

"Its simple. I got you up in here. You wanna stay up in the Razorbacks? You go down on me."

Joes head swum with the questions. The confusion. The disbelief. All passed in time. The big reciever ran a hand over his face, wiping at his wet features. Strong island features, big lips, a broad, flat nose. His dark eyes glanced forward at the whiteness of the tiles before him, his hand passing back through his hair.

How long had he been here? Joe couldnt remember exactly. How many times had he gone down? That was about as hard to guess. Joe found his mind wandering back to his thoughts, his wistful fantasies about Jonah. What it would be like to make love to a guy like him. Have him do he same back. His hand was again stroking a now hard, thick cock.

The big islander lost himself to the warmth, the gentle embrace of his hand. His big shoulders rose and fell against the striking rain of water. The water fell down over his back, his strong chest. Eventually streaming down over his moving fist, and thighs. With one hand steadied against the wall, Joe ran his hand upward, down though his thick mass of hair, cupping his heavy balls. He closed his eyes on his fantasies, feeling the warm pleasure of the water and his erotic masturbation showering over him.

"Hey, Joe!"

The islander froze, torn from his pleasures with a sharp jolt. He recognised Trajans voice, not turning around, but doing his best to move his hand slowly from his throbbing groin. Joe managed to glance back over his shoulder, giving his teammate a brief wave, running his hands through his thick hair.

"You going to that party tomorrow night?" Trajan sounded like he was going through his locker, Joe doing his best not to think about his heavy erection.

"Uh, where is it?"

"Over at Shawns place."

Joe nodded a little, turning the hot tap down. Trajan called out again. "Hey, you know most the teams gonna be there."

Joe let the cold water run a little longer before shutting it off, and turning to get his towel with still a sizable half hardon. He looked nonchalant, moping himself down, seeing Trajan still at his locker, just up from his own. The linebacker was dumping some clothes into a bag. He saw the big guys eyes drop slightly, flitter away from Joes naked form. Joe noticed Trajan was barely out of his Razorback jersey, and he was already in his Emmitt Smith one, like always.

"Yeah, I'll probably make it."

"I'll pass by your place around eight if you want," Trajan glanced back at the islander, keeping his eyes on Joes. "Pick you up."

"Yeah. That'd be cool."

Joe wrapped his towel around his waist, ignoring the lump in front. He knew Trajan was used to seeing naked guys around the showers. He prefered the linebacker didnt see him was a raging erection, after having caught him jacking off in the showers. Joe knew Trajan well enough anyway. He was a good guy, friendly and sensitive. Joe had always wondered why he hadnt hooked up with some cheerleader already. He definately wasnt lacking in looks or size. Soft features, maybe a little on the rounded side, with them smooth cornrows, ending in a crop of hair around his big shoulders.

"Cool then," Trajan patted his hand on Joes strong shoulder. "Ill catch you then, aiight?"

Joe nodded back, opening up his locker. He didnt need the towel, or to wait for Trajan to leave anymore. His heavy size had long since dropped. Trajan was already heading out as he tugged his towel back off his hips, began to mop himself down. Man, he couldnt wait to get home.

The party was already well pumping by the time Joe and Trajan got to there. It was one of those Saturday night parties that ment well, but inevitably got left for other parties as the night went on. Or, as the liquor flowed, more impromptu gatherings elsewhere. It had been after one of the same sort of parties that a few of the football team, Jonah included, had taken it apon themselves to seek out and steal every roll of toilet paper of one of the dorms. Then toss them all over the road outside.

Joe made out the huge halfback easily, slouched easily against the far wall, center of attention to the more exclusive group of jocks on the team. The big islander lost his attention to the big guy, his fellow teammates Corey James, and Miles greeting them loudly. Joe cracked a grin as Corey playfully rammed Trajan, joking with him about maybe getting the big hit THIS time. Trajan pushed back, brushing it off almost as easily as he brushed off the shorter, muscled footballer.

"Hey mah man, maybe you can send one of them girls mah way then, huh?" Corey playfully swatted Trajans big arm again, talking over the pounding music. "Huh? HUH?" The big guy was smiling that same warm smile.

"Quit it, Dawg."

"Hey, how else Ima score if I dont get you to hook me up, huh?"

"Maybe he just needs one of these." Miles tossed a cool Bud Trajans direction. The big linebacker caught it, passing it onto Corey, getting himself another.

"Yeah, maybe if mah mans looking to get himself drunk an' laid," Corey twisted the cap off. "But then, maybe you wont be able to brush em off so well when yo had a few of them, huh?"

Joe watched Corey quietly. He'd known him as long as he had known Trajan. They were close, there never seemed a time when Trajan wasnt far from Corey. He admired that close way they joked, the way the short, muscular football tugged on Trajans clothes. Pushed him playfully. There was something special in that friendship Joe envied.

"Hey. Mah man," Coreys tone was a little more serious, but suddenly his face split into a wide grin. "Maybe I can hook you up with Tanya then?"

Joe saw the big linebacker, lower his head slightly, something of a grin tugging at his lips. He saw a sudden shyness in those big eyes as Trajan shrugged the comment off. He couldnt help grinning himself, Miles letting out a cry as he came back from the drinks table.

"Oh yeah! You got him there!" Miles gave the big linebacker a playful push. Joe could see the bruddah was blushing big time.

"I'm serious, mah man. You know I can try hook you up if thats what you want, man." Corey got close, wrapping an arm around his friends big body. They looked like a strange David and Goliath.

Joe smiled quietly, taking the glass of OJ Miles handed his way. He gave him a slight glance over. Lanky, but smooth as hell, and a smart dresser like you have never seen. The bruddah hair was as short as ever, a perpectual sharp, razored cut. His smooth features and slight goatee done further justice by his light complexion. The big islander dropped his eyes away, putting aside his fantasies. He could see Trajan squirming quietly, drinking quickly, nerviously.

"I dunno...uhh...nah Dawg, I dunno." Trajan put on that dopey grin.

Joe tapped Miles on the shoulder, downing a little of his OJ, motioning across the already crowded room. It was a sizable apartment, perfect for parties with its large lounge. The furniture had already been set aside, but Joe knew as the evening went on, most of the party would be taken outside. The big islander started his way around the shifting groups of dancers, as the first drifting tones of Nuttin' Nyces "Down4whateva" took the lounge. A whoop went up from the crowd. Hands went to the air.

Joe made his greetings with the people he passed. Most knew him only as the football player he was. He knocked fists with one guy he recognised as a player from a rival college team. He managed to get himself across the room to greet with the DJ, a guy he had known for a long time, his hood deep over his head as he sorted through his cds. "Down4whateva" still pumped through the party.

"THATS some nasty shit."

Joe hung around a little, by then still trying to find a place to put his empty glass. His trek around the outsides of the main dance area had taken him around to where Jonah and the rest of the jocks were hanging out. He lowered his head a little, his eyes flittering away as the huge halfback glanced his way. The weedy black was still describing, moving his hands before him.

"You can get you some ASS like dat, man, that shit aint nuthin' to fuck wit', nahmean?"

"Word."

A few of the other jocks grinned a little, chuckled. Joe saw the mixed reactions, the subject of sex amoung teens. He felt Jonahs eyes on him again slightly, the big black still propped against the wall, drinking slow, taking everything in from under his skully and hood.

"Shit, you aint gonna get no sista to get down like dat."

The weedy black kid shook his head, glancing over at the jock. "Nah, well, if you get you some freaky bitch, then yo aiight. Best be gettin' yo some fruity nigga if you wanna really get you some of them feelin's. No doubt."

Joe saw the idea pass through the jocks, a slight moan going up from his teammates. The big islander felt something inside, baring what he could of the obvious revulsion. He could see the expressions, knew what they ment. He'd seen them before.

"Aint no way IM getting with no fruity mah-fucka," one jock commented. He pointed his finger at the weedy black kid, bottle in hand. "And I dont care how good dat shit feels."

"Fuck that shit," Jonah added.

Joe stayed quiet, nodding slightly in agreement. The action came almost like clockwork, without thought. A deeper part of him wanted to leave, right then and there. A deeper part of him hated what he was hearing, hated the feelings he felt projecting from his teammates. Hating the ignorance and slurs. His eyes rose, seeing Jonahs dark gaze locked on his. The big islander lowered his eyes, turned away, indicating to his glass again as an excuse to leave.

Joe downed the second glass, taking his time to chill by himself. It wasnt much longer when he saw Jonah walk up beside him at the drinks table. The huge halfback grabbed some crisps, putting his empty bottle back down on the table. Joe stayed quiet, turning away to look back over the crowds, hoping to catch some sign of Trajan or Corey.

"Hey, homeboy. You gonna be home tonight after this."

Joe stayed quiet, nodding a little at Jonahs dark tones. The huge halfback upcapped a new bottle, putting a big arm around the islander, pulling him a little closer. Joe felt his closeness. His size and strength. He knew how their rival teams must have felt, the massive halfback pressed so closely against them in the games.

"My girl aint going to be around tonight, Joe. You know I aint about to sleep around on her."

"Yeah."

"Cept a brothers horny. You know how it goes, right?"

Joe felt his mixed emotions again. Something inside him rose slightly. He felt his groin stirring hot inside his black sports pants, fought as best he could to stop its action. He felt Jonahs big arm around his strong shoulders, the heat radiating onto his own body. He felt the warmth through his light tshirt.

"So, you'll be home after this."

He knew Jonah was looking him in the face, but Joe didnt bother looking back. "Sure. Yeah. Ill be there."

Joe felt a little of that towering strength squeeze around his shoulders as Jonah nodded, shook him a little. The huge black downed a little of his drink, telling Joe that it was all good then. The big islander took his chance to shift his sports pants a little as the halfback made his way back into the crowds. Joe felt his eyes drop slightly, taking in those sagging jeans. He felt his emotions ride slightly.

Joe had left the party at some early hour of the morning. He'd lost where Trajan and Corey had ended up. By the time the big islander decided to leave, the party was already starting to thin out. He'd lost track of where Jonah had ended up too. He'd last seen him and a number of the jocks dogging some girls. He'd seen two of them back in the bathroom when he'd tried to go back there to piss. Forgetting the whole idea, the big islander decided back home.

The urgent tapping started again. Joe woke slowly, groaning, irritated by the noise. Moaning, he rolled in his bed, seeing the big shape outside the window. The samoan footballer drew a deep breath, knewing who it could only be. A brief look at his bedside clock told him the time, sometime after 8am. The big islander rubbed his eyes, seeing the shape move on. He swung his legs out of the bed, pulled on his baggy black tshirt, scooped up his sports pants.

Half walking across the room, half stepping into his pants, Joe headed towards the door. He felt his morning heaviness weighting down between his legs, asking insistantly for relief. He put the thoughts aside, feeling them joined by other thoughts. Thoughts that he was about to let Jonah into his place. Alone with the big halfback.

"What took you so long, homeboy? Bout time you got up, anyhow." Jonah was already making his way through the door as he opened it, rubbing his big hand on Joes shaggy hair.

The huge halfback was still dressed in the same clothes he had been at the party. Baggy jeans, equally baggy black sweatshirt. The hood was still pulled over his head, covered by his thick skully. Joe figured he hadnt even gone back home. He had probably come straight from where ever the party had taken him earlier that morning. The huge black was standing just up the passageway, glancing back, waiting.

"So what? We gonna do this?"

Joe nodded. Still waking up, if he wasnt in the next few minutes, he sure was going to be soon. He closed the door, watching the huge halfback slow walking after him as he headed towards his bedroom. Jonah followed, almost as if he was pushing him onward, almost urgently.

Joe quietly closed the door of his bedroom. Even though the two other guys he stayed with wherent home, and werent likely to come home anytime soon, he felt better. Safer. The reality of the situation hit him again as he turned back. He was alone in his bedroom with Jonah. The Razorbacks huge star halfback.

Jonah was already starting to open up his jeans. Working his zipper down, manuevouring his big hand inside. Joe could see his hand moving slowly, rythmically inside, shifting the baggy black denim. Jonah nodded him over silently, his mouth opened slightly in a pleasurous, yet unhead moan. The big samoan walked forward dutifully, slowly dropping to his knees as Jonah pulled himself free.

"Take it slow, homeboy," Jonah said quietly. "We got all the time in the world, and I want dis shit to last aiight?"

Joe glanced back down again, nodding. Jonahs hand was already on his strong shoulder, slipping easily to his neck. He felt those fingers close around his strong muscle there, dominant, controlling. His other hand angled his big cock forward, teasing it gently against Joes broad lips. The tip of his big head played softly across the islanders mouth, leaving a glistening trail. Joe felt that familiar taste hint at his tastebuds as he licked his dry lips slightly.

Jonahs hand tightened on Joes muscled neck, easing him forward, coaxing him into the task at hand. Joe did as the huge halfback wanted, running his lips forward along his big, sweaty shaft. Jonahs musky maleness assualted his senses, making his head swim, as his broad nose pressed against his baggy jeans. He felt Jonahs big hand shift, daring not to stop his slow passage back to Jonahs blunt, mushrooming head as he undid his jeans.

"Yeah....keep it up, boyee..." Jonahs voice was already low, husky. His big hand clamped on Joes neck again, his other brushing his wet head against his lips, painting light strokes of precum to his taste.

Joe felt the baggy jeans give, slipping. He found his hands moving onto huge, trunklike thighs as they slipped into nakedness. Jonahs jeans puddled at his feet, slipping like curtains on the beathtaking show Joe was about to partake in. Joe felt those hard, unforgiving muscles, tensed under dark skin. He glanced down from his task, seeing Jonahs hard strength, imagining them pumping as he ran the length of the field in his uniform. Pulsing with equal, unrelenting power as he fucked his ass, deep in the throes of lovemaking.

Joe snapped from his fantasies as Jonahs hand slipped onto his head, moved his lips back up. Joe lost slight of his own stiffness, bulging in his black snap pants. His senses were drowned in Jonahs male scents, the taste and feel of his big member as it slipped against his cheek. He felt the heat, the wet trail it left on the move back to his mouth. Its blunt, undenigible entrance as it pressed at his thick lips.

"Take it in, homeboy...suck in yo daddys cock...aahh yeaaah..." Jonah slipped both hands through Joes thick, messed hair, big fingers locking onto his head, hips moving.

Joe felt the size and heat ease forth. A slow, easy push sunk Jonah deep in his hot wetness. Sinking his size deep into the warm pleasures of Joes mouth. The big samoan felt the unyeilding strength under his hands as he moved up to those driving hips. The smooth heat, matched only by the heat of Jonahs piece. Then, his cock sinking to his final depths in Joe, his big hips under his hands, Joe felt the size and dominance of Jonahs true power.

"Easy Joe....yeah....yo doing your daddy good. Thats right, suck me nice, homeboy..."

Joe felt those twin towers of strength shift as Jonah spread his legs. Whether the massive halfback didnt notice, lost in his pleasures, or he just didnt care, Joe let his hands continue. He felt the strength and hardness of Jonahs ass, venturing bit by bit until his palm rested over one of those hard orbs. Joe eased his other hand gently upwards, under hot fleace, feeling the strength of Jonahs hidden muscle deep under his sweatshirt.

Jonah had begun gently moving again. Very slow, very easy strokes against Joes sucking mouth. Joe felt his nose brush deep into Jonahs bush, only to ease back again, shifting his steel hard velvet through his lips. Joe tasted the huge halfback again, a fresh wave of juice, and wetness, as the musky aroma lessened. Only to be reversed again as Jonah pushed him again on his maleness, gently fucking.

Joe eased his hands up, lost in his own pleasure, his own deep fantasies beyond a horny need for sexual release. Gentle, yet huge curves filled his hands, warmth beyond reason. Strength beyond years and comprehending. Jonah lost in his slow, lustful pleasure of face fucking gave Joe fuel, words to his drifting fantasy of song. The gentle, loving strokes of an intimate partner. The warm, somehow soft form, beyond his mountains of tensed muscle.

"Ima nutt good for you, Joe...Ill do it good by yo...like yo doin' by me, nigga. Like we agreed....yo always be my only cocksucker....yo my bitch nigga like that boyee...."

Joe barely heard the macho words, only registering the needful levels rising in Jonahs body. The rasp of his breath. The painfully slowed strokes, begging to fuck harder, to satisfy deep, burning lusts. The wants to prolong the pleasure fighting a losing war against the tide of his orgasm. Joe felt his own arrousal, lost, yet suddenly very aware of the uncomfortable wetness on his boxers.

"Ima nutt so fuckin' heavy in you, Joe! Oh GAWD FUCK!" Jonahs voice twisted, his tone lost in the painful slowness of his coming climax. Joe sucked deeper, loving his team mates penis, taking every humiliating inch. Taking all Jonah had.

Jonahs breath came harder, shallower in his brief gasps of air. Joe felt the pace rise, Jonah sprinting the last lengths now where before he had barely crawled. The big islander felt the power rise, the huge halfbacks strength. The tenseness of his big muscles. His cock became a thrusting piston, shifting rhythmically, faster, in a crazed blindness to satisfy starved hungers. Joe tasted the thickness as Jonahs huge cock fucked against his mouth, the big halfback moaning, bolting over the finish line, drenching the big islander with his seed.

Breath still rasping, Jonah pulled his thick cock slowly from Joes mouth. The big islander lowered his head a little, still recovering from having swallowed the big halfbacks semen. His mouth carried that same familiar sensation. Heavy, sticky. Something he couldnt seem to wash back or swallow away fully, hanging on his breath.

"I gotta take a piss."

Joe climbed to his feet, Jonah putting out a hand to steady his team mate. He was holding his sagging black jeans up with one big hand. Their gaze met for a short second, Jonah patting him slightly on the shoulder, making his way to the door.

Joe took a deep breath. Oh yeah, he was awake now. Fully aware of what he had just done again. Whatever that had been. Sucked off his team mate? Kept his career in college football safe? Gave soft and drifting pleasure to one of his fantasies? The big islander rubbed his eye again, trying to keep his mind from traveling down that path. There was only one thing this whole mess was. He glanced briefly over to his bookcase again.

Blackmail.

Thats all it was. It wasnt even oral sex any more. It was him going down on the Razorbacks star halfback to keep himself in the game. Joe swallowed again, feeling that slightly thick, salty taste again, lingering like some bad taste after waking from a heavy nights sleep. He paused. Thought again. He glanced back to his bookcase.

A few minutes later Jonah slow walked back into the bedroom, pulling his zipper back up, shifting his baggy jeans. Joe glanced up at the halfback, taking him in, practically for the first time since he had seen him last night. The black had come into his room and he had gone down on him so quickly, there had barely been time for much words or pause. Jonah looked a little weary, a strength and waking born of food and alcohol, and having stayed up so late already.

"Hey, thanks homeboy. Yo know yo helping me out here as much as Im helping yo."

Joe nodded. He paused a second, knowing Jonah was probably about to leave. He hestitated again, but he knew it was either now or never. He had to ask him now. Before he left.

"Ah, Jonah...." Joe paused, licking his big lips, picking his words carefully. "You know the team got that exibition game coming up...."

The huge halfback nodded slowly. Jonah paused, leaning back against the wall of the small room. He rubbed slightly at his nose, speaking.

"Yeah."

Joe shrugged a little. "Well, you know that games important and all, right? Guys who play in it usually get noticed."

"Yeah, NFL scouts and shit. I think Im getting your point, boyee."

The big islander flushed a little, feeling the heat as he swallowed, prepared to speak again. "Its just I gotta make it to that squad, Jonah. I gotta make sure Im on it for sure, you know?"

"Yeah. I know."

"So I was wondering if you could pull that stuff for me..." Joe said quietly. He couldnt believe he was spelling it all out like this for the huge halfback. But then again, maybe that was it. Maybe Jonah wanted to hear him say it.

"You want me to get yo on the squad?"

"Can you do that?"

"Fuck yeah. I got yo on the TEAM didnt I?"

Joe nodded a little, diverting his eyes down again. He leaned forward onto his knees, glancing back up at the towering halfback again.

"Can you get me on the squad?"

Jonah made a noise that sounded almost like a chuckle. He rubbed at his nose again slightly, shrugging those huge shoulders. "Well, homes. I dunno...I mean its all about what you gonna do for me, aint it?"

"I already sucking you dick, bro." Joe glanced up at Jonah, seeing the confidence. He could see Jonah was enjoying stringing him along like this. He had the power. The big halfback was in control. Joe spoke in an almost small voice. "I cant do much more."

"Nah, maybe yo can, homeboy." the big islander caught Jonah grabbing slightly at his loose groin. "Maybe you can."

Joe swallowed, giving Jonah a questioning glance. Jonah answered his questions all to quickly. "You can give a nigga yo ass...."

"Ah, man..."

"Yo wanna be on that squad right?" Jonah was already up off the wall, his big hand squeezing at his heavy groin. "Maybe get yo'self noticed by some NFL scouts, homeboy. Never know."

Joe glanced up at Jonah. The huge halfback was already standing in front of him. The islander watched that big, strong hand working at those baggy jeans, squeezing, rubbing. Stimulating that flesh he knew so well. Joe ran his hand through his thick black hair, thinking quickly.

"I can get yo on the squad, homes. Just let a nigga fuck yo ass."

Joes cock thumped. There was no way the huge halfback wouldnt have noticed his sudden, raging arrosal. Even with his baggy black tshirt hanging well down over his groin. A few hard, throbbing heartbeats bought his heavy penis up, creating a powerful, unavoidable bulge in his front. Joe felt his urge, begging for release, begging for what Jonah was asking.

"I cant hear you homeboy."

"Yeah. Ok."

"Nah, I want to hear yo axe for it. Cmon. Ill get yo on the squad."

Joe glanced up again, then lowered his head, letting out a brief sigh. He gave in. To his urges. To the fact there was no other way to get himself on that squad for sure.

"I want you to fuck my ass, Jonah."

That heavy hand was pulling him up off the bed, Joe hearing the huge halfback muttering quietly. He saw the smile in the youths dark face. Saw something else in those dark, deep eyes, still well under his hood. There was something of a hunger. Something that needed to be satisfied. Maybe this was what Jonah had wanted all along. Maybe this is why he had come to his place so early on a Sunday morning.

"Turn around. Drop your pants."

Joe did as he was told, pulling at the snaps on the waistband of his sports pants. They came away easily, the big samoan feeling Jonahs massive presence behind him, close. He tugged at his pants, getting them open more, feeling a hot flush travel through his muscular body. He was gonna get screwed by the Razorbacks star halfback! He was being blackmailed even worse than he first was and was about to get fucked in the ass by the same guy who made him go down on him so often.

"I dunno bout this, Jonah." Joe felt the halfbacks strong, big hands on his body, flinching slightly.

"Fuck, well I am, homeboy. Im sure. Yo on that squad. Just relax."

Joe felt his pants come away, Jonahs heavy hand pulling them off. They puddled on the floor further up from his bed, tossed easily aside. It reminded Joe of Jonahs awesome power. His strength and speed. He remembered the huge blacks onfield prowess. Suddenly bluntly reminded of his sexual prowess. His cloudy mind tried to reason with him, remind him of dimensions, impossibilities.

"Get on yo bed."

Joe climbed forward onto his bed, still unmade. He felt Jonah follow after him, feeling his weight, his unmistakable presence. Joe found himself panting, his muscular shoulders heaving a little as he leaned forward onto his forearms. He felt Jonah losing his pants again for the second time that morning, shifting up behind him. Putting his huge hand on his exposed ass. He felt the mix of emotions. Fear. Want. Lust. The confusion. Jonahs hands spread his cheeks, snapping him back to reality.

"Oh yeah, this is gonna be da shit...you just let your big daddy fuck, ok?"

Joe let out a tight gasp as he felt Jonahs hand press against his ass. It felt wet, a strange, burning presence. His mind fought to work out what was going on as he felt that presence slip slightly against his puckering asshole. He cussed silently, panicking slightly as he realised it was Jonahs huge, uncut head, wetting his tender flesh there with the clear beads of his manjuice.

"Fuck, bro....fuck, put something on it to make it wet," Joe said urgently, inadvertantly shifting forward a little, away from that huge, threatening member. "It aint gonna go in dry."

The big islander felt Jonah take a fistful of his baggy tshirt, hearing him spit hard a few times. The hand slipped off his shirt, a wet, rhythmic slurping filling the air. Joe felt strange. There was a certain amount of nerves pounding through his body. Under him, his heavy, clublike erection huge free, his balls hot and heavy. There was the strange sensations of being so close with a guy, in the initial stages of having deep, close sexual intercourse with him.

Something else burning through him as he half knelt, half lay on his bed, his ass bared and skyward. Images flouded his mind suddenly of some slutty cheerleader, bared and offered to this huge football star. Jonahs big hands on him rose in his stocky muscles a strange, erotic pleasure. A feel of total giving. Of surrender to the halfbacks demands. To his blackmail.

That presence slipped against his tight ass again. It was huge, impossibly bigger than it had ever seemed. Not seeing, and only feeling it there made it feel like a huge baseball bat. A massive, fleshy weapon. Hot, wet, dripping with whatever strange arrosal Jonah was drawing with the thoughts and realities of fucking his team mate. Joe felt that big hand again, rubbing up his back, drawing chills.

"Fuck, you got one fine ass, boyee.....your daddy likes them asses big and round."

Joe tried to say something, feeling as if he had to. Maybe to stop Jonah doing it. Maybe to pull back on his deal. Maybe his possible NFL career wasnt worth this. Maybe it wasnt worth the huge presence he felt burning against his sensitive, pulsing assflesh. Joe sucked in tight, short breaths, grunting as he felt a sudden pressure. His eyes widened.

Something opened within him. Joe let out a gasp of surprise. Of pleasure. Of something deeper. He felt sensations unfelt, strangely painful, unrelenting, yet promising seductive pleasures. Slick, burning flesh pushed at his, demanding entrance, commanding flesh open and admit. Like the huge halfback running through the tight ranks of defenders, Joe felt that stab, that drive, that huge, powerful halfback moving against mere mortal flesh.

"Oh shit..."

Joe realised the words werent his own, feeling his tight ass slowly giving inward, taking as the huge halfback gave. Almost a natural reaction, Joe pushed, whether trying to work with or against that huge head he didnt know. Could barely comprehend. That slick, weeping head slipped suddenly, as his body took ironlike, male flesh. Swallowing within his tight ring of muscle.

"Gawd..."

"Please, bro..."

Joe felt a small, persistant push. A short, venturing drive, like a shy animal venturing into unknown lands. Huge hands held his strong hips, holding his whole body right for the invasion to come. Jonah shoved a little more daringly, a little more urgently, seduced by the warmth, and consuming pleasure of Joes ass. The big islander gasped, begging, taking, opening as satisfaction to his burning hungers ran unbarable pleasures through his tightest, most sensitive muscles.

Both big males worked, heaving, muscular bodies shifting, panting. Working to the conclusion both craved in their arrosed, euthoric state. Joe begged, pushing as urgently as Jonah pushed, like metal to magnet, in inevitable attraction. The big islander grunted, shoving back against the burning, all fulling mass that shifted deeply into him. His hungers both satisfied and begging for more.

"Please....fuck me deep...."

Joe heard Jonahs long, final gasp of pleasure, a sound matched only by the gasp of climax. His cock sunk to his big nuts, hips against his samoan team mates cheeks where he made Joe his. The hot, burning shaft consuming, throbbing, aching flesh within and around flesh were they joined. The wetness, and sweaty mating, Jonahs thick crop of pubic hair pressed tight against Joes asscheeks.

Joe stayed there, silent, yet panting heavily. His body felt strange, another beat beyond his heart throbbing deep inside him. His tight ass clenched, drawing a sucked gasp from the huge halfback behind him, and inside him. The two footballers paused, catching breath, comprehending sensation and pleasure. Basking in the warmth like they were on an island beach. Joe felt his own heavy penis, stiff, throbbing, strangely parralelled by the huge organ pressed through his ring.

After what felt like hours of slow time, the big samoan felt Jonah shift. His body moved, the warm material of the halfbacks sweatshirt pressing against his ass and back. Jonahs huge arm came under him, circling him in that same fleacy warmth of the footballers clothing. The arm felt huge, powerful, encompasing. Sunk deep inside him, Jonahs tight arm up around his stomach, under him, only served further to hold him in place.

Joe let out a breathless moan as that massive presence shifted back. Jonah surrounded his strong body, consuming him in a smooth warmth. The power and muscular bulk of his body remained somewhere behind the warmth, ever reminding of his strength beyond pleasure. Tight around Joe, Jonah had him, slowly easing his thick member out of his ass.

"Oh gawd daaaaaam.....you burning me babee..."

Joe managed to whimper something quietly, feeling Jonahs huge arm shift, rubbing erotically against his heavy cock. Big hands touched and seemed to stroke at his stocky muscles. Joe pulled at his shirt, getting it over his head, feeling Jonahs maleness sink deep back inside him. He moaned powerfully, surrendering to the massive blacks sex. He lay naked below his team mate, wanting, lusting, praying.

"Shit, bro...dont stop..."

Joe felt that dull pain subside to something greater as Jonah pressed himself tight around him. He felt the massive halfback tighten his arm around his middle, grind his big hips against him in a building rhythm. The big islander felt almost weak, drained as his strength left his body, replaced completely by a warm, swelling pleasure. He began to loose his mind to the quickening motions of in and out, feeling Jonahs intensely hard sex shifting through his sensitive flesh, inspiring pleasures unfelt.

Joe let himself go under his huge team mate. Let him control the pace and strength of the sexual act, that was so quickly crippling his senses with pleasure. He felt Jonah shifting in him with a burning need, felt the same feelings in his big muscles that he felt in his own. He heard the big halfbacks powerful groans of satisfaction, burning lust satified in the warmth of his team mates ass. Jonahs breath rasped in pants as heavy as his own.

The two remained unspeaking as Jonah began quickening his strokes. Joes eyes widened, his mouth opening in a silent, unending moan of climatic bliss. Lost to everything but the reality of the heat flowing through him, and the huge presence causing it, the big samoan lay still under Jonah. He heard the quickening slurps, matching the rhythmic movements of the huge halfbacks thrusts. He felt the sudden, all releasing surge deep in his own sexual organs, an unending, undying release that carried his big body deeper into the sensations of his erotic bliss.

Gradually, as the pace climbed, Joe felt the same familiar changes happening. Like all the times he had gone down on Jonahs huge cock, yet strangely different, amplified a hundred times within the tight, searing ring of his asshole. Somewhere in the haze of sex, Joe heard Jonah whimpering above him, crying out as his nature rose inside him, seeking final freedom. Lost like an animal in heat, the big halfback fucked, bounding towards his hot orgasm.

"Ah FUCK! DAAAAAM JOE!"

Joe heard Jonah cussing above and behind him, crying out himself as he felt his burning insides joined by a new, hot flush. He felt the big halfbacks shaft pounding within his ass, releasing ropes of semen as powerfully as he filled his mouth minutes before. He felt Jonah filling him in new ways, taking his higher than before, granting him a pleasure countless times over the oral sex he'd always given him.

Joe found himself wriggling slightly, lying fully along his sweat damp sheets, his head finding the cool comfort of his pillow. His breath came in rasps, Jonahs sudden absence like loosing part of himself. It was only a few moments before he felt the big teenagers heavy weight beside him. He heard the rasping pants, heavy after their intense climaxes.

Joe rolled himself over onto his back. Jonah was lying beside him, staring at the ceiling. The big islander wondered if he was coming to the same terms with what he had just done. What he had felt, satisfying him like he had never experienced.

Joe suddenly realised his nakedness, his dark, muscular body glistening with sweat, his heavy penis half hard, lolling to one side on his thigh. He glanced at Jonah, still in his sweatshirt, his huge chest rising and falling, naked from the waist down. His big member showed the signs of what he had just done, slicked and wet.

"Fuck me again."

"What?"

"I aint ever felt anything feel so good."

Joe saw Jonahs head turn towards him. His dark face was rolling with sweat, his skully and hood still on. He saw the questioning look of confusion pass his features.

"What?"

"I swear. I aint ever felt anything that felt so good." Joe paused, taking breath. He rolled onto his side slightly, his cock flopping over, its heavy weight rising slightly. "Didnt it feel good for you?"

Jonah almost seemed to pause, but spoke with a pant. "Fuck yeah, homeboy. Your ass was good for me."

"Fuck me again, bro. I gotta feel that shit. Please." Joe saw the thoughts cross Jonahs dark, sweaty face. "I swear. Forget the deal, bro. I didnt know it was gonna feel that good. I want you to do me again."

The big islander made his move, seeing Jonah thinking about what he was saying. He knew the huge halfbacks big penis would think for him, as he slowly put his hand on his muscled thigh. Joe began moving his mouth down on Jonah, slipping his hand upwards, pushing at his clothes. He moved like a dog in heat, desperate for sex, having tasted heaven, and hungry for more.

"Ease up!" Jonah heaved himself upwards, sitting. "Ill screw yo ass again, homeboy. Only cause yo fucking begging for it, and acting up on me like some fruity nigga."

Joe slowed himself, panting, pushed off by Jonahs big hands. His sweatshirt and tshirt underneath half off, the huge halfback slipped them both up his body, pulling them over his head. Joe felt a painful need rise through his whole body. His meaty cock thumped harder and harder with each beat, throbbing painfully to new stiffness as he saw Jonahs big, naked body.

All but mesmerised by Jonahs hulking, sweat drenched muscles, the big samoan gently moved down on him. The halfback paused, as Joe slipped his hands across the huge expanse of his now naked form. A new pleasure seduced him as Joe rubbed and explored the hardness of his muscles. Running the smooth, hot curves of solid power. Firm, strong hands caressing him, with a male power and purpose. The soft, warm pleasure let his inhibitions slip just enough for him to pause, let his team mate closer. To pause before fucking him again to sample a strange new warmth.

Joe eased his hands up Jonahs thickly muscled body. He had seen the halfback naked. Dreamed. Fantasized. Never had the teenager seemed so incredibly endowed, so improbably strong for his age. His muscles felt solid, hard, yet soft somehow, smooth like warm oil under his seeking hands. He saw Jonahs heart throbbing under his big chest as he dipped his head, pressing his thick lips against the halfbacks nipple.

The big samoan heard Jonah groan quietly, muttering as Joes hands roamed his immense power. His hand eased around that giant part that had all but shown him a new meaning of pleasure, feeling its tense power, its sweaty, velvet slickness. He felt those muscles harden under his naked form as Jonah flinched, feeling a new hardness with his team mates strokes. He kissed softly, sucking slightly.

"Ease up, homeboy." Joe felt Jonah trying to seperate him from his huge body, his hand hesitant. "I said, stop it."

Joe felt that incredible power moving him, stopping his advances, turning him on his back. Jonahs huge mass moved over him, his sexual power bowing between huge thighs as he lay him flat under him. Joe saw a new hunger, a deep, sexual hunger beyond the reality of man on man sex. The samoan stroked and explored that huge body, grunting as Jonah hefted his thick legs up, baring his ass again to his forthcoming entrance.

"Please....ah bro, Jonah, you the da bomb...."

Joe felt iron hard strength hold him in place, restricting his seeking hands. Knotting his muscles in tight bulges across his samoan body as he worked to satisfy his need to touch. He saw the confusion pass Jonahs eyes, questioning, his huge body still controlled fully by his big cock, demanding pleasure and release. Joe saw his dark eyes flit downward slightly, to where his own heavy, thick erection lay up along his strong stomach.

Jonahs eyes moved from Joe heavy, erect cock, as he shifted onto the samoan. Joe felt the ironlike grip around his ankle, holding him open, as the huge halfback took the plung deep into him for the second time. Joe felt the wildfire of pleasure burn through him again, as his ass surrendered, Jonahs huge male organ sinking into his softened asshole. Both big males let out gentle groans, basking in the intense warmth of their sex. Slowly, inevitably, his thickness drove to its fullest depths in his team mate, big balls pressed hard against him.

Panting heavily, Joe let his freed hands slip up onto Jonahs thickly muscled shoulders. Everything about him there seemed so real, so huge. This time, it felt so intensely different from when he had been taken doggystyle. This time it felt more close, more intimate. The big samoans eyes drunk in the sights of Jonahs massive, dark body, muscled heavily in his teenage youth. A huge, powerful athlete, years before his time.

Joe felt the closeness of the halfbacks breath, seeing his dark eyes connect for a slight second. Paused, sharing breath, adapting to the huge, throbbing presence and intense warmth that comsumed them both. Joe felt the warmth of Jonahs body, beyond the hard, powerful strength. There was soft, comforting heat, radiating from the huge halfbacks body. His thick patch of hair scratched slightly at his ass, the sweat there far greater than that that glistened over their muscled bodies.

Shifting with a grunt, Jonah moved, pulling both their bodies slightly as he reached a hand to grasp at the headboard behind them. Joe sighed deeply, anticipating, feeling Jonahs pent lust as heavily as the heat from his body. Using the headboard for extra leverage, one hand locked tightly around Joes ankle, the huge halfback began to thrust deeply. Both big footballs moved quickly into the rhymic motions of sex, consumed, satisfying deep needs beyond inhibitions.

Quickly loosing himself to the intense sensations of intercourse, Joe moaned deeply, holding tightly to Jonahs muscled body. He moved in deep concert with the halfbacks thrusts, feeling the subtle, yet slowly growing changes. He felt Jonahs huge body relax, like butter melting, giving into the pleasure, the wet warmth that took them both. The big islander silently coaxed his team mate on, not wanting to risk talking, yet knowing he was well gone within the pleasure he felt. Jonahs strokes became deep, smooth, unending, pumping in fluid strokes that took his whole body in erotic pleasure.

Pressing himself upwards, Joe groaned, writhing, doing everything within his physical strength to pull Jonah closer. He saw briefly the place where he and his team mate joined, bonded in deep male pleasure. Jonahs big cock a pillar of moving, driving flesh, slicked and glistening. He pulled on wet muscles, feeling Jonah give slightly, lowering. Their eyes met, deeply, the big samoan seeing Jonahs rising climax in his face. Moaning, his big lips parted, his hands slipping onto Jonahs thick neck, willing, praying.

Jonah whimpered slightly as his climax throbbed thick ropes again into his team mate. Joe gasped, taken by his release, taking his chance to pull the slight distance more. His thick lips pressed against Jonahs, tasting sweat, the moisture, a deep softness. Joe gently opened his mouth as his ass washed with the intense warmth of the halfbacks semen, pulling further. Then, truely joined with Jonah in every way, Joe took his deepest pleasure from his team mate.

The huge halfback pulled back, his hands shakey, his dark face showing every part of his confusion. His thick cock slipped wetly from Joes ass, leaving the big samoan lying panting and sweaty from their powerful interplay. Joe watched silently as the big halfback wiped his forehead, his hand coming away trembling, wet with his sweat. His thick muscles ran slowly with his perspiration.

"I know you felt good, bro."

Jonah leaned heavily on one hand, panting still. Joe watched as he gently let himself down, his big chest and shoulders heaving. The big islander hadnt remembered one time when he had seen him so totally drained, in the many games he had seen him play. Jonah lay himself down on the bed, on one side of his muscled body.

"I only wanted you to do it again, cause it felt so good."

Jonah was slow to answer. Joe couldnt tell if he was still catching his breath, or thinking about his words.

"Yeah?"

"Damn yeah." Joe lay his head back, taking a deep breath. His cock was slowly growing limp, the pleasure rubbing against his prostate long gone.

"I had sex before with a girl and all, but I didnt know it felt so fuckin' good getting fucked."

Jonah wiped his face again. This time Joe could see the thoughts. Slow, laboured like his heavy breathing, but there. Thoughts crossed his dark, youthful features. Joe ventured slightly, in a low voice, his eyes pinned on the huge halfback.

"You wanna know how it feels?"

"What? You think yo gonna fuck me, homeboy?" Jonah was quick to reply. The big islander lowered his head, propped up on one elbow, taking in Jonahs muscular body in quick glances.

"Nah....nah. I just thought....well.....I didnt think that shit would feel good."

Jonah glanced at him again, those thoughts working through his mind again. Joe could see them, as subtle as the pleasures he had taken from sucking his big team mate off all this time. Yet still so obvious.

"I wouldnt tell no one."

"Yo aint fucking my ass, homeboy."

"Im just saying it felt good." Joe retorted. "I thought you might wanna feel something better than fucking a bitch."

Joe picked up his baggy black tshirt where it had fallen on the bed. Still panting a little from the heavy sex he had had with the huge halfback. His cock felt strange. Wanting. Yet his body felt the fatigue of sex, the pleasure more than quenching. He felt the thought of showing Jonah the pleasures he had felt run though his mind, and body. His big cock was already partly thick, hanging heavily between muscular legs.

"I gotta shower...."

Joe started to stand, feeling Jonahs heavy hand almost instantly on his strong shoulder. He looked over at the huge halfback. There was something unspoken in those dark eyes. Something wanting, yet silent.

"No one finds out."

"Nah, I mean it bro." Joe felt a new surge hit his big cock. He licked his thick lips, feeling his cock begin to rise with each throbbing heartbeat. He lowered his voice. "I just wanna show you how it felt."

Jonah moved to where Joe had layed but moments before. Just lying there, the huge halfback looked almost submissive, as bared and open as he had been. Joe moved back onto the bed, dropping aside his baggy tshirt. He didnt bother to hide his soon rock hard erection, throbbing heavily between his dark thighs. His heavy nuts hung loose, swaying slightly where his huge shaft barely shifted.

"Anyone finds out, yo off the team."

"Aint no one gonna know, bro." Joe moved gently between those massive thighs, eying Jonahs limp member. It made his ass pulse, just seeing it there, knowing how he had felt it driving inside him.

Joe licked his thick lips, feeling Jonahs almost overbaring heat as he slipped against his body. His thick organ was already drooling precum, his breath coming quicker as it hit home what he was about to do. Fuck the Razorbacks star halfback. Something he had never even fantasized about, thought was even possible. He glanced downward, nervious, shakey, his hormones carrying him like they had carried Jonah through his second round of anal intercourse.

Joe spat and began working his penis. He had never felt so erect, so sore in his stiffest state. Like a virgin island warrior, preparing to take his bride the night of their wedding. Joe felt Jonahs heavy, hot muscles under his hands, felt the aprehension in his thick body. The big samoan put himself in place, pulling up Jonahs massive legs, unable to even make eye contact.

Jonah grunted hard as Joe shifted his broad head against his soft ass. Moving carefully, he pressed himself firmly, his muscled arms shifting, his whole big body going down over Jonahs. Hooked under his arms, Jonahs big thighs eased back, his ass laid like an offering, so bared and defenseless. Joe pressed a little harder, feeling the huge halfbacks body tighten, hearing the grunt. Joe brushed his cheek against his team mates, his thick lips opening slightly, wet, wanting.

"Relax, bro....thats how I did...."

"Fuck that!!"

Joe pushed harder, not wanting to have the muscled halfback toss him off in pain, but not wanting to startle him in the same breath. He felt lusts seductive fingers snake around his muscles, pulling him in. The warmth beconed at his thick, throbbing organ, motioned him forth, laying aside thought of pain caused. Jonahs huge muscles pressed hard against his as he worked his shaft inside. Jonah let out a cry of pain as Joes thick head broke through his entrance, only hinting at the size to come.

"Relax, bro! Just push it out."

"Fuck you, this shit HURTS!"

Joe took his breaths quickly, his mouth close to his team mates ear. His big body was all but entwined with the huge footballers, two muscular male bodies caught in the embrace of sex.

"It'll be cool, bro. It doesnt hurt if you relax. You think I got you to fuck me twice if it hurt?"

The big islander felt Jonahs sweaty muscles give slightly, almost as if he was heeding his words. A slight give, as his huge cock shifted slightly, Jonah grunting at the advance. Joe felt his heavy nuts swing, still hanging loose in his erect state. He drunk in the fantasies of filling the halfback with his thick island cum, to unleash his hot sperm deep inside Jonah. To give him a part of him that would remain forever. His most male part.

Jonahs ass began to give, taking his shaft, swallowing into a hot inferno of soft inner flesh. The halfback was groaning, part from pain, part from something deeper, beyond the lusts he had satisfied taking his team mates ass. Joe breathed long and slow against Jonahs ear, feeling the gradual passage of heat, taking his thick, heavy weight deep inside. His big nuts gently pressed against the blacks cheeks, proclaiming his victory over flesh.

"Let it come, bro....just relax and dont fight it."

Joe felt the erotic heat of Jonahs body. His beating heat deep inside his big chest. His huge cock rigid against his feelings and will, driven up by deeper, more base reasons. Joe felt his hard nipples hard against his own chest, big arms about his body. The wetness of their sweat, the rasping passage of their breath. All consuming, overbaring yet in concert with sensations unfelt around his big samoan nature.

Joe licked his big, dry lips, feeling deep fantasies take him beyond realities. Soft, gentle embrace of his lover Jonah. Comforting, warm. Forever his, and he to Jonah in the giving exchange of passion. His lips lingered, moved as he head turned. He needed, deep beyond the unbarable lust in his solid hardness.

Gently at first, Joe pulled, shifting in small strokes. Taking and giving of his huge flesh. Working open his team mate, showing him unfelt warmths. The subtle, ironlike complexities of his shaft, hard, thick, wormed with bloodthrobbing veins. Taken deeper into the mists of man on man sex, beyond the lustful fucking he had given to Joe. The big islander worked his shaft, easing it out, teasing, shifting, rubbing at the one place he knew Jonah could hear his deep wants for him.

Joes lips pressed gently against his thick shoulder in a soft kiss. He felt the same hardness, unrelenting, yet slowly subsiding to soft warmth. Mirrored by the flesh of his assring, giving to the power of his firm thrusts. The big islander felt his huge arms tighten around him, an almost pained wimper as he took Jonah in the stroke only a gay man could give. The big blacks straight body tried to bare the pleasure, comprehend the sensations, rubbing deep within him.

Taking a deep swallow, Joe eased himself upwards, steadying himself against the headboard. He glanced over Jonahs sweating face, seeking only that one spot that he still wanted to take, to claim for himself. His head lowered, his big lips parting as he pressed them against his team mates. That softness became his, melting warm, swert chocolate around his big flesh and lips. He began driving in deeper, firmer strokes, working towards his climax. Taking his time, yet sensing that deep urgency.

"Your da bomb, bro...."

"Uuhhh....dont....."

Joe tasted that softness again, pressing his tongue deeper, taking with a deep need. He pulled himself agains Jonah again and again, pulling at headboard with a powerful arm. His stroke climbed, Joe feeling his nuts tensing, his cock shifting the gentle passage again and again. He felt his body give in, the warmth and washing pleasure of climax taking his stocky muscles. Pulling him quicker towards release.

The big islander groaned, his eyes widening as he felt the wetness consume him. He felt his cum pulse, pumping thick strings of searing juice deep inside Jonahs hot, wet insides. The sweat of their passions dripped from their muscles, Joe feeling a slower, thicker passage against his chest, lubricating his movements in slow, slippery strokes. His deep island cock rose and fell again and again, leaving him breathless in its wake.

Still basking in the euthoric glow of his release, the big samoan gently eased out. Wetness surrounded him. Make him wet, dripping away from his muscles and smearing thick white against his dark skin. Joe felt Jonah quiver, giving back to him his softening flesh, keeping a part he could never return, beyond the memories, and knowledge he had let Joe fuck him.

Joe sat on the edge of the bed a moment, taking in deep breaths. It was a long while later before Jonah finally moved, rolling up off the bed, standing. The big islander glanced back to see him picking up his sweatshirt, then pants, bundling them together. His big shoulders were still rising and falling with his deep breaths.

"Im using yo shower."

Joe nodded. It was a statement like the huge halfback always made them. Joe could feel the strength back in his team mates voice, beyond his lust and sexual wants. He saw the college jock who commanded the Razorbacks, heard it in his voice again, as if the whole experience hadnt happened. There was a hint of something else in that voice. It sounded almost like fear.

Somehow Joe knew Jonah was going to be a while in the shower. He took his time to find one of his towels, to wipe off his heavy cock. He moped his strong chest, taking off as much as he could of Jonahs thick semen, knowing he'd have to do more to remove the lingering scents of sex with the halfback. He pulled his baggy tshirt and sports pants back on, crossing over to his bookcase again.

The big islander wiped his face a little, reminding himself again. There wasnt anything here. It might have felt like something, maybe in the deep rigors of intimate sexual intercourse. At the end of the day, Jonah wasnt anything more than his team mate. One that had got him on the team to have nothing more than a guy who'd go down on him when he needed it. There wasnt anything here beyond blackmail.

Joe pushed the books back a little, grabbing the lightweight camera with a strong hand. He hit the stop button, ejecting the tape.

Jonah had taken near half an hour in the bathroom, before coming back out dressed like he had come in, looking a little less taken by the fatigue of the night. The huge halfback leaned against the door a little, rubbing his nose slightly with his thumb. He dragged his thick skully back down over his head, pulling his thick black hood back down over his head.

"Nuthin' happened here, aiight homeboy." Jonahs voice was strangely dark. "Nuthin', aiight?"

Joe nodded. He saw something of the strong halfback that the world always saw. It felt strangely like a show of strength. Somewhere beyond that was a sea of emotions that the big samoan could barely begin to understand.

"Anyone hears about dis shit, yo going back to yo fuckin' highschool team, aiight?"

Jonah barely stayed around long enough for Joe to answer.

The big islander walked his way though the open center of Bradford University. He still had time to check the practice squads before heading off to his next class. He had spent most of the week running between the classes of his already busy schedule, let alone finding the time to put in the overtime required to keep up with his football needs.

Joe pulled his cap off his head, letting his thick mass of hair free, heading towards the campus athletics departments. Football was still his life. Beyond his classes, he was always going to find time to put in the time. Do whatever he needed to do to make sure he was in shape, and was the best he could be to run that field. On his own strength and merit.

Joe headed up to the posting boards a few minutes later, still pressing himself for time to make it to the next class. He heard that unmistakable laugh from around the corner of the corridor. He saw the stocky Corey, leaning up against the wall beside the boards, cracking up over something with Trajan. The big linebacker looked like he'd just been hit with the brunt of some joke. Corey slapped the big blacks arm with a smile, noticing Joe, pointing him out.

"Hey, hey! Mah man, its all good, you on the same squad as us two."

Joe knocked fists with the short footballer, giving Trajan a nod. There was that warm smile again. The big samoan checked the boards, scanning downward.

"Gonna be a sweet season this time round, you know that, mah man."

"Yeah, no doubt, bro." Joe smiled slightly, locating his name. Same squad.

"I think coach got his eye on you, Joe." Trajan nodded at the big samoan, Joe glancing back, turning away from the boards. "I think thats why he put you on this squad."

"Yeah?" Joe catch the nod from Corey, the stocky black leaning back up against the wall again. "What squad Jonah get put on?"

"The one later in the week. We pulled the alternate one. You know thats all good," Corey was smiling again, that smooth face beaming. "Dont interfer with any of the party plans, thats for sure."

Joe chuckled a little. He caught a glance of Jonah walking from the other entrance, down the corridor. He was alone, slow walking, the big halfback looking as dangerous as any youth straight off the street in his usual black dress. Joe took a deep breath, clearing his throat slightly.

"Hey, I gotta bounce. Classes."

"Sure. We catching you later tonight though, aint we?"

Joe nodded back at Corey, already heading down the corridor. The two gave him a slight farewell, Joe already too caught up in his thoughts to notice. He felt something deep inside, not sure what it really was. He swallowed hard again, seeing those dark eyes of Jonahs take him from down the corridor. The big islander strengthened his resolve, stepping towards the huge halfback with as heavy a purpose as him.

"Im not sucking your dick anymore, alright?"

Joe glared at the big black, speaking steadily. Jonah seemed somehow less intimidating. He stayed silent, his eyes more dangerous than his whole, heavily muscled body. They shot out at Joe again, born of a fuming, silent anger.

"I dont need your help staying on the team, or getting mine on the team."

Joe sucked in a breath, licking his broad lips again slightly. His head was buzzing, his body starting to sweat under his tshirt. He hefted his books slightly, moving them under his strong right arm. He confronted those dark, silent eyes. They spoke back angry, raging thoughts.

"Now. Any of this shit comes up again, and everyone on the team gets that tape. At least you wont be going where Im trying to get. Thats all I care 'bout, bro."

Jonah cleared his throat, shifting his big shoulders. His heavy satchel cut a tight band down over his huge chest as he took in a deep breath. He spread his big legs a little more, his face still expressionless.

"Got it?"

"Got it."

"I know people would freak seeing me in that shit, but I bet they'd freak more seeing you getting your ass fucked. Especially your girl."

Joe held his gaze, seeing something pass over Jonahs face. Regret? Fear? The huge halfback swallowed slightly, glancing over at the boards, anywhere else but the reality of those dark eyes. He glanced back, clearing his throat before speaking, his voice quiet.

"You told me no one was gonna know 'bout that shit, homeboy."

"They wont." Joe put a hand on Jonahs big arm. He flinched slightly. "Just remember what I said, bro. Keep your copy where your girl wont find it."

Joe shifted his books again, moving back down the corridor towards the far exit. He drew a deep breath, catching himself, realising that he was shaking. His mind swum with the torrent of emotions and thoughts. This wasnt his way of doing stuff. At least now that he had done it, even if it was stooping to Jonahs level. At least now he could make it knowing he was doing it on his own.