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Anfernee Williamson of da Undaground Click.
THE FAN
Bradford Razorbacks 110, Panthers 108. It had been a close game right down to the buzzer. A game that had kept the capacity crowd in the college gym on their feet. But at the end of the four quarters, which had been just as tiring on the crowd as well as the players, the home team had come away with it.
Chris had managed to slip out quickly. Most the team had partying on their mind. The stocky shooting guard couldn't think of anything better than the couch at home, and the TV. The last 30 seconds had felt more like 30 minutes of stopping and starting. He felt drained, mentally and physically.
The cool night air shocked the samoan youth back to his senses. He had barely changed out of his red uniform, instead just pulling on his gamepants and usual black jacket so he could get home sooner. Chris stuffed his hands deep into his pockets and started the walk back to his flat. 10 minutes. Then all it would be would be his couch, a coffee and the rest of the night watching whatever.
Chris kept his pace brisk, taking the quick route across campus around the science block. The night was clear and still, and thankfully there wasn't a wind. Just the dull silence of the campus. Everyone else would have been taking the route back to the parking lot or out back to the city. So the college was as dead as any other night.
"Yo!"
The call came from behind him. The samoan slowed a little, but decided to keep walking. Granted, he wasn't any lightweight at 6ft 5inches, 210 pounds, but he didn't like the idea of meeting up with anyone unsavoury at this dark, secluded area of the campus. Chris shoved his hands a little deeper into his pockets and kept on.
"Yo, hold up a bit!" Chris heard heavy footfalls and saw a rough black youth come up beside him, his breath misting in heavy pants in the night air. "Hold up, bro."
The kid looked a lot smaller than Chris, the basketballer checking him out quickly. He was lanky, but looked street rough, dressed in urban camouflage pants and a thick, black hoodie drawn well over his head.
"Yo. Yo Chris Walker, right?"
"Yeah." the samoan nodded back, the kid grinning.
"Malik, man." he forced his hand into Chris', shaking it hard. "Damn, bro! I am like yo BIGGEST fan man. Fuck, I cant believe dis shit!" Chris grinned a little, feeling a little more at ease at Maliks overt friendliness.
"I seen like every one of yo games man," the rough youth was grinning like a madman. "Got all yo cards they put out too. Followed yo since yo first got up wit da Razors man."
"Cool man." Chris smiled back.
"Fuck, I cant believe I finally met yo man," Malik was calming a little, but still looking Chris over with the eye of an awing fan. "I thought it was yo man. Damn." Malik paused a moment, shaking his head. Chris couldn't help feeling the kids eyes all over him.
Maliks voice was a little lower. "Yo, you was HOT out there man. No shit."
"Thanks." Chris smiled at the compliment. He couldn't help noticing Malik was slowly moving a little closer to him, making it obvious that he was eying him over, grinning widely. The stocky samoan backed off a little, feeling the brick wall of one of the science faculty buildings against his back.
"So ..." the kids voice was a lot lower. "Wuddup? Yo think we could celebrate da victory, bro? I wouldn't mind gettin to know yo a bit better. I always wanted to meet yo in person."
Chris could feel his heatrate climbing, and Maliks obvious arousal as he moved closer. The samoan could see the youths eyes looking him in the groin, up and down his big body, sizing him up. Chris knew there was no way he could be misinterpreting this obvious pickup. Malik was making himself as obvious as the brick wall he was backed up against.
"Ive always wanted to do shit fo' yo, bruddah," Malik moved his hand slowly up under Chris' jacket. He took it slow, waiting for reactions. Chris didn't bother offering any. No one had pulled this on him before. He was a little nervous at Maliks intentions but let his hormones take his defenses down.
"Yeah ..." Malik breathed a slow breath as he stepped into Chris, his hand sliding in around the side of the samoans hot body. Chris felt the kids groin pressing against his leg, a hard, obvious bulge. His closeness was drawing his own cock up inside his shorts and pants, as Maliks hands tugged at his baggy red singlet, hot hands sliding in against his hard flesh.
"Dis is butta man," Malik whispered quietly. Both of them were breathing heavily with their arousal, misting the night air. "Ill do it all fo yo bro. Anythin' yo ask. I dreamed about dis shit."
Chris let out a soft moan as Maliks hot hands stroked slowly up his broad back. He could feel every heartbeat throbbing in his cock, rock hard in his shorts, stiff beyond belief. Every part of his big body was saying "YES!", begging for it. He barely gave a thought to anything else; being seen, or the danger of what Malik might do.
Chris watched, trembling as Malik pushed his singlet up around his shoulders, his hands running like fire up his muscled body. The cool night air barely cooled the heat he was feeling, the youths head moving onto his chest, kissing lightly. Chris watched silently, his breath misting steady bursts of air as Maliks kisses trailed down slowly. His red singlet, marked with his black number 81, slowly fell back down over his body as Maliks mouth reached his hard abs.
The big samoans dick was already preguessing Maliks actions as he slowly kissed at the rough line of back growing pubic hair. Throbbing and already aching, it stood out in a huge bulge in the front of his gamepants. Maliks fingers hooked into their waistband, and the baggy game shorts underneath, tugging gently downward as he went down on his knees before the basketballer.
"Oh yeah ..." Chris moaned silently. His mind was screaming, his body shaking with the knowledge of what was about to happen. Every part of him begged for it, especially his cock.
The stocky samoan felt the tight band of his shorts and pants running down his upright shaft, the cool night air hitting his burning member. He glanced down, seeing his hard nine inches like rock, his shorts and pants tight around his thighs just under his big balls, Maliks face right in front of it. The kids hands ran gentle fire back up his strong hips as his tongue licked out at Chris' fat head.
Oh YEAH! The samoan practically came right then, as Maliks hot tongue wrapped around his uncut head, his mouth taking it slowly in. Chris groaned out loud, watching as Maliks head went down, his stiff, thick rod sliding up into the kids hot mouth. The warm pleasure melted his body as Malik took inch after inch slowly into his sucking mouth. Stopping near half way, he reversed his movement, sucking hard as he drew back to Chris' fat tip.
The big samoans balls were aching BAD! His arse tensed, his whole cock aching back to his base. At the same time, a fire more intense than anything he had felt burnt his whole length, warming his whole body. Maliks mouth continued giving him slow, wet pleasure as he moved up and down his fat shaft, taking more and more with each easy stroke.
Chris leaned back, his head going back against the hard brick behind him. He gave his whole body over to Maliks wet mouth. The kid kept sucking gently, moving rhythmically, his hands slowly stroking Chris strong thighs in matching movements. Chris found himself pushing upward slowly with his hips as Maliks mouth moved down. The kid sucking his strength out through his rigid cock, giving a burning pleasure in return.
In time, Chris felt a deeper feeling pushing inside him. A building tension in his base that slowly moved up though his whole body, inching up his fat shaft. His climax hit hard and sudden, a weeks worth of molten cum splashing deep in Maliks throat. The kid pulled up, taking the second and third shots in his mouth, the next dribbling down over his chin, and back down Chris dark member. He swallowed quickly, as the remainder of Chris load leaked down through his thick pubes.
Chris lay back against the wall, his body still stiff from the throes of his powerful climax. He relaxed a little, his cock easing up slightly, slowly softening to a semi erection. Malik stood up in front of him, pulling Chris' shorts and pants back up over his partly hard member. The kid eased up against the big samoans body which was sweaty from his blowjob. His hand disappeared back down the front of Chris' clothes again, wrapping around his hot, sticky cock.
"Yo liked dat?" Chris grunted, smiling as Malik started squeezing him back to another fierce erection. The kid started pulling him off, working his tight foreskin in a hard but slow masturbation.
"So, yo wanna fuck?"
Chris stood silent as his fat, nine inch cock sweated up his shorts, his skin painfully tight as Malik masturbated him. He was moving his hips against the kids hand, fucking as his hand gave him hard pleasure.
"I wanna fuck, yo. Hard. All night. Yo want dat?"
"Yeah," Chris managed. "Real bad, bro."
"Good. Cause I cant think of anything betta." Malik was watching Chris' handsome face closely as he slowly squeezed and jacked off his hard cock. The kid slowed his movements, pushing hard against the big samoan, stopping him from humping his hand.
"I wanna save dat shit. Don't wanna wast a drop of yo cum bro." Malik was smiling, rubbing Chris gently, slowly. Chris couldn't believe how good it felt with Malik so close to him, pressing against him, stroking his penis. It filled him with a warmth he never wanted to end.
"Then what are we waiting for?" Chris managed after a moment more of the gentle rubbing. Malik smiled, nodding and pulling his hand out of Chris' pants. The big samoan felt the absence instantly, straightening himself up, coming back to his senses. "We can go back to my flat."
The trip back was silent, and thankfully short. Dispite the lack of conversation Chris' mind was buzzing. All he could think about was the blow job he had just received. How winningly Malik had done it. How eager he was to do whatever he wanted.
Chris let himself into his place quickly, shutting the door behind Malik. The warmth hit him. Switching the lights on he got his first good look over the kid who had sucked his dick so willingly and well. He walked past him with the air of a streetkid. His combat pants sagged heavily, in the general homeboy style. His clothes hung off him, overly baggy. He flicked his black hood back, showing a handsome, rough face, his hair braided in tight cornrolls.
Chris was caught staring at Maliks ass as the young black turned. The big samoans cock was already hard again in his pants, anticipating Maliks intentions. Maliks eyes were looking all over Chris' body again, full of eager want and hard lust. He pushed Chris' jacket back off his broad shoulders, the basketballer finishing the job and tossing it aside.
"Shit." Malik was looking Chris' hard body over, liking what he was seeing. Chris was already pulling him towards the bedroom, pulling at his pants.
"Nah. Leave dat shit on," Malik pulled him around. "I want yo to look like yo do on court. I wanna have yo fuck me in yo stuff."
"Sure." Chris was happy to go along with whatever Malik wanted. He stood quietly as the kid undid the top of his gamepants and quickly whipped them away, leaving him in his red and black Razorback uniform.
Chris stood as Malik eyed him over. His uniform was baggy, but fitted well over his stocky, muscular body. All accept his baggy red shorts which bulged obviously with his erect sex. Maliks hands were quickly all over him, stroking the hard muscle of an athlete. Up his thick arms and shoulders, around his strong neck. The kid paused a second to kiss slightly at Chris' lips, running his hands back over his hair, tied back in a bushy tail.
"Sit back on the bed," Malik ordered. Chris naturally obliged in a second, the lanky kid following down on top of him.
"One on one," he grinned, stripping off his black hoodie. Chris' cock throbbed at the sight of his bare black body. Smooth. Lanky. Lean and hardened by the street. He looked young, but Chris guessed he was probably in his late teens. Chris noticed his black boxers, showing above the waist of his combat pants. For the first time, the samoan got a quick glimpse of his groin. He saw the hard jut of his erection.
Malik slid in between his legs, running his hands slowly up his strong thighs, pushing them open. Chris baggy uniform shorts pulled over his big groin. His cock was hard and throbbing, no other part of him wanting more than raw sex with the black kid. But the samoan basketballer laid back and let Malik have his way, enjoying the feeling.
Chris eyed the kids lanky black body over as his hands stroked up his legs, pushing his shorts up about his thighs, bunching the material over his stiff cock and big balls. He sucked in a quick breath, feeling the warm pleasure of Maliks hands as they ran up his inner thighs again.
Pulling Chris' shorts open for the second time that night Malik quickly turned his attentions directly on the samoans fat penis. Chris started groaning quietly as Malik took his time, exploring his big cock with his hands. He played his fingers up and down Chris' nine inch beast, three and a half inches around the shaft and blunt head. His foreskin drew tight over the bloated looking cock, pulled back by his erect state. Maliks hot hand scooped Chris' balls, which easily matched his cock, heavy and big, nested in thick black pubic hair.
Dipping his head again, Chris sighed as his cock disappeared into the kids wet mouth. He knew what to expect this time, enjoying the homeboys slow, easy pattern. He liked the way Malik could somehow control himself and take it slow in the face of sex. He admired how the kid took control of him.
Chris felt those hands again, rubbing up his hard muscles, across his chest. The samoan slowly pressed his hips upward, grinding his cock deeper as Malik sucked downward again. Chris was moaning quietly, as the kids mouth made love to his cock, his hands loving his muscular body. The samoans dark body was glistening with sweat under his basketball uniform. He ran his hands over Maliks tight, skinny shoulders hearing a quiet moan on his stiff cock.
Sucking mercilessly, Malik sped his movements, fucking his mouth on Chris' fat cock. His hands were running over wet muscles, pulling his shorts down a little more, tugging his weighty balls. Chris felt his hands move over his ass, pulling him in tight, hard fucks. He writhed with it, grabbing Maliks lean, hard biceps as his cum rose in his cock.
A moan rose in his deep chest as Maliks mouth slurped fast on his fat rod. The samoans thick white seed pulsed into the kids greedy mouth, fulling it in a few explosive spurts. Malik swallowed hard again and again as Chris' balls emptied up his thick shaft. The young homeboy came away panting, sweating badly, white drops of cum on his thick lips.
"Damn, your good." Chris managed, grinning, his chest rising and falling as he panted.
"Yeah? Well, yo aint had no shit yeah, man."
Malik was already opening up his pants, and sliding out of them as Chris lay, cock in hand, drenched in sweat, and shaking. His red uniform was wet with his perspiration, and clung to his muscular form. His eyes looked Maliks lean black body as he kicked his pants and boxers off, sliding up onto his big body. He glimpsed the kids erection, as lean as him, a stiff rod jutting out of a unbelievable bush of thick hair.
Chris took the kid into his arms, welcoming his mouth, still salty with cum. His naked body was slick with sweat, his cock hard against his. Malik stared frenching him deeply, as Chris' big arms surrounded him, his right hand clenching at the homeboys tight ass. They moved together as Malik ground his cock against Chris' sweaty, slicked abs.
Malik eased out of Chris embrace, straddling his big body. The samoan looked the homeboys cock over. It was rock hard, but very lean. What he lacked in width and size, he made up for in length, almost matching Chris' own nine inches. And his nuts, low hung and heavy, easily matched the samoans. Chris was already running his fingers through that thick black pubic hair, a dense, dark patch.
"Always dreamed of dis shit man," Malik said quietly as Chris ran his hand up his stiff rod. It felt like steel under the samoans hand, intensely hard. "Fantasised of running into yo. Havin yo come into the lockers after a game or some shit. Lettin me worship yo."
Maliks hand was running down Chris' big arm, stroking and exploring the hard muscle there. The samoan was slowly playing his fingers up and down Maliks length, watching the kids face.
"Fuck me, bro." Malik smiled quietly. "I wanna feel Chris Walkers fat cock breakin' dis homeboyz ass."
The samoans cock ached with the thought of plowing the black kids ass. He let Malik get off him, and groped for some lube he kept in his bedside drawer. Malik was already lying down where he had been, his legs wide open. Chris wasted no time moving in between in thighs, sliding his hands deep down his legs. The sight of the black homeboy, naked and baring himself for him made his dick throb with desire.
Chris fumbled with the tube, squeezing some onto Maliks asshole as the kid pulled his legs back. He started gently rubbing it into the homeboys hole, sliding a finger in, hearing Malik moan suddenly. He smiled as he started to loosen the blacks entrance, taking his time, working in a second, and finally a third finger. Chris looked at Maliks rod, hard still from the finger fucking, laying up his strong stomach. He was so tempted to blow the kid off right then, and fuck him later.
"Fuck me bro. Hard. I wanna be the first fan yo opened up in yo uniform."
"You got that much." Chris smiled back. "Fucking someone straight after a game aint something I usually do."
"Break me off man. Go for tha slam dunk in mah ass." the samoan was already slicking himself up, getting his fat cock against Maliks hole.
Pressing gently, Chris felt instant resistance to his intrusion. He was used to it. His size and blunt head always made the first fuck hard. The big samoan pushed a little harder, feeling Malik move under him as his fat head forced his entrance. He heard the homeboy grunt as his width opened him up, sinking slowly through his tight ring of muscle.
"Oh yeah," Maliks hands were on his big arms, rubbing his shoulders. "Fuck yo big! Plow dis homeboys ass, man!" The kid was watching Chris' thick cock, looking where his huge member sunk into his ass.
Chris kept on, fucking himself in bit by bit, watching the pain in Maliks face. His ring was tight around his fat cock, as slowly his head broke through into Maliks hotter, softer parts. Chris eased back a little, then pressed again, lodging another inch up Maliks ass. Every time he pushed up, the black kids ass clamped on his member.
"Starting shootin guard for tha Razorbacks, number 81. Chris Walker," Malik ran his hands up Chris' wet chest, under his red singlet. "Fuck yo big! Put it up in there nigga. Break me off like yo know yo can."
Chris humped hard, feeling every fuck shock through Maliks skinny body. He looked down at his ass, tight around his big islander cock, 3 inches still protruding where his penis made Maliks ass a pussy. He reversed his movement, watching Malik squirm under him. The kid groaned loud, feeling like his guts were coming out with Chris huge cock. Then, Chris sunk straight back in, this time spiking him.
"SHIT! Yo got dis homeboy fucked! I cant believe it!" Malik pulled him down over him, pulling the samoans baggy shorts back over his ass. "Do it man. Foul yo'self out in me. Fuck me in yo Razorback shit. Fuck, yo da best on da court!"
Maliks talk got Chris going as he started to really fuck the kid. His movements were a little slow, his ass still getting used to his huge size. The black kid was in heaven as his basketball idol fucked his tight ass. He was running his hands all over Chris' big back, feeling his sweaty uniform, feeling his ass through his baggy shorts.
"Yeah. Yo da best. Fuck, yo gonna be a Jordan man. And yo fuckin me. I'm bein fucked by a guy whos gonna be an NBA star!" Chris really got going, fucking hard, feeling Maliks ass loosen up with him, allowing his big size in. The homeboy was opening up under him, and soon his cock was fucking fluidly, in his lose, slutty ass.
"Yo mah MVP bro. UGH! Gonna make it pro wit skills like yo's. Bigga dan Mason, openin me up. Movin faster dan Stoudamire in mah ass! Oh yeah! Fuck, yo gots da skills!"
The big samoan kept on, pile driving Maliks ass, fucking with every ounce of his body, all the while listening to the black kids praise. He heard Malik moaning hard, feeling a sudden wet heat saturate the front of his singlet, right up his chest. Maliks ass spasmed on his huge width, tensing, pulsing as the kid came all over his chest and stomach. Chris wasn't much further off, as his huge cock swelled and bucked his big load straight up into Maliks ass.
Chris collapsed on Malik, trying to catch his breath. His body was glistening with sweat, beads running off his muscles, his uniform wet. The big basketballer pulled back, Malik moaning deeply as Chris fat penis dragged out of his slutty ass, wet with the kids ass juices.
"You think you can put that joint up my ass?" Chris asked, kneeling over Malik. His penis had softened up, a huge, limp hose.
"If dats who yo want," he replied. Chris nodded. "Yeah, mah pleasure!"
The big samoan lay face down, eager to take the kids lean cock. It had a while since he had been fucked, and he thought he might as well give his biggest fan the honor of having him. He felt Malik tugging at his shorts, again, not taking them off. He really had a thing for the uniform.
"Fuck, I love yo legs!" Malik said, slowly stroking Chris' big, dark thighs. "And yo ass, it fuckin dope shit!"
"Its all yours, bro." the samoan replied, feeling the homeboys eager, probing fingers.
"Ill please yo here too," Malik promised. "Just how yo want it." Chris was starting to like his fans eagerness to please.
The big samoan lay as enjoyed Maliks finger as he rubbed and probed his prostate, pushing him gently open. The black was taking it so much easier than Chris had, taking his time and coaxing him open. All the while his other hand stroked and rubbed his big back, slick with sweat.
When Malik had got three fingers easily in, the kid pulled them free and put his head up in place. Chris prepared himself for the pain, but instead his ass swallowed in Maliks head, as his lean cock pressed at his hole. Slicked up with lube, the kids penis slid inch after inch up into Chris loose ass, leaving the samoan moaning silently at the easy pleasure. He felt the intrusion push up into his gut, and then Maliks rough pubic bush against his cheeks. The blacks heavy balls nested warm and heavy between his thighs.
"Fuck, cant believe I'm seein dis shit," Malik humped tiny one inch fucks as he ran his hands over Chris' strong, singletted back. "Seein yo name, and yo number and havin mah joint lodged to da base." The kid was taking his time, using his slow style again, enjoying and getting off on Chris' uniformed body.
Chris moaned as Malik started drawing out to his head and sliding smooth, and gently to his base. All the while keeping his cock sliding in Chris' ass, dragged through his ring of hot muscle. He could hear the slurps, as Malik somehow controlled his slow, easy fucks, giving him one long, incredible, never ending wave of pleasure through his body.
The big samoan suddenly felt his big penis let loose with an intense orgasm. He felt soaked and drained as it subsided, his thick member still milking a soft ooze of cum for a long time after his initial load. Chris' eyes were wide open, he couldn't believe the pleasure, how long Malik was keeping it going. In, spasm, out, spasm, in....slow, easy strokes, never slowing or stopping, keeping the same gentle rhythm.
After an almost unbearable period of the fucking, Chris felt the kids long rod swell suddenly, and almost painfully large in his ass. For the first time he experienced the black homeboys orgasm as a hot wave swept into his anal passage. It was shortlived, but intense, Chris hearing a quiet moan behind him as the black kid emptied his seed into his gut.
Pulling out was another long, slow pleasure that pushed Chris over the brink, sending him into another climax as his ass went completely loose after Maliks exit. His ass let out a long fart, and the samoan felt a warm, shitty ooze escape as he lost control of his ass muscles. He felt Malik pull his shorts up, his ass and dick a sweaty, sticky mess within.
The kid lay with him gently squeezing his big groin as he slid into a warm sleep with him in his big arms. Chris had never slept better, drifting in and out of sleep, feeling his cock burning with the warm pleasures of Malik giving him oral sex, sometimes waking to feel his big cock erupt again.
When he finally woke, 11am the next morning, Chris found himself naked, his bed under him still wet and clammy. His big cock ached a little, and ass still felt very loose from the fuck Malik had given him. His muscled body stunk of cum. Malik was gone.
Chris found a note on the kitchen table; "Took yo uniform, hope yo don't mind. See yo in tha NBA stud. Yo biggest fan." The big samoan didn't mind losing the shirt off his back for that.
He never did see Malik again, and spent the next three years hoping whenever he saw a homeboy under a black hood. Then that day came when he was drafted into the NBA. Picked by the Orlando Magic. A few weeks after, the big samoan had his first NBA "experience", a fucking just as memorable as the one he'd got all those years before.