This story is completely fiction and is not meant to be a true reflection of the NCAA or the University of Florida. Any resemblence to actual persons is conincidental.
Warning: This story contains references to sexual relations between (semi-)consenting young adult males. Please go elsewhere if you find this offensive or local laws prohibit you from reading this.
Constructive criticism always welcome.
Here's to March Madness! Enjoy!!!
The arena swelled as the throngs of fans witnessed a comeback of epic, mythical proportions. The game changed dramatically as the underdogs of Savannah State put on a shooting clinic in the second half that would have made James Naismith smile. They knocked off the top-seeded Gators in the second round of the NCAA's.
The looks on the faces of most of the Florida players were almost indifferent. A team filled with McDonalds All-Americans, the Gators were built to be the cover story, and really only comoftable playing in "marquee" games. The top Gator was the exception to this rule. Drew Gavin, a 6-3 sophomore shooting guard known for his agressive scoring in clutch situations, was a gamer no matter the game. Skinny, blonde, with a golden tan and muscles indicating hours of running and natural strength, Drew was a cool customer, with an easy smile and a southern charm developed during his Atlanta prep school days.
But Drew had a fire in his stomach, which showed itself many times, whether it was in the SEC tournament, where he scored 19 points in the fourth quarter to lead the Gators against top-seeded Kentucky, or playing poker with the seniors on the team, where he'd lay low for a while before dropping full-houses and flushes to win "favors" from his co-captains.
That fire was there when he was around his girlfriend too. Ashley Carter was perfect in just about every way you'd expect a Florida girl dating an All-American to be, and Drew took full advantage of being simultaneously the most popular, most talented and best-looking player in Division 1 basketball. Their sex was athletic, passionate, and loud. It helped immensely that she had stamina and that he was 19 and had a good-sized cock.
It wasn't enough that he was irresistibly cute and built, but the 8 inches of flesh hanging between his legs put him over the top. Ashley was often sore enough walking to class the next morning that Drew's teammates would see her and ask Drew which round the knockout came in.
But tonight, after the 2nd-seeded Gators got knocked out by the 10th seeded Tigers, Drew wasn't looking or feeling like an All-American. And there was no Ashley to help him de-stress after this debacle.
This did not go unnoticed by Kevin Altman.
Kevin was a freshman who was just a sports junky and loved everything Gator.
He moved to Gainesville after growing up in a town about an hour from Cincinnati in a parochial school where his world view consisted of Taco Bell and Chuys. He knew he had feelings for guys, not for girls, and he also knew that Southern Ohio wasn't the best place for him to explore those feelings, So, he won an academic scholarship to Florida, of all places, and shortly after arriving on campus, impressed one of the assistant coaches with his basketball IQ at a campus welcoming event and got his gig as part-time Student Manager, which is basically the 21st Century title for a 'waterboy'.
Being on the staff of a major college athletics program certainly had perks of living a semi-high life and being in close contact with some of the hottest young men on a college campus. But it also meant he had to keep a low profile about his being gay. Though campuses were very open places, basketball teams were another story, and 'fag' talk was not uncommon in the locker room and on court. He had been living as a gay man only in his mind.
But almost every day after a practice or a game, he'd go home and search the web for some kind of action photo of his boy Drew, and spend the next hour having a party of one with his computer and a bottle of petroleum jelly.
After this debacle, Kevin watched quietly as the team settled into the locker room. The year had been almost all highs: preseason media attention for the school, a huge win over Kentucky, a couple of articles in Sports Illustrated. Kevin was even in the background of one of the pictures. But tonight, the Florida swagger was gone.
Kevin had almost unconsciously started following every move that Drew Gavin made when they were in the same room. He even volunteered for towel duty in the locker rooms after practice, because it would almost always guarantee some shirtless views of Drew's cut chest and guns, and, on occasion, full nudity, which made Kevin more than a little light-headed (Drew's presence was so much more impressive than the scrawny boys on his high school squad that he used to gawk over).
Drew and Kevin had chatted on occasion, and Drew kind of liked hanging around him because Kevin had an almost encyclopedic knowledge of the game, and could always drop a line that would make Drew laugh. Kevin was on clean-up detail after this game, and was supposed to make sure that the team was taken care of at the arena. Kevin watched as national TV peppered Drew with tough questions and local newspapers came and went with their angles on what was becoming known as the "Gator meltdown". Drew's answers went from sad to irritated to restlessly bored. He had lost his jersey top by the end, leaving him bare-chested which caused Kevin's eyes to perk up. Kevin decided he would definitely be taking this interview footage home for some personal use.
Soon the locker room began clearing, since the underdogs of Savannah State were the real story of the night. Players showered and headed for the buses, coaches started making phone calls and arranging travel back to Gainesville, and media had moved on to bigger and better things.
"Drew, there's an agent outside," said Bryce Tyler, who worked in Communications for the Athletic Department. "Nash Aldridge, he's pretty big-time...wants to talk to you about your draft prospects".
"An agent? Right now?" Drew asked.
"Want me to tell him to get lost?" asked Tyler, always deferential to his stars.
Drew thought about it for a moment. His mind was still out on the court from that night, beating himself up for shots that clanged out, and jump shots he could have blocked but didn't But he had enough presence of mind about his future NBA prospects to be willing to hear whatever Aldridge had to say. He got up and sauntered his way toward the exit. He spotted Dershaun James, one of the assistant coaches. Even in defeat, he was a cool customer.
"Hey Der, is it cool if I stay and talk to this dude for a minute?"
"All right, but we're all gettin' the fuck out of this place - I'm sick of this shithole town," said James, never one to hide his feelings. Coach Der quickly scanned the room and spotted Kevin. He reached for his wallet.
"Yo man, take this and make sure my man gets a cab back to the Hyatt when he's done, OK?" Coach said to Kevin.
Kevin jumped at the chance to basically be Drew's valet for the night. He'd gladly make sure Drew found a cab, was well stocked with water, or would have help, say, getting out his underwear. Whatever Drew needed.
Kevin watched as Aldridge put his hand on Drew's shoulder several times and let out a laugh that was just a little too loud. Drew was listening, but his body showed no emotion. He nodded quietly, and then shook hands. Aldridge left a card, then was off to find the next big thing. Drew slowly walked himself back into the locker room. He glanced up at Kevin.
"S'up chief," Drew said in his slight Southern drawl.
"Nothing much, man. Rough deal out there. I'm saw that punk-ass hand-checking you all night and you never once got a call. Want me to go track down the ref and kick the shit out of him?" Kevin said with a tentative grin.
Drew smirked. "Naw, man, its done. If I'd hit those 3 wide open shots, we'd be partyin' tonight."
He let out a deep sigh and leaned back, closing his eyes and extending his legs. Though only 4 inches taller than Kevin, his presence, the team shorts he was still wearing, and his skinny and muscular frame made him seem almost larger than life. Kevin glanced down, pretending to be joining him in a moment of reflection, but in reality he was checking out the goods on the All-American now sprawled out 2 feet away from him. It made Kevin happy to know that Drew was comfortable enough in his presence to let his guard down.
"You know what, fuck all this," Drew finally said, quietly. "Its time for a little medicine". He scanned the room half-heartedly, reached into his bag and pulled out what Kevin was almost certain was premium pot. He started quickly rolling a joint like an old pro and gave Kevin a little taste of his own. Less than 2 minutes later, the afterglow was on, and Drew was on too.
"...and then this chick is like, 'Yo baby, you're gonna call me, right'? as I'm pounding her from behind, just like 'bam' 'bam', 'bam'".
By now Drew was off his chair making thrusting movements and grabbing his crotch. Kevin smiled and laughed, and though seeing his dream stud thrusting his hips and basically fondling himself right in front of Kevin, he was ready to move on from the bimbo talk.
"You and Ashley seem pretty cool together," Kevin said.
"Yeah, we're tight. Tell you what, bro? That girl has a mouth like...I don't even know."
"Yeah?" Kevin said, some elecricity starting to pick up between my legs.
"Yeah...." Drew's voice got quieter. "All right, just between you and me, though...we got this thing we do after all the games, when the locker room clears out, she sneaks in and just blows me next to my locker. Right there!
The girl's all squeaky clean, you know, but when its game time, she takes care of me. I fuckin' NEED it for the stress relief, too. And damn, bro, can she do it. Her mouth gets all wide and shit, which is good, 'cause I ain't small, you know. I mean, I got myself some equipment, and she can't get enough. She takes the whole thing and then I cum all in her mouth and she just takes it!"
Kevin was stunned, and was staring into space, visualizing his stud getting blown. There was some intensity in Drew's eyes by now too, residue from the game that the pot hadn't yet taken care of. There was also a serious tent forming in Drew's game shorts, right next to the little Nike swoosh.
"And now, she's not even here," Drew continued, frustrated. "And this is like the most stressful night of my life....Fuck...," Drew threw the towel on the ground collapsed back into his chair. He was still a kid, after all.
Kevin's brain was now criss-crossing with ideas. His whole purpose of being at that moment was to find out more about Drew's blowjobs, and in his ever-expanding fantasy world, to get his mouth filled with Drew's All-American meat. The drugs emboldened him, enough that he started talking...
"You need that blowjob after every game, huh?" Kevin said as he hit his joint.
"Fuck yeah, dude. I haven't seen Ash since the tournament started, and cheerleaders give shitty blowjobs, so it ain't even worth it. I'm about to bust a nut, my man."
Drew was rubbing himself and not even realizing it. When you're the top dog, you pretty much do whatever you want. Drew looked up suddenly.
"Hey, you wanna swallow some meat, brotha?" Drew asked with a sly grin on his face, but immediately busted out in laughs.
"I'm just fuckin' with you, dude".
Kevin had one of those moments when the lust of youth overtook all caution and better judgement.
"Coach Der said to take care of you, Drew." Kevin slid off his chair and slowly crawled over to the guard. He was watching Drew's face for a reaction. If Drew freaked out, Kevin would laugh it off as a joke. But he was intending to push it as long as the stud would allow.
Drew was smirking that cocky smile that drove Kevin and every girl he came in contact with crazy, and he almost certainly didn't think that Kevin was serious. Which made what was said next all the more surprising.
"Dude, I'm serious about taking care of you. That's what I'm here for, and you need what you need...," Kevin left out the part about lusting for his cock like it was some kind of life-saving device. He rested his hands on Drew's knees, leading Drew to sit up a little more squarely in his chair, eyes narrowing. After a moment, a smile that said 'No fucking way you'd actually do this' spread wide across Drew's face and he leaned back, putting his hands behind his head.
Kevin took a deep breath. How exactly had he gone, in just a matter of months, from sitting quietly in his room jacking off to pictures from his school yearbook, to being on his hands and knees in front of the top college basketball player in the region, who it just so happened also happened to be a blonde stud with a huge cock? Kevin started to panic, though, and tried to laugh it off, starting to get up when Drew grabbed the back of his head. Kevin forgot how damn quck this boy was. He was like a fucking cat.
"Whoa, whoa. Where you goin', guy? C'mon, it'll be quick and easy, just suck on my dick for a couple of minutes, I'll shoot my wad and then we'll be done. It's nothin', like lickin' an ice cream cone. And let's be honest, how often do you get to blow the Player of the Year?" as Drew cooly laid it out with that damn smirk, Kevin was stunned by his brazen cockiness. He was also even more turned on.
Drew raised his bubble butt off the chair long enough to pull his jersey shorts to his ankles with the free hand that wasn't controlling Kevin's head. His Gator blue Jockey athletic briefs held a bulge that jumped out from his body.
"Go on, Kev, pull down my shorts."
"Drew, I was just fucking around...c'mon, let's head back to the hotel. We can chill in your room, and..."
Drew's smirk was gone now and his look was all business.
"Kid, you're sucking my cock right now. It can be easy for you, or it can be hard. Your call."
Kevin ignored the irony that Drew, just one year older than him, was calling him kid. Right now, Drew was the one calling the shots. With his hands trembling, Kevin pulled at the elastic waistband. He felt the body heat as his hand passed over Drew's cotton-covered penis. He was in the process of pulling the briefs down when Drew's meat was freed from its cloth prison. It sprang out and bounced off Kevin's hand. Kevin had to stop when he saw what Drew's penis looked like fully erect.
In the showers, he could tell that Drew was a big boy, but now seeing it up close was just stunning. Drew had features that honestly made him seem like a teenager: boyish good looks, floppy but short blonde hair, no facial hair, smooth skin all over. But the muscles on his slender frame, most notably the 8-inch muscle between his legs, were those of a man. This guy was just a physical gift from the Gods.
By the time Kevin got Drew's jockeys down, Drew's cock was fully hard and pointing straight at his face. Drew settled even more into his chair, spreading his legs a little more.
"Kev, man, you can do it. Just you open your mouth up....yup...a little more. Good. Its gonna take some getting used to with something that big in there...Ash still gags after a couple of inches."
He put both hands on the back of Kevin's head and slowly pulled him toward his naked crotch. Kevin's eyes expanded as the 8-inch sausage got closer. With his mouth opened as wide as it would go, Kevin closed his eyes and felt thick warm flesh penetrate his mouth. Kevin couldn't believe how much just part of Drew's dick filled him up. His lust started to take over, and even with just a third of the penis in, he started sucking in with his cheeks.
"Oooohhhhhh, yeah....that's it dude. That's how I like it," Drew moaned, eyes closed, head tilted back. Drew continued to pull with his hands at the back of Kevin's head. Drew wanted his whole cock swallowed, and Kevin felt some panic. He tried speaking, begging Drew to slow down. Unfortunately, someone had put a big dick in his mouth, and coherent English was just not possible.
"Mmmph oooo uuuuccch," Kevin pleaded.
"Yeeeeeeahhhh, keep sucking me guy," Drew cooed.
Kevin was gagging as Drew pushed more and more in, but he had to keep taking it. Before long, all 8 inches were in, and Kevin was staring directly into the treasure trail from Drew's belly-button to his pubic hair. Kevin was rock hard, and tried to start jackng himself at the same time. By now, Drew was pulling his head up and down on his cock. Kevin had read online that licking the cockhead was a major plus when giving a blowjob, so he tried doing that as Drew was pulling back.
"Yeahhhh baby, suuuck me....oooohhhhh, suck it down," Drew moaned as Kevin's dimples showed him putting as much suction as he could to enhance the pleasure.
Kevin looked up as he settled into his rythmn and realized how hot this situation was. Here he was, sucking off Drew Gavin. THE fucking Drew Gavin, the 6 foot 3-inch boy wonder for the cockiest, most talented team in the country. And he even had Drew's face contorting with pleasure. Drew's thick legs were locking up and pressed against Kevin's shoulders. Drew's pecs and biceps were flexed as he breathed in and out heavily. His hands were shifting on Kevin's head as the cum welled up in Drew's balls.
Both guys knew what was coming next.
"Yeah, dude, keep on goin'. I'm almost there, man."
Kevin didn't think Drew could get much bigger, but he could feel the cock pulsing and throbbing against his tongue and lips. He reached and fondled Drew's balls. Kevin sensed that Drew was about to cum, and was planning on pulling off, to enjoy watching this stud shoot his load all over the locker room floor.
Drew had other ideas.
"Ohhh, yeah, here comes, swallow it for me, guy..."
Kevin began pulling off, nervous about the prospect of tasting another guy's jizz, but Drew was determined that Kevin was going to drink his juice, and Drew's strength took over. As he pulled Kevin's head with both hands, he swallowed the entire cock and Kevin's lips smacked against Drew's pubic hair.
"Fuck.....oh....oh.....ohhhhhhh.......My...Godddddddddddd......," Drew's legs flexed, his chest heaved out, and his rocket exploded.
The cum came spilling out of Drew's cock and straight down Kevin's throat. Kevin didn't know how much there would be, but he drank and drank (not much choice, really). It was warm, hot actually, and Kevin quickly learned that a tall athlete with a lot of pent up agression and a big dick shoots a lot of cum. As Drew kept on flowing, the amount of cum that was erupting from Drew's boy penis down Kevin's throat and into his stomach became overwhelming. The white cum soon started leaking out the sides of Kevin's mouth.
Kevin swallowed as much as he could, and as the ejaculation abated, still tried to suck out every last drop of cum out of Drew's fleshy tube, trying not to spill. Waste not, want not, Kevin thought.
Drew was done, and pulling all 8 inches out of Kevin's spent mouth, slapped his cock out and against Kevin's checks, a sort-of goodbye slap, then fell back into his chair, smiling.
"That was good, man. Just what I needed," Drew said. He slowly started packing clothes into his bag. "Ashley could learn a thing or two, you know?"
Kevin had fallen back, exhausted. He stayed sitting against the wall, while Drew showered up. Drew dressed, and, wearing a GQ-looking suit, started heading for the door with Kevin carrying his bags behind him.
Back at the hotel, there were some fans still lingering, almost not sure what to do, looking like an assasination had taken place. After seeing Drew and another young man walk in, some came up and shook hands. One snooty looking older woman pulled Drew aside and said, "You may want to tell your friend to clean the ice cream off his cheek. It looks sort of silly."
"He's still learning," Drew replied, and with a slight slap on Kevin's ass, added with a smirk: "We'll all be much better at all this cum next year".
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