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Keep it real.

Anfernee "Wildstyle" Williamson of da Undaground Click.


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(c) 11th October, 1998, Anfernee Williamson

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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 handycap 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 floud 
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, Ill probably make it."

"Ill 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.

"Im 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 alchole, 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.