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A League of Thier OwnIf you were asked, could you name the most famous person you went to school with? How about the most well-known person from your class? For me the answer is easy, it would be Randy Conner, former NBA player and my best friend.I’ve known Randy since we were in 4th grade, Randy’s family lived four houses down the street from mine and our parents were good friends. We did everything together; we went fishing with my father, took our younger sisters to the movies, ate at each other’s house for dinner three or four nights a week, he was only two months older than me and he was truly a great friend. The thing we liked to do the most was play basketball, Randy’s father was the basketball coach for our high school and he taught us the fundamentals of the game. Randy was a better athlete than I was and he played the game much harder, I have always considered him a better player than me. But his father still pushed me hard to be a good shooter and I was a starter for three years.We were state runner up in our Junior year and won the state championship our Senior year, the first state championship for our school. Randy was the best player on our team and led the team in most statistics like scoring, rebounds and assists. I was a better shooter than a defensive player but we made a hell of a duo. Randy received a scholarship to play ball at a major college. In his Junior year, he led them to the Final Four. After graduating, he was selected 9th in the NBA draft and played for 7 seasons including making the All-Star team twice. Despite helping his team make the playoffs four of the five years with them, Randy was traded and injured his foot his first year with his new team. He returned the next year but decided to retire because as he told me, he had lost a step and just felt like he wasn’t the same. Randy invested his money wisely through his playing days and by the time he and his wife, Lori returned to our hometown to live, he was worth over 20 million dollars. Along with some investors, Randy build a luxurious, state of the art health club with all the amenities. He also had built a separate small basketball gym next to it, he envisioned creating his own three on three basketball league inviting the best players in the area.He named it, The Big 9, because there were 9 teams in the league. Every individual player put in $3000 in a pot to play in the league, Randy insisted that he pay for mine and our teammate Charles Simms’s fee. Charles was a former college roommate living in the area. Each team played each other once and the team with the best record won the pot. If there was a tie, the teams would play a championship game, but so far that hasn’t happened. Because the seasons only take a little over three months, we play two a year. We played our first two last year and have only came in third and second the first two seasons. We went 5-3 our first season and Randy was pissed, mostly with himself. His foot gave him some problems (he developed bursitis in it) and my shooting was horrible, the next season we went 6-2 but finished one game behind the league champion that season. We really should have won more games even though Randy played better, I felt like the losses were my fault, I should have scored more, but there is a reason my head hasn’t been in the game. During the first season, our third game was canceled due to a player not showing up. When I returned much earlier than I was expected, I found my wife in our bed with her co-worker. I found out that they had just started an affair a few months earlier. We separated a few months after that. All through last year my head just hasn’t been right. I offered to leave the team in the second season but Randy wouldn’t hear of it. He told me we would get by and insisted I stayed; he knew playing basketball was actually good therapy for me. I have always loved to play basketball. Like Randy, I got a scholarship but to a much smaller school and started my last two years. I got a degree in sports management and took a job in the front office with a professional team in Atlanta. Also like Randy, I married my high school sweetheart and moved back to our home town. It was great to have Randy and Lori back home and the first couple of years it was fun having the four of us together. I gave my ex the house, a car and some of our savings. I started over and am trying to adjust. In February we started a new season, it might just be what I need to get out of this funk. Going into our third season, we prepared more than ever before even running a few scrimmages and developing game plans. I know he doesn’t need the money (he even told Charles and me we could have his share of the pot if we win), he just plays for pride, I guess. There were somethings about this league that perplexed me and didn’t make sense, but I was afraid to mention them to Randy because he worked so hard to put it together and I didn’t want to insult him. I mean he spared no expense with the league or the gym for that matter. Although the court was smaller to accommodate a game of three on three, we had a full score board, shot clocks and Randy hired people to keep score, time and referee the games. There were some bleachers so friends and family could come and watch and a full locker room for this gym with showers. The things that seems strange was how every other team was comprised of a white player and two black players and how the teams reacted when they won or lost. If a team lost the black players were all smiles and even seemed to congratulate themselves, while the white player sometimes stormed off, seeming a little too upset with the loss. If a team won, the white player was excited and gave high fives while the black players seemed a little serene with the win. Every white player in the league except me, wore knee pads and elbow pads every game. The other thing was that the games were always played late, usually starting when the rest of the health club closed at 9pm. We never played more than one game a night. I just thought it was strange that we didn’t fit any games earlier since they usually lasted about an hour. Our first game was tough, the two black players were tall and quick and we had to rely on our outside shooting since Charles was the tallest guy on our team (I’m 6’3″ and Randy is 6′ 1″ foot tall). I took the final shot and nailed the shot to win the game. Once again, the reactions were not what you would expect. The white player on the other team just got his gear and took off, not even congratulating anyone. Charles actually acted pissed and barely spoke to me before he left. The black players were smiling and shaking Randy’s hand talking to him near the bleachers. They looked like they were having a deep conversation while the refs, scorekeepers and game watchers were filing out of the gym. I decided to get my shower and change. It was pretty customary for Randy to stay behind; he would lock up the gym and head to his office in the main building to do some late work.The most bizarre thing happened in the locker room, as I finished my shower and was leaving, the two men from the opposing team were coming in to shower. One turned to me and asked, “Sure you don’t want to change your mind?” “Huh?” I responded.”Your going to miss the fun.” He said.”What fun?” I asked perplexed.”Never mind, I thought you knew.” He said and started to take his shower. I got dressed and in a foggy mindset I left the gym, I looked for Randy but he wasn’t around. When I got to my car, I realized that I had left my sneakers in the locker room. My mind was too much on the guy’s question. I debated if I should leave them, even starting the car but I thought I better go get them. When I got to the gym I found it was locked and most of the lights were turned off. I have a key to the door that Randy gave me to use the court to practice with and entered from the side. The locker room doesn’t have a door entrance just a wall that provides privacy from those on the other side and when I entered the lights were off making the locker room pitch black. But as I tuned the corner, I heard a loud moan that unmistakably belonged to Randy. The door to a room that was next to the showers was open with lights on, I assumed it was a water heater room or maintenance room. When I could see inside from about 20 feet, the image I saw shocked me to my core, even more than when I caught my wife cheating on me. Inside was Randy on his knees, with the two black opposing players standing on each side of him. They were nude and dripping wet from their shower, Randy was still in his full basketball uniform. Both were sporting huge erections and they were gripping them from the base of their cocks. Easily over ten inches long, since they were about the same height, their cocks lined up perfectly. Randy was moaning loudly as he was flickering and running his tongue up and down between the two men’s bulbous heads. Saliva was dripping wildly out of his mouth and pouring off each man’s thick head. Although he was fully clothed in his uniform, Randy had one hand pulling the waistline of his shorts out while his other hand was obviously masturbating his cock. The men were talking loudly. “Mmmm, lick that head man.” The first man said, his hand on Randy’s shoulder.”That’s it white boy, give up that tongue.” His teammate added.I thought Randy was being ****d for a second and was about to charge in the room, but it only took a few seconds to her Randy’s moan and see the expression on his face, he was in ecstasy and fully enjoying it. I slipped back into the darkness more, but got an angle that would reveal everything that was going on. “Now lick our shafts motherfucker.” The second man commands Randy. My friend immediately ran his tongue down each man’s amazing length, continuing to wetten each with a constant supply of saliva. “Oh yeah, nice and wet. Good boy.” The one with his hand on Randy’s shoulder said. Randy is whimpering as he continues, I have never seen him so vulnerable, yet so excited for that matter. His hand is stroking his cock at an incredible pace while he holds his shorts as open as he can pull it out, he is mad with lust and sexual fever. “You really wanted to win this one didn’t you superstar?” The man with the hand on Randy’s shoulder asked. His cock could be about 11 or 12″ and impressively thick. “Yes, oh yes I did.” Randy answers. “Big win.” He slides his kadıköy escort tongue to the other cock which looks like it’s about 10″ itself. “Big, big win. Well worth the effort.” As Randy is running his tongue along both black cocks, you can see that all three men are enjoying his efforts tremendously, Randy the most. “Damn Reggie,” the other man says. “This white boy loves him some black cock. Those brothers weren’t lying.” “Yeah, I like his tongue, but let’s see if he can suck black cock as good as they say.” The other man says. “You ready white boy, you ready do see if you can really do us right?” “Yeah man, suck them cocks whitey.” The man who had his hand on Randy’s shoulder, then grabs his head and turns it to him to have Randy face him. He quickly trusts his huge black cock between Randy’s lips and stuffs it deep. Randy lets out a loud moan and the man with a grip on the back of Randy’s head starts to fuck his mouth. His teammate begins to smack the side of Randy’s face with his dangerous dick and the smacking sound is loud. Randy moans louder despite being full of black cock. Suddenly, the clear, obvious evidence of cum shooting out of his shorts can be seen. It was then I felt scared and quickly, quietly left the locker room and headed to my car. I had popped a hard-on and panicked. I sped home nearly causing two wrecks by running a red light and a stop sign. I couldn’t get the image of Randy with those two men out of my head. When I got home, I jumped in the shower and put the water on cold. I hoped the cold water would kill my erection, clear my head and put me in a right frame of mind. I could see Randy kneeling there and licking on those large black men, the sound, the look on his face, what they were saying. The image quickly morphed to me taking his place; licking, sucking and worshiping both of those sizeable ebony penises. The men telling me to suck them and praising my oral skill. I started to stroke my cock and came within two minutes. I jumped into bed frustrated and confused. I tossed and turned, not being able to fall asleep. Upset at my state of mind, I jumped out of bed and went to my desk and got on my computer. I did a search for INTERRACIAL GAY PORN and watched videos of white men sucking on big black cock and being fucked by them. I ejaculated three more times that night. The next morning, I called my office and told them I would be working at home. I waited until noon to call Randy. “Hey, you left your shoes in the locker.” He says oblivious that I knew his secret.”Yeah, I was hoping to come over and pick them up.” I tell him.”I got them in my office. Come over anytime.” He tells me.”Randy? We need to talk.” I say in a deadly serious tone.”Whats wrong?””I think its better if we talk face to face. I’m coming to your office; can we talk there?” I ask.”Sure. Come on over.” He tells me.I get there within an hour. His secretary tells me he was expecting me and lets me right in. When I walk in the roomy office, Randy comes around the desk to shake my hand and asks me to take a seat. He then walks to the door, tells his secretary to hold any calls and not to be disturbed, he closes and locks the door. As he is walking back, I can see a video on his screen of me leaving the locker room, you can see I’m leaving in a huff. He knows what I saw.About 20 seconds of silence happens after he sits down. We are both looking for words. I begin to speak. “Randy, I just thought…””Kevin, I’m bisexual.” Randy interrupts. “…and I’m attracted to well-endowed black men.” “How long have you realized this?” It was the first thing that I was curious about.”Since I was 18. It’s basically your fault.” He says.”Mine?” I’m shocked and confused. “What do I have to do with black men.” “Remember the summer after we graduated, my folks got that cabin for us so we could have one more getaway before we left for college. We took the girls with us and that Saturday night we were playing drinking games. The girls passed out after just a couple of hours and we stayed up taking.””I don’t even remember the girls passing out.” I admit.”Yeah, you were pretty drunk yourself. We went out on the porch facing the lake and started talking and joking around. You made a statement that although I was a better basketball player, you had a bigger dick. You even challenged me then and there. So, I stood up and opened my pants, you opened yours and pulled out your cock. I was pretty impressed, it wasn’t just bigger than mine it was really big, like nine inches.” Suddenly Randy seems to get emotional, putting his head down.” “You started to stroke it and I was just staring in amazement, then you passed out. You were lying there with your cock still hard and I…I went over to you and started…sucking it. I must have done it for about two minutes and then the guilt hit me. I’m so sorry Kevin, I was so ashamed and felt so guilty I stopped and threw up. I tucked you back in your pants. The next morning, I asked if you remembered anything and you said you didn’t. I felt such a relief and decided I would never do anything like that or think about what I did to you.”Seeing his pain, I didn’t want his guilt to endure, “Randy, it’s ok. I’m not mad.”He took a deep breath of relief. “Thank you, man. I felt like I took advantage of you, it’s bothered me for a long time.” He then continued. “I didn’t think anything like that would ever happen again but during the middle of my first year in college, I was in my dorm room reading a book for literature class when my roommate Charles Simms burst into our room screaming, “That bitch how could she just leave me like that!” Apparently, his date got him all worked up sexually and then left, leaving him horny and frustrated. He walked up to my bed and pulled out his erect 10″ cock and said, “See what she left me with.” It was probably meant as a joke, but seeing his huge piece of dark meat just inches from my face ignited my own fire and I jumped on it and started sucking it. Charles was like, “Hey, hey, hey…I’m not gay!” and pulled it out of my mouth. I just lied there and wiped my mouth. Before I could apologize and tell him I didn’t know what came over me, he stuck it back in my mouth. I sucked him for an hour and he eventually came all over my face. It was my first black cock I had sucked and I loved it, I knew it was my weakness, my passion. Charles enjoyed it a lot as well and would let me suck it once or twice a week until he graduated at the end of my sophomore year. We developed a friends with benefits kind of relationship.” Listening to his story, I had to know how he kept the secret from his wife, Lori. “Has Lori ever suspected?””Oh, Lori knows, she knew after the first night I sucked Charles’ cock. I called her at the college she was attending and told her the whole story what happened. I told her that I still loved her and that I wanted to marry her, but that I knew I had a strong attraction to big black cocks. She slept on it and called me the next day and told me that she understood and supported me. After a couple of months, she said that the whole ideal of me sucking a big black cock turned her on and she wanted to watch and join. I asked Charles, he said he was game and in my second year she joined us a few times. Charles is one of our favorite black cocks to suck on together, that why he moved in the area after his career in Europe was over.”I was stunned by his confession and intrigued. He continued, “I didn’t touch another black man until I got in the pros and we drafted Avon Cooper.” “THE FORMER MVP…the power forward?!” I asked completely surprised.”Kevin you should see this guy, he’s 6’10” and has cock 12″ long and as thick as a kielbasa and he cums like a super soaker!” They put me together with him, sharing hotel rooms on the road and it just naturally happened early in our first season together. I told Lori about how huge his cock was and how delicious his cum is and before the playoffs that year she sucked him too. Lori and Avon hit it off so well, the next season I flew her out to several of our road games and either she or both of us performed on him. He still comes over whenever he plays Atlanta.”His stories were incredible but I was afraid his ability to pick up black men was going to be his undoing, like if someone in the league were to reject his advances. “Randy, why do you have to seduce the guys in the league. It might cause trouble.””Huh?” He was perplexed with my suggestion. “Randy, you’re going kill this league, its not for you to pick up black men!” I raised my voice to try to get him to understand.”That’s exactly what it’s for!” I was confused. Randy continued, “Kevin, you’re my friend and its time you knew the truth.”As he explained everything, I sat in amazement that I had been playing in a basketball league that actually fronted for a way for white men to meet black men for sex. When he retired and was building the club, Randy knew he wanted to continue his lifestyle of being with hung black men, he also knew there were many other white men who had the same attraction. He came up with the idea for the league to make it possible for them to hook up and have some good fun in the process. He created ads on adult interracial websites, swinger magazines and gay/bi dating services. The league would have solid rules that had to be followed and that if you broke any of them, you could be banned. Teams would consist of two black men called givers and one white player, a taker. If a team won the givers from the losing team would have their way with the taker in a room that Randy had installed in the locker room once everyone left. The stipulation is the givers call the shots and the takers have to do everything the givers want. Only the basics of sex; fucking, sucking, masturbation and massaging were allowed. Light bondage was allowed after it was ratified before the second season but not to the level of S&M. The only bodily functions that could be shared was semen and saliva, anything more was out. Verbal abuse and domination were allowed but as long as it wasn’t too harsh. A taker had to have his uniform completely on before the start, this included the pads (usually to make them comfortable when giving head and other activities) and if the givers wanted anything removed, they could do it. Randy also explained that a taker üsküdar escort could cum as many times as he wanted to (he later told me I watched the first of two orgasms that night) but when a giver came, he had to leave in five minutes. Randy said that rule was enacted after the first season for a few reasons, mainly for the taker and to keep the after-game sessions from going all night. Even with that he said the givers were prone to lasting for well aver an hour or two, their stamina was no myth. My first question was if the givers got this sex for loosing, how could the league prevent tanking or teams loosing on purpose? Randy explained that the entry fee was lager for takers, each one of them put in $10,000 and that George Davies of Davies Honda, who had been in the league since the first year and was the only player besides Randy, Charles and myself who played in every season donated a car to each member of the team that won the championship. So, there was a tremendous incentive to win. Plus, if any player was suspected of losing on purpose, he would be banned. Randy also explained that all of the players were carefully screened in many ways. First, they were checked out and either approved or rejected from the initial screening by their photographs. Randy only wanted the biggest cocks, along with a picture proving their size he only advanced the men who were 9″ or bigger. The white men who would play as takers were given a pass on this part but had to make the league like everyone in the second round. For the second round they tried out on the court, both givers and takers. Randy hired an NBA scout to make the determination and place them in their respective teams (except for Randy’s team). The first year saw 18 men not make the league, the second season saw 26 get rejected and because of the turnout we had the reject 34, some who had made the league in previous seasons. Randy thought heavily about expanding the league or having two different ones run at the same time, but he decided to hold on to what we were doing for now. It all sounded incredible to my ears and I was trying to process the whole story when Randy hit me with a shocker. “Would you like to join me for the next game, if we win?” He was inviting me to have sex with two black men, I didn’t know what to say.”Here let me just give you some incentive.” He said as he looked up a file on his computer and swung the screen around to show me. There was a picture of a muscle covered chocolate colored skinned man with a huge cock on the screen. “This is Bobby Watson, he played linebacker in college football.” Randy said. The next picture showed his incredible cock laying on a table, there was a ruler laying next to it starting from the base of his cock. The head was past the end of the ruler by an inch or so, his thickness made the ruler look thin. “That’s at least a 13″ cock and nearly 8″ in circumference. It has to be the biggest cock I have ever laid eye on. Two weeks ago, Bobby send every taker in the league an E-mail, would you like to read it?” I nodded my head yes, Randy once again searched on his computer and spun the screen around. The E-mail read:To all the Big Nine takers,My name is Bobby Watson and here is a picture of me attached to this e-mail, as you can see, I bring some serious motivation for you to win this year. My cock is huge and I know how to use it. For the past two years I have discovered I love to make white men suck my big black cock and if I really like you, I will even fuck you with it. But don’t think I am going to just let you win, you better bring you’re a-game white boys! If you don’t believe me you can call my old defensive coach from college, he was the second man I ever fucked and I rocked his world. Call him at 555-555-2647 and he will tell you how good my cock is to have in your mouth and ass, guaranteed. If I don’t make you cum three times before I shoot my first load, I’ll quit the league. I promise. I talk the talk and walk the walk so get ready for me,Bobby”I called his coach and he confirmed everything, told me Bobby is the real deal in every way. He never thought he was bi until Bobby got a hold of him after their final season together.” Randy said. “I could hear the unmitigated attraction and lust for Bobby’s cock in his voice, Kevin. He’s a total black stud and I want to win this game very badly. If you want to try your first black cock you can help me with him and the other guy who is on his team who is very impressive himself.” Randy then pulled another picture of a young black man who looked like he was 20 or 21 with dreadlocks and a cock that was easily 10″ long. “What do you think?” Randy asked.”I don’t know, it’s a lot to think about.” I answered. I said goodbye to Randy and headed home, more confused, astonished and aroused as ever. It was hard to admit even to Randy that the thought of sucking a big black cock was appealing, but was it just a fantasy for jerking off or would I enjoy the real thing. If I did it would I feel regret and shame the rest of my life or would I make it a part of my sex lifestyle like Randy? For the next several days I thought about it deeply and came to the conclusion that it probably wasn’t for me. I had stopped jerking off to interracial porn and called Randy to tell him that while I wasn’t going to quit the league, I was going to pass on his invitation to join him after the game. “Are you sure?” He double checked.”Yeah, it’s just not for me, but don’t worry, nothing has changed between us.” I mean the last thing I said, it was important he understood this. The next evening was our game, scheduled at 9:00 pm as usual, I got to the gym before everyone else to get some warmup shots in because I knew the game was important to Randy and I wanted to see him win and collect his prize. By 8:45 everyone was here including our opponents. The white man on the team was a 5’10” brunette man who looked like he was in his early 30’s. He was certainly looking over Charles and Charles was checking him out as well. Everything that had always seemed odd made sense now. When I first saw Bobby and Antwone, I felt a rush of excitement. They were imposing physically; Booby was built like a tank and Antwone was tall and athletic but what made me almost swallow my tongue was how Bobby’s cock just flopped around inside his basketball shorts. It’s quite possible that he wasn’t wearing anything underneath and was trying to intimidate us by showing off his manhood as well as he could. It was working.With the game about to start, Randy went over our game plan. With their size (in more ways than one) and height advantage, we were going to have to set good screens and take high percentage shots. Defensively we would have to shut down passing lanes and try to steal the ball more than rebound. When the game started, Bobby proved to be a true trash talker and tried to play mind games with us while also putting in our head what we would get if we won the game. After I sank my first jumper, Bobby said in a volume only I could hear as we were guarding each other, “Nice, my cock is going to love you!” The image of me sucking that humongous black cock started to enter my mind and I missed my second shot. A little while later in the game I had my back on Bobby and he came up to me taking a defensive stance but was so close I could feel his half erect cock on me. “You feel that? You feel that?” He said ominously, “That’s what you will get if you win.” It was distracting. On the first timeout, we huddled on our bench. I leaned over to Randy and said “I’m in.” He smiled and knew exactly what I meant and why I said it. I felt like a huge weight was off my shoulders and an unexplainable freedom. It was also a clear feeling of excitement and adrenalin that rushed over me and my game suddenly went from ok to amazing. I hot shot after shot and while they dominated inside, we were killing the nets from the outside. By half time we were down by two points but we were not only very much in the game but confident we could win. Randy went to speak to the two black opponents to explain that I would join them if we won. He walked back with a pained look on his face, as if he received bad news. “Whats wrong, they said no?” I asked.”No, they said they just wanted you. I’m out if we win.” Randy said solemnly. “No, no that’s not fair. I’m going to talk to…” “No! Its ok Kevin, really.” Randy said. “Its what they want and I am happy for you. Now let’s win this game so you can have some fun.” Of course, Charles wasn’t as ecstatic to hear this but he did play hard the second half. It was nip and tuck and in the last minute, they had a two-point lead and the ball. Their taker drove the lane but was blocked by Charles, with no rebound Randy went up for a shot and scored, we were now tied. They inbounded with :30 and after a couple of passes, Randy got a steal and passed it to Charles who took a shot but missed. Randy got the rebound but with Bobby and Antwone on him he passed it out to me and with :05 seconds I took the shot. Swish! It went in and when Bobby missed the last shot, we won the game. Randy came over to me with a big smile and gave me a high five. “We won! Oh wow, are you in for some experience.” He said in my ear. We all shook hands with Bobby and Antwone, both telling me that I would see them soon. Randy told me to go to the room next to the shower and wait on them. It was customary for the givers to take a shower for the taker. He reminded me that I as to remain in my uniform and wait for them. As everyone else started to file out of the gym, I walked back into the locker room and went into the room by the showers.There was an odd mix of décor inside, but it made sense now that I knew what went on in the room. In the corner was a thick, king-sized mattress with a single clean bedsheet covering it, a table next to it with two stacks of towels on it, in its drawer was KY-Gel, some oils and various sexual aids. The wall had a few bondage items like a soft rope and a leather strap for tying hands. In the middle of the room was a small spongy pad and I had to assume it was for takers to kneel on. I took a deep breath when it really hit me what I was about to get myself into. When I heard the sound of the showers running, I got really nervous.I started to pace back and forth in the room, biting my nails. Suddenly a voice was heard, tuzla escort “You’re going to weird them out if you come across too nervous.” It was Randy on some kind of PA system.”Are you watching me?” I suddenly felt kind of weird knowing he was viewing me.”Well, I do need to know when people are done. It can get late so I keep an eye on them, to know when I can come up and lock up and it can be entertaining. If you prefer, I’ll stop watching.” “No, no. I watched you. I guess its only fair.” “Have fun!” As soon as Randy said that, the showers stopped and I knew it would only be a matter of seconds. Bobby and Antwone walked into the room still dripping wet from their shower. Both men’s cocks were semi-erect and already looking incredibly intimidating. They took an aggressive and dominating position to my left and right and looked me up and down, as if I was their prey. “Oh yeah,” Bobby exclaimed. “This will do. This… will… do!””Come on white boy, don’t be shy.” Antwone tell me. “Go ahead. You know you want it in your hands.” I look down at their throbbing members and reach a hand out for each of their growing black cocks. My first inclination is how thick they are and how they are obviously growing with each second. I close my eyes in disbelief as to what I am about to do. They sense my nervousness and are obvious to the fact that this is my first time. Without a word, I am pushed down by my shoulders on both sides and when I open my eyes, I am facing two huge black cocks. With my hands gripping and stroking them I see that they have nearly reached maximum density and stiffness. I turn to Antwone’s beautiful ebony manhood and stuff it in my mouth without any hesitation. “Oh yeah!” He says in delight. For days I imagined what sucking a black cock would be like and now I’m doing it. More vigorously and passionately than even I dreamed I would. I stroke Bobby’s monstrous cock and turn my head to face it. His is even longer and thicker than Antwone’s, whose is very big and daunting, but Bobby’s is simply in a league of his own. I open my mouth wide and take his in as deep as I can, sucking like a madman. The power it exudes is real and formidable. Having a cock in your mouth like Bobby’s really makes you feel alive. It is both frightening and empowering. I give both cocks equal treatment not wanting to show favoritism, while I suck one, I stroke the other. The men are matching me in moans since we are all three enjoying the action. When each one is in my mouth, I try desperately to take it as deep in my mouth as I can. They are both a mouthful and I am lucky to get a fraction in my mouth, but I try with all my might. “Ahhhhhh, fuck!” Antwone yells out. “This boy is better than the one last week!” My guess is they lost the first game as well. “You like sucking black cock? Lick my balls if you do white boy.” I immediately lift his heavy cock and begin to lick and suck on his balls. “You see that Bobby? This white boy must love some black cock!” With that Bobby stands closer to Antwone, he lifts up his cock and now both pairs of huge balls are just an inch from each other. I lick and suck on them both, even cupping both nut sacks in my hands. Both are clean shaven and smooth; in the meanwhile, I take both cocks in my hands and return to stroking them as I worship their balls. “Now lick our cocks like that honkey.” Bobby commands. I lick up and down each dark shaft of their tremendously lengthy cocks. Bobby’s is very veiny as it exudes a powerful erection. Antwone’s is very long too and I succeed in spreading my saliva along both black shafts. I return to sucking both cocks and while one is out of my mouth, the owner simply rubs the head all over my face as I excitingly suck the other. My cock strains inside my shorts, I am sporting a blistering solid erection of my own. I tug my shorts down over my hips and down to my thighs as my own 9″ cock pops out. “Shit! Look at this white boy!” Antwone says. “He got him a big ole’ cock himself!””Damn, man.” Bobby answers. “I never seen a white dick that big!” Their reaction just seals the fact that I need to jack off. I continue on both heavy dicks as I furiously stroke my own. Due to the excitement of sucking my first big black cocks, their approval of mine and getting my hand on it, I blow a load in just a few minutes. “Oh God!” I scream. “Oh! Ohhhhhh! I’m cumming!” My load covers the mat I am kneeling on and even hits the floor. After finishing out the last few drops, I handle both cocks again as I continue to suck each monster with passion. It has been nearly 45 minutes since we started. I look up to see the men are whispering something between them. When I switch back to Bobby he begins to walk backward and backs down to the mattress. I keep his cock in my mouth as he lays down. His legs are spread wide as I nestle in between them keeping his cock buried between my lips. With my shorts still pulled down to my knees, I feel Antwone positioning me with my ass in the air. He rubs some KY on my asshole. I realize he is about to penetrate me.I turn my head back to tell him, “No, no just sucking. I have never had a black cock in me before!” He pays me no attention as he squeezes some KY on his cock and works it on his cock. “No!” I protest, “Please don’t fuck me. Your too big, it won’t fit!” He grabs the base of his cock and takes a hold of my hip. “You can’t! It won’t go… Oh! Oh my God!” His head has already slid in. “No, no, no…Ohhhh!” I scream in protest as his enormous ebony prick pushes deeper. “No, no… yes, YES!” I realize he is deep in me and the feeling is outstanding. It is tight and slightly painful but the pleasure it is giving me has erased all fear and doubt.Antwone begins to fuck me hard as I stuff Bobby’s cock back into my mouth. Now both black studs are taking advantage of both of my holes and I am actually the lucky one for it. Antwone’s strokes are masterful and talented, he uses speed, power with a touch of finesse as he pushes his 10″ black cock in me. My cock hardens again as he punishes my asshole. I devour Bobby’s cock with everything I can. Bobby notices my aggression and says “If you are trying to make me cum, good luck. I know you want me to blow before I get your ass, but it ain’t going to work.”He was actually right, I figured if I made him cum, I wouldn’t have to have him fuck me which will be an even greater challenge to take than Antwone. After nearly 20 minutes of this torrid action Bobby decides I am ready. The two switch and I am laid on my back, my hard cock sticking straight in the air. Bobby reapplies a fresh coat of KY and covers his cock as well. If it hadn’t been for Antwone conditioning my asshole, it might not have worked but Bobby got his thick dick in me. Antwone keels to the side of my face and I lick his balls as he jacks off. With Bobby pushing his cock slowly inside me, I grab my cock and begin to stoke again. I am also licking Antwone’s balls feverishly as well as sucking on them. He is jacking his tool and admiring the sight as Bobby has finally slid his cock in me and begins to fuck me. Oddly, as copious and immense as that black cock is, he has a gentle, incredibly masterful technique which is much more pleasing than uncomfortable. My own cock is straining and throbbing intensely as I too am enjoying the view and the sensation. “Oh shit! Your asshole feels so good!” Bobby tells me. “Come on baby, you want to cum. You know you do.” His words feel more relaxing and arousing. I am matching the speed of my stokes with the speed of his in my ass. I am also licking the beautiful balls of Antwone as they tighten and feel like they will explode. “Yeah!” He screams. “Fuck yeah!” And I see streams of white jizz being shot all over my body. I take a ball and suck on it as the last couple of loads hit me. He is still stroking, although he is shooting blanks now, the sensation is obviously still intense. Within 20 seconds, I moan outload and my cock erupts with its own impressive load of cum, mixed in with Antwone’s there is a lot of cum all over my body. Both men seemed pleased with my display and Bobby pulls his tremendous cock out of my ass. “Well, I’m out.” Antwone says. He gives a handshake to both me and Bobby, excusing himself to the showers, leaving the two of us alone. I am spent physically. My asshole well fucked and my mouth & tongue sore from the workout. Bobby kindly hands me a towel to wipe the massive amount of cum off of me and cleans his cock off. It is still erect and I know he is ready to shoot but I remember his promise in his email; I will have to cum again before he does.Although I am drained, I am certain I probably have another orgasm in me feeling so aroused still but what happens next is the most shocking thing of the night. Bobby lays me down and then lays the opposite way next to me. He takes his cock and put to up to my lips and I am happy to return it back between my lips. “I’ve wanted to suck this when I first saw it.” He says in a soft voice and to my shock he puts my stiffening cock in his mouth.We begin to 69, laying side by side. My white body & cock entwined with his ebony body & cock. We start a 30-minute coupling of oral sex, passionate kisses on each other’s penis and lots of verbal admiration of each other’s manhood.”Fuck, you got a hot cock!” Bobby says.”I love your big black cock!” I tell him.”Mmmm, my first white cock, I love it.” He says to me while kissing it. “Jesus, this joint is so big!” I tell him.If this is Bobby’s first time to suck one, I am impressed. I can feel my third orgasm building as he takes my cock deep and soon, I fill his mouth with my own white seed. He in return within seconds fills my mouth and the amount is incredible. Maybe 11 or 12 loads shoot and make a mess of my face as well as fill my mouth. I happily swallow a good amount and we both lay there exhausted. The two of us shower and get dressed. Promising each other we will stay in touch. I head to Randy’s office and open the door. Just as I enter, he is shooting a large load in the air, watching a replay of the action between Bobby, Antwone and myself from earlier. “You’re just now cumming?” I joke.”Kevin, that’s my third load I have shot. That was fantastic!” He tells me. We get to my apartment and trade pleasantries. I nod off in the best sleep I have gotten in years.For the rest of the season we went undefeated. Sometimes Randy took on the givers alone, sometimes I did but for a couple of them we worked together. It was very hot. To show him our gratitude, we gave Charles Randy’s portion of the pool. We both got a car from winning, Randy passed. Next season we decided to let me get my own team and will be playing each other, I plan to win the opportunity to get as much black cock as I can!

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