A/N: This story was inspired by an interesting conversation I had with a friend. While matters of race are often fetishized in porn, I found that this approach isn't one that is presented/wanted often. Read the tags and if you aren't interested in this topic, feel free to read another story. This site is an amazing place to find stories of all types, and I w...
I've always been a big fan of football, not so much the game but the players. I think it all started when I was 18 and a senior in high school when I became intimately familiar with the football team. I was a bit of a nerd in high school. I ran around with the bookish crowd, but was not the most intellectual of the bunch. In my black plastic rimmed glasses...
Matt didn't see either Perry or Jocko through the next week, which permitted him to get into the rhythm of school. He had received a second letter from Dashad, and he fully intended to answer the letters soon, letting Dashad know he was settling in and that he missed Dashad—but not telling him, of course, what missing Dashad had made him do with Jocko—and ma...
My name is Shaun, and when I was an 18-year-old senior in high school, I was heavily recruited by several colleges to play football. As the lead scorer for my school, I was expecting to get several scholarship offers. The offer that finally got my attention was to a school in Indiana. They wanted me to play fullback, and the coach thought that I should be ab...
Every Sunday evening I played football with my friends from work, just a friendly kick about to keep fit. Afterwards I would walk back along the canal about two miles to get back home. I never saw anyone on this stretch of the canal, so was a great place to clear your mind. This Sunday after play, I followed my usual routine and started down the tow path. It...
"What? Studying on a beautiful Sunday morning?" Caught by surprise, Matt slipped the letter into the center drawer of his dorm desk and looked up at the door to see that his sometimes roommate, Perry Fitzhugh, was standing in the open doorway, dressed to the nines in his polo outfit. Matt hadn't even known what a polo outfit was—high leather boots rising to...
February 2010 "Justin tells me you'll take cock for fifty dollars." The massively muscular dark chocolate Tulane all-American fullback, dressed only in athletic shorts, showing off the physique of a god, completely filled the doorway of the small basement bedroom in the Alpha Tau fraternity house. He was leaning against one side of the door frame, his musc...
I'm sitting on the couch in my cousin's beach house. It's the end of the football season and while no one else was keen for a team trip to the beach, my mate Jack had decided that shouldn't stop the two of us from getting a bit of sun. We'd arrived the night before and after a couple of beers we'd retired to our separate rooms to sleep after a full day's tra...
Mr. Crosby, Rick's probation officer, was busily moving papers from one stack to another—and then, seemingly back again—and even took two calls and didn't hurry disconnecting them, as Rick sat across the desk from him and fidgeted. Rick's schedule was tight. He was expected at Groton's house within the hour. The appointment wasn't to mow the yard this time;...
Billy sat in the cafeteria with three of his friends. They talked about their chemistry class and the quirks of their professor...until the conversation abruptly came to a halt. They all looked at the three football players that had approached their table. They didn't say they were football players, but their school t-shirts and the fact two of them were ove...