A League of Their Own Pt. 02

At the end of our third season in the basketball league my best friend created, I was told I would be able to be a team captain or "taker" as our league labeled them. If you remember, our competitive league had one interesting twist that nearly everyone who watched the games (including myself until a couple of months ago) wasn't aware of, the winning "taker" had sex with the losing team's "givers". Each men's team was comprised of a white "taker" and two black "givers". It was a fun and interesting way everyone involved could enjoy some gay interracial sex.

Up until that fateful evening that I accidently caught my friend servicing two well-hung black men that we defeated in that night's match, I considered myself 100% straight. I had never had sex with another man, never thought I was capable of it but seeing Randy suck on those two huge black cocks not only ignited something deep inside me, but days later I would also have my first sexual experience with two black men, and I enjoyed it immensely. I had a few more experiences by the end of the season and loved it every time.

A couple of days after we wrapped the season, Randy called and asked me if I wanted to be a "taker". I told him I was interested but didn't think I could afford the fee they had to pay. All the other team captains were wealthy businessmen or professionals. He told me I didn't have to worry about that. He was going to pay my fee. Randy was a retired professional athlete. The health clubs he owned were doing very well and since this was his league, basically he could call the shots.

I told him I would do it and I got excited about going into the fourth season as a team captain but even more excited that I would be a "taker". Immediately I began to strategize & plan how I would manage my team and lead us. After all, I've been working for a local professional sports team for the past seven years, sports management was something I knew about. My goal was to win every week and get my rewards from the other team's "givers" after every game. I was still new to having sex with hung black men. Ever since my marriage ended and I got my first taste, I wanted all the big black cock I could get.

I was so confident and arrogant that I would be having interracial gay threesomes throughout the next season. I abstained from any sex for the three months we were out of season. Randy invited me a few times to come over and enjoy Charles, my teammate on Randy's team for the first three seasons. When he found out I was into black men like Randy was, he told Randy he would love to get with me. Believe me, it wasn't easy to pass on him. Randy had told me Charles was one of his favorite lovers of all the men he had had, but I didn't want to treat myself before the season. I figured if I was hungry, it would make me a better player and opponent.

I even passed on a chance to reunite with Bobby, the first black stud I ever had. It was hard to say no but I promised him I would call back at the end of the year. He wasn't too thrilled at my rejection. I think he took it much more personally than I intended. I was being silly, I know, but it just seemed more important that I kept my motivation high. I didn't even masturbate through the entire off-season, that was the most painful part. I physically suffered for a while because I was horny every day, thinking about the interracial sex I had been enjoying recently and really wanted more. It would be a decision that was tested the most at the start of the team selection week.

I felt tremendous nervousness and pressure on the first meeting with the "takers". Randy announced there would be eleven teams this season due to the high interest. The league had become infamous with the underground bi/gay community in and around Atlanta. More white men and even more black men had reached out to Randy and asked to be involved with the new season. Two previous "takers" dropped out, due to schedule conflicts. So, there were new faces at the first meeting.

Randy warned me this was going to be a "hard" evening. After going through the rules and what was expected from the men who would be essentially each team's captain, we would begin the process of selecting the men who would be invited to tryout on the next weekend. Randy told everyone that he had received the most applications than any of the previous years. A total of 126 men wanted to tryout. Many had played in previous years but there were going to be around 50 new faces, I was disappointed that Bobby didn't want to return.

Now in this conference room, secluded from any outside interruptions or people who didn't need to know what we were watching, were 11 white men aged from 29 to 41 that had three things in common. 1) we were all professionals or businessmen; I was the only one that wasn't extremely wealthy 2) we all played organized basketball at one time. Randy and two others played professionally, everyone else played at least some college ball and 3) all were either bi or gay and had a staggering attraction to black men. When we started to screen through the applicants, Randy would project a picture or video of the men on a screen and read to us some important details on their application that might help our decisions. Yes, we are talking nude photos or self-pleasure videos of each man who wanted to play in this league and the great majority of these men were amazingly well-endowed.

For those who never experienced this, like me and even some of the veterans who were seeing new applicants, this was a very interesting and arousing process. I can tell you there were audible gasps, sighs, even animated verbal responses when a picture was put up or a video was shown. We saw a lot of big black cocks; many simply blew the guys away. Most of the cocks were eight, nine, ten inches and quite a few were even longer. It took over two hours, I'm positive I was hard the whole time. I looked around and noticed other guys were shifting their erections to more comfortable positions in their pants, wiping the sweat from their forehead or just excusing themselves to leave the room for a few minutes. I would say if you had an attraction for big black cock, our screening was a pleasurable but intense experience. One man leaned into me as we watched a video of a guy shooting a massive load of cum from his huge black cock and whispered, "This is torture!"

We made the impossible decisions of each picking our favorite twenty men and the top fifty vote getters were invited to the basketball tryouts the next weekend. At those tryouts the applicants were put through a few drills and played some pickup games. I would like to say every man had some basketball skills, but there were men who weren't as talented an athlete as they were physically blessed underneath. This process was easier than the first one. The next day we had our draft and Randy informed everyone I would pick first.

My first choice was a no-brainer for me. Although I would have enjoyed beating him and tasting the fruits of my victory, I chose Gregory for my first "giver". He was also my first choice from the week before. Standing 6'7" he was a mountain of a man with a cock of a God! I estimated it was 11 to 12 inches and amazingly thick. When his picture was put up on the screen, it was of him on his feet, crouching with his knees open & bent, his cock touching the floor. Several men gasped and one man shouted, "Oh my God!". He certainly made an impression on everyone. In fact, when I announced him as my choice, a few guys clapped in approval. I'm sure they were happy they might get a chance to have him as a "giver".

I also took Keenon with my second pick, he was a tremendous shooter during the tryouts. My strategy was to load us with two good outside shooters but have a solid big man to collect rebounds and anchor our defense. We were given a couple of weeks to practice and work out any game plans. Randy said it was also traditional for the "taker" to get to know his players a little more... intimately. I passed, despite really wanting to hook up with them, especially Gregory.

Randy called me two days before the first game and asked how great Gregory was and how wonderful his cock is in person. He also had him picked first. In fact, Gregory was the highest vote getter of all the men in the group. "I haven't had sex with them." I informed Randy.

He was flabbergasted. "Why not!" He asked.

"I want to motivate myself to win, play harder and reward myself." I tried to explain that it would help my game and make my team harder to beat.

"What if you don't win, Kevin?" Randy suggested. "You know this is a competitive league, for many reasons. Our first year we lost quite a few games, and I thought we had the best team." He reminded me.

"Your foot was bothering you and I shot like crap. I realize there are good players in this league, but I'm competitive. You know this about me, I hate to lose, and I want to use this as a motivation." I shot back.

"Ok, ok... I don't know how you can pass up on Gregory. His application said he has never been with a white man. Who wouldn't love to be his first." Randy said. "Plus, you know you have a reputation now."

"What do you mean?" I asked puzzled, I had no idea what he was talking about.

"Seems like some of the returning guys you were with last season were really impressed with you. I heard they are calling you "White Chocolate", because you're white but hung like a black man." Randy chuckled. "You're probably the most desired white man in our league."

It seemed ironic that these black men who were so physically impressive could be captivated by me. Yeah, I have a nine-inch cock, I know I'm larger than a lot of men, but my stuff is dwarfed by most of these heavy hitters. It's flattering, but it didn't sway me to change my thinking.

"You are becoming very popular, Kevin. You might be our league's first "giver/taker"." He joked.

Randy seemed so relieved that I not only accepted his sexuality but joined him in enjoying black men too. We became closer in a way, and he was more gracious to me than ever before. I appreciated what he was doing, but I told him I was going to stay away from any sex until I won my games.

When our season started, all my confidence and bravado would soon be crushed. We lost our first two games of the ten-game season. Despite losing them by a total of two points, we were 0 and 2. Each game ended on a last second shot, either with the opposing team hitting it or the one game I missed a chance to win. On our third game, we had to forfeit when Keenon got hurt. He tore his MCL, and the game was called. League rules stated that Gregory still had to provide his "giver" duties, which had become the talk of the league. Seems like every team owner we lost to, raved about what he brought to that little room next to the showers. Randy teased me that we were becoming the team the other "takers" looked forward to playing... and beating. My team had become the matchup everyone was circling on their calendar.

I had a bigger problem; I had to find a replacement. Randy said I would have to find a player from the group that wasn't drafted a few weeks earlier. What I discovered was this was easier said than done. Guys were either busy with other things or just flat out said "no thanks". Randy suggested it was a case of hurt feelings more than anything else, but I would need to keep trying. I went down the list until I reached the names of guys I had crossed out during the tryouts. To my dismay, one person said he could play. It was a young man named Calvin.

With only some high school experience, Cal struck me as a subpar shooter and defender. His pictures were impressive though. He had done some modeling, even shot a few gay porn scenes a couple of years ago (which he also submitted one and we watched). He was one of the best-looking men who tried out, had an impressive physique and an eleven-inch cock. We added height but our outside game would suffer for sure. I dreaded that the season was lost. Our next game was going to be against Randy's team, but he agreed to reschedule to the end of the season, giving us a chance to get a little practice together. It didn't help.

Instead of losing close games, we started to lose by double digits. Our first game with Cal, I shot horribly, probably due to the pressure I was putting on myself. We had chemistry issues and were out of synch. As the losses piled up, the other team "takers" found that beating us was indeed a nice win. While I was in agony, the "takers" we played were in heaven. Apparently while Cal and Gregory didn't play well together on the court, they were a spectacular team as "givers".

Once, as we were warming up for a game, a "taker" from the team we lost to the week before, came up to me and thanked me for coupling them. He said it was the best spit roasting of his life. Randy told me the word was, experiencing Cal's fucking while sucking Gregory's big black cock was the best experience the other "takers" had by far. He told me I should just go have some fun with the guys. It would probably lessen the pain I was experiencing. Both Cal and Gregory asked me if I wanted to have a "private" practice a couple of times by the 7th game. I just wanted to end the worst season I ever had playing basketball.

Our last two games before the return game with Randy's team were better losses. Again, we started losing by a thin margin and we played our best games as a team. But I just shook my head in frustration (and a bit of envy) watching the opposing "takers" celebrating, knowing Cal & Gregory would be their reward. Our last opponent couldn't even wait until I got out of my shower and into my street clothes. I could hear him moaning in the sex room from the lockers. Now we had one more game to play, the makeup game with Randy's team.

I considered just forfeiting and letting Randy enjoy my "givers". I knew Randy was particularly interested in enjoying Gregory. He had caused a huge ruckus in our league. More and more I had heard this man's cock was simply the best. Other captains, who heard I had passed on a "private" workout, were calling me crazy for passing up on Gregory. Randy said many "takers" had suggested he should be an automatic pick for the next year. Although there was no official award, he was named the "giver" of the season. My competitive nature wouldn't let me quit, so I decided to go through with the make-up game.

When I got to the private gym Randy had built for the league, I was shocked to see it was basically empty. No clock manager/ score keeper to man the expensive scoreboard Randy installed in the gym. No referee he hired to help keep the games fair. There were even no spectators who were invited to watch but never aware of what happened in the back after the games. When I walked up to Randy, I asked if the game was cancelled.

"No, this will be a low-key game. We'll just play and see how it goes." His answer seemed evasive and strange.

I went into the locker room to change into our league uniform. Cal and Gregory came in and I thanked the guys for all their hard work and effort. I told them I wished we could have won some games, but I joked that they probably never enjoyed losing this much.

"Coach, I would have rather us won some and we did some celebrating on our own." Gregory said in his deep voice. Both Gregory and Cal called me Coach on and off the court. I was honored that they thought of me that highly and that they did want me that much, sexually. I assured them my passing up on any "private" get togethers was due to my pride, stubbornness and wanting to earn the privilege of enjoying what black men bring physically.

I confessed that I only recently discovered the joy of interracial sex with men, and while I enjoyed it tremendously, there was still some intimidation and apprehension of why I enjoyed it so much. I think they understood that if I earned the chance to be with black men, it was easier for me to enjoy the experience. I also explained that I wasn't good at losing and it really affected me throughout the season. We did a group hug, and I told them maybe next year.

We walked back to the court, I saw Randy talking to his long-time teammate Charles, and another person who shocked me to my core, Avon Cooper. Avon was Randy's teammate in the pros and a person he confessed quite a few stories about. He was one of the top players in the NBA, I was shocked he was even here. They were just about to start their preseason. Randy said his other "giver" couldn't make this game due to other commitments. Since this was a make-up game and the season was actually over, we would play under more "relaxed" rules.

I wanted to protest. My team, that couldn't win a game all season was going to play two professional basketball players and a guy who started for two years at a major college? It was an absolute mismatch. I guessed that Randy wanted to win and have his turn with my two teammates that everyone else raved about this season. Then I thought, Randy is my best friend. I know he really wants this. Why protest, why get upset. I decided to just play, have some fun and then let Randy REALLY have some fun.

The gym wasn't even fully lit up, just enough to play but not in bright lights. Randy also said he needed to lock the doors so nobody could get in the gym. It was after 7 pm and while the health club was open nearby, it was unlikely that anyone would make their way inside. I wondered why all the secrecy during the game. Sure, afterwords when Randy's players and I were gone, he wouldn't want to be disturbed, but before?

As we were about to start, I looked over at Avon saying hello to my team. He was an NBA superstar but hardly anyone in the public knew he was bisexual and ravenous for white men, according to Randy. Most of all I was trying to picture that twelve-inch cock Randy said he possessed. Avon owned the biggest, most beautiful cock Randy said he has ever seen. Randy told me Avon was his best lover, hands-down. But I had to look at him as the reason why I was going to lose this last game.

Randy used his iPhone as a timer and said we would play two 15-minute halves. The game started and immediately I could tell something was up. Avon hardly shot or passed. He would work like he wanted the ball low but was never fed the ball. Randy barely shot and Charles did most of the shooting, from down-town, which was odd because he played inside the paint throughout his career. He was never regarded as a jump shooter. I on the other hand couldn't miss and even Cal was playing better than ever. We were up by twelve points when the alarm on Randy's phone went off. While the players went to get some water, I took Randy by the arm and took him aside.

"Alright, what's going on?" I asked him sternly. "Why are you guys throwing this game?"

"Believe me, I am not letting you win." Randy said defiantly.

"There is no way my team should be beating yours." I told him.

"Look, Kevin, I know you've been taking it on the chin all season and I know how proud you are. I'm telling you the truth, I did not tell Charles or Avon to lie down for you. Are they playing to win? Maybe not, but they are not playing to lose."

I took in what he said but then I came back with a stern warning. "If my team wins and it is obvious that your team didn't try, I'm not going to play "taker" and I'm not playing in your league ever again." As I walked away, I could hear Randy asking me to come back.

When we started the second half, my anger turned into pure adrenaline, and I played like I never played before. Even Gregory yelled out "Damn coach! You're on fire!" When I netted a three-pointer with Randy in my face. We played hard and we played well. Randy's team should have beaten us, but they didn't really give the game away to us. They just simply gave us enough competition to say we earned the win. When it was over we scored eight more points than they did. As we walked off the court Randy said to me, "Enjoy it. You earned it, brother."

I apologized to Randy for losing my temper and told him that he has always been a great friend. The best I have ever had. Randy told me this one win could make up for the frustration I felt all season.

It dawned on me what he meant. I would be a "taker" to Charles and Avon. Two men who's cocks I had never seen (Charles never had to go through the screening process, Randy always put him on his team) but I knew were going to be something special because of Randy's descriptions. Randy asked me to walk him to the gym's front doors and handed me the keys to lock behind him. He told me I could give him the keys the next day and told me to enjoy the guys for as long as I wanted. Tonight, league rules didn't apply.

As I walked back through the gym and locker room, I didn't see Gregory or Cal. They must have left through the exit in the locker room. I wanted to say goodbye to them. It was strange, they both wanted to fuck me, and I turned them down multiple times. Now that I was about to encounter Charles and Avon, a part of me felt bad. It wasn't that I didn't want to have sex with them. Hell, after they became the favorites of all those other "takers", I became very curious of what they were like sexually... Gregory in particular. The image of his cock was burned in my mind for weeks and made my cock hard many times whenever I dwelled on it. I wondered if my horrible shooting this season was due to playing with a man who's cock I wanted to suck so much.

When I walked up to the room the "givers" and "takers" would meet in, I could hear the showers running and the lights in them were on. I figured Charles and Avon were washing up, so I opened the door and went in to wait for them. To my surprise, they were in the room waiting for me completely nude and dripping wet. They obviously just stepped out of the showers and didn't dry themselves a bit. Both were standing in front of a raised table behind them with their arms stretched out and hands gripping the table. Their pose was both menacing and intimidating. Charles stood with one foot crossed over in front of the other leg. Aven stood with his legs slightly apart. Their cocks while only slightly erect were hanging with a hefty and daunting appearance. I could immediately see why Randy always spoke so highly of their endowment.

It had been weeks, months actually, since I had seen a sizable black cock in person. It had been a very long time since I had one in my hands, too many hours since I enjoyed a black dick deep in my ass. I had often dreamed in those weeks of sucking a well-endowed black man, now there were two only feet away from me. I was going to shower, wash off all the sweat that covered me. Now, I couldn't bring myself to leave the room. I didn't even want to take my eyes off the impressive ebony genitalia in front of me.

Without a word, I grabbed a tumbling mat that was folded up and leaning against the wall. I could only imagine the sex that was performed on it. I folded it out and laid on it. I started to remove my clothes, starting with my high-top sneakers, socks and then my jersey. I watched as both men simply stood there, fixated on me. Their gaze was intense and there was a hunger in their eyes that made my insides quiver knowing that I was their prey. I put my shoulders on the mat and lifted my hips to remove my shorts. All that was left on me was my athletic supporter. I decided to pause and see what my "givers" would do.

It turned into a stare down, with both men not moving an inch but for one single body part. As they stood there, their eyes locked on me, their hands still out and gripping the table, both cocks started to twitch and grow. I sat on the mat with my hands behind me, supporting me as I was sitting up, admiring their cocks growing slowly in front of me. Their penises gradually became visibly thicker. Their heads started to poke out of their uncircumcised foreskins. Each man's cock started to rise and swell, it was like watching a loaf of bread baking in the oven. Still not a word was said.

I could feel my own cock hardening and making my jockstrap tighten. I decided to pull it to the side and expose my own cock, with it flopping out and throbbing mightily. Their eyes expressed not only approval, but their hard gaze turned to yearning, much like mine surely was. When the men took their cocks in their hands, I followed suit. The three of us were stroking ourselves in unison, as we watched each other. We were building our lust to unquestionable heights. Our cocks got harder and harder. I moaned, clenched my eyes and filled my mind with what I was going to do with these men. I watched them as they gave my body and penis a look of absolute approval. Their dicks were reaching a level that made me want to beg them to come to me.

Suddenly I heard the door open behind me and I nearly jumped out of my skin. I turned to see both Gregory and Cal walking in, totally naked and dripping wet like Charles and Avon were. I surmised quickly that they were the ones who were in the shower. I had to take a deep, trembling breath when I saw these men on top of what was already in front of me. Even though I had the pleasure of seeing pictures and videos of Gregory and Cal, now they were in front of me and their cocks were absolutely stunning.

"Coach, you didn't think we were just gonna walk out now did you?" Gregory's bass voice boomed out. "I played this whole season and I'm not gonna let the white boy I really want get away."

I could actually feel my skin tingling and my stomach churning with nervous excitement. Gregory and Cal stepped up to me and started to jerk off their cocks like the three of us were already doing. Charles and Avon stepped away from the table and the four men made a semi-circle around me. These four EXTREMELY well-endowed black men had encompassed me as I was laying on the mat. My breathing was clearly trembling, and I could feel blood rushing to my face. I'm sure my face and chest were glowing red with pure sexual exhilaration.

I was surrounded by four tall, ebony studs. Totally naked and still dripping wet. Their black skin glowed with their skin shiny with the water still dripping off. Each one was now fully erect. They were surveying me from head to toe with an approving gaze. I was as flattered as I was absolutely impressed myself.

"Stop jacking off," I commanded. "I want to get a good look at each of your dicks." All four released their cocks and their members stood at attention as I looked them over with my famished eyes. It was a breathtaking view as I scanned from my right to left. There wasn't a male member towering over my head under ten inches! Each man carried a fascinating differing characteristic with their endowments.

Calvin was nearly eleven inches in length, his cock perhaps six inches in thickness was the least dense but still impressive being more than the average male. His skin color was the lightest, a color of coffee with cream added to it. Like a rich mocha. He had a six-pack stomach, a well-defined chest and arms. He looked like a man who worked out regularly and intensely. His cock was the only one that was circumcised and was the only one that possessed a cock that stuck straight out in its erect state.

While Gregory was slightly longer than Cal, he was noticeably thicker. Gregory boasted a rock-hard tool that was at least seven and a half to eight inches thick. If his heavy cock wasn't intimidating enough, it was a veiny monster that demonstrated pure power and potency. Unlike Calvin, his cock hung. Obviously it was too dense to be able to stick up and out, but it did dance up and down in a bobbing motion, a display of its livelihood because of the blood running through it. Like his skin, his shaft was a dark, deep shade of ebony. His balls hung low and heavy like his cock and were huge swollen testicles, completing his package. Much like his picture that wowed that roomful of men, his manhood would garner instant respect and envy from any man who saw it. His body was dense and intimidating like his dark pole. He looked like a man to fear in and out of the bedroom.

Charles was everything Randy said he would be, I could see why his cock was what turned him onto BBC. At probably ten inches, Charles was the shortest in length but how could anyone use the words "ten inches" and "shortest" in the same sentence. His thickness rivaled Gregory, but his cock was able to stand up in the air and had an inviting smoothness to its shaft. I think if Charles pulled his cock out in front of 100 men, 95 would suck on it. He appeared to be the heaviest of the men but not overweight, husky would be an appropriate description. He had chocolate colored skin, and it really shined thanks to his skin being wet.

Last but certainly not least was our celebrity athlete. The one-time MVP of the NBA and as Randy described an astonishingly blessed black man. I took a deep gasp and hard swallow when I faced his monster cock. It had mind-blowing attributes in every category a cock lover dreams of. I had to estimate he was pushing over twelve inches. It was longer than a ruler, I swear! In girth, I have seen few cocks this thick. Easily pushing over eight inches in circumference. His hard cock was able to stand out but not quite the high arch as Cal, but amazingly rigid for a dick that is of that size. Avon sported an extremely veiny cock that was only rivaled by Gregory, but his head was bigger. It was the biggest of all the men. His skin color was a rich, vibrant shade of black as was the shaft of his cock but interestingly that fat head was lighter. It was brown with a twinge of pink mixed in. Avon's body was the hardest, most athletic of the men. He rippled with muscles and stood the tallest. He was a black king that I had to worship.

I again took a deep, quivering breath of air. I got up to my knees. I was sweating due to my heart pounding through my chest. My cock was numb from sheer stiffness. I had never been so incredibly aroused in my life. I closed my eyes, again drew a deep draw of oxygen into my lungs, slowly releasing it. I opened my eyes and turned my head towards Avon to take his cock deep in my mouth.

The men perceived my action as the go signal and stepped in closer to me. I took Charles and Gregory in my hands, slowly pumping their hard cocks with both hands. I felt so lightheaded with the realization of the situation I was in with four amazing black men and what was going to happen. I bobbed up and down as deep as my mouth could go on Avon, his cock filled my orifice as I had to open it wide to take his dense cock between my lips.

I never imagined I could take on four men of magnitude like this at the same time. My experience with threesomes was mind-blowing enough, but I was going to be pushed to the extreme tonight. There was no doubt. I relished this opportunity of a lifetime. I wondered if even Randy had found himself engaging four well-endowed black men before.

My mind then went to the strategic side of me and began to map out the best way I could do this. My first thought was not to show favoritism. I certainly had the cocks I wanted to please the most in my mind, but I also recognized I was incredibly lucky to be with any of these men. All four deserved equal attention and I then moved to Charles and put my mouth on his cock. I moved my hand and gripped Avon's cock, mid-shaft. His cock was the most challenging to wrap my fingers around. Without looking I could tell my fingers couldn't touch my thumb. My other hand moved on to Calvin's dick. It was so stiff and rigid. I jerked his cock in short motions.

"Oh my God!" I murmured with a full mouth. I am certain the others really couldn't tell what I said, my mouth was so full. As my predicament really started to hit me, I became overwhelmed with what I was going to do to please four hot, hung & hungry black men. I then moved over to Gregory. Immediately, I recognized why I kept hearing that his cock was so fantastic to suck on. Over and over, guys were raving over how much pleasure his cock was to please orally. It stuffed your mouth but didn't overwhelm as much as Aven's did. And truthfully his cock was delicious. It was while I was on his cock that my mouth began to water immensely. My mouth would produce saliva heavily the rest of the night thanks to his cock.

I recognized I had been on Gregory's cock a little longer than I intended and switched over to Calvin. I now had Gregory and Charles' big dicks in my hands and jerked them while I slid up and down on Calvin's long bone. In my mind I thought 10,9,10 and 9 as I was rating how much fun each man's cock was to have in my mouth. I liked that I could actually run my tongue up and down Calvin's stunning length without having to hold it since my hands were occupied elsewhere. I found myself licking his cock as much as I was sucking it.

With Avon now unattended, he decided to kneel down behind me and took my own cock in his hands as he kissed the back of my neck and went down to my back. I was jerking off three black cocks with my hands and mouth while getting jerked off. It was heaven but little did I know I would experience even greater sensations soon. I had sampled each man's cock with my mouth, I could have sucked them all night long, but I kept thinking about how I could make them happy at the same time. It was about this time that I heard Calvin say, "Ok, your turn."

It wasn't what I imagined would happen next, but the men picked me up and then pulled my jock strap off, tossing it aside. Now I was as nude as they were. I was laid down on the mat on my back. Cal and Avon took a position between my stretched-out legs, I watched in total bliss as the two men shared my cock at the same time. I could hear my eye lids click as I blinked robustly, with the sensation of having two mouths on my cock. Their full lips felt so strong and billowy kissing my shaft as another slid down over my head. "Coach, you really have a nice cock for a white man," Calven purred in admiration.

Soon, I saw two big black cocks to my left and right as I propped myself with my elbows. The other men decided it was time for me to please as I was being pleased. I turned to Charles as he positioned his cock right up to my mouth and I pushed my head forward letting his rod slip between my lips. I took his cock as deep as I could. With his hand, he cupped the back of my head, pumping his cock in and out of my mouth. I moaned loudly. The sensation of my cock being sucked on as I took this ebony weapon was exhilarating.

I sucked Charles for a few more minutes then pulled my mouth off and turned my head to the left with Gregory's cock waiting for my mouth. I let out another moan as my mouth was reunited with that fabulous ethnic staff of flesh. I risked showing favoritism but announced while my mouth was full, "Damn! I love to suck your cock, Gregory! Why didn't I suck it weeks before." It sounded like jumbled mush to the ears of the other men, but it was a chance I had to take. I felt compelled to tell him what I was feeling, even if nobody understood what I said.

I leaned on my left elbow and freed my right hand. I lifted his cock so I could lick underneath and make my way to his balls. Gergory had some beautiful hefty nuts. I wanted to find out if they were as tasty as his cock. They were and I licked them as I jerked off his cock. I looked down and saw my own balls were being licked by Cal as Avon pumped his mouth up and down my cock with speed. I pulled away from Gregory and let out a guttural moan of approval. If I didn't know any better, I would guess that these guys really did enjoy my cock. Suddenly a call to switch was announced (by Gregory of all people!) and the men traded places as I took a deep breath to collect my composure.

When Calvin and Avon took their places on my sides, I again used my elbows to keep me propped up. Instead of positioning their cocks to the left and right of my head, their cocks were both in front of my mouth, their hears nearly touching. Without having to turn to my left and right I could lick & suck their dicks. It reminded me of how I first caught Randy with those two studs that night and I got really turned on that I was going to replicate the act with these two fine black men. This enabled me to watch Charles and Gregory suck my cock as I was licking on the cock heads of Calvin and Avon. I was amazed with how spirited Charles and Gregory blew me. They appeared to relish sucking my cock as much as I did theirs. I pegged them both as tops, who fucked men and let guys suck their cocks, but I don't think I showed as much enthusiasm as I gave them head. It was then and there that I decided to cut loose and not hold back anymore. I was going to give these studs my all and enjoy it while I was doing it.

Maybe it was the intimidation of taking on four well hung black men at the same time. It was certainly a daunting task, but I started to become more relaxed and decided I should enjoy the sex more than put pressure on myself. I started to become more vocal, praising each and every cock in front of me. The rigidness of Calvin, who's cock looked like it could punch through sheet metal. Seriously, as his 11"er stood in front of my face, I just simply ran my tongue up and down it. If I flicked it with my tongue, it bounced with stiffness. It was amazingly hard, and I complemented how strong & impressive his erection was.

Avon was really hard to praise because you could get lost in your own admiration for his big black cock. I put my wet mouth on it as deep as I could and pulled off of it. It was shiny with my saliva. I shook my head and just blurted, "Jesus, Avon you are truly incredible. You have such an amazing cock!" I opened wide again and took it as deep as I could (which was maybe a third of his cock). When I pulled off of it again, I exclaimed, "It's not easy to suck on but it's wonderful to try!" Again, I inserted it into my mouth, this time under the protection of having my mouth full and hard to understand as I exclaimed, "I would love to suck yours and Gregory's cocks anytime!"

Speaking of Gregory, he was sharing my head with Charles. Both men had their tongues flicking it from both sides. What a sensation! I let out a massive moan, but Avon's cock muffled it, but it did give me a brilliant idea. I asked the men to position their cock heads aligned in front of each other, practically touching at the tips. I put my mouth on both at the same time and I also licked them as the heads were nearly touching. Avon and Cal both moaned & sighed from the sensation. As my outstretched tongue flickered out of my mouth on their cock heads, they touched and rubbed against each other often. I think the sensation was pleasing to them.

What happened next was one of the most amazing moments of the night because of how it happened naturally and organically. It was as if we were all in synch. Without a word said, we changed positions, and I got on my knees & elbows. Calvin went to the cabinet that held the toys, ointments and sex aids to retrieve some Astro Glide. Gregory lay in front of me with his legs running down my sides. In seconds I had his cock deep in my mouth, sucking it as if we were long separated lovers who were just reunited. I whimpered as I tasted his cock once again.

Cal on his knees behind me had lubed his cock up and I could feel a finger sliding around my rim and then penetrating my asshole, readying me for some serious interracial fucking. The memory of that other team's "taker" telling me how good it was to be spit roasted by Gregory and Calvin filled my mind. In less than a minute I found out why. As I could feel Calvin's cock being inserted, I felt the unmistakable sensation of Avon and Charles rubbing their cocks up & down my back and sides. It sent waves of excitement and kinetic energy through me. I tingled with elation that their cocks could excite me, even in this way.

I gripped Gregory's shaft with one hand and cupped his balls with the other, jacking off his cock with my mouth buried on it. I started to lose control as I felt Calvin's long cock slowly penetrating me. He pushed his cock to the deepest point it could reach and slowly pulled it out. I could hear the lube bottle being squeezed as he applied a little more ointment for good measure. He reinserted his cock and began to pick up speed with each thrust.

I took Gregory's cock out of my mouth to plead Calvin, "Fuck me... fuck me like you did all those other "takers". I want to feel what they all experienced. Do it for your coach!"

Faster and faster, he drove his cock into me. I sucked on Gregory's cock with increased vigor. Avon and Charles began to slap their cocks on my back. When I felt Calvin's hands gripping my hips, I could tell he moved up to his feet to thrust his cock with even more explosive power. "Oh Coach!" Cavin breathlessly exclaimed. "Your ass feels so good!"

"Give it to me!" I screamed. Yep, those other "takers" weren't lying. Having Calvin in your asshole and Gregory in your mouth was sheer delight. I had the bonus sensation of feeling two huge black dicks being rubbed and slapped all up and down my back as well.

I was drooling gobs of spit out of my mouth, it drooled down Gregory's dick and much of it collected on his nuts. I could feel how wet his ball sack got as I clutched it. I pulled my mouth off his cock so I could let out a loud, "Oh my God! You're fucking my ass so hard!

I was nearly cross-eyed with physical exertion. Calvin's cock ran up in me as smoothly and spectacularly as a cock has ever penetrated me. He had unbelievable skills in the art of shagging in the purest way. As Avon and Charles continued to thrill my back with their heavy black clubs, they gave encouragement to Calvin.

"Fuck that white boy!"

"He loves it Cal, give it to him!"

"Make him love that black cock, brother!'

Even Gregory got into the action. He pulled his cock out of my mouth and jumped up to his knees. As I groaned and gasped with an empty mouth, he sat on his lower legs and reinserted his cock in my mouth. With a hand under my chin and the other cupping the back of my head, he began to fuck my mouth. His cock reached the back of my tongue; it even nearly pushed into my throat. I was being totally, stunningly spit roasted, and I loved every second.

"Take that black cock," Gregory shouted with authority. "You love that big black cock, don't you coach!"

"Mmmph... mmmph... MMMMPHHH" Was all the men heard. But I was saying, "I love black cock and I love your cocks the most!"

"You are one fine white boy!" Calven shouted as he pumped that black cock with lengthy strokes deep into my white asshole. I had all four black men making a sexual connection with me at the same time. I never felt so excited to have interracial sex in my life.

I reached down to give my own cock a few strokes and could feel a flood of precum that had drooled out of my cock head. My months of abstaining from any release had caused a massive buildup of sexual pressure and it was going to be released whether I was ready or not. I'm not sure how long I was tag teamed by Calvin and Gregory, but I heard Cal announce that he was cumming, followed by the sensation of black seed landing on my back. The semen was rubbed all over my back with the cocks of Charles and Avon. Gregory pulled his spit soaked cock out of my mouth, and I took a minute to collect myself.

I lifted myself off my elbows, still on my knees and saw I had indeed seeped out a very large and embarrassing puddle of precum. I felt like I lost control in a room with black men that had great stamina and control over their bodies. I always felt inferior sexually to black hunks like them, but I wanted to show them I could hang with them. Even though I hadn't blown a load in a few months, I should have maintained better restraint. My only saving grace was I still had a powerful erection.

Calvin announced that he had to leave. It was pushing 11 pm and the drive home was over an hour. Charles said he had an important engagement early tomorrow morning. He requested to fuck me next. He wanted to cum like Cal. I certainly wasn't going to let him leave without cumming or fucking me. I asked if we could take our party to the showers. I wanted to wash the sweat from the game, Calvin's load off my back and my own precum off of me. The men followed me, still erect!

As they entered the showers behind me, I watched in wide eyed admiration, with the men's cocks bobbing and swaying in sheer stiffness. These men were dazzlingly impressive with their size, stamina and sexual ability. They were perfect examples of why white people fantasize about them so intensely. I mean I was looking at over thirty inches of ebony manhood easily. Nearly forty really, if you did the math.

I finally got to wash my sweaty body and clean my cock off as we heard Calvin wishing us a goodnight. I politely told him to drive home safely. His masterful fucking had my anus still throbbing but it also got me ready for what was about to happen. I would receive even more intense and incredible penetration. Charles waited until I finished washing and took me by the wrist to lead me to the shower wall. There he had me put my hands on the wall and bend over slightly. I was assuming a position of getting frisked but was actually being readied for his big black cock.

He had brought the lube and worked some all over his cock. I again had my asshole regreased and I could feel his cock head being pushed between my ass cheeks. This was the first time I would be fucked standing. It was different. I prefer other positions, but I would soon learn why Randy was so close to Charles and held him with high regards.

His cock slipped into me, and I felt his flesh scepter going deep into in my body. Charles forcefully turned my head so he could whisper in my ear. "I've been wanting to fuck you for years. You know that don't you, white boy. All those games we played together. You telling me you didn't want this to happen?"

"Uhhhh... ohhhh... yes... yes I did." I moaned. As he had a grip on my hips, he licked and sucked my earlobe.

"I'm going to give you this big black dick so good mother fucker... you hear me? I'm going to fuck your white ass so good!" Charles was confident in his words. His hips began to slap on my ass cheeks as I could feel that big ebony cock being pumped into me harder and deeper.

"Uhhh... oh yes, give it to me! I want your cock so bad, I've wanted it since Randy told me how good you were... ohhh.... he made me so curious how you were... uhhh... sexually... uhhh... I wanted you so bad!" I confessed in between heavy moans.

Charles continued to whisper fiercely in my ear. "Why didn't you let me fuck you this summer? You could have had this months ago..."

"I know... I know... ohhhh... uhhh... I was stupid... ohhh... I admit it! I was stupid to not.... uhhh.... ohhh... get with you this summer!" As I answered him, Gregory and Avon were jerking off watching the two of us go at it. When they stepped close enough that I could touch them, I took my hands off the walls and grabbed their cocks. I stroked both men as Charles continued to fuck me, hard and masterfully.

I felt a slap on my ass, he started to periodically give me a spank as his cock pounded in and out of my asshole. I was taking every inch of his cock. Despite my knees buckling a few times from the sheer vigorous thrashing of his huge weapon driving in and out of me, I was able to stay on my feet and jack off the other two studs standing next to us. I could only grit my teeth, not in pain but because of the overwhelming sensation that his cock rippled all through my body, not just my asshole. "Oh Charles! Give it to me! Oh God... I love your cock!" I shouted.

I realized I blurted out a compliment that could be taken as absolute favoritism that wasn't stifled with a cock in my mouth, but the man was giving it to me unbelievably. I lost control and all my inhibitions.

"Yeah, give it to him Chuck!"

"Make that white boy yours!"

I realized that over my own praises, the men were giving Charles encouragement. I was suddenly turned away from the wall. Now there was space for the men to stand close to my mouth. Still bent over, I started enthusiastically sucking Gregory and Avon's cocks. Just when I thought my thrill and satisfaction couldn't be pushed any higher, it was quadrupled.

The sound of my ass cheeks being slapped by Charles' hips, my moans and slurping whimpers along with some very aggressive verbal domination loudly echoed through the walls of the showers. I was being used by these black men, and I loved it. My asshole and mouth were used for their enjoyment. Every sense I possessed was being rocked with pure carnal gratification. The sounds echoing in the showers, the sensation of being so well fucked overwhelmed me and the sight of these two massive cocks I was sucking on. What happened next was simply bound to happen.

I could feel my stomach tighten and my skin started to prickle with an intense sensation. Charles' cock being driven in and out of my body has caused the unmistakable ripple of an intense orgasm to wash over my entire body. I had to take Avon's cock out of my mouth in fear I could start biting down. My head began to thrash. I let out sounds of yelps and cries that I didn't even recognize myself. I pulled up to straighten out my back and under my eyes I can see my nine-inch cock begin to mightily throb up and down on its own. I decided to keep my hands off my cock to see if I can do what my body has never done before.

"Oh fuck! Oh shit! I'm cumming... I'm cumming!!" I exclaim. Charles doesn't even slow the strokes in my ass as I see the first of several spurts of white hot cum shooting out of my cock. I have never orgasmed so strongly or produced as much semen in my life. I've also never experienced a hands-free orgasm during rectal stimulation. It might have been six or seven heavy loads that I released before I grabbed my cock and stroked out a few more. As I am doing that, I hear Charles groan, "Oh shit! Oh baby!" I can feel his cock shooting cum into my asshole. He continues to pump my asshole and drain his cock into my body.

"Mmmmm... damn Kevin! You... are... something... else... white boy!" I can still feel his cock throb and shoot more black seed in me; it starts to leak out of my asshole. As he pulls out, he sighs "You dudes have GOT to get some of this... it is the shit! I ain't lying! Mmmm... Mmmm... Mmmm!"

Void of all my strength, I sit on the shower floor, totally exhausted. Earlier, I was well fucked and now I just got REALLY well fucked. When I look up and see there are still two huge cocks that are hard and needing service I have to call a time out. I am spent physically, more than I can ever remember.

Charles cleans up and tells us he needs to go. It is well past midnight, and he says he will be lucky if he gets five hours of sleep. Before he leaves the shower, Charles turns to me and says, "Kevin, you are White Chocolate, baby! We must do this again sometime."

Gregory and Avon are standing in front of me, their cocks still hard and being slowly stroked. Avon says, "Hey, Kevin. If you wanna stop, I understand. I'm sure Gregory feels the same. We can call it a night. I'm not sure when I'll be in Atlanta again, but I know I want..."

"No, no..." I interrupt. "Just give me a few minutes. I need to catch my breath, get my strength back."

"Coach really... I understand." Gregory followed. "You have been through quite a workout. I mean Cal and Charles fucked the hell out of you. We can..."

"I don't think you understand." I again interrupt. "I want this more than anything. Through the night, couldn't you feel who I wanted the most?" I ask bluntly.

Gregory and Avon look at each other and smile. They know my words ring true. "Coach, are you saying what I think you're saying?"

As I sit on the floor, regaining my wits and energy. I tell them in the most straight forward way I can, "You two have the most amazing cocks I have ever seen. I would be thrilled if I can have a little more time, just us three." Gregory and Avon approach me and lift me to my feet. Aven looks at Gregory and says, "What do you think brother, should we give it to White Chocolate?"

"I'm down if you are!' Gregory says with a smile.