“Really get in there, Jay.” He murmurs, and Jason grunts in response, more frantically lavishing my entrance with attention. I watch as Ricky keeps the pressure on the back of Jason’s head, bringing his free hand to the apex of my thighs, just above where Jason is desperately pleasing me. He presses his thumb to my clit, and I cry out, the sensations washing over me like a tidal wave. Just when I thought we were done, it seems the boys are determined to show me they can work together. Not that I’m complaining…
Ricky circles my clit with his thumb, and I blush in embarrassment at how lewd Jason sounds lapping at our combined juices. I mewl helplessly, squirming against the sensory onslaught. When it seems things can get no more intense, Ricky grazes the edge of his fingernail against my straining bud. I cry out in ecstasy, feeling a gush of liquid shoot out to meet Jason’s waiting tongue. He groans in pleasure, and my body jerks at just how intense the sensations are as he continues to lap at me. Two orgasms in, and I’m certain another will kill me. I wriggle away from Jason, offering him an apologetic look.
“I really don’t think I can take any more…” I gasp out, and the two exchange vaguely disappointed looks. Their manhoods, so contrasting yet so alike, both stand at attention, and I feel almost bad for allowing them to go forgotten. “Get on either side of me.” I order gently, and Ricky considers me curiously.
“You don’t have to do any more than you already have…” He offers, but I offer him a stubborn glare while Jason obligingly slides into place. I reach out, wrapping my hand around Jason’s quivering rod. He jerks against my palm, and Ricky watches in fascination before edging into his assigned spot at my other side.
“Now the first win goes to Ricky… but let’s see how the two of you do this time…” I murmur, wrapping my other hand around Ricky’s length. I give both of them a tentative squeeze, watching their contrasting reactions. Jason smothers his cry of pleasure with his hand, pressing against my palm in earnest. Ricky on the other hand allows himself a pleased groan, but tries to keep himself composed from the waist down. It’s obvious that aside from getting off, winning this thing is certainly on Ricky’s mind as well. Deciding that he needed a bit of his own competitive medicine, I slowly work my hand up and down Jason’s manhood while moving my hand more swiftly along Ricky’s squeezing rhythmically as I go. If Ricky notices the unfairness of the situation, he says nothing regarding it, simply curling his toes against the feeling and squeezing his eyes shut. He pulses in my hand, and I glance to Jason who is watching me with a look of appreciation. I wink at him before brushing my thumb to the tip of Ricky’s length. He cries out, jerking his hips forward unbidden.
“What’s wrong, Ricky Rick? Can’t handle the heat?” Jason says softly, and if anything, this seems to stir the fire in Ricky’s gut even more. He’s utterly throbbing, groaning wantonly as he struggles not to give in to his feelings.
“Sh-shut up Ja-” He cuts himself off on the other man’s name, jerking his hips up desperately. “Shut up Jason!” He cries out, though there is no malice to the words. He actually sounds like he’s enjoying the other man’s presence more than he would like to admit. Jason meets my gaze, blushing at the sound. I slow my stroking of Jason’s length even further, almost to an agonizingly slow pace. He grits his teeth, and when I tilt my head inquisitively, he simply nods in reply.
“Come on bro. You know you can’t win them all…” Jason taunts, his voice sounding strained. Ricky groans, and I up the pace of my stroking. Ricky opens his eyes, meeting his rival’s gaze and holding it, as if that will help him stave off the inevitable. He seems oblivious to my slow pace of working Jason’s manhood, instead keeping their eyes locked.
“I can… and will.” Ricky gasps out. He bares his teeth animalistically, and Jason simply smirks in turn, wrapping his hand around my own and lowering his eyes to his own length. Ricky follows his direction, though it seems the last thing he wants to do. He draws his lip between his teeth, swallowing an agonizingly pleased groan.
“Just let go, man.” Jason urges. Ricky swells in my hand, but he seems to be determined to hold on. I lean closer, squeezing him towards the tip of his length.
“Come for me, baby.” I murmur. That seems to be the straw that breaks the camel’s back, and Ricky all but howls in pleasure as he spills his seed on my hand. Relieved to have won at least this battle, Jason begins to work my hand on his length at a more furious pace.
“Oh… oh…” Ricky howls, and Jason smiles deviously through his haze of lust, taking aim as he swells in my hand. I’m not sure what his plan is, but as Jason cries out in pleasure, shooting out string after string of ejaculate, I watch as his seed splatters on Ricky’s stomach. Ricky’s eyes widen in shock, and his groans of pleasure die down to a little groan of unhappiness. “Dude, sick.” He manages, wiping his hand through the sticky goo on his stomach.
“You like it, bro.” Jason manages once he comes down from his high. Ricky rolls his eyes, opening his mouth to retort. He’s cut short by a banging on the locker room door.
“Hey, what on earth are you kids doing in there!? The game was over an hour ago!” A masculine voice calls, and the two rivals exchange fearful glances.
“Coach!” Jason whispers urgently.
“Duh! Get dressed!” Ricky replies. I draw away from the men, struggling to pull my clothes on as they do the same. The pounding at the locker room door continues, and after a moment, the coach speaks again.
“That’s it! I’m coming in there!” He announces. Ricky bolts to the door immediately, and I stare confusedly after him. He had just barely managed to get his jersey on, and was still naked from the waist down. I look to Jason, who looks in just as bad shape. He grabs me by the wrist, and I thank god that I at least manage to get my shirt and panties on as he drags me out the back exit of the locker room. We spot Ricky continuing to sprint away, and bolt after him, laughter spilling past my lips as I realize just how ridiculous the situation is.
“You two look like idiots!” I announce happily. Ricky doesn’t reply, instead throwing open the door to his dorm and stumbling inside. Not waiting for an invitation, Jason and I slump through the door as well, slamming it shut behind us. Ricky gasps for breath, and the two rivals exchange a look.
“You almost got us caught, you idiot!” Ricky growls.
“Me?! You’re the one who can’t just do what he’s supposed to!” Jason retorts. Ricky’s eyes widen, and they begin to bicker furiously, jabbing their fingers at each other and cursing loudly. I watch the two fondly, knowing that in spite of how much they bicker, they care very deeply about each other. More than anything, I’m happy to be part of their dynamic now, no matter how strange it may be. I’ve never had much experience with basketball, at least not first hand. All I know is that Ricky was certainly right. This was definitely better than a slam dunk.
Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a couple of foul balls to take care of....
END
A Virgin For An Athlete
~Bonus Story~
A First Time College Sports Romance
Charity Miller never imagined that her first romantic relationship would be so complicated, but then again Charity had never been on her own before. Charity did not know what she was getting into when she arrived at her local community college. Fresh from an Amish community Charity did not have much experience in modern life, but even if she did it would not have prepared her for the coming year. She thought she would fit in easily and the hardest thing would be catching up on the latest technology, but upon arriving at her dorm she discovers that her roommates are not who she thought they were sending the three of them on a romantic journey filled with jealousy, disapproval, and thrills!
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Chapter One
Leaving the community was the single hardest decision that Charity Miller has ever made. Every step she has made in this new world has been difficult and uncertain. Her whole life if she was ever lost in a situation she could turn to family or God, but now that she has
forsaken the Amish community she isn’t sure who she has to turn to. Her hand goes to the small golden cross around her neck and she sighs, don’t think like that Charity. You left the community so you could forge your own path. Find your way in this modern world. This is an opportunity. Don’t focus on the negative. Just the positive.
She takes a deep and looks forward. College. That’s what all the books said that people her age did. They went to college. She had never attended public school so when she applied for the local community college they had her take a variety of standardized tests, they explained to her that it was so they could place her appropriately in classes. In Charity’s opinion it was all a waste of time, but she was raised never to complain and so she did so. Once the results were back she had to apply for student loans. The terminology was dizzying, but she was able to get through it and now here she is. College.
The campus was small but homely. It had a building for just about every major department, and a large football field. Charity had read about football. It is something that many American people enjoyed and so she is interested to see it in person. Sure there was sports when she lived in the Amish community and she knew what football was, but knowing and experiencing are two different things.
She looks down at the paper in her hands, it had her room assignment. Who would her dorm mates be? Hopefully they are nice and willing to help me learn the campus. She heads up the stairs and sighs looking at the room number. She straightens her cardigan and smooths out her long frizzy brown hair. She could do this.
With a deep breath she opens the door, “Dylan is that you? You’re taking forever love! We have plans and you know we don’t want to start the semester off by—“A young attractive man comes around the corner and blinks at her confused. The smile on his face replaced with a furrowed brow before spreading over his handsome features again, “Oh! You must be the other roommate!”
The color drains from Charity’s face. A man? This college would room her with a man? Where was the decency? How could she feel safe? Her fingers grip the handle of the single suitcase she had brought with her, knuckles turning white with fear. The young man immediately notes her discomfort and flushes,
“Oh honey, I didn’t mean to scare you. It’s okay, my name is Remy. Come inside I’ll show you your room. Did they give you your key?” Charity nods and cautiously follows after Remy into the room. Once inside she sees a small hallway with three closed doors and a shared bathroom for the three of them. She immediately lets out a sigh of relief when Remy stops, “this is yours, you have your own key so Dylan and I can’t enter without your permission. I am in the room next door and Dylan is in the furthest one.” She nods, the nervousness slowly decreasing. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad. They weren’t sharing a room, they were her neighbors. She could live with that.
She puts the key in the door and smiles seeing a dresser, desk, and bed. The room was small, but Charity had meager possessions so it was perfect for her. She sets her suitcase next to the dresser and her backpack in the desks chair before turning to look at Remy,
“where’s my manners? My name is Charity Miller. I will be your roommate for the year, it is a pleasure to meet your acquaintance Remy.” She smiles at him politely and folds her hands in front of herself not sure what to do.
Remy laughs and bows to Charity with a flourish, “the pleasure is all mine.” He winks at her through his black curly hair. His green eyes rise to meet hers and he smiles again. Remy found his new roommate to be a bit peculiar, but nothing he wasn’t used to. “Are you new tot own?” Charity nods shyly and begins to fidget with the bottom of her shirt, “so are me and Dylan! We can get to know the area together. You’ll like Dylan, he’s a peach. Kind of quiet and brooding. Between the two of you I am sure we will all have blossoming conversations.”
Sensing she is being teased Charity blushes, but cannot help but raise her hand to her mouth to hide a giggle. Remy is infectiously charming and she cannot manage to keep her nervousness up as he continues to chatter at her.
“If you aren’t from here Charity, where are you from?” Remy asks as he leans against the wall, laidback and open. He wanted to get to know the woman he would be living with.
Charity’s heart stops for a moment, she had not considered what she would tell her dorm mates about her home. From her experiences so far coming from an Amish community was bizarre and often others would question her intensely about it or avoid her altogether. She just wants to fit in and she finds as the conversation continues that she wants Remy to like her,
“Oh. I am from Virginia. Just a few states over.” She blushes thinking that the lie was good, but feeling guilty for lying to Remy all the same. She came from Ohio, but she didn’t want to say that because what if her roommate wanted to meet her family? She couldn’t very well bring him to the community nor could she return there herself. No, it would be easier for him to think her family lived nearby, but just out of visiting distance.
“Virginia huh? Dylan and I are from New York ourselves. Do you have any family in the area?” He smiles, “and if not what made you choose this little old community college? It’s not exactly state of the art.”
Charity nods and her heart quickens, all this lying was hard on her. Her whole life she’s been told that lying is a sin and now every word from her mouth is a lie. “No. No family. I’m an only child and uhm, I just, I wanted to get away from them. Forge a new path for myself. I, uhm, I didn’t want to have to live up to the family traditions.” Remy is nodding and smiles,
“Dylan and I moved for the same reason. Well, Dylan more so then me. My family actually moved out here with us, they’re real nice. We will have to have you over for dinner sometimes, they love meeting my friends.” He smiles at her and checks his watch, “I wonder where Dylan is? He said he just had to grab a few things for the dorm….”
Charity sees her opportunity and leaves her doorway shutting and locking her room, “speaking of supplies, I have to go and get my own. It was nice meeting you Remy, see you soon.” Remy blinks and looks at her blushing embarrassed,
“How rude of me, of course you do honey. Nice chatting with you, be careful out there!” He waves as she exits the dorm and makes a beeline for the campus map. She stares at it for a good five minutes before realizing there were smaller versions for her to take and she smiles opening it up and heading to find all of her classes. Always prudent she memorizes each class’s location before heading to the campus supply store to get the recommended materials for each class. With her nose buried in the map she is oblivious to her surroundings until she walks straight into something hard and strong. As she falls backwards the map falls out of her hands and she lands bottom down on the concrete.
“Oh shit, I’m sorry. I didn’t even see you.” A tan skinned man looks at her sheepishly and pushes his chocolate brown hair behind his ear. He leans down and offers his hand, “here.”
But Charity didn’t hear any of this, instead her eyes zoned in on the face coming near her as her mind races. School hasn’t even started yet and you’re making such a mess, running into people, you should be watching where you are going! Were you not born with any sense? Her eyes snap into focus as his hand is right in front of her and the world stops, before she can think she pushes his hand away and shakes her head at him before running off.
The man is left standing on the walkway awkwardly, face red as a fire truck. He mutters, “Sorry.” And puts his hands in his pockets while he watches Charity run back to the dorms.
The man is headed that way as well, but he meanders awhile to make sure he doesn’t run into Charity again. Once he feels enough time has passed he walks into his dorm, “Remy! You would not believe what just happened. There was this girl, I knocked her over and—“before he can get another word out he sees Charity with Remy and he drops his bags.
“Dylan! I am glad you’re back, this is our roommate Charity.” He gestures to the girl besides him unaware that the color has completely drained from her face. How
mortifying that the man she ran into would be Dylan! Her other roommate! “Dylan love, you look like someone slapped you a crossed the face. What in the world is wrong with you? Say hello!”
Dylan looks down and murmurs, “Hey, uh, sorry for knocking you over at the store.” Remy gasps and looks over at Charity noting her pale expression and bursts out laughing,
“My dears! You are so cute. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about Charity, Dylan is just an oaf.” Dylan’s chest puffs out but he doesn’t refute the jab which only delights Remy more who grins and stands up clapping his hands, “ I can already tell, this is going to be an amazing year.”
Chapter Two
School has been difficult for Charity to adjust to. She stopped her formal education at 13 to help her family on the homestead and she was quickly discovering that sitting for long periods of time was difficult for her. But Charity is nothing but resilient. She is studying in her room when someone knocks. Standing she opens it to reveal Remy dressed in his football outfit. She smiles seeing him, “Remy, can I help you with something.”
The tall man grins and nods, “I noticed you’ve been holed up in your room the last couple days, depriving me of your beautiful company and I have decided I can tolerate it no longer. You have to come out of there and thrive!”
Charity smiles and shakes her head, “I have to study for my test next week.” Remy rolls his eyes and leans forward ruffling her already tussled hair,
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