College Boy Part 6

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Chapter 3

Tyrome dressed in the locker room, ignoring Clarence as he strolled
out into the locker naked with his towel drooped over his shoulder. Tyrome
new he was just trying to entice him. He slammed his locker shut and headed
back up to the coach's office for the second time that day. He was
extremely nervous about meeting the coach this time, as coach Brown had
caught him fooling around with the new player in the shower room just
moments ago.
He knocked on Brown's door (something he didn't normally do as the
door was usually open). "Come in!" yelled the older man, as Tyrome twisted
the door knob and walked in.

"You wanted to see me again, Coach?" asked Ty, nervously.

"I wanted to commend you for breaking the ice with Clarence..." said Coach,
sitting behind his cluttered desk. "...I know you and Clarence hadn't been
getting along since he joined the team, but when I asked you to make an
effort, I didn't expect you to go ALL OUT like that!"

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"Sir...?" asked Ty, lost.

"I keep telling you I can see without these reading glasses, Ty..., I SAW
you down there in the shower giving Clarence head!"
Ty's mouth dropped open. "Don't worry, you're secret's safe with
me..., anything for the team, right?" smiled Coach Brown.

"But Coach, I didn't..."

"I've got eyes, Ty..., I saw the cum all over your chest for Christ's sake!
Don't lie!" said the Coach.

"But I'm not! Clarence is the gay one...!"

"Clarence is...?" asked Coach, skeptically.

"Yeah! He TOLD me so when we were in his hotel room...!" explained Tyrome.

"Whatever! All I'm saying is..., what a way to take one for the team!
You're the best Captain this school's ever produced, son! And I want to
make sure you're rewarded for it!"

"uh..., thanks Coach, but I really didn't do anything..." said Tyrome,
trying to prove his point.

"Don't be modest, son..., just watch where you go around sucking player's
off...! We don't want rumors spreading that we have a gay team this year!
It could affect our game!" warned Brown, causing a knot in Ty's
stomach. "Now go on...get yourself some rest! You deserved it today!"
As Tyrome turned and walked away, Coach Brown found himself
reaching down under his desk to massage the hardon he had stretching across
his thigh.

Tyrome exited the stadium feeling even more angry and depressed
than before. Now not only had he been tricked into getting his butt fucked
by a rookie player fresh out of high school, but now coach Brown thought HE
was the gay one who sucked dick in the locker room! And to top it all off,
he lost a bet with Clarence and had to let him butt fuck him again, --as if
the first time wasn't humiliating enough!
When he got there, he found the freshmen all lined up on the front
lawn in their jock straps, their bare asses facing the crowd of spectators
who admired them or laughed at them out loud. Several of the newbies looked
completely embarrassed, while others ignored the taunting of the crowd and
stood with their heads high. Key members of the team (Derek Wilson, Carter
Sanborne, and Jason Outlaw) were harassing the players, making them march
in place or do calisthenics for the audience of mostly females onlookers.

"Yo Ty...!!" called Derek Wilson, running up to the star player as he
walked up the front walk carrying his gym bag. "...see what we made the
newbies do?" he laughed, pointing at them all (minus Clarence) in their
jock straps. "We were thinking of making them march around campus like
that..., whadda you think?"
Tyrome looked at the embarrassed players doing jumping jacks in
place, and felt shame over their humiliation (now having experienced it for

"Whatever, man...where's Clarence at?"

"I dunno. Up in his room, I guess. Yo, it's a shame we can't make HIM do
these exercises too..., but you and coach brown made him an untouchable
when you signed him up!" signed Derek.

"Yeah..., it's a shame." agreed Tyrome. He would have loved to have seen
Clarence put in a humiliating position like that, just to get back at him.
Ty went into the frat house and ran up to his room. He threw his
gym bag down on the floor as he slammed his door in frustration. How could
he have gotten himself in such a fucked up situation? His asshole was still
feeling the sensations of Clarence's expert finger fucking in the
shower. He knew he'd have to pay up sooner or later, giving the player what
he wanted in order to keep his promise.
For the next couple of hours, Ty worked on his academics, reading
his study books and writing his papers for classes tomorrow. Even though he
was a star player with a bright future in the NBA, he still needed to get
his education in order (or so said his parents). He looked at his watch to
see it was already after 9pm, as his stomach started to growl in hunger. Ty
was somewhat surprised that Clarence hadn't come knocking on his door by
now, demanding some owed ass from the handsome captain. Grateful for small
wonders, Ty made his way down into the frat kitchen, looking for something
to eat. Just then the front door opened, and in walked the entire
basketball team carrying 10 large pizza boxes.

"What's going on?" smiled Ty, as a pizza party soon went under way. Boxes
flew open, revealing pepperoni, sausage, chicken, mushroom, pepper & onion,
cheese, bacon, broccoli, ham, and meatball pizzas.

"Clarence ordered us dinner!" smiled Carter, digging into one of the boxes.

"Yeah man, he's kool!" said another player (Derek). "I'm glad we couldn't
make him strip to his jock in the front yard!"

"I'll pass..." said Tyrome, going back upstairs hungry. Clarence was
getting in tight with the team (on and off court), becoming one of them
while alienating Ty from them in the process.

"What's wrong with him?" asked Jason, the token white player for the

"You kidding, man? Did you SEE how well Clarence played in practice today?"
asked Mikiah Washington, wrapping his lips around a sausage slice. "Ty's
gotta be worried Coach'll replace him with Clarence before the season's
over! They boi's a natural!"

"But Ty's got game, too!" defended Jason, loyally.

"But Ty's in his last year, Clarence is just starting out fresh! He's got
four years to win a championship while Ty's down to his last try to impress
the scouts! He NEEDS this year to be a banner year for him, or he can kiss
a big contract goodbye!"

At the top of the stairs, Tyrome heard every word being said about
him. He did need this year to be the one to put him on the map as far as
scouts were concerned. With a college championship under his belt, he could
argue that he was a player that could make things happed and demand a huge
salary. Or else he was just another forgettable player amongst
millions. Was this Clarence's plan, to come in and take over the team from
up under his nose? Ty wasn't about to let that happen.

He passed Clarence's room on the way to his room and wondered why
he hadn't heard from the sadistic tormentor yet? What was taking him so
long to demand payment? He walked up to his door and listened, pressing his
ear to the wood. Sure enough Clarence was inside, probably studying. Tyrome
decided he wanted to get this bet over and done with, he didn't want to
prolong his agony by allowing Clarence to loom his pending fuck over his
head days (weeks) at a time.
He knocked on the door.

"Come in!" called Clarence, sitting at his desk in a skimpy pair of loose
shorts while writing his papers on his lap-top. He looked up, somewhat
surprised to see Tyrome standing in the doorway. "Yes?" he asked,

"I'm wondering when we gonna finish this bet?" asked Tyrome.

"What bet?" asked Clarence.

"Don't `what bet' me! You know damn well what bet!" said Ty, annoyed. "When
you gonna fuck me and get it over with?"

"Is that how you ask for it?" asked Clarence, leaning back from his
computer. "No wonder you were a virgin when I met you!"

"Fuck the jokes, man! I wanna get this done and over with as fast as
possible!" said Ty.

"So you WANT me to fuck you?" asked Clarence, smirking.

"Whatever, dude! Lets just get this over with!"

"Not til you ask me nicely." said Clarence, spreading his legs so Ty could
see his crotch. He reached down lazily with his hand and started massaging
his lengthy dick through the material. Ty watched the dick starting to
lengthen out the bottom of his shorts.

"Fuck you! That'll never happen!" yelled Ty, exiting the room in a huff.
Ty returned to his room, pissed at Clarence as well as himself for
getting put in this position again. He couldn't believe he bet his ASS on

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