College Athletes Threesome (bisexual MMF menage)

College Athletes Threesomes, #1

Peasefield College is a small place with two ruling passions: fundamentalist Christianity and hardcore college hoops.  Feelings like the secret ones that point guard John McAdams harbours for team superstar Greg Winston aren't welcome at all; so how will he cope when Greg is assigned to take care of him after he gets injured on the court?  And when the feelings boil over, what will happen if someone should walk in on them and discover their forbidden encounter?

These saucy 5,000 words of uncensored bisexual fantasy contain a hot threesome with strong gay themes, masses of sexual tension, and a mind-blowing finale.

Excerpt:

"Um, I was just looking to see if your trainer had any spare Ace rolls", said an unfamiliar voice.  Female.  Female?  That was enough to get John to turn; and he saw Central State's trainer, the first person who'd attended to him out on the court, poking her head around the door.

"I'm sure he does", said Greg.  "Do you need any help looking?"

"Well," said the trainer, stepping into the room, letting the door swing shut.  "You boys seem good and busy over there.  I didn't mean to interrupt anything."

"You're too kind", said Greg; and John could feel Greg's heart hammering away.  He was just as nervous about this as John was, even though the facade he was presenting was ice cool.

"Say", said the trainer, self consciously casual, "I thought they didn't really approve of this sort of thing here at Peasefield.  Mighty big on tradition, aren't they?"

"They are", said Greg.  "And if you think anyone will take the word of some high and mighty visitor from Central State over the word of their all-time single season points record holder..."

She waved a hand and took half a step back.  "Oh no!" she said.  "I didn't mean it like that."

"Well, how did you mean it?" said Greg.  John was suddenly, absurdly conscious of the ongoing bulge in his shorts.  He hadn't got any less hard for the interruption.  If anything, it was quite the opposite...

The trainer reached behind her and with a quick flick of the wrist, she locked the door.  "Maybe you could just...pretend I'm not here?"

John's cock leapt wildly as he heard those words.  Did she really want to stay, and watch two young, fit basketball players make out with each other?  For a moment it seemed ridiculous to him, and then completely reasonable.  And then possibly ridiculous again.  He didn't know what to make of it.