Tech thug is a shorty ruff black street guy who lived and breathed basketball. The court was his sanctuary. His life was a tough one but when he played ball, everything else faded away. After a game he often had to relieve the tension of it all. So, as he would sit on the bench, taking off his shoes, he would feel his cock in his boxers growing hard and long. He would always try to keep it at bay but he knew his teammates were well aware of what he was doing. He could feel their eyes on him. They would whisper to each other and snicker. Tech Thug knew they all wanted to see his dick, but they never dared ask him, and they all wanted to fuck him. He had always been known for having a big cock and the rumors of his size spread far and wide. Everyone at the gym wanted to see it in all its glory. But they were all afraid of the Thug. He was the biggest, strongest and meanest on the court. They all wanted to suck his dick and get fucked by him. They would see him get up after a good 5 minutes or so and walk towards the shower room. His huge cock could be seen in his pants, a big tent growing bigger as he walked. His teammates would all stand up to get a better look. Tech thug didn’t mind, he knew they were all gawking at his junk. In the shower room he would slowly take down his pants and his boxers. They would slide down his thick legs and fall to the floor with a wet splat. His dick was huge, 10 inches and thick, veiny and hard as nails. He stroked his shaft and smiled as he saw his teammates standing in the doorway of the shower room looking at him with lust in their eyes. They wanted to be with him, to see him shoot a load, to have a taste of his manhood. He looked at them and grinned, knowing he had the upper hand. Tech thug would go over to them one by one and stroke his cock for them. He would pull down their shorts and jocks until they were fully nude. They would stand there trembling, waiting to see what he would do next. They would look up at him and see that he was not angry, but in fact the opposite. He looked calm and content. His hand still stroking his dick, he would start to tell them what he wanted them to do. He told them to suck him off and they would go down on their knees and take his hard cock in their mouths. They would all take turns sucking him, some not able to take more than a few inches, but others, the ones who were more experienced would take it all in their mouth and suck it like pros. As the thug came close to cumming, he would pick up one of his teammates and bend him over a bench and fuck him in front of the rest of them. They would all watch, stroking their own cocks as they watched him pound one of their friends. Tech Thug would fuck until he came inside one of them and then he would cum all over them as they jerked themselves off. After that he would leave them, spent and exhausted. They all looked forward to his games and what followed after. Tech Thug was not a thug anymore, at least not in the locker room. He was a hero, a god of sex and physical perfection. His games were always the most awaited and anticipated ones. Everyone wanted to be in the shower room to see the huge black cock and see Tech thug fuck and get blown. They would never let him leave them, they all loved him too much. They loved the way he manhandled them, the way he would slap their asses and fuck them hard. He made them all feel good in ways they never felt before. They loved him and would do anything for him. Tech Thug lived happily, fucking his teammates and being worshipped and adored by all. His was a life of pure bliss and sexual satisfaction. He would never give this up, never leave his boys and the love they shared for him. He knew he had them in the palm of his hand and he loved every minute of it.