Review of HIS69-198 College Jocks

COLLEGE JOCKS, by Michael Scott (Surree Ltd. Inc., $2.25, 185 pages)

After the bars, the baths and the bus stations, campuses probably provide the greatest concentration of studs who’re hot to fuck. Campuses, however, seem to have their own unique appeal—clean, muscled, athletic-type jocks whose slimey cum you’d like to have dripping down your face. These kinds of guys are usually ripe and ready to learn about things other than calculus and chemistry.

Michael Scott succeeds in excellently describing this prototype with the expertise of a skilled stroke writer. The rockhard cocks of his big dicked characters pop right up out of the pages and shoot load after load of creamy jism into the depth of the reader’s imagination. Had Scott—instead of God—created Adam and the rest of humanity, we’d all have enormous, well-endowed whangs.

COLLEGE JOCKS has a dual plot: it’s the story of a father and his son and goes on to describe their respective adventures. Eric Dawson, divorcee and single parent, and his son, Chris, painfully part in the very first chapter as the latter begins his first year in college. Eric knows it’ll be easier to hide his addictive pleasure of sucking cocks from his unsuspecting son. Thereafter he grabs every opportunity to take advantage of his new-found freedom. One of Eric’s tricks is particularly memorable. He picks up hot and willing hitch hiker Ron Furman only to check into the nearest motel. Ron, who’s also on the college football team, is soon flexing his sphincter muscle to milk and massage the ruthless summersquash cock that Eric’s using to tear his guts out. Their suck-and-fuck session goes on for most of the afternoon.

Meanwhile, back at the dorm, young Chris is learning his own kind of flexing. He learns the hard way. Chris is nearly seduced in the showers by fellow student Skip Lutowski on the very first day. In the ensuing weeks of the semester, Chris learns to like the feel of Skip’s polish sausage up his ass and progressively becomes addicted to cocksucking himself. Chris soon rejects all notion of his “traditional morality” and he begins sawing away on Skip’s shithole with his tongue without remorse afterwards. He does so despite that yeasty taste. Before he knows it, Chris is even eating the polack’s cum! Gawd!

The end of the semester is celebrated at a no-holes-barred faggot orgy in one of those nasty fraternities. This uncensored, well-executed scene dabs in the sado-masochistic pleasures of horny young jocks who go for ass with class. Ron Furman’s there, bare-assed, on his back with his knees in the air. He starts getting hard when several fingers, lubricated with somebody’s creamy spittle, work through his sphincter muscle and up into his ass. Ron soon realizes that the fingers belong to Chris Dawson and that the cock he’s deep-throating belongs to Jack, the humpy captain of the football team. Two hands grip and pinch Ron’s stiffened nipples while another hand grasps his cock, snapping a leather cockband snugly around both his cock and balls. With unrestrained ecstasy he feels Chris’ blunt cockhead press steadily into his anus. Ron is on the bottom of a heap of hot, sweaty male flesh-it’s like being tackled on the football field without the uniforms or pads. Every sense that Ron possesses is being assaulted sexually at the same time. He smells the rich muskiness of male crotch odor; hears the labored breathing and suckling sounds; watches, barely inches from his eyes, a moistened tongue snaking and probing a hairy asshole; tastes the warm, salty sweat of someone’s balls. Most of all, he feels—he feels the hot wet mouths all over him-on his throbbing cock, licking across his spasming belly, and gnawing on his aching nipples as the clamps are ripped away. Ron lets his essential masochism take over as he offers himself unreservedly to the others.

The vibrantly explicit action of COLLEGE JOCKS accelerates and doesn’t come to a halt until the ball-aching climactic surprise encounter in the final chapter

Eric Dawson doesn’t know whether he should be shocked or excited by the discovery he makes when Chris brings his friend Skip home for the holidays. A pleasant and unexpected coincidence (house renovations) make it necessary that these two share the guest room which by chance is right next to Eric’s. The squealing of the unoiled bedsprings and the steady thumping rhythm of the two muscular, young bodies pounding together in hot, gritty intimacy leaves no doubt in Chris’ father’s mind. His son has turned out to have sexual tastes similar to his own. Cock sucking, jock-fucking; like father, like son.

Michael Scott’s thesis “father loves to suck cock’’ and his antithesis “son learns to love to suck cock’’ are finally fused into the synthesis “father and son learn to suck each other’s cocks —and love it!” Despite a few lapses that are indeed rare and far-between. COLLEGE JOCKS provides first-rate hardcore reading entertainment.