Date: Mon, 31 Jul 2000 16:52:36 -0400
From: NailsB69@hotmail.com
Subject: Basketball Camp, Chap. 3, text
Warning: This FICTIONAL story contains graphic descriptions of sexual urges
and desires of a man and a 16 year old youth. If this is illegal for you
to read, turns you off, or causes you to have murderous rage or homophobic
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posted in text, after Daniel F. suggested it and several others agreed that
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straw poll.
Morning of the Second Day
Basketball Camp, Chapter 3
by Bob Nelson
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Spike's barking broke into my wonderful dream. I woke remembering the gist
of it: David running his hands all over my body, as I caressed, kissed,
nibbled and tasted every inch of his. My dick was so hard and primed from
the dream it was ready to blast off! I reached for it -- two or three strokes is
all it would take to strike oil -- a real gusher! As my hand came near it, it
throbbed and got even harder. "Finish me off!" it seemed to shout, but I
gritted my teeth and held off. Teetered on the brink -- that quivering
threshold of almost cumming, when your balls have almost climbed back into
your lower gut, when your cock's at its hardest -- throbbing and leaking
precum. Oh! Oh-h-h-h, right on the edge.... Ahhh -- closer. Oh-h-h-h...
No! Not going to finish it off -- seeing David clearly in my mind. Wait
--I'll see him within the hour... Think of other things! Hold back! --
Think 'dead fish,' no -- 'Titanic sinking into a midnight sea, ice flows
all around.... piercing cold water ... chilling every tissue, numbing
every muscle -- slow coma -- then frozen death. That did it! Junior's
falling over, safely back from the edge of orgasm That took about a
minute as I lay gripping the bottom sheet, eyes tightly closed. I rolled
over, opened one eye and looked at the clock. 7:00 A.M.?
Stretch, yawn, shake my head, just like Spike does when he wakes up. Did he
learn it from me or me from him? Really too bad I had him neutered at six
months. Wish he'd fathered a litter or two so I'd have a pup of his.
Hope I'll have him five years more. Enough worry about the future! He's
healthy, he's here, and we're going to see David! Pour a cup of coffee
into the big ceramic, pop it into the microwave. Get two granola bars out of the
cupboard, stuff them into one pocket, a liter of water in the other; it makes my
hiking shorts look deformed, but hey -- it's Summer! Anything goes. Well,
almost anything. DING! Pour the coffee into my insulated travel cup -- normally
keeps it hot till the end. Maybe not today. I''ll be keeping hot to the end, though!
"Here Spike. Let's go for a walk. Yeah, wiggle that butt! Wag so hard
you can hardly stand up! Smile! Put your ears down and back. You know
where we're going and you are eager to see David, too, aren't you? No, we
don't have time for the spiders game. Let me hook you up and we're off."
Ah, another beautiful day! Temperature rising through 70, humidity lower
than normal, sunny with a few cumuli to give some occasional shade.
Perfect day to see a perfect boy, again. Better not visualize his
perfection or everyone will notice how I remember it! Glad I put on Jockeys
today instead of the regular boxers. They restrain me a lot better.
Painful to have "Junior" tucked under my balls, back into my ass crack in
the Jockeys. But it's much more socially acceptable than popping a boner
while watching teenage boys play basketball! Hmm-m-m -- I'll see my
David in a few minutes, watch him, and think about having sex with him
again today! No, I can not HAVE sex with him again, as we've never done
it; I'll just THINK about it again, today. Fantasy only. He's too perfect and
innocent a lad, fifteen months shy of his eighteenth birthday.
Did I think "innocent" and "shy?" That's a laugh! Last night my David
grabbed my hard cock right through my shorts! I know we can not have
sex or do anything considered sexual -- not for fifteen months, when he
turns eighteen. Although I lusted after David all night in my dreams and
yearned for him when awake, we absolutely can not! It would destroy us
both -- take his virginity and could get me ten to twenty years in
prison! He made it hard to tell him "No!" Damned hard -- every time I
got near him! But he took it really well, almost promising that he'd
wait until we could do it when he turned eighteen! Of course, I don't
expect him to wait for me to be his first, but even his considering it is
a precious offering! He said it so casually! He really got my attention!
Fuel for a lot of whack-off fantasies! Realistically, though, I may never
see him after this summer. He has another year of High School, all next
summer, then off to some college. So I'll store up his looks, his wonderful
face, eyes, mouth, body, voice, laugh, smell, and the feel of his skin when
I put my hand on his shoulder, arm, or hand. Not much gazing or contact,
even if he's set it up to look like I'm a good friend of his Dad. Too
many "funny Uncles" around that it's not a safe strategy to be his "Uncle,"
not safe enough to allow the hugs and caresses that I'd like.
My daydreams end as I see the four basketball courts grouped behind the
gym. Where? Where is he? There! Standing, dribbling the ball, --
moving back and forth, waiting for the guy guarding him to get out of
synch. A sudden break in David's rhythm and the defender lurches to the
right as David goes left. He gets two steps on the other kid and is half
way to the basket, dodges around another boy, fakes a shot over two, then
shoots a pass to a kid on his team without even looking at him! Haven't
seen that move since the college's tournament at the end of last season!
It works! The shirts were double teaming David so his team mate was in the
clear. Two points, with an assist for David. Now he's pointing at the
boy who scored and clapping, giving him all the credit. Typical for this
wonderful young man: no strutting, puffing himself up or putting others
down. He praises them whenever he can. But the shotmaker is gesturing
that David set up the play so he could score. The coach blows his
whistle, comes over, puts his hand on David's shoulder and says something
short and positive. Way to go, Coach! David looks around, sees me and
lights up with a quick smile. Oh, you gorgeous, luscious lad! I sit down on
the top of the little hill overlooking the courts to hide my boner springing
up. Not even Jockeys can hide the effect this lad has on me! I give Spike
a dog biscuit and fish out a granola bar to share with him. I eat it
while I finish my cup of coffee, watching David. Hot, HOT -- not the
coffee -- it's tepid. David is the hottie here!
Ah, life is good! After another forty five minutes of hard practice,
the head coach blows his whistle three times. Each assistant coach
answers with three blasts, and all boys stop playing. They bounce their
balls over to a littler boy, probably a coach's young son, who puts them
all in a big bag. All the camp boys sit down along the long side of the
courts in the shade. Tall trees twenty five feet from the courts keep
these courts from being brutally hot. David moves around a bit then
settles on the end nearest me, sitting on his T-shirt. As he sits he
looks at me with a smile and a little wave. What a nice acknowledgment of
me from the sharpest young man I've ever met! Just right for a "friend
of Dad's." I stretch then get up to finish our walk.
"Come on, Spike, let's get to the Post Office so you can get your
biscuits."
Spike's up, wagging and pulling in that direction immediately. Just as I
turn uphill, I smile and wave at David, hoping it looks like I'm waving at
all the boys. Good, several give me a small hand flip of a wave.
After our stop at the Post Office, Spike and I walk over to the Dining
Hall. My luck is still good; David and three of his team mates are about
fifty feet from going in. He waves and hollers,
"Here, Spike. Come on, boy! Oh, that's right, you're on a leash."
I let Spike pull me over to David. Close enough to see the sheen of sweat on his
face, especially on his upper lip. A sexy dampness. Heavier on his chest, neck,
and arms; and in his, tousled strawberry blonde hair. Reminds me of what my Mom
used to recite sardonically from her childhood as she sweated over canning 50 or 60
quarts of fruit or 20 pints of apricot-pineapple jam, "Horses sweat, men perspire, but
ladies glow." Well, he sure ain't a lady, but my David is glowing! His eyes twinkle
at me, his lips turned up at the corners in a nascent smile, his lower eyelids lifted to
show his smile in his whole face. He pets Spike and talks to him, but looks at me
more than he looks at Spike. Gives a couple of "eye twinkles," not quite winks.
I look him up and down, storing eye candy for later JO sessions, but careful not to
look too long at his perfect bubble butt or that enticing mound in the front of his
nylon shorts. Too much focus and Junior will raise his head or stand all the way
up again! Oh, this boy is a joy to behold, in action or standing quietly! Perfect
definition, without any fat on his body, with long, lean muscles on arms and legs,
and the start of a six pack for his abs. YUM! That's what I want for lunch!
"Hi, Bob! I saw you and Spike at practice. Did you watch long?"
Clever boy! He gives me good cover for my intense focus on him and his
moves.
"Hi, David. Yes, we watched a while. Looks like all of you are getting
better. Oh, I saw that neat fake you made to set up a blind pass to your
team mate so he could score. Well Done!"
"Ah, gee, Bob. It just happened and I was lucky."
"No, David, it was well thought out, well set up, and perfectly executed!
It looked like the Coach thought so, too when he came over to talk to you
all."
David blushed a little and dropped his eyes, "Thanks, Bob. Glad you saw
it."
Looking deep into his eyes and smiling, I try to show him just how much I
love watching him. I calmly pat him on the back, making sure not to rub
up and down his back like I want to, nor leave my hand on him too long.
His skin is still warm and damp from practice, glowing with health and
youth. This perfect personification of the world's most famous boy
statue, Michelangelo's David! Hmm, is his crotch expanding, or is he
thrusting it toward me a little? Oh, God, my mouth is dry! I have to
get out of here, give us both some room, and keep our hardons from
"reaching out to touch someone!"
"Well, David, guess you guys have to get in to lunch so you can get back to
practice?"
"Yeah, Bob, and we have practice again after supper. Hey! Let me ask the
Coach if you can eat supper with me and my team, OK? He's heard you're a
friend of my Dad's. He doesn't know my Dad, just met him once, but they
hit it off well. What do you say?"
"David, I'd really like that if it's OK with him. I'd like to eat with
you and it'll save me from cooking supper." (To myself I thought 'I would
really prefer to eat you!')
"OK, Bob, Coach always eats lunch with us, so I'll ask him. Will I see
you this afternoon to let you know?"
"Yes, David, Spike and I will be at the courts. I like to watch you all
practice; you're all getting better!"
On this last, I raised my voice and smiled at his three team mates to let
them know I was talking about them all. They all smiled and a couple said
"Thanks." They all headed in for lunch and I walked on with a lurch in my
crotch.. WOW! David is so sharp he can arrange our being together to
look perfectly natural. Hmmmm, got to walk around the lake, to either let
Junior go down or let him out and let him fire off, behind a tree. No,
not during daylight! Think about all the dead fish in the lake or the
garbage cans behind the dining hall..... Well, that's better -- I can get
back home now.
"Go in the back door, Spike." He chooses the correct door about three
quarters of the time, which isn't bad, as I have three doors into the
house. Smart dog!
My lunch is the normal crunchy peanut butter sandwich (Smucker's Natural,
of course), with a raw carrot, a stalk of celery and two big pretzels. I
give Spike another doggie biscuit even though he had two at the Post
Office. He's not fat so treats are OK for him. Everyone breaks them into
little pieces so he thinks he's getting more treats. Fun to see him
gazing up with his big, golden eyes, totally focussed, catching every treat
tossed his way. That thought makes me wish for the treats my David seems
to offer me... Oh, hell, there goes Junior, again! I'd better take care
of it now, before I go back and watch David, again.
"Come on, Spike, let's go rest in the den. I have to take matters in
hand."
He follows me as I walk back into my den where the computer lives, turn it
on and let it load. When it's ready I bring up my files of pix I've downloaded
of slim, smooth, buff, gorgeous teenagers. None nearly as lovely as my David.
Lovely? No, he's handsome and gorgeous! "Pretty" and "lovely" are overused,
often affected, and sound too trite to describe his natural beauty. There's the
file I want; I open it and set it up for a slide show, then sit back, open my shorts,
slide 'em down, slide down my Jockeys, and YEAH! SHOW time!
That first guy could be David's cousin -- looks 16 or 17: blonde hair long on top,
trimmed on the sides, nice, tight body with definition, no hair on his chest,
arms or legs, either, darker blonde bush, and a delicious looking dick, hanging out,
half full. Cut and luscious looking.
'Mmm. My David, I'll bet you look like that. Whooo-ee, here comes
Junior, leaping up to see, too. 'Yeah, take a look. Oh, you're really
getting hard. We like his looks, don't we?'
I wonder how many other guys talk to their dick when they look at porn?
Well, it's better than hanging out in college Tea rooms! Yes, there
are a few on this campus, with a lot of graffiti, although none have glory
holes. Forget that! Focus on this young man ... stroke a little, feel
the tingle, close my eyes and I can 'see' David in the same pose. I start
stroking. Now he smiles at me, reaches for his dick and begins stroking it
at the same rate I'm using. We're both hard, now... and he sidles over
to me. Hard boy dick, six inches long, cut, slim and pale, the pink head
no larger than the shaft. My mouth is getting so dry, my tongue getting
so hard wanting to taste him that I can barely croak,
"David, let me --"
I drop to my knees in front of him, pull his hand off his dick and just
stare at its perfection. Perfect match to his perfection. I pucker up
my lips and blow on it then pant, in lust. There's a drop of precum
oozing out... I lean forward to lick it off, to just slide the tip of my
tongue across his cum slit -- my tongue sticking out hard, with my dick
the same way --
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The next chapter will go up tomorrow! Hope I didn't leave you too close
to the edge! Again, any comments will be greatly appreciated, with
constructive criticism getting priority reply. Write me, Bob Nelson, at
NailsB69@hotmail.com and allow 2 to 3 days for a reply.