Date: Wed, 2 Aug 2000 13:27:40 -0400
From: NailsB69@hotmail.com
Subject: Basketball Camp, Chapter 4
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
disgust, LEAVE! Leave it for others who are here by choice.
Afternoon and Supper, 2nd Day
Basketball Camp, Chapter 4
by Bob Nelson
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"David, let me --"
I dropped to my knees in front of him, pulled his hand off his dick and
just stared at its perfection. Perfectly matched to his body's
perfection. I puckered my lips and blew on it, then panted in lust.
There was a drop of precum oozing out... I leaned 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 --
- - - - - - - -
Spike barked, and my eyes popped open! I was three inches in front of
Spike, not David!! I fantasized in such sensory detail that I was sure
David and I were about to consummate our friendship. Hell, it was SO
close -- but thank God it really wasn't! He doesn't need this, even if
my cock thinks I do! Well, as long as it's hard (and hard as it is long)
I might as well finish Junior off -- or get blue balls! I gaze at the
picture of the 16 year old youth on my monitor, think of my David, and
stroke my dick! Pump faster, rub the precum across and around my glans,
twist my fist around the little head, stroke down, hold the base, up to
hold the head, feel it pulse -- and I'm there! Spurting shot after shot
into the tissues -- toss those and grab some more -- eyes half shut to blur
the picture so I can replace its features with my David's. Shuddering and
moaning through all Junior's shots and pulses, I pass the peak of my climax
and slide down the other side. WHhhhhewww! and sag onto the floor,
totally loose and relaxed.
Wooo-eee! That was certainly "safe sex!" I imagined it as graphically as
I'd fantasized it! But somehow it was less that fully, erotically
satisfying. Almost like I had violated David's virginity and trust.
LUST! That was all it was as I fantasized about my pleasures, my getting
close, and my getting off. Gads, that was as selfish and self centered as
my trips to the Tea rooms and glory holes while I was in my last two years
of college! No, David deserves more than just being my jackoff fantasy, my
source of boy cum, my receptacle for mine! He deserves so much more than
just being a way I get my rocks off! He is truly a young god, one to
cherish more than worship. I want to explore his depths and heights, learn
more about him, his family, his school likes and dislikes, his dreams and
sadnesses. He's a wonderful and gorgeous young lad, but I focussed only
on his physical beauty. He has outstanding athletic ability, a quick
mind, a wry sense of humor, and loyalty to me and his team mates. He is
sexy! But that almost blinded me to all the rest of his wonderful
attributes.
Time to "flesh out" this boy, learn him in depth. This fantasy orgasm was
good -- very useful to clear out the testosterone poisoning my mind and
release the pressure that had kept me on the edge of wanting to molest
him. <SHUDDER> THAT would have destroyed us both! Looking back on what
I thought was his coming on to me outside the Post Office, I see now that
it was probably just his reaction to a man panting after his body. His
awareness of me staring at him, obviously infatuated with him, and wanting
him, plus his "gaydar" of my orientation led to his playing with me.
Teasing me, but very aware that we could never have sex out in the open --
probably never do anything sexually with each other this year, maybe
never. He's so fine that he has undoubtedly been cruised, propositioned,
and maybe even pushed toward sex by boys his own age. Yet he said he wants
his first experience to be with a man -- with me! Well, I will not
violate or injure him in any way. Time to cool it and become a friend.
Thank God that load I blew took most of the pressure off! Starting to
think with my big head, now, and realize how I can learn so much more about
my David, to plumb and probe his mind and character instead of his body!
He's already shown a real golden intellect, a gem of humor, and a sterling
character. He has not crossed the line except that one quick grope, which
led my little head down the path to a sexual fantasy world. He's here, in
this world, so I will stay in it with him and let the future evolve as it
will.
Get up, clean up, change shorts, and let's go back to see David at the
afternoon practice. He said he'd tell me if I could have supper with them
all tonight! By now David told the Coach that his dad and I are old
friends and told him to look me up. Otherwise, will the Coach or the
Staff see me as a lecherous old man, preying upon one of their boys?
David seems very cool, building up our "friendship" with a few little
hints, not overplaying it or messing up any details. I'll handle myself a
little better, not staring at him so long, not allowing Junior to be my
Jack-in-the-boxers.
"Come on, Spike, time for a walk. Let's go see David."
That's all it took! Normally he looks at me to see if I might really be
serious about taking a walk, then he stretches and yawns, lying on the rug,
and only when I get up does he head for the front door. Sometimes he
wags so hard his tail hits the wall but usually his nose is on the rug,
ready for some more 'spiders' to attack. Not today! He's out in the
front hall, pointing at the front door and wagging. The secret word for
today must be "David," and Spike's eager to claim his prize -- David's
petting, scratching behind the ears, and words of praise. Spike is an
excellent judge of character, so we go. Up the slight hill to get to the
edge of campus, down the street that leads to the gym, and behind it to the
courts. The boys are still coming onto the courts; the first ones there
standing in groups under each basket practicing their set shots. Still
the old "rule" that if you make a basket you get to shoot again until you
miss. If you miss the boy who grabs the rebound takes his turn.
Ahh, there's David at the closest corner. Spike and I slow to watch as we
get closer. He really is a joy to watch in action as well as perfection
when still. Balance, focus, set, then a smooth push with his legs and
shot with his right hand, and swish! -- an air ball, I think they call
it. One of the boys bounces it back to David who moves a few feet further
out, to the 3 point line, sets, shoots, and plunk! Another basket, though
this one hits the rim on the way through. He grins and flicks a glance at
me out of the corner of his eye. He's been aware that I walked up and is
performing for me! What a treat, and if it helps him concentrate and
shoot better, I'll be delighted to watch him.... Gee, tough job, watching
this perfect lad perform above his norms.
The next shot rattles in, around once, then back out, but it was with his
left hand. Getting a little cocky, David? Or just seeing how high you
can climb in your abilities with "my help?" Whatever it was, I get the
treat of watching, and the way he's explained it, I'm an old friend of his
Dad's, so of course I can watch closely.
Spike lets me know he's got business to attend to, if David is not going to
pet him and play, so I wait till David's next glance then point at Spike,
point at the woods, and wave so long. He and a couple of the boys next to
him give me a wave, and I'm off. Spike is anxious to sniff all the
plants, posts, and other verticals for scent of other male dogs. If their
marking is fresh, he lifts his leg to put his mark on top. One of my
casual friends here, who also has a dog, says that the male dogs are
"checking and answering their pee mail." Well, Spike answers every one he
finds. We go once around the lake, then I let him back into the bushes to
dump a load well off the path, and we head to the Library. I want to
check on that book about Vikings that was out, see if it's back. Good,
it is. I head back to the basketball courts with it. Now I can read with
occasional glances at David -- or gaze at him with occasional glimpses at
the book.
He plays well, moving with grace and coordination, feeding the ball to his
team mates, picking off passes by the opposing players, charging down court
with abrupt stops or turns to throw off the defense, and generally playing
college level basketball. To me, he is the best player of all the boys,
no matter what age. There, the Head Coach blows his three long blasts,
the assistant coaches echo the signal, and all boys slowly shut down, a
couple taking one or two last shots. Balls bounced to the ball boy, the
camp boys walk over and sit in the shade on the far side. As he's done
before, David sits on his T-shirt at the end of boys closest to me and
gives me a quick glance and a cocked eyebrow as he settles down. Now,
rapt attention to the coach, nodding to show he's getting the info, smile
at the coaches humor. Yes, this boy is on full alert, soaking up all
that's offered. He's a good example to the others, too, with just a little
tap on his neighbor's shoulder to quiet the boy, pointing at the Coach to
get the kid back in focus. The Coach smiles his approval. David has the
whole staff under his spell! But it's not a spell, it's his natural
abilities coupled with his focus, cheerfulness, and
joy of being at this training camp. He absorbs everything he can, while
the immature ones talk or play even when it's inappropriate. Finally, the
boys are dismissed.
"Come on, Spike, let's go see David," I say as the boys start streaming up
the hill toward the dorm. David is surrounded by the same boys as
yesterday -- he is a natural leader, smiling his approval of them and
voicing his delight in all they're doing together. One of the younger
boys is practically holding David's hand, walking so close that David puts
his hand on the boy's shoulder. The boy grins like he's won the Prize!
He has. David is the prize that we all want, but have to share. He
acknowledges me and Spike, though I know he's kept us in his surveillance
pattern with quick, covert glances.
"Hey, Spike! Here, boy! Oh, Hi, Bob!"
"Hi, David! Hi, guys -- good practice! You are all getting better so
fast that you'll blow the boys away who didn't come to camp! Yeah, Spike,
go on."
I drop the leash which drags behind Spike as he runs over to David and wags
so hard his butt wiggles excitedly. Spike's butt, that is. David's butt
is not wiggling, though I watch it, anyway. The boys all give Spike a lot
of attention but he is totally tuned in to David, gazing at him with those
loving, golden eyes, smiling and wagging. I love the way Spike expresses
his emotions -- lets me recognize and express my own more than I ever used
to.
"Oh, Bob, the Coach said that would be fine, for you to have supper with
us, tonight. We're going to shower and change now, then head over there
in about forty five minutes. Will that be OK with you, or is it too early
for your supper?"
"No, David, that'll be five o'clock, and just fine. Thanks for asking him
and telling me. I'll walk over to your dorm with you all so I know which
door you guys go in, then head home to change and be back in time to walk
over to the Dining Hall with you. I'll give Spike some supper, but we may
find some scraps for him at supper."
"Sure will, Bob. Oh, hey, guys, I just remembered. I have to go check
the Post Office before they close. I called my folks and asked them to
send me a book I want to show Bob. Bob, do you have time to go with me,
now?"
"Sure, David. That's right on my way home. Let's go." I was again
amazed at David's almost uncanny perception, as though he'd read my concern
that I didn't know enough about his family to be "an old friend of his
Dad's." This gives us some time to talk so I "remember" more. What a
lad! I feel closer to him all the time, but now it's a warm feeling of
friendship instead of the burning fire of lust that it was last night and
this morning.
As we leave his friends, David glances at me and gives a quick smirk, "You
know why we need this walk, don't you, Bob?"
"Yes, David, but I am constantly amazed how you set up our times together
so casually, to let us talk, visit, and get to know each other as well as
we're already supposed to. I need to know your Mom's and Dad's names, how
long they've been married, what your Dad does now, and if you have any
siblings. What you like --"
"Whoa, Bob! Slow down so I can fill you in. I knew that's what you were
a little uptight about after you found out you could have dinner with us.
The Coach 'knows' that you knew my Dad for a short while, but that you'd
lost touch until I got chosen for this camp. Then Dad remembered that you
had been hired to teach here and checked, found out you're still on staff,
and told me to look you up. My folks got married eighteen years ago,
about two years after your summer friendship with my Dad at Ann Arbor, so
you didn't know about me or my younger Sis, Suzy. She's ten, and not too
much of a pain in the ass, but follows me around a lot. Dad got some
training in computers just before I was born and is now his company's main
man for them. They keep track of specialized medical equipment for blood
work of all types, and Dad has several people under him who know where all
of it is and its availability. Last year he expanded his database to know
where all of it is in the world, not just in the U.S. Mom's name is
Janet, and Dad, by the way, is Paul. Paul Allen Lindstrom. Got it?"
Amazing! This boy-man operates on several levels of input-feedback,
organizes and sums up info better than any of my colleagues, then presents
it succinctly like it is commonplace. I'm mesmerized by his mind as much
as his body, today!
"OK, David. Most important is that he's Paul, Paul Allen Lindstrom so I
used his initials to call him "PAL"
and that we had a nice but short friendship at Ann Arbor, twenty years
ago. I lost track of him, too, but am so happy that he remembered me and
that I was here so he could tell you to look me up. Janet and he were
married eighteen years ago, you came along almost seventeen years ago, just
as he'd gotten into computers. Suzy was born ten years ago, but I didn't
know that till today. Oh, where do y'all live?"
"Very good, Bob. We live in Brandermill -- know where that is?"
"Yes, David, and with your Dad's value to his company, I can see why you
can live in that upscale area. You can tell me about your house, school,
room, interests and girl friends as we walk, or as I 'find out more about
you' while we're at dinner. Probably better to learn most of it, there,
as I 'didn't know you' till you found me, right?"
"Right on, Bob. Well, here we are at the P.O., but the window is
closed. Guess they wouldn't have had time to get a book since yesterday,
anyway," he said with a sly grin. Covering us cleverly, again, with that
story.
"OK, David. See you at your dorm in about thirty five minutes. Will that
give you enough time?"
"Sure, Bob. The other guys will be through with their showers, and I don't
take long. See you then, and thanks for having supper with me," he said
with a lowered voice and chin, looking up at me, shyly.
He looked almost like he felt presumptuous to invite me and make it hard
for me to refuse. But it wasn't as hard, today, and I wouldn't refuse him
anything!
"David, I am so happy to -- so very happy to have supper with you and get
to know you better. I just realized at noon that I was so horny for you
that I was about to jeopardize our friendship and possible future if I
continued to react to your looks and sexy ways. I took care of my little
head's problem, and want us to be real friends, but only as much as you
want to, not to embarrass, endanger, or push you to do anything! I just
want us to friends. OK?"
For the first time, I saw tears in the corners of David's beautiful hazel
eyes. He tried to blink them away, then faked a sneeze so he could rub his
nose and his eyes. He looked me full in the face with a serious
expression and said,
"Bob, I felt that difference in you after lunch. It was arousing and sexy
to have you lusting after me yesterday, last night, and this morning, but
it was starting to scare me. Any more and it would have thrown my game off
instead of improving it. You do make me feel sharper, see more, play
better and shoot better, especially now, with your friendly attention and
approval, not just lust. I'm glad you told me all that, to confirm it."
"David, your radar, gaydar, and all other perceptions of me are SO
amazing! I'll just head on home, happier than I've been in years, and see
you in thirty minutes."
I put my hand on his shoulder and squeezed, a little longer and harder than
a sexy squeeze. He flashed his full, one thousand watt grin up at me,
showing he understood my message. Spike and I headed home but I had to
force myself not to bounce, skip, or run. I whistled a happy tune, even if
a little off key. Spike could tell I was happy, too. Thanks, God!
Thank you for waking me up to all of this boy's wonders, waking me up to
enjoy our time together and not upset him or endanger either one of us!
What a boy! -- MAN! He is way too sharp, mature, and quick on the uptake
to be called 'a boy.'
After giving Spike a cup of dry dog food with two tablespoonsful of canned
dog meat for his short supper, I ran through the shower, spritzed on
anti-perspirant, and jumped into fresh shorts and a short-sleeve, button
down shirt. Socks and tennies, and I was ready. I'd shaved this morning
and luckily didn't have to shave twice a day.
"Let's go, Spike. Time to go see David, again."
He was all wiggles at the door, moaning to go out. He knew where we were
headed! I let him pull me up the hill, back to campus, and told him as we
got there,
"Go to his dorm, Spike. Collingwood Hall, where he lives."
Whether he understood me, tracked David's scent trail, or just was lucky,
Spike headed right to Collingwood. I patted and praised him as we got
there, and saw David just coming down the steps to join three of his mates.
"Hi, David! Hi, boys! How was that for timing? Are any of you hungry?"
"I could eat a horse, if it was cooked right," David replied. "How about
you, Tony, you, Pete, or you, Enzio?"
"Yeah, me, too," answered Tony.
"No way, man. I don't eat no horse meat!" exclaimed Pete.
"I don' know, David. I never tried it. What's it taste like?" asked
Enzio.
David had adroitly named each boy as he looked at him, making a comment
that elicited responses from each, to let me fix their name and manner in
mind as we walked to the Dining Hall. As we got there, the Head Coach
greeted the boys and me.
"Hello, boys. David, is this Dr. Nelson, your Dad's friend?"
"Yes, Coach Brown. Thanks for letting him eat with me and my friends.
I'd never met him till yesterday and I'm sure glad my Dad remembered that
he teaches here! He's a nice guy."
"So I've noticed, and I figure that any man who has a dog that well behaved
but that eager to meet you boys is a nice guy. Did you ever play or coach
basketball, Dr. Nelson?"
"No, Coach Brown, and please call me Bob! I just started really watching
it when I began teaching Chemistry here. This is a Division 3 school, so
they boys play for the love of the game, not for a scholarship to pay their
way through. David and all these boys play that way, too. I am amazed at
some of their abilities and moves. That blind pass David made yesterday
so his team mate could score was only the second time I've seen it done
that well. The other time was in our championship game at the end of last
season."
The Coach beamed, so I guess my description of the play was not too inane
or wrong.
"You're right, Dr. Nelson -- Bob. That play was beautifully executed, and
I'm glad I saw it, too. It's hard to watch all the boys when there are
four games going on at once. David has been getting more attention than
most from all of us coaches, as he has really improved so much!"
"I've even been able to see that. Are you his coach at school?"
"No, but his school and mine play two to three games a year, and last year
David was pretty unsure of himself. David, did your coach or your Dad work
with you since last season?"
"Both, Coach. My Dad never played after High School, but knows the game
and gave me some good help, mostly the chance to practice with him at home,
on the hoop he put up on the front of the garage. My coach came over twice
to give us both some pointers, so it's fun and I learn new stuff every
month."
"That's why you're so much better than anyone else your age, David. You
listen, you learn, then you practice the good actions and moves, not just
do the same things over and over. All the great players listen and learn
to play better each year. How tall is your Dad and how much have you
grown since last summer?"
"Dad is 6'1", and I've gone up from 5'5" last summer to 5'10" this summer.
But I feel like I'm not in a growth spurt like over the winter."
"Well, you probably won't reach 6'6" or more, which is what you almost have
to have to go pro or semi-pro. Too bad, because you have the potential."
David blushed at this praise from a man who obviously knew the game, knew
how well David played, but was realistic on the importance of extra height
for top-notch players.
"Thanks, Coach! I've never thought of playing pro or semi-pro, I just
love to play for fun -- and on our team at school. You've taught us a lot
here, too, so I might make first string this Fall."
"You surely should, David. I'll bet Coach Andrews will be amazed at how
much you've improved, and will try you out at guard or forward. Keep your
options open and you'll have a great senior year. How are you doing in
your classes?"
I was very happy that Coach Brown was asking all the questions I wanted
to. I guessed David's answer.
"Oh, pretty good, Coach. I'm in AP English, Math and Science, for the
Fall, plus third year Spanish. Already filled all my other
requirements. Pretty good GPA."
"Like what?" I asked, "3.8?"
David's mouth dropped open slightly as he looked at me wide-eyed for just
an instant. Then, when he saw my look of pride and friendship, he smiled
and answered,
"Actually it's 3.85, so it's going to be hard to raise it."
"I'd say impossible to raise, David, since you're so close to the perfect
4.0. If you keep that till graduation, you'll probably be offered
scholarships to some pretty fine schools. Have you had Chemistry?"
"Yessir. I had that in my Sophomore year, although it's considered a
Junior level course. I aced it and wish there was another semester I could
take."
"Isn't there a Junior College near you which has a cooperative arrangement
with your High School, allowing advanced students to take a college course
or two before they graduate?"
"Yes, there is, and I've applied for Chem 102, their second semester
General Chem course. I won't find out if I've been accepted or if the
course time will fit my schedule until I get back, this Fall. I'll let
you know if I get it!"
Another ZING from David -- letting me know that he's interested in my area,
that he's already applied, and that he will keep in touch! I felt warm
all over and missed the coach's question.
"What, Coach Brown?"
"I asked what you teach here, Dr. Nelson. It seems too informal to call
you Bob when asking that."
"I teach Chemistry, and am Assistant Department Chair. My specialty is the
new MRI equipment."
David asked, excitedly, "Isn't that Magnetic Resonance Imaging? The new
way of looking at subatomic structures and interactions?"
"Exactly right, David! Where did you learn about that?"
"On the internet. My Dad told me I should keep abreast of advances in the
topics I like, and I just found out a little about that last week, after
reading a reference to it in a Science Fiction & Fact magazine."
"Well, little Pardner, we have a couple of more interests in common. I've
been a SciFi fan for thirty years."
"Wow, that's cool, Bob! Excuse me, though. I have to finish so I'll have
time to digest supper a while before we start evening practice." He
turned back to eating, just watching and listening as Coach Brown and I had
a little more conversation then jointly began to end it.
"Very nice meeting you, Dr. Nelson!"
"And a pleasure to meet you, Coach Brown. I appreciate your way of
coaching, praising the boys doing the right things to help them improve.
Some coaches only point out the errors."
"I know what you mean, and I swore I would use the Positive Praise approach
if I ever got a coaching job. It's worked so far. I've had some
championship teams, but more importantly, all but a few of the boys I've
coached have learned to love the game and enjoyed playing."
"Exactly what I observed by your leadership -- you're teaching your
assistant coaches the benefits of Positive Praise. And these boys all are
positive proof!" I concluded, gesturing at all the boys in the Dining
Room.
"Thank you, Sir. Glad it's working. David, why don't you take a few
extra minutes with Dr. Nelson before you come down to evening practice?
You've put so much time and effort into what we've been working on that you
can skip ten minutes of practice." Another example of rewards for those
that do well...
"Gee, thanks, Coach! I have to tell Bob -- Dr. Nelson -- more about my
family since he and Dad lost contact almost twenty years ago. This will
give us a chance. Can we go walk around the lake with Spike, Bob?"
Another example of this lad's astute response to an opportunity. Walking
around the lake will give us ten minutes of time entirely alone, with some
secluded spots --- but I will NOT cause or respond to any sexual
activities! I don't get those vibes from David -- just that he wants some
quality time with me -- and Spike.
"Good idea, David, and do you have any little bites on your plate for
Spike? I told him we might bring him a few. I don't feed him from my
table, nor give him much people food, but meat bits are good for him."
"Yessiree, Bob. I've saved four little bites for him -- there was a
little gristle in the meat that I thought he'd enjoy more than I did."
"Good. Well, Coach Brown, thanks for the extra time with my friend's fine
son. I'll have him down there on time, after we walk Spike."
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