Date: Sun, 31 Dec 2000 16:57:53 -0500
From: Nails Nelson <nailsb69@hotmail.com>
Subject: Chap. 9, Basketball Camp
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Basketball Camp, Ch. 9
by Bob Nelson
Spike's jumping and barking wakes me out of a groggy, very erotic dream.
Before it fades, I relish the last of it, humping David belly to belly, as
we both explode, shooting our loads without touching our dicks. OOOoooh,
SO hot that I feel the last of my cum oozing out of my dick as I come fully
awake.
"Shut up, Spike! You know it's only the paper boy! Yeah, I know, you want
to get out so he can pet you. OK, just a minute."
I toss back the sheet and waffle-weave summer "blanket" and suddenly feel a
chill. God, I'm all sticky with cum, and my dick IS leaking out some more!
UMmmm! Oh, yeah, that's the kind of wet dream I used to have twenty years
ago, and it's still nice!! I reach down to squeeze the last of it out of
my dick, catch it on the first two fingers of my left hand and taste it.
MMmm Hmmm, just the same as I remember it from last night.... WAIT a
minute! Last night David came over here.... I mean, he visited, but we
decided not to have sex ~ ~ at least I think we decided not to. My dream
was that we did have "consensual, non-violent, non-anal/oral/manual, safe
sex" with orgasm by frottage. Just learned that word a couple of years ago
-- rubbing off without touching your partner's sex organs, so it works for
straights as well as gays. IF your partner is hot enough to turn your
crank, caressing his back, neck, shoulders and other parts above the waist
may bring you off, or close enough that some rubbing dicks together, even
if clothed, may pop your cork. If that's what we did in my dream.... how
in hell did I get so sticky??? Must have had a delayed wet dream, just
before waking.
"OK, OK, Spike, don't get your tail tied in a knot! There -- Let me
scratch you behind your ears. Spike, you're a mess! But I started
scratching, so have to keep doing it until you're tired of it. Sorry I made
that the Rules of the Game."
"Geez, look at the time, Spike! Thanks for barking! I have to take a
quick shower so we can go see David and his team play! It's their last
day, and I am not going to miss it!"
I duck into the main bathroom because it's closer and has the laundry hamper
in it. Drop the sticky skivvies in, leave the top open to dry them out a
bit, check for towel, soap and washcloth, turn on the hot,
let it run -- there. Just right! Climb in, scrub face, bod, cock & balls,
back & butt, then turn the water to full cold. WOW!! That IS cold!! I
turn it off! Brrrrrrrrrr !! Started that when I was about 16 and first
read of our Scandinavian heritage, about their saunas, hot steam rooms,
switching with birch branches, then running out and diving into ice-cold
water or rolling in the snow. No, thanks! Bad enough to just have ten to
fifteen seconds of full cold! But it does leave my skin tingling and
really wakes me up! There, all dry. Drape the towel over the shower bar,
jog into my room, grab a collared T, some shorts, and where - - - are my
socks? Oh, Hell, I'll just use my leather sandals. It's warm enough, and
David said he thinks my legs are sexy!
"Come on, Spike! I have a couple of granola bars, your doggie biscuit
treats and a liter bottle of water --- let's roll !"
Spike lunges through the door, races to the first tree, and begins his
sniff-checking. No matter how long he's held it, he wants to put his dog
pee on top of the Main Dog pee of the neighborhood. At least that's the way
it seems. Sometimes he sniffs five trees or bushes before he lets go.
There! He puts a good long squirt on that tree, and up the hill we go.
Entering campus, I hear the boys' shouts from the basketball courts.
"Hurry, Spike, we're late! They're already playing!"
I jog the block over to the courts, getting there just in time to hear the
coaches' whistles and see four five boy teams begin two minigames. I
quickly scan all players and relax. David, Charlie and the other
three guys are not playing. Oh, there they are.... They wave and motion me
over. I walk rapidly over to where they're sitting on the hillside which
slopes pretty steeply down to the courts. A perfect place to observe. I
sit down beside David, with Charlie just on his other side. Then I realize
that they are not as open and happy as they have been the past two days.
"Hi, David, Hi, Charlie. What's up?"
David glances at me, glances down then looks back at the courts. Charlie
glances at David then looks daggers at me then blurts out,
"You know what's up, Bob!" with a furious look on his face, tears glistening
in his eyes. "Why'd you have to go and ruin Basketball Camp for us?"
"What?!?! What in Hell do you mean, 'ruin it' for you?" I ask.
"You know! Don't act innocent!" Charlie continues.
"I have no idea what you're talking about, Charlie, and please keep your
voice down!! The Coach is starting to watch us. Just watch the game."
"You mean having sex with David last night was no big DEAL??" he hoarsely
whispers through gritted teeth, while looking at the courts.
"WHAT --" I begin, then as all the coaches and some of the boys turn to see
what I'm shouting about, I quickly continue, "time are you guys leaving? I
didn't think it was before two!"
A weak cover, but all I could manage after Charlie's bombshell. Again I
lower my voice to a stage whisper,
"Now, What in Hell are you talking about, Charlie??? Do YOU know, David?"
David glances back at me for the first time since I sat down and says,
"Yeah, Bob. Don't pretend it didn't happen. Maybe we didn't have any
penetration, or even any manual contact, but we did get our rocks off. How
the hell could you pretend otherwise?" he ends with angry tears starting to
fill HIS eyes.
My dream! My dream all flashes back to me -- but maybe it wasn't a
dream!! I saw the half full pitcher of tea on the counter but decided I
didn't even have time to put it in the 'fridge before I ran out the door.
Oh, my God! As I visualize the pitcher, I remember that Charlie asked me
to make him a pitcher of weak tea -- after we'd both cum in our shorts and
underpants! When we hugged to say goodbye, he
demanded
that I kiss him, then demanded that we hug and grind and rub and -- oh, Hell
-- Yes! It must not have been a dream! We really did have mutual orgasms --
so I guess we had sex, even if we didn't suck
fuck or even handle each other's dicks! I had this deja vu while I was
gazing, unseeing, at the courts. I turn to David, who senses it and turns
to me.
"David -- DID we?-?- did we grind our bodies together until we shot our
loads?"
"Yes, Bob. We did and I'm glad we did!!"
I feel myself slump, glad that I'm sitting down so I don't collapse! Then
it all comes back to me -- or cums back to me. I must be smiling as I
remember it, as Charlie whispers raspingly through his teeth,
"So you DO remember, and now you're gloating about it! Nice! - really nice,
Bob! You Son of a Bitch!"
With this he gets up, and when the Coach looks up, Charlie points at his
crotch then at the gym, where the toilets are, and the Coach nods. David
and I both know that Charlie wants to leave and may have no need to use the
can. I affect a yawn and stretch, then slowly stand, asking David,
"Want to take a whiz before your team plays? I've got to, and Spike isn't
finished with his morning ablutions, either."
I walk over to the skinny trees close above the courts, so Spike knows that
it's OK to use them, while David walks slowly over to the gym. Best if we
don't go together, or run after Charlie. I urge Spike to
hurry, which he does, amazingly, so we get to the gym just after David goes
in. I push open the door and sigh with relief as there are no others inside
except Charlie and my David. Yeah-- still "my David," -- unless this has
become a major problem. I decide to confront Charlie right now,
"So, what's the beef, Charlie?" I ask, leaving it open. I don't know if
he's pissed that I came on to David when he wanted to, or that I didn't
come on to them both, or what!!
"Bob, how could you do that with him? You said we'd all have to wait, that
there's way too much danger, and then you lead him into it!"
"Whoa, wait! Charlie, do you really think I'd planned it? David, what did
you tell him?"
Charlie glares at me with an angry look, lower lip trembling above his jaw
that is poked out at me. Tears begin to spill out of his eyes as he looks
at David, then me, then back and forth, then continues,
"David, we've shared everything for the past three years, all our ideas
about what we want to be when we grow up, what we wanted for birthdays and
Christmas, what kinds of feelings we had as we entered puberty. Oh, Damn
it, David -- I wanted us to share our first time together -- the first time
we did it with anyone else -- even if it was just jacking off! I liked you
as soon as we met, then really began to like you a lot, -- and the last few
months I think I've fallen in love with you..." he ends quietly, staring
down.
David, looking embarrassed, changes the subject back to our sexcapade,
"Last night we started hugging, then kissing, then got carried away. That
after it happened -- to both of us -- that I asked you for weak tea, then
spilled it on my cummy shorts. It did wash most cum out and
covered the cum stains while only leaving me a damp pair of shorts to wear
back to the dorm. So what the fuck is the big deal, Charlie??"
"You are!" Charlie says in a quiet but intense voice. "Damn it, I hoped
that you two could fall in love with love, have a little romance, but not
have sex! Bob, didn't you keep telling him that you two could not do it
until he's eighteen??"
As I open my mouth to reply, the door bangs open and the head Coach barges
in.
"What the fuck is going on here!?" he shouts.
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Oh, oh! How much did he hear? What does he suspect? Are we all going to
be pulled down? Stay tuned -- more will be posted within a few days.
Don't you hate these cliff hangers? If you have comments, please send them
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