Date: Wed, 26 Dec 2001 18:08:47 -0800 (PST)
From: Nutador <nutador2001@yahoo.com>
Subject: Basketball Night

The author retains all rights of ownership.

This is a fantasy for Adults Only.  It takes place in my own mind.  There
is a small swingers community called Johnsonville, a place where no one
ever dies from a sexually transmitted disease.

(M+/M+, orgy, casual M/b)


Basketball Night

From a work in progress entitled Johnsonville.

By Pervy Bishelly

Part 1

On the second and fourth Tuesdays of every month fathers and sons got
together for a basketball practice and workout.  The sons practiced, the
fathers worked out.  The school coach was there to oversee the practice;
but I was surprised to see so many fathers in attendance.  The boys ranged
in age from 11 to 14 years old.  The fathers appeared to be from their
mid-twenties to mid-forties.  And besides myself and the coach, there were
11 of them, all fit and eager to mix it up on the floor.

Even though I was childless, I was invited to join in.  I had played some
basketball in High School and looked forward to an evening of play on the
court.  I was invited because we were new in Johnsonville, and those taking
me under their wing wanted me to experience this too.  The invitation
seemed perfectly innocent, even healthy; but knowing Johnsonville I was
ready for any surprise.

The evening was surprisingly low-key and pleasant.  The coach put everyone
through some drills for the first half-hour, and then divided us up into
four teams, with one back up for each team.  All the backups were men, so
that all the boys would get to play.  There was no shouting or screaming.
Just gentle, but constant cajoling and vocal control of the play.  Often
the play was halted so the coach or one of the fathers could point out and
explain an error; why and how it was made and how to avoid it in the
future.

Promptly at nine o'clock, the coach blew his whistle and play stopped.
Everyone slowly headed for the lockers in high spirits.  There was a lot of
chatter and kidding, back-slapping, hair-tousling, and butt- patting all
the way into the locker room.  The kids seemed to know the routine, and
stripping quickly headed into the showers, while the fathers moved more
slowly, talking and taking their time.  By the time the Dads were all naked
and moving into the shower room, the kids were headed out and toweling
down.  Some of them seemed anxious to get out of there and on their way
home.  A few lingered in the locker area, talking and horsing around.

Getting naked with a bunch of other guys in the locker room brought back a
lot of fond memories for me and not a little sexual excitement.  I always
enjoyed that naked camaraderie, and felt my penis swell and grow heavy
between my thighs as I moved into the shower room with the rest of the men.
There were about seven shower heads, so not everyone could have their own.
But that didn't seem to be a problem as several men shared.

Being new, I was allowed my own shower.  Bill, the guy who had invited me
to the practice was on my right, sharing a shower with coach.  On my left
was a large, sandy haired guy named Carl.  The loud chatter soon died down
to just murmurs almost obscured by the noise of the water pouring down.  I
looked around, curious as to why the sudden comparative silence.  I
immediately saw why.  The guys were not there to just get a quick shower or
just to clean themselves.  Many guys were washing each others backs, others
were playing with each others pricks and balls.  Many asses were being
fondled and even fingered.  Tits and pecs were being mauled and tweaked.

Suddenly a young boy about eleven with strawberry blond hair was at my side
staring at my dick, which was just starting to really swell, standing
straight out from my crotch.  He must have been one of the boys that
lingered in the locker room.  I was kind of embarrassed and wasn't sure how
to act, when Carl next to me spoke, "Don't mind him.  That's my boy Calvin.
He's fascinated by cock.  You're new and he hasn't seen yours yet."  He was
smiling broadly and shaking his head, "I'm sure the kid is going to grow up
to be a first-class cocksucker!"

The boy smiled shyly at me and moved away, around his father, to the next
man down the line.  The mans large penis was fully erect, as he stood
facing outward, letting the water massage his back.  Obviously the kid knew
him, as he immediately grabbed the large shaft and began playing with it.
Neither the guy, whose name was Ted Miller, nor his father said anything,
but stood there watching the kid and the rest of the sexual play in the
room as if everything were perfectly normal.

 Finally Ted said, "You better save that for your Dad!"

The kid smiled up at him mischievously and quickly left the shower area.  I
assume most of the kids knew their way home as all the others had left by
now without waiting for their Dads.  It was a small town after all, and not
much out there to worry about.  I settled into a dazed state as the men
began moving around me, forming different groups, and switching partners so
to speak.  I was suddenly aware of a young muscle hunk standing beside me
as he reached out and started to massage my meat.  I had certainly noticed
him earlier on the court, as he had one of the greatest asses I had ever
seen on a man.  His name was Tom and he was smiling broadly at me as he
continued to fondle my cock.

I wasn't going to let this opportunity pass as I quickly brought a hand
around and grabbed a hold of that beautiful ass.  He closed his eyes, as if
in ecstasy, as I fondled his rear.  I went further and sank my fingers low
into his deep cleavage.  What an ass!  It was like two Volleyballs squashed
together.  I found his hole and dug my index finger in deep.  The ass may
have been tight, but the hole was not.  My finger sank easily into his hot
rectum.  I finger-fucked him for several minutes, until he moved slowly
away, looking back at my with a smile and eyes that promised everything.

Slowly, the showers were all being turned off and the men, most of them
sporting huge erections wagging in front of them were moving out of the
room.  I lingered in disbelief.  Once again Johnsonville had caught me
unprepared, shocked and surprised.  I assumed that that was all of the
action, and that everyone would quietly get dressed now and go home to
their families.  No one had actually ejaculated that I could tell, but they
all sure left parading big boners.

Bill stayed behind with me, smiling at my obvious state of shock.  I
couldn't wipe the smile off my face or stop shaking my head.  I made no
attempt to will my own erection away, but just let it wave in the breeze.
Bill grabbed my arm, and said, "Come on, the fun is just starting."

Part 2

Bill put his arm around my shoulder as we walked out of the shower room and
into an empty locker room.  Again I was surprised.  The men had all
disappeared, but their clothes were still scattered about.  Then I
remembered this school had a sauna.  I had been given a guided tour weeks
earlier of the school facilities on one of the community meeting nights and
was surprised to be shown a sauna in a school gymnasium.  I was told it had
been installed only recently by the community members who wanted to use the
gymnasium for more general purpose.  I had forgotten about it until then,
but now remembered the smell of hot, wet wood and stale smell of many
bodies that had sweated away in there.  I remembered too the orange-red
lightbulb in its metal cage that lit the small room from the ceiling

But nothing prepared me for what I saw as Bill opened the door and gently
pushed me inside.  The room was a pile of naked male bodies writhing
together under that hellish scarlet light like a scene from the Inferno.
Sounds of grunts and moans, slurping and sucking, flesh slapping flesh as
asses were being fucked, completely filled the small space.  The smell, a
mixture of the bodies fresh from the shower, but now sweating and exuding
the special pheromones of the male in sexual heat, and the hot, almost
female smell filled the room that a man's ass gives off when he is being
fucked.  Everybody was doing something to somebody.  It appeared no cock,
ass, or mouth was left unused.  Straight in front of me when I entered the
room, a guy was ass-fucking another guy doggie style, and sucking a cock
offered to him by a man standing over the one being fucked.  The one being
fucked was also sucking the cock of a man who was leaning forward and had
his face buried in the ass of the man who was getting sucked by the man who
was doing the fucking.

I looked around for Tom, hoping that ass of his was not being totally
occupied for the evening.  I found him kneeling on a bench, his ass in the
air, his mouth sucking on a large cock gently moving in and out of his
face.  The ass was occupied all right, but with a tongue, not a cock, as
Coach Joe was busily eating it out.  He had spread those beautiful buns as
wide a he could and had his tongue buried deep inside.  When Tom saw me out
of the corner of his eye, he pulled off the cock with a large pop, and
pushed the coach's face back with his ass as he got up and came to me.
Behind him, I saw the coach latch on to the cock that Tom had abandoned and
start sucking without missing a beat.

Tom put his arms around me and said, "I've been waiting for you.  I want
you to be the first tonight since you're the new guy.  Wanna' fuck my ass?"

I didn't really need to answer as my fingers had already found his wet and
open butthole and were digging deep.  "You bet!" I said.

He turned around and bent over, bracing his arms on the bench beside the
coach who was still sucking cock.  His ass was just at the right height for
me, and I took hold of my cock which was still hard from the shower room
activity and slowly guided the fat head of it into Toms rectum.  I moved
slowly only so I could savor every inch of that hot beautiful ass as I
entered it.  I'm sure Tom would have been just as happy if I had rammed it
in to my balls in one stab.  But his ass was like silk inside.  Hot, firm,
wet flesh grasping my rod in a smooth clutching embrace.  My hands roamed
over his broad muscular back as my eyes drank in those round, alabaster
buns now hiding my huge erection in their depths.

As I slowly, but rhythmically fucked away, another guy came up behind the
coach, a big stiff cock in his hand, which he carefully stuffed into the
coach's ass.  The coach moaned around the cock in his mouth, but kept right
on sucking.  The activity in the room did not let up and my cock was so
hard it hurt; but I knew I wasn't going to last much longer.  Some guy had
dropped to the floor between our legs and was tonguing both our ballsacks.
Tom's luscious butt cheeks were sticking to my abdomen with sweat every
time I went deep.  I loved that itchy feeling of my pubic hairs soaked in
sweat caught between our flesh.

Tom's ass started to get really juicy and was making noise now as I fucked
in and out.  I couldn't take it any longer.  I started pounding his ass and
groaning loudly as I climbed to orgasm.  Everyone watched as I expelled a
great gasp of air from my lungs and began spurting into him.  It seemed to
last forever, until finally it faded away with my slowing fuck movement,
and I fell over his back exhausted, my hard prick still buried deep in his
ass.  After a bit, I slowly moved my ass back to pull my prick from his
hole.  I could feel it slither out like a snake and drop to hang down, I
knew, still drooling cum and ass juice.  I stayed bent over Tom for a few
minutes as the mouth between our legs started vacuuming my cock of all its
leftover juices.

I kissed Tom's back and thanked him for a beautiful fuck, and then raised
up and stepped back.  He moved his knees up onto the bench, and bending
forward again stuck his ass in the air like he was when I first saw him.
In a flash, big Carl had moved in between us and was inserting his meat
into Toms now juicy, open hole.  Having just left that hole, I knew what a
treat he was in for, even with my cum squishing out and coating his pubes
with a ring of froth.  I stayed for awhile, moving to Tom's side to play
with his nipples while he was getting slam fucked by Carl; but the room was
getting too hot for me.  I was covered in sweat and my cock and balls were
sticky with saliva and fuck juice.  I needed to get back into the shower.

Part 3

I walked out in a drugged state, but the cool air of the locker room helped
clear my head.  And while my animal mind wanted to shower and then jump
right back into the orgy, my body and better sense said get dressed and go
home.  Another guy had followed me out of the sauna and joined me in the
shower.  He was covered in sweat and had a broad, satisfied smile on his
face.  They had called him "Frenchy" on the basketball court, but I knew
his name was René.  He too was a comparative newcomer to Johnsonville.

"It's crazy in there, isn't it?" he said, with a slight accent, shaking his
head.

"I've come to expect surprises around here," I responded.

Both of our cocks were still swollen from the activity, and I couldn't help
noticing what a beautiful one René was sporting.  It was one of those
fat European dicks with a foreskin that would normally have covered the
glans completely, but in that swollen state was half pulled back, revealing
half of a big, red, juicy head.  I quickly soaped up and rinsed off, while
stealing glances of his fat meat swaying around in front of him.  Before
leaving the shower, unable to help myself, I reached over and took a firm
grip on his prick.

"I was going to go home," I said, "but I would love to have a little taste
of this before I leave."

He put his arms around me as I held on to his thick meat between us.
"You're not going already are you?" he said, his eyes wide with
disappointment.  "There's still lot of fun to have!"

I didn't have to be asked twice.  "I'll stay if I can suck you," I said.
He brought his face to mine and I found myself french-kissing a handsome
Frenchman.  He pulled away slowly, and guided me back to the locker room
and into the sauna.

Inside I saw that Tom had been moved into the center of the room.  He was
still on his feet, but bent over sucking on one cock while still getting
fucked in the ass by another one.  It was obvious he had been fucked
continuously since I left, and that practically every man in the room was
going to have at least one go at him.  There were two men flanking his ass,
waiting for their turn.

René moved close to Tom's body and began caressing his sweat covered,
muscled back.  René turned and smiled at me, waving his dick with his
left hand.  I immediately dropped to my knees and took it in my mouth.  I
let my tongue play around the foreskin for a long while, until he started
to erect again, and the head slipped out of the skin completely and reached
for the back of my throat.  I started sucking in long solid strokes,
encouraging his swelling.  He was soon fully erect.  I took a firm grip on
his big balls with my right hand to control his cock.  With my left hand I
reached under Tom's body and sliding my hand down over his muscular abs, I
found his hanging genitals, swollen and slimy with all kind of juices.  He
had obviously ejaculated more than once already, but kept right on giving
up his ass to all comers.

I was not an expert cocksucker; and the bigger Rene's cock became, the
harder it was for me to handle it.  I gagged several times trying to deep
throat him, and probably nicked him more than once with my teeth, but I was
a man possessed and kept jamming my mouth down on it.

After a while, he leaned over me and said, "I want to fuck you."

I hadn't been fucked in a long time, and in fact, was practically a virgin,
but the time and place was right and it suddenly seemed like a great idea.
I got slowly to my feet and turned toward Tom.  I leaned over him trying
not to put any weight on him, as I knew he must be exhausted.  René
squatted down behind me and pulling my cheeks apart, shoved his face into
my hairy ass.  His tongue licked at my hole for several minutes and then
begin trying to burrow inside.  It felt wonderful, but realizing he wasn't
gaining any ground, he stood up and asked for grease.  A jar of lube was
put in his hand and he scooped out two fingers full.  This went straight to
my hole.  First one finger went in, and then two.  I let out a gasp, but
tried to relax.

"Push out," he said.

I did, and it helped a lot.  The two fingers went deep and started stirring
around.  I pushed some more and suddenly felt my ass open up like a flower.
He brought his greasy fingers back to his standing prong and caressed it
with long strokes leaving it shiny and hard.  Since he was shorter than I
am, I lowered my ass to what I thought was the right height and felt him
slide the head of his prick right into my hole.  I continued to keep myself
loose and felt like my ass was falling out as he continued to maneuver his
thick, hard meat into my ass.  It felt wonderful.

I noticed another man had taken over behind Tom's ass and was vigorously
slamming in and out of that abused hole.  There was only one more guy now
waiting for a turn.  I was hoping to have one more try myself before he
gave up for the night, so started frigging myself, as René slowly pushed
deep into my ass and slowly pulled out again.  He picked up the rhythm a
little and my cock began to swell in my hand.  It felt like I was coming
continuously as he stroked back and forth over my joy-spot.  I had never
felt that before and couldn't help myself from groaning loudly with every
push.

As the last man waiting took over at Tom's ass, a wild and crazy idea
entered my sex-crazed mind.  My cock hardened to full extent as I
contemplated the possibility.  Luckily he didn't last long, or my plan
would have been ruined by my ecstasy pushing me over the edge; but after a
few moments he went into overdrive and grunting loudly dumped his load in
Tom's overloaded asshole.  I glanced back at René and began moving
around Tom's body to his rear end.  René understood immediately what I
wanted and followed me around with his big prick buried deep in my bowels.

Part 4

When I got behind Tom I saw that both of his huge inner thighs were covered
in the semen dripping out of his hole.  It was a heady, overwhelming smell
of cum and well-fucked ass.  It just made me more determined to get another
piece of it.  Luckily Tom was short too, so squatting slightly as I was to
accommodate René, I was at just the right height to slip my wooden boner
right into Tom's waiting butt for the second time that evening.

But this time was definitely different.  What before was a silky, clutching
smoothness had become a swollen, sopping swim in a hole that felt like it
may never be able to close up again.  If it hadn't been for my crazed sex
driven determination, the smell and slime of it all, and Rene's big prong
up my ass, I probably would have given it up.  But René held himself
against me, and let me fuck myself back and forth, into Tom's hole and then
back, filling my own hole again and again.  I threw my head back and
grunted rhythmically with each thrust.  When I was close I stopped
thrusting and buried deep in Tom's ass, I turned to René and ordered,
"Fuck me!"  He obligingly took over and began slamming my now loose
asshole, climbing toward his own release.

The small crowd that had gathered around to watch our sandwich fuck began
to cheer us on with "Yeah, man!", "Go for it!" and other encouragement.
René began a jackhammer rhythm that slapped my ass loudly and soon let
loose some french-sounding "oouph!"  The hard slapping of his body against
my butt continued as I felt his prick jerk and explode inside me.  That was
all I needed and I cried out and spilled another load in Tom's soaked ass.

We stayed in position a minute or two, coming down, before René slowly
drew his long cock out of my hole.  I fell away from Tom and stumbled to
the wall.  I slid down and sat on the floor totally exhausted, but happy.
Through glazed eyes I watched Tom stand up, wobbling like a drunk.  He
headed toward the door, one hand at his asshole, as if trying to hold
everything together, but was stopped by an older guy who I knew to be a
local businessman.  He said, "You promised!" and with that Tom turned
around again like a sleepwalker and went to the bench.  He climbed up on
his knees and stuck his ass out again, and I thought he was going to let
one more guy fuck him, but instead the guy got down on his knees and
brought his face to Tom's ass.

I couldn't believe this and got up off the floor to move closer for a
better view.  The old guy began licking all around Tom's butthole swiping
up the slime with his tongue.  Then he went to one mighty inner thigh and
licked that up like it was ice cream.  Then he went to the other inner
thigh, and then worked his way back to the main target.  He gently pulled
Tom's buttocks apart and we all saw a swollen sphincter, pushed out like a
big, ruddy rose.  A large drop of white cream appeared in the center of it
and I thought "that's mine" as the guy dove in and sucked it up.  He
continued to suck on the swollen hole, easily digging deep with his tongue
into the soft, inflamed ring of membrane.  He pulled away slowly, looking
at the rose, and then slapped Tom on the ass.  "Come on, boy!" he growled,
"Give it to me!"

We all watched in amazement as Tom pushed with what strength he had left in
his ass and the rose blossomed even more open.  Suddenly a great gout of
creamy sperm spilled out of his ass, but was immediately sucked up into the
old man's mouth.  The old guy began moaning and frigging himself wildly, as
Tom continued to grunt and feed him, shitting the hot cream directly into
his mouth.  With his tongue buried deep, the old guy suddenly gurgled
loudly and stiffened, as his own fat prick spat out a torrent of cum
against the riser of the bench.  He kept his tongue buried until his orgasm
had passed, then slowly dropped away from Tom's butt and sank back.

All the sexual tension in the room suddenly fell away, like a general sigh
of relief, and all the guys started leaving the little room.  I trailed out
with them and we all headed to the showers.  I chuckled to myself, still
dumbfounded.  "Just another fucking night in Johnsonville," I thought.  I
have always considered my bisexuality as just a small part of my total
sexuality; but after that experience, I began to change my view.  I thought
the whole evening had been such a total, debauched turn-on I couldn't wait
to do it again.  And next time, I promised myself, I wasn't going to be the
shy little wall-flower.  I couldn't wait for next "Basketball Night" when I
could become a total slut.