Date: Wed, 8 Apr 2015 19:58:03 -0500
From: q q <jaseded@gmail.com>
Subject: Surprise at Basketball Camp

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This happened in the summer of 2011.

I'm originally from rural New Mexico, and there really isn't much
competitive basketball in the state. I myself was a pretty average player.
I played point and shooting guard and at the time of the story, stood 5'11"
and about 155 pounds.

When I was in eighth grade, my mom saw an ad in the local/regional paper
about a basketball camp for players that wanted to improve their skills,
but weren't star players. It took place at a small college about an hour
from where we lived. Since I was definitely going to play in high school,
and because I wasn't very good at basketball, my mom decided to pay for me
to go.

It was a really great experience from the start. A retired coach had been
doing the program with a couple of guys for five years and they just took
40 kids. Being from the middle of nowhere, I was surprised they even filled
it up. Players were invited back from year to year, and mostly only
freshmen were new.

The coach paired a senior with a freshman with their positional
counterpart. There were eight kids for each position, two from each grade
level. The system actually worked really well. The freshmen would learn the
ropes from their senior mentor and the coaches led the program. On the last
two days of the two-week camp, we played a eight-team, five-on-five
tournament that was awesome.

We all stayed in a small dorm, three stories with 10 doubles and a common
room on each floor. Seniors were paired with freshmen on the top floor,
sophomores were with juniors on the second floor, and the coaches stayed on
the first floor, with a room for each of them.  Each floor also had two
bathrooms each with two stalls, two sinks and a shower. The shower was big,
but the building was old, so there was just a swinging door that only
covered up from the knee to right below the chest.

Even though I hadn't had any gay experiences, I knew that I liked guys
since basically the first time I came to camp. I got to see guys my age in
various stages of undress during the day. The freshmen (myself included)
were always the most shy, but we were paired with seniors. Some of them
walked around the dorm area in only their shorts or better even boxers or
boxer briefs. A couple of times when I was a freshman, I would come out of
the stall and some hot senior would have just stepped out of the shower,
naked and drying off, or shaving.

I had a really good mentor as a freshman, too, on the court. And he was
horny off the court. After lights out every night he would jerk off. Right
before he came, he would throw the blanket off of his body. His hips would
start bucking against the bed as I watched him work himself in the small
amount of light in the room. As he came, he would make these tiny sounds
and then start breathing really heavy. After he was done, he'd wipe off
with tissue and go to bed.

He either didn't know I watched or didn't care because he never said
anything to me.

During my sophomore and junior years there was less nudity, no roommate
masturbation, but a lot of grab-ass. I always wore shorts in the dorm, and
always wore compression shorts underneath to hide my constant erection.

The guys on the sophomore and junior floor were always trying to prove
something. There was lots of wrestling in the common area. Guys would sneak
up behind guys and grab asses, nipples and, you guessed it, even dicks.
Since most of the guys were from the middle of nowhere, I think it was just
a safe way to experiment a little. Only one guy didn't come back after his
sophomore year. I think he was super religious and it just freaked him out.

Anyway, I was finally a senior, coming back for my last year, 17, going on
18 in the winter. I was told about a week before camp that I would be
paired with another point guard from a small school named Ali Davis Jr.
According to his stats, he was two inches shorter and 25 pounds lighter
than I was.

The seniors reported to camp the night before it started. The ten of us had
senior dinner with the coaches and then set some stuff up for the next day.
That night we all played truth or dare and never have I ever. But I think
everyone was just tired or lame because nothing really exciting happened.
One boy had to kiss another boy's bare ass, but that was it. I was hoping
to see a lot more, especially since I had the room all to myself for that
evening. I jerked off fantasizing about the lanky senior forward that had
his ass kissed.

The next day came and I met Ali. He walked into the dorm room, said hi and
I got up to shake his hand. He wasn't super attractive, but he was alright
looking. He had short black curly hair, brown eyes and a very light olive
skin tone. I'd find out later he was mixed black and middle eastern. He had
a little bit of an oily face, but no zits. He wore his khaki shorts loose
and low, but not sagging. Just had on a purple v-neck.

BUT, he had a beautiful smile. And to go along with his perfect white,
straight teeth, he had the cutest face when he smiled.

I introduced myself and pointed him toward his bed and dresser. As he
unpacked we talked about camp. He had a bunch of questions about camp,
which I answered. He wanted to know how much ball we played (only 3 hours a
day before dinner, but drills, too, in the morning), how much free time we
had (two hours after lunch and any time after 7, someone usually brought a
TV and XBox for that time), and most importantly, how the food was.

"I really eat a lot," he said, "but I like to be healthy when I eat, except
hot chips." He proceeded to pull out about a dozen bags of flamin' hot
Cheetos. "I eat a bag a day."

"Jesus!" I replied, "How does your stomach hold up?"

"Well I grew up in the southeast and all we do is eat spicy food."

I told him about how the college made special meals for us as part of the
extra cost (it was actually a pretty expensive camp). As we talked, I
noticed he had a strange laugh, almost broken into small laughs. His voice
sounded pretty much changed, but it wasn't that very deep; it was sexy in a
way. He had smooth arms (he told me later that his girlfriend's arms were
hairier), but he had some hair on his legs, which were skinny but toned.

"Do you lift weights?" I asked him.

"My dad won't let me until I turn 14," he sounded sad about it. "I used to
be fat, but I lost almost 45 pounds last year. I guess my baby fat just
decided to give up."

We both laughed.

"Wait, you're only 13? What grade are you in again?" I snickered.

He responded, "Yeah, smart ass, I'm in ninth grade next year. My birthday
is the last week of September, so I'm just really young for my grade."

We talked for a little longer until he was done unpacking.

I showed him the bathroom and explained to him that everyone was to shower
between 5 and 6 p.m. before going to dinner.

"You can't dick around too long in there. We only have an hour for 5 guys
to get showered and dressed. That means 10 minute maximum in the shower. Me
and Rob (the other senior in our section) will go first since we both
shave. The two or three of you freshmen can go after."

He smiled his beautiful smile, but it looked like he was about to say
something naughty. And then he did.

"That's not enough time to jerk off." We both laughed. I didn't say
anything else.

We went back to the room and just talked about stuff. He had a girlfriend
of about 6 months back home. He told me that he was too nervous to do
anything besides kiss her. I told him not to worry, that he was a little
young to be doing anything else anyway.

He asked about my sex life. I told him that I'd fooled around with a couple
of girls (I hadn't.), but didn't go past hands in pants.

"I just don't want to get a girl pregnant."

He agreed that having a kid would be the worst thing to happen.

I took him around to meet the other seniors and then we had lunch.

The first afternoon went well. The three freshmen showered as ordered after
us. Ali went last, so I was back in the common area before he went in.

That night we played XBox together with most of the other guys. One
freshman stayed in his room and a senior was reading for his AP English
class in the fall. The other eight of us on the floor had a blast.

Lights out were at 10, so we all went to brush our teeth, change and get
ready for bed. The coaches were pretty cool about lights out. Instead of
doing a bed check, they would come up at 9:45 and give us a 15-minute
warning. Then they would go around the perimeter of the dorm and make sure
all the lights were out at 10:15. No one really snuck out because there
wasn't anything to do anyway. Some guys would get back up and play more
games in the common room, but we had to be at breakfast at 7, so no one
stayed up past midnight.

I was hoping Ali slept naked or something, but he didn't. He just wore
compression shorts and a long t-shirt. The t-shirt blocked anything from
view unfortunately. That night I made myself stay up extra late to see if
he did anything, but after about a half hour he was definitely sleeping,
and so I let myself fall asleep.

Nothing happened the next day, but on the third day during shower time I
heard the door to the bathroom open. I was first in the shower, and had
just turned the water on, so it was kind of weird.

"Preston?"

It was Ali.

"Yeah?"

"Can I ask you something personal?"

"Yeah? I guess."

Why now? I could see him over the door, so were were just chatting, but he
couldn't see my dick beginning to slowly stiffen.

"Do you jerk off?"

"Of course I do." My cock throbbed as blood quickly rushed into it.

"What about at camp?"

I paused.

"Well..." I trailed off. "Why do you ask that?"

"Because I haven't done it since I've been here. There is no privacy and
It's always hard."

Oh god. I was at complete erection state. Harder than I had ever been
including those nights watching my roommate squirt when I was a freshman.
My rigid dick pointed up toward my bellybutton. I tried to ignore it and
wash my hair.

I decided to just tell him everything that I had heard from guys.

"Some guys jerk off in the stalls after they shit. That usually doesn't
draw attention. Some guys get up and shower in the morning. I know at least
one guy that did it last year during his morning shower. Some guys do it in
their dorm room when their ROOMMATE IS SHOWERING."

I added emphasis. He grinned sheepishly. It was fucking adorable.

"That's not enough time. I'd be in the middle of it when you come back!" He
whined.

His whining was hot, too. Fuck.

"Well then you can do it in the morning in the shower."

"That's it?"

"Well, when I was a freshman, my senior mentor did it after I was asleep.
He woke me up a couple of times."

I blushed, turned and rinsed my hair under the water. He didn't say
anything. I began to lather myself with body wash.

"No offense," I started, "but you are watching me shower and asking very
personal questions."

Not that I minded. Hell, I would have shot my load if he couldn't see my
arms. Damn this door.

"Can I ask one more question?"

"Yes..." I sighed with impatience and extreme horniness.

My dick was hard. The little bit of leftover skin from my circumcision was
even pulled back. If my dick had doubled in length, it would be poking out
above the swinging door.

"You told me all of this. But when do YOU do it?"

That was an awful question. I washed my body and just decided to respond
honestly.

"I usually hold back as long as I can, but sometimes I'll get up early or
take last shower before dinner and do it then. I don't like to do it
sweaty, but when it gets bad, I tell the coaches I have to take a dump, and
I just jerk it in the locker room in a stall instead. Are you satisfied?"

I know I wasn't.

"Yeah, thanks."

He went into a stall, and I didn't hear anything else. A couple of minutes
later I wrapped my towel around my waist and hurried to my room, hoping no
one would see my erection poking the towel.

I tried to get dressed as soon as I could, but no sooner had I put on my
compression shorts, Ali walked in.

I was trying to tuck my dick under the waistband when the door opened. And
he looked directly at my crotch. About a quarter of my dick was sticking
out above the waistband. I turned away quickly, he nearly slammed the door
shut.

"Sorry," I muttered, embarrassed. I put on shorts and a t-shirt and turned
back around. I looked at him, and I could see the outline of part of his
dick through his gym shorts. He was hard, too.

"It's OK. It's been a few days. I'm hard too. Thanks for talking to me
about it."

"Uhhhh..."

"Sorry, I made it awkward," he continued. "Here."

And suddenly he pulled his shorts down revealing the complete outline of
his dick through his red compression shorts. It was a nice size for 13
going on 14. I could clearly see the small mushroom head of his circumsized
dick. My mouth dropped open. He blushed and pulled the shorts back up.

"I just saw yours, and I didn't want you to hate me for it. So I showed you
that I have to same problem. I hope that's not weird. You're pretty cool
and fun and a good friend for someone so much older than I am." He smiled.
I fainted on the inside.

"Uh, I guess we are even." I said. I didn't know what to say. "Well, if you
want to say anything else, we have time before your shower and dinner."

"I think I'm horny enough to jerk off before dinner. I don't need ten
minutes." We both laughed. That made it better.

"I'm going to take a nap. Have fun." I said. He laughed again and I fell
asleep.

Ali shook me awake about 30 minutes later.

"Dinnertime, sleepyhead."

I hit him with the pillow, grabbed my keys and went with him to dinner.

The next four days came and went and nothing weird happened. Ali was a cool
guy for the most part. I didn't like that he was a pothead, but he didn't
act like it, and he said he only did it with his girlfriend because he
would never pay for it. I asked him how often he did it, and he told me any
time he was at her house. He also liked more rap than I did, but was into
other more mainstream music. We had similar taste in video games, and best
of all basketball.

We were both Spurs fans and we were both students of the game. I guess when
you are an average player (he was a little worse than I was), you can't
just care about athletics. You need some good plays to help you win.

Fortunately or unfortunately we didn't have any more talks about sex or
anything like that. I guess he was taking care of his dick on his own time.

He did get up one morning early, and I followed him into the bathroom. I
really had to piss. He was in the stall next to me. When I finished he was
in the shower with shampoo in his hair. I just said "good morning" and he
responded the same. I didn't wait to see if he was jerking off, obviously.

On the eighth night I couldn't sleep and I thought I heard him jerking off
in the bed across the room. His covers were moving rhythmically, but
suddenly they stopped. There didn't seem to be any climax, any tension, any
orgasm. I looked up and he was starting away from me. He didn't see me
watching. He rolled toward the wall and nothing else happened. I stayed up
late that night waiting to see, but I eventually fell asleep without any
more excitement.

On the ninth day it was tradition that we just did drills in the morning
then went to a local park in the afternoon. They had an arcade, batting
cages, putt-putt, go-karts, etc. Everyone always wanted to play putt-putt
because they had four courses. After that, we would go out to our "cheat"
dinner at a local restaurant and then we'd do the draft for the basketball
tournament on the 12th and 13th day.

After practice, we talked about driving situations. The coaches had rented
three 12-seater vans for the fifteen minute drive. There were 7 people left
over. Me and two other guys drove to the camp, so one guy said he'd take
his freshman and three seniors were going to go together. I said I would
take Ali.

After that we went to shower. We were going to meet at the park at 1:30.
The three freshmen on the van showered first, followed by the three seniors
and then the other senior and the freshman. That means Ali and I were last.
I went downstairs and told the coaches that we would be along in about 20
minutes after Ali and I showered.

I went back up to the dorm room and his clothes were on the ground and his
towel was gone. I shucked my clothes, too and wrapped my towel around my
waist.

I went in the nearest bathroom; the one we usually used. The shower was on,
but no one was in it. I checked under the stall doors, but I didn't see any
feet. Ali must have gone to the other shower. I hung my towel on the hook
and went into the spray. I told the coaches we'd be about 20 minutes after
everyone else, so I thought I'd be undisturbed for a while. What a great
time to shoot my load. It had been three days, and I had only done it once
since camp opened.

I began lathering up my hairless body and shoulders, I had lots of hair
under my arms and a moderate amount on my arms, but God gave me the grace
of a smooth chest.

I started to get hard thinking about Ali and eventually moved my hand to my
soapy dick.

"Why are you in the shower?!"

I turned around and Ali was standing there with the door open. Luckily I
was facing away from him. I spun around, my mind suddenly unaware of my
half-hard cock.

"WHY?! Because no one else was in here. I thought you were in the one at
the other end of the hall!"

"No! I was showering in here. You go down the hall!"

We were yelling at each other, not in anger but in confusion and
embarassment. We were both standing naked with him one step out of the
shower and me soaked, soapy and vulnerable inside it.

"Why can't you go?! I've already started showering. I'm wet." I tried to
speak to him rationally.

"Because I'm already half done." I look at his face and he looks down and
he's completely hard. "I was jerking off in the stall when I heard the door
open. I came over to investigate."

I responded politely "Oh." And completely out of character I said, "Well
get in." He shrugs and steps in.

"Are you going to leave?" He looks more pissed now than anything. I can't
take my eyes off of how nice his package is.

"This shower is pretty big, man. We have already seen each other hard
twice. You were jerking off in bed last night." I stop talking and look at
his face instead of his dick. He looks away from my gaze.

"So?"

"So, I don't give a fuck about privacy. I've seen more of your anatomy than
anyone, including any girl. I'm going to stay here and jerk off. You can
stay, too, either way, it's up to you."

My adrenaline is pumping, my dick is rock hard, and I don't even know what
I'm really saying. It's just coming out.

"Yeah, I guess you're right."

"Uh. OK?" I ask nervously.

"Are you gay, Preston? It wouldn't matter if you were."

"I guess so."

"That's cool. Let's jerk off together."

"Together?"

"Yeah, you're pretty cool. Probably would be one of my best friends if we
went to school together. I really like you." Then he added. "Just as a
friend though. You can watch me. A little present for all you've taught me
these last few days."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, absolutely." He says it with nervousness but confidence. It's cute as
fuck either way. "Is it gay to say that you have a nice dick?"

"I don't think so."

"You have a nice dick."

"Thanks. You too."

"It's too small." He looks away again, still hard.

"It's great!"

I get down on my knees. "Care if I study it? I promise not to touch."

"OK."

To this day, it's still the best cock that I've seen. Its color is even
lighter than his olive body. It has that nice mushroom head, just like my
own. It's shiny and wet from the shower. Hard, and probably pulsing. There
is a nice thick band of hair above his dick. Definitely a good amount for
being almost 14. His balls were in a tight hairless sack, but had a very
nice size. Length was probably about 5 inches of rock hard flesh with
average girth. Very nice for a 13-year-old. The most interesting thing of
all though, and maybe what made it so hot was his circumcision. He was
circumcised, but there was virtually no scar.

I mentioned how the hair amount, length and girth were what I'd want in a
guy. He swooned in lust.

I stood back and started soaping myself up and he followed my lead.

"We have to be quick," I said, "they'll be expecting us soon."

I start pulling on my dick. Feeling it slip between my fingers. I watch his
left hand play with his balls and area beneath them as he stroked his
perfect cock rapidly, soap suds flying everywhere. He keeps moving his hand
back toward his ass as he watches me stroke, a little slower than he is.

I moan quietly with pleasure. "You like touching your ass?"

"Never tried it. Being in here with you gave me the idea."

I moan again. "Don't do it for me."

"I'm not."

While he says this, I can feel my dick pulsing, tingling as my orgasm
builds. It would definitely be less than a minute until I came.

He continued rubbing his dick at light speed and starts massaging his
asshole. He seemed to like it a lot, and suddenly he stops.

"Preston?"

"Yeah?"

"Come over here."

I stop stroking and take the two steps to reach him.

"Can we do each other?" he asks with the cutest smile.

"Hell yeah, but I'm really close."

"Me, too," he whispers in my ear as he closes his hand around my dick.

What a fucking jolt! I hump up into his hand, grinding the head of my
six-inch dick against his leg.

"I've never been touched before, Ali." I gasp.

"Me either. Please do it."

I grab his perfect cock and start moving my hand up and down the length. He
wraps his left arm around me as he presses his molten flesh into my hand
over and over. It's the best feeling of my life.

After maybe 30 seconds he whispers "I'm gonna shoot." His body goes
completely stiff, like a plank. He thrusts his cock into my hips as three
ropes of hot gray cum shoot up and out onto my hip and pubes. The fourth
falls directly into his hand, onto my dick. The rest dribbles out.

As soon as I feel his hot, sticky cum on my dick, it's over. I seem to
orgasm forever, trying to enjoy this average-looking, but also so fucking
hot guy with the beautiful smile stroke my cock. I know my dick pulses at
least a dozen times. My cum completely soaks his pubes, matting them down.
It was awesome.

We pull apart.

"Are you OK?" I ask.

"Yeah."

"You don't feel weird about doing that?"

"No man, it felt amazing."

We showered up and left the dorm five minutes late.

On the drive I asked him again how he felt.

"I feel fine, really. Was it good for you? It was your first time, too." He
looked at me like I was going to say it was awful.

"Yeah, you're so hot. Your girlfriend is lucky."

"Well, it was my first time, too. I'm glad it was you."

I looked over and he's smiling at me. And he's so sexy

We end up jerking off together that night, on the same bed but not touching
each other. I guess he might have still been weirded out. The last three
nights we jerked off each other.

He ended up on the fifth place team, I was on the second place team for the
second straight year.

After camp we exchanged numbers. He broke up with his girlfriend a week
after he got back to his hometown. We skyped a little bit and talked on the
phone and texted a lot. He said he had a man/mansex crush on me. We ended
up jerking off on cam a lot that summer.

When I turned 18 that February (he was 14), I told him I had to break it
off because since I was 18, it was illegal to do what we were doing. He
said that it OK and that he understood. We still talked all the time and
remained good friends.

He got back with his girlfriend, and he told me we still talked more than
they did. We kept in decent touch for the next couple of years.


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