Date: Wed, 15 May 2002 08:09:51 -0700
From: Zippy Queer <zippyqueer@hotmail.com>
Subject: Mad Dog on a Mission -- Chapter 2

*** Mad Dog On A Mission *** Chapter 2 ***

This story is a totally imaginary fantasy about
professional basketball players.  Nothing in this story
should be taken as any indication of the actual sexual
orientation or behaviors of any of the players.

Hope you enjoy!  Comments welcome at
zippyqueer@hotmail.com.

-Zippy Queer

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Coach Phil Jackson of the Los Angeles Lakers called his
favorite player, Mark Madsen, into his office after Mark's
workout.  "Mark," he said, "I'm very pleased with your work
on the first personal inventory.  The information you have
provided will give me great insight into how to best
motivate Kobe, as a basketball player and as a person.
Great job!"

Mark smiled and said, "No problem, coach.  It was kind of
fun!"

"Good," Coach said.  "Now, who's your next victim going to
be?"

"Hmmm.  Well, I'm sharing a hotel room with Rick Fox
tomorrow night.  He invited me to go to Vegas with him for
the weekend.  He had to get away since he and his wife have
been fighting.  I guess he figured he could beat me at
blackjack."

Coach chuckled and said, "Well, good luck.  Here's a fresh
set of inventory forms."  Mark took the forms and headed
back to the locker room.  He was looking forward to the
weekend with Rick, a fun guy and a great ball player.  Rick
was married to Vanessa Williams, the actress and singer who
used to be Miss America.  Mark thought it was odd that both
Rick Fox and Kobe Bryant were married to women named
Vanessa.  Maybe Rick would be as cool about doing the
survey as Kobe had been.

The next afternoon, Rick picked up Mark and headed for a
private airport north of L.A.  Finding the small plane he
had chartered, Rick tossed his and Mark's travel bags into
the cargo hold, then tracked down their pilot.  In less
than an hour, they were in Las Vegas and ready for an
evening of gambling and drinking (though Mark didn't really
drink alcohol).

At the hotel, Rick realized that he had forgotten to book a
separate room for Mark.  The clerk said that they were
totally booked, but that Rick's room was a luxury suite
with two king-size beds.  They decided that would be plenty
of room.  Heading up to the suite, the two friends got
settled in.  "Ready to lose some dough, little boy?" Rick
teased.  Although Mark had two inches on Rick and weighed
about the same, Rick always called him "little boy."  It
had more to do with age, maybe, since 25-year-old Mark
called 31-year-old Rick "old man."

Mark answered, "You're the one who's gonna lose your shirt,
old man."

"We'll see, little boy," Rick said, as he picked out a
snazzy shirt, tie, and pants to wear to the casino.  "I'm
gonna wash up before we head downstairs.  Just in case we
run into some young ladies..."  He smiled slyly as he took
off his travel outfit of a t-shirt, long gym shorts, and
Nikes, and headed to the bathroom in his just his
jockstrap.  Mark admired Rick's strong, hairy body.  The
curtains on the room's big window were open, but they were
15 stories up, so nobody was going to be looking in on
them.

Mark unpacked and picked out clothes while Rick showered.
Mark set up the ironing board and ironed his shirt, and
because he was such a nice guy, he ironed Rick's shirt too.
He then got undressed and headed to the bathroom in his
white briefs.

"Come on, old man, you've been in there forever," Mark told
Rick.

"Hold on, little boy.  I have to get Vanessa's stinky
perfume out of my hair.  She's always spraying it
everywhere," Rick said.

Mark replied, "Yeah, I noticed that on the plane.  Thought
you were just trying a new cologne.  Kind of fruity
smelling."

"Yeah," Rick replied, still in the shower.  "You know,
she's doing a lot of stuff lately that ticks me off.  She's
always spraying her perfume everywhere, and then she tells
me what I'm supposed to wear, and that I have to shave my
beard closer, all this shit.  She won't give me room to
breathe, man."

"Well," Mark said, "if you don't get out of that shower
soon, I'm not going to give you any room to breathe
either."  Mark peeked his head around the shower curtain to
find Rick facing the nozzle.  Seeing a great opportunity,
Mark dropped his underwear and quietly stepped into the tub
behind his oblivious friend.

"You just hold onto your panties, little boy," Rick said,
just before Mark gave him a huge surprise by grabbing his
sides and tickling him like crazy.  "You motherfucker, get
off of me!" Rick yelled through his laughter.  Mark kept up
the tickling until Rick said, "OK, OK, little boy, you can
have the fuckin' shower."  He stepped out and grabbed a
towel, leaving a satisfied Mark alone under the hot spray.

Later, Rick and Mark sat at a blackjack table, Rick with
his fourth Tequila Sunrise in hand, Mark holding a big
glass of spring water.  Mark just watched the card game,
but Rick was betting a ton of money, and losing most of it.
As the next hand was dealt, Rick asked Mark, "So you want
to do Coach's survey thing this weekend, huh?"

Mark said, "Yeah, if you don't mind.  It's pretty easy—only
takes an hour or so.  I did it with Kobe already, and it
went fine."  Mark smiled as he remembered his very
enjoyable time with Kobe.  He had no idea whether things
would go that way with Rick too.  He kind of doubted it,
since Rick seemed like a really tough guy who would want to
just get it over with, rather than doing the "extended
version" that he and Kobe had done.

"Alright, little boy, I'm about to break the bank here, so
maybe we should head upstairs in a bit and take care of
it," Rick said.  Mark agreed, and they finished the hand
before heading back up to the room, about $500 each poorer
than at the start of the night.  Back in the room, the guys
changed into t-shirts (both of them Laker-gold in color)
and purple boxers, then watched Sports Center for half an
hour.  Then, Rick told Mark that he was ready to start.

"OK," Mark said as he gathered up his inventory form, pen,
and tape measure, and headed over to an easy chair.  Rick
had climbed down onto the carpet between the two beds and
was doing some sit-ups, facing toward Mark.  "Question
number 1:  How would you rate your personal happiness, 1 to
10, 10 being happiest?"

Rick continued doing sit-ups while saying, "Well, let's
see.  Normally I'd be a 10.  I mean, I'm playing on a
world-championship basketball team, I'm married to a former
Miss America, I have a ton of money, though a little less
than I did three hours ago," Rick said, smiling.  Then his
expression turned more serious as he said, "But lately, I'm
having all of these problems with Vanessa.  So, I guess I
would have to say, uh, 7."

Mark noted his answer and then continued.  "OK.  Question
number 2:  How close are you to reaching your full
potential as a basketball player?  1 to 10, 1 meaning you
have a very long way to go, 10 meaning you can't possibly
get any better than you are now."

Rick stopped the sit-ups and got up to sit on the bed.
"I'd say 7 again.  I still have another six or eight or ten
years to play, and I bet I can improve over where I am
now."

"I don't know," Mark said, shaking his head, "you're pretty
good already.  Not sure how much better you could get."

Rick pretended to be irritated and said, "Pretty good?  I'm
fuckin' awesome and you know it, little boy."

"Yeah, yeah, whatever, old man," Mark said.  "Moving on to
question #3:  How would you rate your physical development,
the overall condition of your body, as compared to the
other players in the NBA?  1 to 10, 10 being the best in
the league."

Rick gazed proudly down at his well-build chest and strong
legs and answered, "10.  I'm a major stud."

"Whatever you say," Mark said, rolling his eyes.  "OK, the
next section is about each individual part of your body.
I'll ask you how you feel about a part of your body, then
while you think of an answer, I'll measure that part of
your body."  He held up the tape measure for Rick to see.

Rick was surprised about this set of questions, but he
decided to go along.  He liked this kid and knew he was
harmless, plus he wanted to help the coach out.  "OK, what
do I do first?"

Mark said, "Come over in front of me and get down on your
knees."  Rick did so and looked up at the younger player.
"The first thing is your face.  I'm going to take
measurements while you decide how to rate your face, 1 to
10."

"Compared to what?" Rick asked.

"I don't know, man, just answer the question," Mark said.
He started measuring, writing down the horizontal and
vertical measurements of Rick's face as well as the
dimensions of his eyes, nose, ears, and mouth.

Rick thought this was getting strange, but he went along,
saying, "Well, I am one hot-lookin' motherfucker, at least
according to Vanessa when she's not in one of her moods.
I'll say 10."  Mark had to agree; those big busy eyebrows
and light beard were pretty cute.

Mark wrote down the rating, then said, "OK, hold your arms
out to the sides, and give me a rating on your arms, 1 to
10."  Mark carefully measured Rick's powerful arms, getting
the length as well as the circumference at Rick's big
biceps, then took measurements of the hands and fingers.

"Arms, huh?  Well, I like my arms, I guess."  What a weird
question, Rick thought.  "8, I guess."

"Moving on to the torso," Mark said, enjoying this quite a
bit.  "For this, you'll need to stand up and take off your
shirt."  Rick complied, and Mark strung the tape around his
friend's chest, then measured his waist.  Rick had great
pecs and a very tight middle, especially for a guy over 30,
Mark thought.  "Chest, old man, give me a rating."

As Mark carefully measured the distance from Rick's Adam's
apple to his navel, Rick looked over at the mirror, which
only showed him and Mark from the neck down since they were
so tall.  "Chest gets a 10, definitely.  My biggest asset.
Or, make that my second biggest," he said with a salacious
grin.

"We'll see about that," said Mark.  "Let's do the glutes
next.  Get out of those shorts, old man."

"You anxious to smell my hairy ass, little boy?" Rick
teased as he turned around and took off his boxers.  Sure
enough, Mark noticed, Rick had a good amount of hair back
there, though not so much as to make it repulsive.  Mark
measured around Rick's body at the level where his ass
stuck out the farthest.  "That ass of mine definitely gets
a ten.  Write it down.  I'm sure the coach will be
impressed."

Mark laughed as he wrote down the rating and measurements,
then said, "OK, you gotta bend over for the next one."  He
pushed Rick's shoulders forward and said, "I have to
measure from your crack up to the top of your butt, so hold
your cheeks apart."  Rick grunted and pulled his cheeks
part for Mark to do his business.

After Mark wrote everything down, Rick turned around, his
big, soft, uncut dick swinging lightly.  "Is that it, or
does coach want to know about my cock too?  Because that's
definitely a ten as you can see!"  He held up his dick and
balls right in Mark's face.

Mark laughed and said, "Ten centimeters, maybe."  He gently
took Rick's dick in his hand and measured the length
("Five-and-a-half incher," he announced) and the
circumference at various points.  He reached underneath to
measure Rick's balls, then gave them a little playful
squeeze.  He motioned for Rick to put one foot up on the
bed so he could take measurements of his thighs, calves,
and feet.  "Now what about ratings for these?" he asked.

"Thighs 10, calves 8—could use a little work—and feet
definitely 10.  Don't you think so?" Rick asked jokingly.

"Definitely."  Mark smiled as he wrote down all the
numbers.  Rick took a seat on the bed, facing Mark.  "Now
we're up to the last section of this thing," Mark said.

"Oh man, there's more?" Rick cried.  "The things we'll do
for that coach of ours...  OK, that's fine, but either you
gotta let me get dressed, or else you gotta get naked,
because I don't like being the only one with my dick
hanging out."

"That seems fair," Mark said, and he stood to get
undressed.  Continuing to read the form as he climbed out
of his shorts, Mark said, "Now this last part has a
disclaimer from the coach.  He says that this section has
some directions that you might consider to be strange or
uncomfortable, but you need to go along with them, since
they are absolutely necessary for the success of the
survey.  It also says that whatever we do here is strictly
between you, me, and Phil.  Sound all right to you?"  He
turned to face Rick, who had been watching his younger
friend get undressed and noticing his well-built body.

"Fine with me, man.  I trust you," Rick said.  "What do I
do?"

Mark said, "Lie face down, arms spread out to the sides."
While Rick did so, Mark dimmed the lights in the room and
pulled the drapes shut, making the room just barely light
enough for him to read the directions.  Then he climbed
onto the bed and sat to the side of Rick's ass, which was
glistening with a little bit of sweat.  Probably a little
nervous, Mark guessed.  He decided to take things slow to
make sure Rick was comfortable.  Giving Rick a playful pat
on the ass, Mark said, "OK, old man, the topic of the final
section is sexuality.  The coach needs for you to answer
openly and honestly.  This part of the quiz is really
important for the coach to be able to help you to be your
best."  He paused, and Rick grunted to indicate that he
understood.  "Now, the directions say that while I'm asking
these questions, I have to do certain things to your body.
So you need to just relax and answer the questions.  Ready
to go?"

Rick was a little freaked by the part about Mark doing
mysterious things to him.  He turned his head back and
said, "Well, what exactly are you going to be doing to me?"

"Don't worry, you old chicken," Mark joked reassuringly.
"It's just massage.  Kobe didn't have any problem with it.
In fact, he said it was kind of fun.  If it makes it easier
for you, pretend I'm Vanessa."

"Yeah, right, if Vanessa had gigantic hands and weighed 500
pounds," Rick said, laughing.  "OK, if this is so important
for the coach, you go ahead and do what you need to do.  I
trust you, little boy."

Mark said, "Good.  Now the first question is:  At what age
did you begin masturbating, and what was the experience
like for you?"  Mark let the question sit for a few
seconds, then began rubbing Rick's shoulders, as the
directions said.

Rick enjoyed the massage for a little while, then said, "I
guess I was probably seven or eight when I started."

"Seven or eight??"  Mark was incredulous.  "At that age, I
didn't even know the difference between boys and girls!"
He started rubbing Rick's shoulders more deeply while Rick
laughed.

"Well," Rick continued, "my brothers were always talking
about beating their meat, and
I asked what they meant, and they told me.  At first
nothing really happened, of course, but I thought it was
cool, so I kept doing it.  And I jacked off just about
every single day of my childhood after that."

"Wow," Mark said, then started to move farther down Rick's
back.

Rick, feeling a little uncomfortable about revealing all of
that, said, "Um, do you really have to write all of that on
the form?  I don't want coach to think I'm a perv or
anything."

Mark laughed and said, "Don't worry, I'm sure the coach is
just as perverted as you are.  I'm not going to write it
down now since my hands are busy, but I'll fill in the
blanks when we're done."

"Sounds good, little boy," Rick said.

Mark looked at the survey and then said, "Next question:
Have you ever made love with a woman, and if so, when was
the first time and what was it like?"

As Mark moved down to rub Rick's low back and sides, Rick
said, "What a stupid question.  I've been with hundreds of
women!"  After a moment of thinking, Rick asked, "You're
not going to tell Vanessa my answers, are you?  She thinks
I've only been with two women before her.""

"I won't tell.  This is totally confidential," Mark
reminded him.  "So, tell me about the first time."

Enjoying the rubdown, Rick let out a pleasant sigh and
said, "I was 11."

"Eleven??" Mark gasped.

"Well, I developed earlier that most of the boys," Rick
explained.  "By that age I already had hair on my chest and
a ten-inch cock."

"Yeah right, old man," Mark scoffed.  "So who was she?"

"My cousin, Regina," Rick admitted.

"Your cousin?" Mark asked, taken aback.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever, she was 12, she had big tits, and my
brothers were giving me shit about being a virgin, so I
took Regina into the basement and fucked her brains out.
Took about two minutes," Rick confessed, smiling.  "And I
don't think she liked it very much.  But my brothers
watched the whole thing from the window, and after that,
they treated me like a man."

Mark got up and gently pulled Rick's legs apart, then sat
down between them and started rubbing his upper thighs.
"Wow, man.  That's so different from my growing up.  We
didn't know anything about sex at that age.  OK, let's go
on.  The next question is:  Have you ever been sexually
attracted to another man, and have you ever had a sexual
experience with another man?"  Mark felt Rick tense up a
little bit at this question.  He thought about looking for
some lotion, but Rick's legs and ass were so sweaty already
that he figured they didn't need it.

"Whoa, little boy, that's getting pretty intense."  He was
talking about the question, but he also felt that way about
Mark's fingers, which had worked their way up on to his ass
and were starting to poke at his crack.  "Well, I like
bitches, don't get me wrong, and a pussy is way prettier
than some guy's hairy dick.  But...I have been in a few, uh,
group-type situations that had other guys involved."

"Oh really?" Mark asked, gently poking his middle finger at
Rick's asshole.

"Hey, you sure you have to be poking me like that?" Rick
asked suspiciously, turning his head to face Mark.

"Calm down, old man, it's in the instructions.  Tell me
about these group scenes," Mark said.

Rick relaxed and moaned slightly as Mark's finger entered
him ever so slightly.  "Um, well, in high school our team
went to the state tournament in my junionr year, and we had
to stay in a hotel since it was a long ways away.  And the
players had to share three hotel rooms.  There were fifteen
of us, so, five to a room, with the 1st string in one room,
2nd string in another, 3rd in the last.  Of course I was on
the 1st string," he boasted.

"Of course you were," Mark said, grinning, as he plunged
two fingers into Rick's asshole.

Rick groaned, then continued his story.  "So the 1st string
guys had this room with two double beds and a cot for the
fifth guy.  And we won the championship, and we really
wanted to party afterward, but the coach made us go right
to the hotel room since we had to get up early to go home
the next morning."  Rick paused to moan as Mark worked his
fingers deeper into his ass.  "And, uh, uhhhh, and then we
were in the room, and our point guard, Jesse, said, 'Guys,
we can have a party right here.'  And just then, these two
cheerleaders from the losing team knocked on our door.  So
we all sat on the beds while the girls did a really hot
striptease.  Then they made each of us get up and do a
striptease too!  Of course, mine was the best because I had
the biggest dick."

"Yeah, whatever, old man," said Mark, pulling his fingers
out for a second.  "OK, keep telling the story, but first
get on your knees with your hairy ass pointed up."

Rick did so, enjoying all the attention from Mark, even
thought it was kind of strange.  Mark stuck two fingers
back inside Rick, and this time he had a better angle and
could go deeper.  Rick sighed, then continued his story.
"So everybody was naked, and these two cunts ordered us to
stand against the wall, shoulder to shoulder.  Then they
picked us, one by one, like picking teams for sports.  I
got picked first, of course, which meant that my girl got
three guys altogether; the other one got two guys.  So this
bitch is really hot, and she laid us down on the bed on our
backs, side by side, and I was in the middle.  So she
started with Dwayne on my right, blew him while Steve and I
watched, and we both got hard watching it.  Then she moved
over to Steve for a while, and then she sucked me off.
What a trip—my high school buddies and I getting sucked off
by a cheerleader in a fucking hotel room!  Uuuuunnnnnnngh!"
Rick moaned into his pillow as Mark's fingers massaged his
prostate.  "Man, I never know it could feel so good to
stick fingers up my ass!  What a trip!  You better be
careful or I'll blow."

Mark smiled and, pulling out his fingers, said, "OK, tell
you what, flip over, and we'll try from another angle.
Lift your legs up and hold the back of your knees with your
hands."  Rick did so.  "Now, tell me what happened next,"
Mark said as he stuck his fingers back in with gusto, while
gently rubbing Rick's exposed balls with his free hand.

Rick couldn't believe how great this felt.  He continued
his story:  "So then this girl wanted to try sucking two of
us at once.  So she scooted Dwayne right over next to me
and onto his side, so his dickhead was right next to me,
then—I couldn't believe it—she sucked us both at the same
time!  I didn't think it was possible.  I mean, we both had
really big dicks.  She didn't get very far down, but it was
awesome.  I remember looking up at Dwayne and grinning at
him.  We could feel our dicks rubbing together.  Wild.
Then she switched and sucked me and Steve together.  Then
she wanted to do all three of us.  Now to do this, the
other guys basically had to squish up against me really
tight, and she did it!  She got all three of us in her
mouth.  That was too much, I couldn't hold it—I came right
there in her mouth, and so did Steve and Dwayne!  When she
lifted up, there was a big mess of my buddies' and my cum
all over my dick.  She licked it all up of course.  Then
later she let each of us fuck her."  Rick paused to enjoy
the anal attention.  "So, that's my only experience with
another guy involved.  Up til today anyway...  But this
doesn't count, I mean, this is just for the coach, right?"
Rick sounded a little worried.

"Yeah, of course," Mark assured him.  Sensing that Rick was
getting very close to cumming, Mark decided to skip ahead
on the form.  Pulling his fingers out of Rick's ass, Mark
looked him in the eye and said, "OK, old man, the next
thing is to measure your hard-on."  He got up to grab the
tape, then carefully measured from the base to the tip,
then took the girth at various points along the dick.
"Pretty big peepee for an old guy," Mark joked.  "Eight and
three quarters inches long, and wider around than Kobe's."

"Cool," Rick said.  "Now you better get your hand off my
dick, or I'm gonna cum everywhere."

"OK then, get up, 'cause the last thing is to measure how
far you can shoot."  Rick got up and followed Mark to the
bathroom.  "Stay behind the line where the carpet meets the
floor, and I'll measure how far it goes."  As Rick grabbed
his dick to jack out his cum, Mark stood close against
Rick's back.  Rick felt Mark's hard dick poking near his
hole, and that did it, pushing him right over the edge.
Torrents of cum sprayed across the bathroom.  Mark let go
and grabbed the tape measure to see the results.  "Three
feet, eleven inches," he announced.  He went back into the
bedroom and scratched the results onto the coach's form
while Rick wiped up the cum from the floor and off of his
dick.

Coming back into the bedroom, Rick sat on the bed next to
Mark, who finished with the form and looked over at his
friend.  Rick noticed that Mark was still very hard.  "Tell
you what, little boy," Rick said slowly.  "You know I'm no
fag, and we just did this for the coach, but I can see
you're in need of some relief down there."  Mark blushed,
his cock harder than ever.  "I don't wanna do any fag
stuff, but is there something I can do to help you, you
know, get off?"

Mark answered right away, "Yeah, man, that would be great.
Lie down on your stomach."  Rick did so.  Mark got on top
of him as if we were going to fuck him.  "Now, don't worry,
I'm not going to, you know, go in there."  Rick breathed an
audible sigh of relief.  "I just wanna try rubbing it in
the crack."

"Go for it," Rick said softly.  Mark then started humping
Rick's butt, not going in his asshole but getting close.
Rick responded, humping his ass back at Mark.  Mark leaned
down tight against Rick's back and gently kissed the back
of his neck, whispering, "I'm gonna shoot..."  And he came,
giant gushes of cum all over Rick's ass and lower back.

They stayed in that position quietly for several minutes,
enjoying the moment.  Then Mark gave Rick a long, hard
smooch on the back of his neck and climbed off the bed.
"Thanks man, that was great.  Let's go get cleaned up."
Rick and Mark headed off to share a hot, muscle-filled
shower.

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