From: an476701@anon.penet.fi
Subject: Basket Ball 1/2 (M/M)

Tryouts

	It was an autumn day that I had looked forward to since the last
game of the season
in March. Today was the first day of varsity basketball tryouts, and this
was going to be my
season. After mostly riding the bench for two years, it looked like I was
going to be a
starter, and I worked hard all summer to that goal. I had played in a few
summer leagues
and I was convinced that I was going to bust ass this year.  Five seniors
had graduated the
year before, and I knew everyone in school who was trying out, so I knew I
was the second
best guard on the team. Starting ballplayers always got the cutest girls,
something not to be
overlooked, but also something I really didn't care that much about.
Basketball was that
important. I was very straight then, and I guess I still am, but what
happened that day was
one of the wildest things that ever happened to me.

	Anyway, I had a problem with my class schedule, and I was tring to
get it worked
out after school, so I got to practice about 10 minutes late. I dressed as
quick as I could,
pulling on the light blue reversible sleeveless varsity sweatshirt and
white sweat shots and
ran up the stairs to the courts. I stopped in the mens room to take a
quick leak, and checked
out the way I looked in the mirror. I'm 5' 10" and at the time was about
165 lbs with brown
hair and eyes. I thought I looked o.k. Its weird , when you go out on the
court, you want to
look good, but not too good. You don't want to look like some wuss playing
tennis at the
club on Saturday morning, if you know what I mean. That's why I made sure
I wore socks
that didn't match the shirt.  Anyway, I didn't bother to lace up my
sneakers all the way, and
twisted my ankle climbing the stairs. Shit, just what I need. Ten minutes
late and a sprained
ankle. It wasn't badly sprained, and I hobbled onto the court, trying to
be unnoticed by the
coach as I joined the group of guys shooting around the basket closest to
the stairs. "Nice
try Stevey, baby!", Coach yelled. "Twenty minutes late, twenty extra laps
after practice!"
Shit, twenty extra laps with a sprained ankle, what else could go wrong? I
soon found out.

	"Thats fourteen in a row....Shit, don't you ever miss!", Danny
Clark yelled as he
tossed the ball out to the key into the Danny Clark yelled as he tossed
the ball out to the key
into the waiting hand of a kid I didn't recognize. He dribbled the ball
twice, faked left, then
glided right and released a jumper that ripped through the nets with a
familiar THWAP
sound. "Fifteen, HOLY SHIT!, looks like we got ourselves an off guard",
Billy Evans
beamed. Fuck, I couldn't believe it. I recognized the new guy. He was in
my English class
today. Evan Conway was his name, and I never would have guessed he was an
athlete.  I
mean, guys who looked that good usually were swimmers or tennis players,
or golfers. But
not hoop players. Evan was about 6 feet tall, about 160 I guess, with
neatly combed sandy
blond hair, and piercing blue eyes. He had a ready smile, and a nervously
shy personality.
Mrs. Gannon, our English teacher made us do impromptu introductions today
in class.
Evan, when called on stood up in place at his desk and said shyly, looking
down at his
sneakers as he spoke. "Hi my name is Evan, and I'm new here. My dad just
got transferred
from his job in Rhode Island, so I really don't have many friends here.
Hopefully, I can fit
in here." "You can be my friend, anytime.", Linda Samuels whispered almost
to herself,
and the class broke out in giggles.  Anyway, so I'm standing there on the
baseline, shaking
my fucking head, wondering what else could go wrong today. "Conway,.. Evan
Conway,
get over here," Coach yelled. " Your brother wouldn't happen to be Tom
Conway, would
it?" Evan nodded. "Well, Fuckin-A", the coach said, forgetting he was
talking to a bunch of
high school kids. Tom Conway played at Providence College, and was a guard
who scored
about 15 points a game. "You play ball for your school in Rhode Island,
son?", coach said,
restraining his foul mouth. "Yes, sir. St. Sebastian's H.S.", Evan said.
"How did you do,
boy", Coach said. "About 7 points a game", Evan embarrassingly said. I
mustered a sigh of
relief. Seven points a game in Providence means shit in NYC. Shit, a scrub
in NY would
score 20 a game up there, I thought. My mind drifted to the summer league
game where I
scored 36 points against Kenny Allen, I scored 32 against Kenny Smith, the
the star guard
from Kansas St. I thought, the starting position is in the bag, Steve!

	"STEVEY, you deaf", Coach yelled, "I said Shirts vs. Skins, you
bring it up with
Daniels for the shirts." Out of the corner of my eye I saw Evan peeling
off his t-shirt. I
noticed for the first time what a great body he had. A lanky, but well
built hairless chest,
with the fading remains a a good summer tan. As he lifted his arms to pull
his shirt off, I
could see the fine blondish brown armpit hair. I don't know why, but I
could feel a stirring
in my groin, kind of a warm rush, and my chest fluttered just a bit. We
played a man to man
defense, and I drew Evan. He tapped my side and said "Hi, Steve, Evan. 
You're in my
English class, I think. Nice to meet you. I heard your pretty good" My
fears were kind of
put to rest. He seemed like a real nice guy. He was a great shooter, when
open. But he was
kind of slow, and I blanketed him, sprained ankle and all. I kept noticing
how good looking
he was. He tried to post me up once and I rested my hand on the small of
his back to guard
him. It was sweaty by now, but he smelled sweet, I remember. The tiny
blond hairs on his
back glistened with sweat against his tanned skin. He stepped back to post
up, and his ass
brushed against my groin. I felt that same rush again. As he posted up he
raised one hand to
call for the ball, and rested his other hand on my thigh innocently. In
these brief seconds I
had lost all concern for the game, and my heart was pounding. He seemed to
stay there
forever, as if he knew that this was turning me on. But then, surprisingly
quickly, he
whirled to the basket, and beat me on a back door play. "Nice play Evan",
Coach cheered
from the sideline. "O.K., game over....Everyone...5 laps...last one to
finish does twenty
extra...and it better not be you Steve-O, you have twenty extra already"

	Normally I wouldn't have to worry about finishing last. I was one
of the quickest
guys on the team. But today, with the twisted ankle bothering me, plus the
elbow I took in
the shoulder from Randy Heins, I was a wreck. I was close to the bottom of
the pack when
we went into the final lap. Everyone started to pass me. Shit, forty
laps...I would die. Now
everyone was ahead of me, with Evan just a few steps ahead.  Coach jeered
at me, as he
enjoyed the prospect of me doing 40 laps. At the last second I turned it
on, and beat Evan to
the finish.

	"Well... Steve, your ass is saved...but I didn't forget your
twenty...O.K. everyone,
see you tomorrow at 3:00 PM. Evan, Steve...twenty laps each". Evan and I
looked at each
other with destined smirks on our faces. As everyone filed to the locker
room we began our
laps, nice and slow, as we were beat from the practice. We were only at 12
when everyone
was dressed and started leaving. Coach was in his office which overlooked
the gym, and
he listened and occasionally watched as we yelled out the lap we were on.
At 14 everyone
was gone. Coach came into the gym and said "Oh, shit... its 5:45...Steve I
have to go..finish
your laps and close the gym door behind you when you go...I can trust you
can't I?" "Sure,
coach", I sarcastically said, "Take it easy..." "You want to buy another
five, Stevey?", he
shot back. I didn't answer, and we quietly jogged until we heard the gym
door slam shut
and his car engine start a few seconds later. "Fuck him, I said to Evan...
I'm done, how
about you?" Evan continued to jog, saying, "Lets wait a few minutes, he
might come back".
Sure enough, in the time it took for the car to circle the block, we heard
a car pull up and
the coach peer through the gym window. Satisfied that we were still
jogging, he went back
to his car and pulled away. "Now I'm done", Evan said with a smile, and I
slowed up to
walk with him. I was jogging with or behind him, and I couldn't take my
eyes off him,
which was kind of embarrassing, because I didn't want him to know I was
watching him so
intently. His hair bounced ever so slightly when he jogged, and the sweat
trickled down his
back, soaking his shorts at the crack in his ass.

	We sat down in the bleachers, panting to catch our breaths. He
slapped me on the
back softly, saying, "Well, enough of that shit, Steve". He blue eyes
sparkled as he spoke,
and he spoke in short choppy sentences as he panted. His chest was also
soaked with
sweat, and a trickle of sweat trickled to his waistband, soaking it as it
had the rear of his
shorts. My eyes wandered to his crotch, but with a jock on, it is
difficult to see anything. I
caught myself, and my eyes met his. "Let's hit the showers and get out of
here", I gasped.

	In the locker room, I slowly peeled off my clothes, and rubbed my
shoulder where I
had been elbowed. It was really hurting now as the muscles tightened into
a knot. For the
first time in my life, I was also worried about hitting the shower. I was
seriously afraid of
getting a hard on in front of Evan, which would ruin our friendship and my
reputation, I
was sure. As I rubbed my shoulder, he looked over and said, "It really is
hurting, hah
Steve?". "Its a bitch", I replied. "Maybe a hot shower will loosen it up",
he said. "I sure
hope so, because its killing me", I said getting up with a towel wrapped
around my waist to
enter the showers. Evan finished undressing and followed behind. I peered
behind me and
noticed that he had his towel slung over his shoulder, which was perfectly
normal, but still
aroused my fears of impending stiffness. My heart again started pounding.

	I succeeded in doing my best to keep myself from getting a hard-on
in the shower.
Evan looked even better without clothes than with clothes.  He had a firm
body, perfectly
proportioned, with muscles that flowed rather than jutting out. I found my
eyes straying to
his dick when he wasn't watching, and it was a work of art, too. Slender,
and fairly long,
swaying slightly as he moved. It was surrounded with a small amount of
brown, blond
pubic hair, just like the color of his arm pit hair. When I found myself
getting aroused, I
turned to the wall where the shower was mounted, and adjusted the
temperature as cold as
I could stand it. That helped a little. But invariably, I would find
myself staring at him as
we exchanged small talk. I remember thinking that I had never gotten so
hot thinking of a
girl, or being with a girl. We finished showering and returned to the
lockers, toweling off.

	"How's that shoulder, pal", Evan asked. "A little better, but it
still is as tight as a
witches ass". "Let me see", he said, and gripped my shoulder without
asking. "Wow, this is
tight", he said. "If you want, I could work it out", he continued. "Well,
okay", I said as
hesitantly as I could pretend, not wanting to let on how much this excited
me. "In the
training room there's a table", I said wrapping my towel tightly around my
waist, and
getting up. Evan followed, with his towel also wrapped around his waist.

	I laid stomach flat on the table, and Evan adjusted my position so
my shoulders
were more comfortable. He began to work on them, really massaging them
roughly to work
out the kink. He seemed to know what he was doing. I commented on that,
and he said that
when he was visiting his brother at college once, the same thing happened
to him, and that
the trainer had worked it out the same way. I started to get goose bumps
with this beautiful
guy working my shoulders. I couldn't control myself any longer, and I
could feel that I was
getting a hard on. I knew I was safe as long as I was on my stomach, kind
of like getting a
hard on when sun bathing at the beach. His massage was really working, and
my shoulder
loosened up. With that, he said, "Well, your shoulder is pretty loose, but
I think that theres
another stiff joint to work out." With that he rolled me over quickly,
revealing my now stiff
dick. "How did you..did you know I had a hard on,", I meekly, accusingly
said. "Hey,
Steve, I saw you checking me out in the shower, I just guessed. Anyway,
you think I
finished the laps last by accident. I saw you staring at me all day." With
that his hand
reached down to my dick. Another guy had never touched it before. It
jumped almost as
much as my chest. I was trembling now. He started to stroke real slow, and
I sighed deeply.
With his free hand he dropped his towel, revealing a now stiff 7 inch
dick. He reached
over the table to massage my balls, and his dick brushed against the side
of my stomach.  It
was so hot it burned. I groped shakily and wrapped my hand around its
base. I couldn't
believe what was happening, wasn't sure I wanted it to happen, but knew
how excited I
was by all of this. I stroked with the same slow motion as he did. Evan
groaned, and
spread his legs apart a little further, allowing me to tickle the
underside of his balls. He
continued to work on my dick, and bent over and kissed my stomach just
below my waist,
and then started to licked the sides of my dick. I was just in heaven. I
had gotten blown
before by girls, but never so passionately, like he knew how every stroke
and lick felt. He
licked the bottom side of my dick, working up to the head. I was going
nuts now, squirming
and pushing my ass up to meet his tongue on my dick. I speed the strokes
on his dick, and
quickly turned my head and went down on it. With that he groaned in a
muffled voice, and
speeded his tongue work on me. I pulled my mouth off his cock, and now
stroked the saliva
moistened organ feircely, my hand slipping up and down its length. He
continued to suck,
lick, and stroke. I knew I couldn't last much longer. As I continued my
feverish stroking of
his dick, I reached over with my free hand, and gently squeezed his balls.
 With that he
went down hard on me, bucked his ass forward towards me, and shot a hot
load on my
stomach and across the table. With that I released a steaming load int

Part 2 - Dinner at Evan's

	It had been several weeks since the first day of tryouts, and Evan
and I were fast
becoming close friends. He was really a great guy, the kind of guy who was
fun to hang
around with. Evan was quickly becoming popular at school. Although his
incredibly good
looks didn't hurt him, it was really his personality that attracted most
people to him. He
was quick witted, and a bit of a prankster, but not in a malicious way. He
also seemed to
go out of his way to be friendly to the nerdy type of guy that other
people abused. It was a
combination of all these things that made me want to spend most of my free
time with him,
and thus it seemed like we knew each other much longer than the few weeks
that we did.

	The incident in the locker room after the first basketball
practice seemed like it was
just an isolated occurrence, and although I couldn't get it out of my
mind, Evan acted like it
never happened. We never talked about it or anything, and even if I often
thought of how
good his mouth felt on my cock, our friendship seemed something removed
from that. For
that matter, even if we were becoming inseparables at school, I doubt if
anyone had the
slightest inkling that Evan (or I for that matter), would ever have had
sex with another guy,
much less enjoyed it. Quite the contrary, Evan was becoming the object of
most of the girls
in the junior and senior class. He was seeing Linda Samuels from our
English class, but
had also dated a couple of other girls already in the brief time he was
here. Suddenly, I
guess from hanging with him, I found that I was also pretty popular with
girls too, and I
was seeing a cute brunette named Susan. But anyway, this has little to do
with this story I'm
about to tell you.

	It was a Friday afternoon, and I was out in the yard raking leaves
when the phone
rang. It was Evan, and he wanted to know if I wanted to hang out at the
arcade tonight. He
said we could jerk around, grab a few beers, play miniature golf, you
know, get a little
loaded. Somehow, doing that with Evan seemed to be as exciting as an
Indiana Jones
movie. He also invited me over for dinner at his house that night. I
checked with the folks,
but got minimal resistance. Evan was the kind of guy your parents loved
for you to hang
around with. Very polite, clean cut, and good manners is the way you would
describe him. 
I finished bagging the leaves and hopped on my bike to pedal to his house.

	As I pedalled up to his house I noticed that the family car was
not in its usual place
in the driveway. I didn't give it a second thought as I headed towrds the
back of the house. I
heard the familiar thump-thump of basketball against pavement. Evan was
out back,
shooting hoops at the basket nailed to his garage. "How you doing, Ev?", I
said as I hopped
off the bike and steadied it against the house. "Where's the folks?", I
continued. "Hi
Steve!", Evan said, tucking the ball under his arm. "They went to Philly
this
weekend...Some sales convention for my father's job. They wanted me to go,
but no way. I
went two years ago and was bored to shit. They figured that now that I'm
18 they can trust
me. Fools!!!", he laughed as he whirled around to the basket and dunked on
the low rim.

	Evan was dressed in blue sweats that were a little too small, and
a white sweatshirt
that had the sleeves cut off. Without a jock his dick was quite obvious,
and bulged out in
full detail. Hanging left, you could easily make out the head, shaft, and
loosely hanging
balls. I felt a rush, and didn't even hear the next few things he said.
"Wanna play some one-
on-one Steve", Evan asked as I retrieved a shot he just missed. "Yeah,
sure", I replied. For
the next 45 minutes or so, we jerked around playing one-on-one
semi-seriously. We played
with no rules or fouls, so after it got less than serious, we were
grabbing arms, shoving,
and playing reckless. We didn't bother to even keep score, so after a
while we just decided
to quit. We were both pretty sweaty from the game, and walked in the house
and collapsed
at the kitchen table.

	"What's for dinner, Evan?", I asked. "Liquid meal, Steve", he
replied, producing
two icy cold Molsons from the freezer. This was just the kind of that made
it fun to hang
out with Evan. He popped a frozen pizza in the oven, and we split 3 six
packs for out meal.
Now, I wasn't used to drinking that much, and I was soon pretty buzzed.
His body was
starting to look dreamy to me. I stared intently at his navel as he
innocently stretched his
arms towards the ceiling in a yawn. He had fine blond hair that lead from
his navel down
towards his crotch.  I was getting a semi hard on just looking at him. He
couldn't read my
mind, for he giggled as he said,"Hey Steve, if you're gonna puke, you
better get to the sink.
I'm not gonna clean up your barf." But I was really alright, just buzzed
and content to hang
out in the kitchen with this hot guy. "Nah, I'm fine I said", regrouping
and flashing my eyes
up towards his. "So, you want to hit the arcade or what?", he said. "I'm
up for that", I
replied. "You gonna go like that,Steve?", he said, continuing "I hate to
say it, but from the
hoop we played, you don't smell too good. Why don't you take a shower and
borrow some
of my clothes." I said back to him "I smell that bad? Well, Okay, a shower
would sober me
up a little, anyway."

	He let me shower first, as he wanted to check to sports on TV. I
was excited by the
idea of wearing his clothes, his shirt, his jeans, his briefs. He gave me
a pair of them to
bring in the shower, and after I closed the bathroom door behind me I
brought them close to
my face.  They were Jockeys, with the crotch was stretched from wear. I
put them down on
the vanity, and turned the shower on. I peeled off my sweaty clothes, and
climbed into the
shower. I was excited to be in his shower, using his soap, his shampoo. As
the soap slid
down my flat chest, I thought that this is the same soap Evan uses to wash
his balls. I was
horney, no doubt. I was semi hard, the steaming water relaxing my muscles.
I lost track of
time, just enjoying the hot shower.

	I was startled as the shower door flung open. It was Evan, wearing
nothing but a
grin. "You gonna take all day, asshole?", he said, smiling. Before I could
answer, he said,
"Want company?". He entered to shower and closed the door behind him. His
soft dick
brushed against the front of my thigh in the close quarters. I was aghast
at this dream come
true. I got an instant erection. His body looked great. The blue eyes, the
now wet blond
hair, the tight chest and rippling stomach muscles leading to a narrow
waist. His back was
muscular but streamlined, and he had a great ass. Leading down from his
waist he had a
small blondish brown patch of short pubic hairs which surrounded a long,
slender, and
now swelling dick. "Mind if I soap you up?", he said, taking the soap form
my hand. "Not
at all.. Be my guest", I croaked in a whisper. He soaped me up completely,
my chest,
armpits, neck, back, and thighs. He ignored my crotch, saving the best for
last, I guess. As
he lathered my shoulders and arms, I took the soap, and returned the
favor. I did the back of
his neck, running my soapy fingers behind his ears, and down his
shoulders. I slid my hands
down his sides to his waist. I brought them slowly up to his chest. I
wasn't as patient as him
and quickly slid down his tight stomach to his crotch. I wrapped my
fingers around his disk
and squeezed softly. In a slow rhythmic pattern I slid a soapy hand up and
down. I paused
at the head to run my fingers arounf the edges of its mushroomed head. He
groaned loudly,
and said "Suck me, Steve.." I slowly slid down to my knees, sliding my
hands down his
sides and my fingers down the crack of his ass. I took his stiff dick in
my right hand and
pointed it upwards. I began licking the underside slowly, sucking on the
soft muscle that
never gets stiff. This drove him wild, and he almost screamed, slapping
his palms on the
shower wall as be bent over in ecstasy. The hot shower water enhanced this
feeling ten
fold. I worked up to the head and inserted it in my mouth. It tasted
great, salty with sweat.
My tongue circled the head as I began to rhythmically go up and down its
length. I knew he
wasn't going to last much longer, and I kept the rhythm up. All at once
his whole body
seemed to spasm. He grabbed my shoulders tightly and thrust his hips at my
face. I grabbed
his ass and helped pull him towards me. After about a minute of thrusting
he groaned loudly
grabbed the shower head fixture, and came in my mouth. Normally this would
have
disgusted me, but I was so hot for him at the moment, that I would have
done anything. I felt
the warm stickiness in my throat, and I swear it tasted salty/sweet. His
body shuddered as
his muscles relaxed. He pulled me to my feet, and embraced me. Our wet
tight bodies
entwined as we slid our bodies together. He placed his hands behind me
head with his
palms on my jaw. He looked me straight in the eyes and said simply and
softly, "Now
you.."

	He gazed down at my swollen cock, which was standing fully erect
out from my
body. He sank to his knees and went to work. The sight of this gorgeous
naked guy working
on my dick excited me as much as his sucking my dick and playing with my
balls. He
worked up and down its length, tugging softly with his lips. I stared down
at his softened
dick, which was beginning to swell with the excitement of sucking me off.
He was a work
of art, and him wanting me was a dream come true, a dream i never thought
I had. His
tongue swirled over the head of my dick, then down its length and to my
balls. He licked
between them, them took them in his mouth and gently and then more
passionately sucked
on them. I thought I would come in seconds, but he kept sucking me
expertly for a good
twenty minutes. I peered down and saw he was fully hard again, and his
excitement almost
brought me off. He slowed down, sensing this. He circled my asshole with a
soapy finger.
It felt great. He penetrated it, but my muscles tightened and was a little
painful. "Relax, it'll
feel great", Evan cooed. I did, and it did feel great. More than I could
stand. With his finger
thrusting in my ass, and his mouth engulfing my dick, I felt a trmendous
orgasm rush down
from my head, up from my toes, and out from my dick. I splashed wave after
wave of cum
into his mouth, and sunk wearily to my knees to embrace my friend. We
stayed that way for
a long while, then rose and finished washing each other off. The water was
now luke
warm, almost cool, and felt refreshingly good. We exited the shower and
dressed in only
briefs.

	Needless to say, we never made it to the arcade that night. We
played video games
in our draws, excited by the unabashedness of each others bodies. We had
one more
encounter that night, but then thats another story to be told.
o his mouth and we continued to shoot together, until I felt his spasms
subside, and his dick
relaxed in my hand. He toweled the cum off my chest, and we both proceeded
to the locker,
exchanging the same small talk as before.

	It was a great season. I started, and Evan came off the bench,
usually for me. But the
best part was those practices that either he or I was intentionately late
for, and the other
person finishing last in the practicelaps.....