Date: Sat, 03 Dec 2005 16:19:46 -0800
From: William Shakar <nesquicky18@hotmail.com>
Subject: King of the Court

It was a steamy August Tuesday. The asphalt of the basketball court was
radiating the heat from the sun, glazing all of the youthful players with a
glistening layer of perspiration. The game had just ended, shirts versus
skins. I took a seat on the bench after the game was over. I was a shirt, we
lost. I just chilled on the bench watching my well built peer counterparts
gather their things and retire to their overly expensive cars and speed off.

    I was the last one left on the court except for Brad. He was the best
basketball player at my high school. He was the heart-throb of every girl at
school, and of the envy of every guy. He had the brains and the talent to
really make a name for himself. He was taking some foul shots, just to
practice for this weeks game. He dribbled the ball, raised it into the air
and lobbed into the hoop. His body shown in the glaring sun, toned and
tanned. The sweat dripped from his sleek brown hair.

    He then retrieved his ball and came over to me, while grabbing a towel
that ha had left on the other end of my bench.

    "What are you waiting for Turner?" he said in a clever, yet
condescending tone.

    "Nothing, just killing a little time until my dad gets here." My
parents, unlike the other members of the basketball teams parents, couldn't
afford to buy me a new car at the moment.

    "I can take you home...if you want."

    Now, I was not an idiot. I kept in mind that this guy is the icon of
everyone at Grilstone High, and had a girlfriend, Wendy, the head
cheerleader no less. But, how could i say no to that structured face and
amazingly built body?

    "Sure!" I accidently shouted with sheer enjoyment. I couldnt seem to
anxious now could I? "I'll call my dad on the way."

    "Well, come on then loser, lets get a move on."

    He jokingly swiped his sweaty towel across my face and began to jog to
his car. I got up and followed. I couldnt help but to check out his lovely
backside. His back was ripped and his butt filled out those blue gym shorts
he was wearing perfectly. It looked as if you could crack a walnut between
those cheeks. He unlocked the car and i perched myself atop the passenger
side leather seat. He threw his towel in the back and we zoomed off.

    I pulled my cell phone and filled my dad in on what was going on.

    "Do you mind if we go by my house? I need to clean up because after I
drop you off I've got a date with Wendy." he sounded somewhat preturbed in
this statement.

    "No problem, I'm sure dad wont mind."

    We pulled into his driveway, and made out way into the house, and up the
stairs. His door was the last on one on the right. He lead me in first and
then discretely locked the door behind him.

    "I'm going to take a quick shower and I'll be right out."

    He left me in his bedroom and went into the joining bathroom. His room
was enormous! It was filled with trophies and awards. I sat on his bed. It
was rather comfy. It smelled like him, like a rugged man. I leaned back and
got comfortable, who knew how long it would be until he got out of the
shower.

    I awoke to the sound of a squeaking door. And the man of my dreams
walking through it. He stopped after passing through the threshold, wearing
nothing but a rather small towel that just came down to mid thigh. So you
could see most everything. His hairy legs lead up to his well built,
muscular thighs, and up to his cut abs, fuzzy chest, and model like face.

    When I sat up there was a...surprise...down below. Needless to say I was
already standing at half staff. I must have covered it well though because
the next words that came out of Brads mouth would never leave my mind.

    "D'you mind if I change?"

    My loins ignited with those very words. Just the thought of seeing his
manhood sent me on my way.  I could feel myself growing in my gym shorts,
which show every curve.  I leaned my forearm over my throbbing cock, trying
to disguise it.

    "Nah, were both guys, it's fine with me."

    "I didn't think you would reject from seeing that tent you pitched in
your pants."

    I turned beet red. I didn't think that he'd saw my erection. Obviously,
he had.

    "Don't worry. Happens to me all the time from those power naps." He
dropped his towel. He was now in all of his glory. The monster that dangled
from that hunk of pure lust must have been a cut four inches long and he
wasn't even excited. I couldn't help from staring. I was now gazing at what
had been my object of obsession for my whole entire high school life.

    "You can take care of that if you need to. I don't mind." Brad spoke,
cool and seductive.

    With this I quickly returned from my trip to lala land and re focused my
attention on his face.  This had to have been a dream. I was in the room, of
the object of my eternal lust, with a boner now hard as a rock, while he,
completely naked, gave me permission to jack off.

    "You want me to...uumm...?" I asked.

    "Jerk off." he interjected, as he could tell that I hadnt nessesarily
been in this situation before.

    "Why, do you want to get in on it?" my mental to vocal filter just
shorted out. I guess it was just all of the testosterone within the room. I
couldn't believe the I had just asked him to assist me in my...task.

    "I thought you would never ask."

    Brad walked over to me and I sat straight up, my hands in my lap, ready
to get started.  My face was level with his abdominals.  I took a long,
hard, stare at them before I moved my line of sight up to hie eyes.  He was
about a foot away from my face.

    "I'm all yours," he said, "just let me get a little something when your
done with me."

    "Agreed."

    I reached around him, grabbed his ass cheeks and pulled the mass of pure
stud towards me and began to run my tongue around his belly button. I could
taste the sweat. He must have just gone in the bathroom for dramatic effect
I guess. Anyways, I could tell he liked it because I started to feel
pressure on my neck. His dick was growing and poking me just below the chin.
  As much as I wanted to have my way with it, that wasnt the deal. I had to
get myself done first. I moved my tongue around his stomach, tracing every
curve and indention of it.

    After feeling i had substantially aroused him, I arose from my seat on
his bed, and he was now standing at his full what looked to be about eight
and a half inches, and about as big around as a baseball. He hadnt dwarfed
me as much as I had thought, for I was seven inches myself.

    I moved my hands up his stomach, sliding on the saliva.  I made my way
up around his chest and retired my arms around his neck.  I gazed deep into
his hazel eyes and pulled him for a passionate kiss. Our lips met and let
our hands roam as we both made out way into a laying position on the bed.
After reclining he undressed me while in the midst of exploring each others
mouths with out tongues. I pulled away and tugged in his side for him to get
on top of me. His washboard abs were resting upon mine.

    It must have been eighty degrees in his house, because we had both again
broken a sweat, and our bodies together were quite lubricated. He bagan to
slide back and forth on top of me, rubbing our members together.  He then
moved his head down from mine, to my neck and began to kiss my adams apple.
Then he slowly kept his lips in contact with my skin as he moved to my
nipples. He stayed there sucked and nibbled until I began to pant as they
were too sensitive to touch. He then followed the line of hair from by navel
down to the garden of pubes that encased my engorging member.

    He raised his head and in one swift motion took in all seven inches. I
didn't know how this guy had made it this far as completely straight and he
obviously wasn't out if practice in the art of cock sucking. His soft lips
caressed my shaft. Up and down, again and again. As he went down his
stubbled chin graised and tickled my nut sack.  Pleasure washed over me like
the morning tide enveloping me with synapse explosions. He then moved back
up to the head and focused there for a while while jacking me with one hand
and massaging my balls with his other.  I could feel my testicles draw up
close to me and my juiced biuld up inside of my, ready to explode.

    "WAIT!"

    He stopped and must have know exactly what I was thinking. He let me
rest for a couple seconds so that I could enjoy what was about to happen
next.  He rose above me, his cheeks puckered and hovering just above my
waiting penis. His hairy ass encased me as we both let out a fiery howl of
pleasure. I guess it was a good thing that his parents weren't home. He
moaned as he bounced while my member penetrated his tight asshole. I had to
take control.

    I sat up, he still grinding as hard as he could, and flipped him on his
back. His dark sweaty legs were protruding from his waist into the air. I
grabbed them and rested them on my shoulders and began to pump in and out,
in and out. I could see in his face that he was enjoying this as much as I
was. We were both moaning as I reached the climax of my ultimate sexual
fantasy and I let out one last cry of indefinable pleasure before blowing my
load a whopping nine times. Afterwards I was exhausted.  I laid down atop
his fuzzy chest. My body was so sensitive now, his hairs tickled my skin as
I got comfortable. Our sweaty bodies lie there with one another.  I
retracted myself, it was like knocking a whole in the Hoover Dam, the creamy
substance oozed out of his ass, and I fell asleep after having the best sex
of my life.

    I woke up to a soft, kissing sensation on my neck. Brad had let me get
some sleep, but he hadn't forgotten the second part of our little deal. He
was going to have his way with me now. He grabbed my hand and lead me from
the bed to the bathroom. We were both buck naked in all of out glory. I
followed him, hand in hand, to the bathroom. He had already started the
shower. There was steam billowing from the glass enclosure.

    "Come on in," he coaxed as he opened the sliding glass door and lead me
into the larger than expected shower.

    The hot water engulfed our bodies, from four heads it encasing us. He
pulled me close to him and kissed me yet again.  I wrapped my arms around
his back and he rubbed my ass as we tongue danced.  But this kiss did not
have the softness that it had before. This was a hard, rough kiss. He
nibbled my lip, but I returned the favor. I'm was no stranger of getting
down a dirty every once and a while. He explored the depths of my mouth and
as he did so, he ran his hands up my chest, making every hair on my body
stand on end. He moved it up my neck, past my cheek bone and to the top of
my head. As he retracted his tongue he pushed my head down to his crotch and
said, "time to finish the deal, stud."

    I had never been forced to do things like this before, but I liked it. I
grabbed his wet, flaccid penis and took the soft four inches into my gaping
mouth. With a little help it wasn't long until he was again standing at his
full length. I returned the favor that he had given me before. I wrapped my
lips around the head of his monster, and while sucking, caressed its bottom
with my tongue. I slid my hand from his foot up his manly muscular calf, to
his rock hard pubescent thighs, and then to his hairy balls and massaged
them as the water ran down his rigid body.  I moved the other hand to his
back side and stimulated his asshole with my index finger.  Tantalizing the
oponing before plunging my finger deep inside of him.  After a while a added
fingers until I had three up in him.

    "Don't be a pussy, take it all!"

    And with that, he grasped the backside of my head and forced my mouth
onto his eight and a half inch penis. I had no problem swallowing all of it,
I was well seasoned at this. I was deepthroating his cock when I heard him
begin to moan. I went faster and faster, his long shaft slid between my lips
and poked the back of my throat. He pulled out of my mouth, and as I went
for it again he reached down and picked me clear up off of the floor of the
shower and turned me around facing the shower wall. Now I was about six
three, one hundred and two hundred or so pounds and he picked my up off the
ground. What a man, what a man, what a man. And I was soon to find out just
how good of a man he was.

    He grabbed my hips and with one swift thrust shoved half of his cock
into my tight ass. I hadn't had any in a while so I was extremely tight. I
screamed with a dangerous tonic of pain and pleasure. I could feel every
single ridge of his penis grinding my insides. He pushed the rest of the way
in and groaned along with me this time.  Then in a laughing sort of way as,
'you just wait until you see what I've got in store for you,' he laughed.

    Now that he knew that I could take him he pulled out leaving my ass
feeling cold and solitary. He spun me around facing him and picked my legs
off the ground and held me against the wall while setting my legs on his
waist and penetrating me once more. My back was up against the wall and i
had a clear view of my lovers face, which at this point was covered in
bliss. He rammed me one time after another groaning every couple seconds.
His hands roamed over my chest and arms which were pushing against his
shoulders.  His dick was throbbing inside me. His whole body was twitching
and I could feel every jerk as an adverse effect of me being between him and
the wall of the shower. He moaned and pumped faster and faster, i could feel
his penis throbbing more than it had ever before.  He let our one more
outcry he spewed insied of me, filling my to the brim with his hot juice. I
could already feel it seeping out and he was still inside of me.

    He pulled out and sat me down, then kissed me, again, with that soft
touch, caressing my jaw line. We got cleaned each other up and embraced each
other.  Afterwards we left the shower and I got redressed. He just put on
some boxers.  My clothes were sweaty so I put on some of Brads boxers a wife
beater and some jeans which fit perfectly. I sat down again on his bed in
the place that I had before.  He leaned against the wall opposite me, i
could see his member peeping through the hole of his boxers and then
remembered...

    "What about your date with Wendy?" I inquired, "it's eleven'o'clock!"

    "I broke up with her yesterday, I just said that to get you here. I knew
that you were into me. I saw how you watched me play today. And don't think
that I didn't see you checking out my ass on the way to my car either."

    I blushed somewhat. "You mind if I spend the night?"

    "Nah, my parents wont be home until one and they wont mind."

    "Well, I guess I'd better call my dad then."

    "Already been done," Brad interjected, "after you fell asleep, I told
him that you had gone to sleep here and you could crash here tonight if that
was ok with him. And it is fine by the way."

    "Ok."

    "Ready for bed Turner?"

    "Yeah Im beat...ha."

    Brad walked over to me and crawled onto his king size bed and I followed
after shucking off everything but the boxers that he was lending me. There
was no need to be shy, so we got close and fell asleep side by side.

    I woke up to the sound of Brads parents coming in. I also noticed that I
had my hand down Brads boxers.  I could feel him getting hard again in his
sleep.  He grinned while still sacked out.  I slid my hand out from his
boxers and looked at him. He woke up and looked at me with that colt
sinister grin, and I knew that once again, my ass was all his.