Date: Wed, 11 Feb 2004 19:34:39 -0800 (PST)
From: Cameron James <niftycam@yahoo.com>
Subject: R.H.J.H.S

RHJHS
By: Cameron

Disclaimer: This story is intended for mature audiences only, and should
not be read if you are under 18 or local or state laws prohibit it.  If you
are uncomfortable with consensual male/male, male/female, or female/female
sex you should not read this story, and you probably shouldn't be on this
website.

	This story is entirely my property and you may not reproduce it
without my consent.  If you wish to, please email me and I will give you my
permission, but without it you may not copy it.

	These stories are based in part on fact and in part of my personal
fantasies being acted out.  In an effort to protect the people in the true
stories, I won't differentiate between the fictional or non-fictional
events, and have changed every name in the story.

	Enjoy the story, and please email my any questions or comments you
may have.

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	My high school was a great school in comparison to the rest of the
state, but was the bottom of the barrel in my county.  You see, my parents
had both inherited a ton of money and a family business, so we were pretty
well of and lived in a very upscale neighborhood.  Despite this, I went to
the worst school in the county, and even though I loved every minute of it,
they hated the fact that I was a Robert Harris Jameson Eagle.

	Naturally, they wanted me to switch schools, and of course, I
wanted nothing more than to stay with all my friends that I had grown up
with.  That's not the reason why I was bisexual, I had known about my
sexuality long before I went to high school, but it may be a part of the
reason I had sexual encounters at every opportunity.  High school for me
was one big "rebel phase" where I wanted to do everything my parents forbid
me to do.  So, even though they told me to save myself until marriage, I of
course went out and had sex just about once every three weeks.  I wouldn't
call myself promiscuous because I said not to sex several times, but I was
certainly very sexually active.

	I would consider myself attractive, if only because of my body.
I'm 6'5" with big broad shoulders and a body that shows off the fact that I
lift every other day.  I get complements on my body all the time from guys
and girls, but never really thought much of them and I always feel
unsatisfied with my body.

	My first story starts when I was in 6th grade.  I grew up with a
very close circle of friends and we basically hung out with each other and
no one else.  We all had other friends, but no friendships as strong as the
ones we shared with each other.  Oddly enough, JT wasn't a part of that
circle at first, but he somehow made his way in.  I guess it started in the
gym class we shared together.  Even though we didn't shower in middle
school, we did have to change, so I got a chance to see him in just his
boxers every day.  JT was around 5'3" at the time with jet black hair and a
slight frame.  Gym in middle school usually consisted of basketball, and
since I was the tallest at that time in the class at 5'9", I was almost
always picked first, and for some reason JT was almost always the first
team captain to pick, so we were on a team together a lot.

"Cameron, watch that high screen, you know that Chris is trying to get you
confused in the middle, just roll off and I'll hit you with the pass."
"Alright, I'll try, make sure you hit me in-stride though."

We made a good combination throughout middle school, and when high school
came around, we both showed up for freshman team tryouts.  Since I was
already 6'3", I expected to get moved up to JV, but when I saw JT at the
tryouts I was desperately hoping to stay on the freshman team.

Me and a few of the guys were standing around in the locker room in street
clothes when Coach Levy called us all out into the hallway.

"Alright guys, I want you all to suit up, and warm up, tryouts are going to
start in 30 minutes, so make sure you're all stretched out and ready to go
by then.  Cameron, meet me in my office in 5 minutes, you too JT."

We looked at each other blankly.

"What do you think that's all about?"  "Got me Cam...maybe he just wants to
give us some pointers?

We quickly changed (we both wore our jockstraps to tryouts, and since I had
seen him in his jock a few times, it wasn't anything too exciting), and
headed up the stairs to meet coach.

"I really hope there's no problem with our medical forms or something, I'd
hate to be shit outta luck like that."

I knew that any problems like that would've been reported to us the day
after we turned our forms in, but I was still curious and we got to Coach's
office before I could say anything about it.  We walked in, and Coach
gestured for us to take a seat, I preferred to stand, but JT sat down at
one of the chairs in the cramped office.

"Look boys, I've seen you two play on the hard court outside, and I know
you're both a lock for the team.  You play together better than any combo
I've ever seen, and I'll be damned if you aren't one of the tallest
freshman this school has seen in a while Cameron."

I looked at JT as he looked at me, and we both had huge smiles on our
faces.  I could see that he was surprised as hell, but I knew I was a lock
for the freshman team from the beginning, and that if nothing I could
probably carry him on with my play.  It was what hit us next that was
really exciting.

"The JV and Varsity coaches are going to be at our tryouts today, scouting
you two.  Now, the Varsity coach really wants you Cam, and the JV coach is
damn near in love with you JT, but I told them both that I'd leave the
decision up to you two.  Now, get the hell out there, warm-up, and play the
best damn ball of your lives."

A blank stare was all I could muster.  I had just been told that I had a
shot at the Varsity team as a freshman.  In my school, no freshman makes
Varsity, not for the last 30 years at least.  I looked at JT, and even
though he figured he didn't have any shot at making Varsity, I could tell
he was still stoked about playing JV.  We ran out of the office,
half-stunned and half-overjoyed, and ran down the stairs toward the gym to
warm up.

"Holy shit Cam, did you hear him?  You on Varsity and me on JV, and I was
fucking worried about making the freshman team!"

"I knew we were locks for freshman, but I didn't think JV, let alone
Varsity."

We finally reached the gym doors, the both of us nervous as hell.  As we
stood there next to each other, I almost felt like he was my brother, like
I knew that we were both going to do this and do it right.

"Alright kiddo, let's do it."

I patted him on the ass, and pushed him through the door...he hated it when
I called him kiddo.

Sure enough, we walked out onto the court to start stretching and saw the
Varsity and JV coaches in the stands.  Every freshman that showed up
naturally assumed it was him the other coaches were looking at, but only a
few dared share their suspicions.

Warm ups went find, we organized some layup drills and did some quick
passing drills just to get into the flow.  Finally, after what seemed like
an eternity, Coach came out of the doors and told us to get in a line.  He
called roll, gave us our pin-on numbers and told us to start running laps.

As a freshman, I wasn't in the best shape, and even though I could run the
court fine, running 20+ laps around the court just didn't do it for me, and
by lap 15, I was struggling mightily.  JT, who had already lapped me once
and was passing me for the second time.

"Keep your head up Cam, keep running, remember what this is for, remember
what you can be the first to do."

As he finished, I felt like someone had just breathed air into me, and I
caught my second breath.  I kicked it into high gear and started racing
around the track.  I could tell JT was surprised when I caught up with him
on my 18th lap, his 19th, and he gave me a pat on the back as we ran side
by side - he even ran 21 just to keep me company.

At the end of laps, Coach told us to take a 5-minute water break, but to
keep stretching and drink lots of fluids so we didn't cramp up.  JT and I
were talking by the water fountain when Marshall Mayes, a 5'7" freshman
walked up.

"It's you two that the Varsity coach is here for isn't it, that's why Levy
called you into his office."

JT and I looked at each other without a clue what to do.  Neither of us
wanted to let anyone know because we knew the other guys would be jealous
and might want to ruin it for us.  So, I did the only thing I could think
of, and I lied.

"No way man, I wish.  He just told us we had forgot to sign our medical
forms when we handed them in, and that we had to before we could tryout."

"Oh, really?  Well, uhhh, sorry about that then.  It's just, you know, I'm
hoping they're here to look at me and I'm trying to see if anyone knows who
it really is."

JT, obviously realizing what I was doing chimed in.

"No worries, I understand.  Hell, I'm still hoping it's me, even if it's
not I'm going to give it my all."

That sent a light bulb on in Marshall's head, and he finally realized that
even if they weren't here to scout him, they wouldn't be able to ignore him
if he played his ass off.  He ran back onto the court to stay warm,
obviously invigorated by his new opportunity.

Coach came over to the water cooler and announced the teams for the
scrimmage that would determine who would be on the team.  None of the
coaches in our school liked to run drills, they preferred to let us kids
prove ourselves with our play.  Like I suspected, JT and I were on the same
team with three other scrubs against Marshall's team.

Marshall had the four best players behind me and JT there, and you could
tell he knew it with all the trash he was talking.  Lucky for him, Coach
didn't hear him.

The games started and me and JT quickly realized that Marshall and his
squad couldn't play D together to save their asses, so we called a time out
and decided to run our offense through JT and me.  Lucky for us we had
three smart guys on our team, and they realized that if we beat Marshall's
power squad, they had a great chance of making the team.

So, it was settled, and good thing we decided to play a two man game,
because me and JT absolutely ripped it up.  We played to 52, with me and JT
scoring 50 of our 52, with the other coming on a breakaway layup off a
steal.  Since Coach wanted stats from the game, he had his Managers
watching the 4 games going on.  Our final lines were absolutely amazing;
better than either of us had ever put up.  JT finished with 18 points, 11
assists, 6 steals, and a surprising 2 blocks.  I scored the first
triple-double in freshman team history with 32 points, 18 rebounds, and 10
blocks along with 4 assists and 2 steals.  I was sure we were locks for the
JV team now, and thought we both had a decent shot at making Varsity.

The JV and Varsity coaches came down after the games were over to
congratulate us on doing a great job and to encourage us to keep working
hard.  We ended practice with some more laps, and this time my pure
excitement drove me to running right next to JT the whole way.

"I can't believe those numbers we put it, I think we're on JV for sure!"

"Yeah, that triple-double you put up was unreal, I'd say you've got a great
shot at Varsity, even if you are on the bench for part of the season."

"Nah, I'd rather start on JV than pine-ride on Varsity...I'm on the team to
play, not just to have the letterman's jacket."

We went back to the locker room and me and JT started changing into our
street clothes to head home when we noticed that some of the other guys
were stripping down and heading into the shower...naked.  We were both a
little taken aback by this, because we ignorantly assumed that high-school
tryouts would be just like the intramural teams, were everyone showered at
home...by themselves.

I was immediately worried about seeing another guys dick and getting hard,
so I rushed to change.  JT on the other hand got a little excited about the
whole situation, and started stripping down to join the other guys.  I
couldn't believe that I was going to get to see him completely naked, and
the fact that he had grown into his body perfectly didn't help matters.  He
was now up to 5'9", not a bad height for a high school point guard, but it
was his body that got my attention.  He had filled out very nicely since
our skinny days in middle school and now had a forming six pack and some
developing pecs.  He didn't have the body I did yet, but he was getting
there, and I was undeniably hot for him.

I had jerked off thinking about the times I had played him in the post,
feeling his ass rub up against my cock, and the times he guarded me and I
could feel his dick rubbing against my ass.  He always seemed to get hard,
and even though I tried to convince myself he was doing it on purpose, I
always figured it was just because of his boxers rubbing up against his
cock inside his shorts.  Now, I finally got the chance to see him naked, a
chance I had dreamed about for the past 3 years.  I tried to make myself
look busy as he undressed, organizing my locker and giving an occasional
cough so that I could squint over and look at him.  When he finally pulled
down his jock, I was in complete ecstasy.  Here was this complete freshman
stud, standing 4 feet away from me, with his semi-hard cock just a small
reach away from my hand.  I wanted nothing more than to stroke his cock
right in front of everyone else, but as soon as I felt my own dick getting
hard, I knew it was time to get out of there.  I quickly changed, hiding my
hardon very well by keeping my jock tight around my waist, and told JT that
I was going to head home because I was so beat.

"Dude, why not stay and shower?  I know you don't want to walk home all
sweaty like that."

"You're right, I don't, but Mom didn't give me a choice, she said I had to
come straight home after tryouts so I could be home to meet my cousins that
are passing through town."

"Oh man, that sucks."

I almost thought I heard a little disappointment in his voice, like he
wanted to check me out as much as I had wanted to check him out.  I felt a
little flattered, but I knew the moment I let it go to my head I would find
out that I was completely off base.  I slung my sportsbag over my shoulder
and said goodbye to the rest of the guys.

On the way out, I caught glimpses of Marshall walking naked toward the
shower and was stunned to see how incredibly toned he was.  Marshall wasn't
the tallest guy, like I said he was only 5'7", but man was this kid hung.
I was so surprised when I saw his generous man cock where I thought a boy
cock would be that I think I gasped.  Since I was pretty sure no one heard
me, I quickly walked out of the room and headed home.

The 10 minute walk home was especially long this day, because I knew I had
to get back to my room for some much needed relief.  I had lied to JT about
cousins coming to town, so I knew I would my room to myself for the rest of
the night to act out some fantasies on the views I had gotten after
tryouts, but I also knew that the JV and Varsity tryouts were the following
two days, and that I would have to go to them to be eligible for the team.

I spent the night jerking off and thinking of JT and the things I wanted to
do to him in the locker room one day when we were alone.  It seemed like
time slowed down, because I don't think I've ever jerked that much in my
life, and doubt I ever will especially that soon after that night, I didn't
have a need to jerk off...but that's for another episode.