From: anthony@avon.net.au (Pep) Subject: My Basketball Buddy Date: Tue, 10 Dec 1996 12:46:11 GMT Organization: Avon Global Constructions MEMORIES OF YOUTH I remember him from my school days. As a young kid he was much smaller that the rest of us, with slimmish build, although even then he had broad shoulders and upper torso that veed down at the waist. He was one of those lucky guys that had a dark olive complexion, with smooth skin that would finish up with virtually no body hair. As a real young kid his hair was blond, but as he grew older it darkened to a very light brown. His facial features were strong, as he had a large nose with high cheek bones. He was very good looking. His arms and leg were long and lean. A typical swimmers build. He had always been a keen sportsman, he lived for cricket in the summer and football in the winter, and the rest of his spare time in the summer was spent at the local pool. I guess that his love for sport and the time he spent playing it as a young teenager, developed him a body that was of exquisite proportions. As a thirteen and fourteen year old kid, and being smaller that the rest of the group of kids we used to mix with, he lacked nothing as far as cheek was concern. He was one of those kids that always had the smart answer to any question or was able to make rudest remarks to any sucker silly enough to be in the way of his tongue. He wasn't worried in the least if they were in ear shot or not. His rude remarks were also equalled by dirty mind. He was always talking of cocks and cunts, cocks in particular, as he was always telling us of how he and a cousin would jerk off together. At that age I don't think I had even started to jerk off. As we grew older, I distinctly remember playing keep-it-off at the local swimming pool with the gang of local kids that used to hang around together. I guess we were about sixteen at that stage. He was always the kid that had to show off more than the rest. If you were playing on him, trying to get hold of the ball, and as a bigger kid at that age I had a bit of and advantage, he would always go for the grope. It was never just a quick grab of the jewels, as once he had hold, he'd hang on, not hurting, but I guess a rough fondle. Now and then he would slide his hand down the front of your bathers as he backed into you trying to keep you away from the ball. He would grab your cock and balls and just hang on. I never had the balls to return the compliment. As we grow older we started playing football together. Up until this time I don't think I had ever seen him naked. I still clearly remember the first time I had the pleasure of seeing him strip off. It was after a training run at the local footy club. It was winter and a reasonably cold wet night. We came back into the old change rooms we used to use. We were next to each other in the change room. I was sitting down taking my football boots off, he was standing nearly in front of me, about three feet away. I can still see today him undoing the top button of his wet black shorts, pulling down the zipper and dropping his shorts to the floor. He stood there in his jock strap, all steamy, and I'm positive that he made sure I was looking. I remember smelling his male smell and wishing I was closer. He then slowly pulled down his jock strap to reveal the thickest and longest cock I had ever seen at that stage of my short cock viewing life. I guess it must have been about five to six inches on the slack. His balls were held very tight in their sack under his cock due to the cold air outside. This made his cock look even longer. I guess he must have noticed me looking, staring at this weapon of his, as he just stood there allowing me to continue to feast my eyes, as he gave his package a good scratch and stretched his ball bag. His balls were bloody large. He pulled on his cock a couple of time, pulling what was left of his foreskin over the top of the large pinkish knob. His cock started to grow in size as he then turned and went into the showers to let the rest of the players marvel at his equipment. He really loved the comments about the size of his cock, and before too long, his cock, or should I say, the size of it became the talk of the team and he revelled in this praise. As the years went by, his body developed. His upper torso became more muscular. He caught up to the rest of us in height, in fact grew taller than quite a few, to about six two. Although, to my knowledge he never did any weight training, his arms and legs became more muscular, his chest had very firmly defined pecks. His stomach had the solid ridges of the fit athlete. He carried very little excess weight, as the veins could be clearly seen over his bicepsą and down his forearms. At twenty and into his early twenties he still had not grown any hair on his chest, arms or legs apart from a very light covering of near blond hair on his lower legs and forearms. If you were able to look closely, as I made a point of doing from time to time, there was a very faint trail of light blond hair that ran from his navel down to his pubic patch which at that stage turned to a darker blond or very light brown, in fact a very similar colour to the hair on his head. He cock now was the talk of the town, as at this age it had grown still larger. I had never seen it hard, but slack it was all of six inches long and more than likely a good six inches in diameter. His balls had now also developed and hung low and free in an olive coloured sack that was loose, silky and free of all hair. Both his cock and balls were a much darker olive colour than the rest of his body and hung in perfect proportion below his small patch of light brown pubic hair. Even his pubic hair looked as though it had been trimmed so as not to cover any part of his cock. This seemed to make them stand out all the more. There was a large vein that ran down the top length of his cock, with smaller veins leading out from it to it's underside. It's smooth dark olive skin craddled the pinkish-brown head, which was large and bulborous and sometimes even partly covered the head of his meat when he was least aroused. One night after a game of basketball, he asked me for lift home as his car was in dry dock. In those days we were both living with our parents and as there were no change rooms at the courts. we usually drove home for a quick shower, got changed and then went out for a beer. As we reached his home he asked if I would like to shower and change at his place to save time. I told him that it would be fine except I had no clothes to change into. He immediately came back with the usual wise crack and said he thought that I could fit my cock into a pair of his jocks and shorts. I told him that would be fine, and so we went into the house. It was then that he informed me that his folk were away overseas and were not expected back for the next two months. I thought the way he explained this in detail was a little strange, however I took little notice. We went into his bedroom and stripped off our sweaty singlets and shorts. Up until that time I had never notice his interest in me body. I was six one, also well built, but I had a very hairy chest. I guess I would be much more solid in my build than he was. As I dropped my shorts, I noticed that his eyes were riveted to my weapon the way I had been to his a few years earlier. This sort of attention excited me and I felt cock starting to grow. At first I felt embarrassed until I noticed that his cock was also growing in size very rapidly. He told me that he thought we should shower together. There was no way I was going to argue with that suggestion. So naked he lead me off to the bathroom. He turned the shower on and hopped under grabbing me by the hand and pulled me under. He then started to soap my back in more of a massage motion, working his way down to my butt were he slid the soap down the crack of my arse. The next thing I knew he had that solid piece of meat of his working up and down my arse crack in the soapy lather he had left there. While doing this he turned his attention to the front of my lower body. With both hand he started washing my cock and balls. This made me feel weak at the knees as he brought me almost to a climax. I then turned to face him and our lips met for the first time in a warm, wet embrace, as our cocks tangled with each other. My hands moved around to his butt, so smooth and firm, I soon found the spot I was seeking. As my finger probed his tight fuck hole, his whole body tensed with excitement. I pushed further into that tight warm orifice, he then seemed to melt in my arms. His cock, rock hard at attention, pulsating against my body. We kissed long and deep, our tongues entwined in sexual rapture. I then dropped to my knees to get the first really close look at this magnificent piece of manhood. He was cut, although he had been left with more foreskin than you would normally see. His cock was now fully erect and must have been nine or ten inches. Mine was eight and he made my pecker look small. His cock head was smooth and pink, while the rest of his cock was that dark olive colour, smooth and free from blemish. The smooth trace of heavy veins ran down the top and sides of his meat. His balls now were tucked up at the base of his cock, but were smooth and hairless and as large as I'd ever seen. I place my lips over that swollen cock head, and even with the water splashing down around my face, I could taste the salty flavour of his pre-cum. With my finger still well planted in his fuck hole, I new he was hot by the way he pushed his meat down my throat. Man he was large, but so smooth. I worked hard on that cock, tonguing that great knob, teasing it's under side with my tongue, then sliding my mouth down the length of his meat, deep throating until my nose was buried in his light pubic bush. As the heat grew, he pushed harder and harder until I could feel his body tense and then shoot the most magnificent wads of salty man juice into my already overfilled mouth. The taste of his manhood was great and I swallowed every drop I could get. He held my head tight and kept his sword buried deep in my throat until every last drop was exhausted from him. He then withdrew his slowly softening cock. We finished showering, got out and towelled off. He then lead my back to his bedroom and pushed me down onto his bed. You could smell his male smell in the bed clothes. He pushed my legs apart and stared at my rigid cock. He told me that he had never sucked cock before, but if he could do half the job I'd just done on him, he felt I would be more than satisfied. He slid the head of my hard cock into his mouth and started running his tongue around the sensitive underside as I had done to him in the shower. He then slipped his mouth down the length of the shaft and started to suck as he worked up and down the rigid shaft. All the time he had a firm grip on my balls with one hand as the other made its way around to my fuck hole. He then started fingering my arse. He was a natural and I found it hard to believe that this was his first time. I think that he and his cousin had been practicing for many years. I could feel myself rising to a climax as he worked harder and harder on my near to exploding cock. I could feel myself about to shoot when he inserted his finger to the hilt and hit my prostrate. With that I near blow his head off as I blew wad after wad of hot lumpy cum down this virgin sucker's throat. We lay there on the bed for a while to rest and just hold each other. I suggested that we get dressed and go for a few beers. However getting dressed he had to arrange my cock and balls in the jocks he was lending me, so I gave him a hand to do the same. We rocked on down to the local bar and joined the rest of the team for a few beers. Even with our sly looks at one and other no one had any idea of what we had been enjoying. As we were leaving he again asked for a lift home, and again I was like a kid at Christmas time. I couldn't wait to get back in the sack with this guy I had marvelled over for many years previously. END Please email me if you like my story on - anthony@mail.avon.net.au