Date: Wed, 2 Aug 2000 13:27:40 -0400 From: NailsB69@hotmail.com Subject: Basketball Camp, Chapter 4 Warning: This FICTIONAL story contains graphic descriptions of sexual urges and desires of a man and a 16 year old youth. If this is illegal for you to read, turns you off, or causes you to have murderous rage or homophobic disgust, LEAVE! Leave it for others who are here by choice. Afternoon and Supper, 2nd Day Basketball Camp, Chapter 4 by Bob Nelson ============================================================== "David, let me --" I dropped to my knees in front of him, pulled his hand off his dick and just stared at its perfection. Perfectly matched to his body's perfection. I puckered my lips and blew on it, then panted in lust. There was a drop of precum oozing out... I leaned forward to lick it off, to just slide the tip of my tongue across his cum slit -- my tongue sticking out hard, with my dick the same way -- - - - - - - - - Spike barked, and my eyes popped open! I was three inches in front of Spike, not David!! I fantasized in such sensory detail that I was sure David and I were about to consummate our friendship. Hell, it was SO close -- but thank God it really wasn't! He doesn't need this, even if my cock thinks I do! Well, as long as it's hard (and hard as it is long) I might as well finish Junior off -- or get blue balls! I gaze at the picture of the 16 year old youth on my monitor, think of my David, and stroke my dick! Pump faster, rub the precum across and around my glans, twist my fist around the little head, stroke down, hold the base, up to hold the head, feel it pulse -- and I'm there! Spurting shot after shot into the tissues -- toss those and grab some more -- eyes half shut to blur the picture so I can replace its features with my David's. Shuddering and moaning through all Junior's shots and pulses, I pass the peak of my climax and slide down the other side. WHhhhhewww! and sag onto the floor, totally loose and relaxed. Wooo-eee! That was certainly "safe sex!" I imagined it as graphically as I'd fantasized it! But somehow it was less that fully, erotically satisfying. Almost like I had violated David's virginity and trust. LUST! That was all it was as I fantasized about my pleasures, my getting close, and my getting off. Gads, that was as selfish and self centered as my trips to the Tea rooms and glory holes while I was in my last two years of college! No, David deserves more than just being my jackoff fantasy, my source of boy cum, my receptacle for mine! He deserves so much more than just being a way I get my rocks off! He is truly a young god, one to cherish more than worship. I want to explore his depths and heights, learn more about him, his family, his school likes and dislikes, his dreams and sadnesses. He's a wonderful and gorgeous young lad, but I focussed only on his physical beauty. He has outstanding athletic ability, a quick mind, a wry sense of humor, and loyalty to me and his team mates. He is sexy! But that almost blinded me to all the rest of his wonderful attributes. Time to "flesh out" this boy, learn him in depth. This fantasy orgasm was good -- very useful to clear out the testosterone poisoning my mind and release the pressure that had kept me on the edge of wanting to molest him. THAT would have destroyed us both! Looking back on what I thought was his coming on to me outside the Post Office, I see now that it was probably just his reaction to a man panting after his body. His awareness of me staring at him, obviously infatuated with him, and wanting him, plus his "gaydar" of my orientation led to his playing with me. Teasing me, but very aware that we could never have sex out in the open -- probably never do anything sexually with each other this year, maybe never. He's so fine that he has undoubtedly been cruised, propositioned, and maybe even pushed toward sex by boys his own age. Yet he said he wants his first experience to be with a man -- with me! Well, I will not violate or injure him in any way. Time to cool it and become a friend. Thank God that load I blew took most of the pressure off! Starting to think with my big head, now, and realize how I can learn so much more about my David, to plumb and probe his mind and character instead of his body! He's already shown a real golden intellect, a gem of humor, and a sterling character. He has not crossed the line except that one quick grope, which led my little head down the path to a sexual fantasy world. He's here, in this world, so I will stay in it with him and let the future evolve as it will. Get up, clean up, change shorts, and let's go back to see David at the afternoon practice. He said he'd tell me if I could have supper with them all tonight! By now David told the Coach that his dad and I are old friends and told him to look me up. Otherwise, will the Coach or the Staff see me as a lecherous old man, preying upon one of their boys? David seems very cool, building up our "friendship" with a few little hints, not overplaying it or messing up any details. I'll handle myself a little better, not staring at him so long, not allowing Junior to be my Jack-in-the-boxers. "Come on, Spike, time for a walk. Let's go see David." That's all it took! Normally he looks at me to see if I might really be serious about taking a walk, then he stretches and yawns, lying on the rug, and only when I get up does he head for the front door. Sometimes he wags so hard his tail hits the wall but usually his nose is on the rug, ready for some more 'spiders' to attack. Not today! He's out in the front hall, pointing at the front door and wagging. The secret word for today must be "David," and Spike's eager to claim his prize -- David's petting, scratching behind the ears, and words of praise. Spike is an excellent judge of character, so we go. Up the slight hill to get to the edge of campus, down the street that leads to the gym, and behind it to the courts. The boys are still coming onto the courts; the first ones there standing in groups under each basket practicing their set shots. Still the old "rule" that if you make a basket you get to shoot again until you miss. If you miss the boy who grabs the rebound takes his turn. Ahh, there's David at the closest corner. Spike and I slow to watch as we get closer. He really is a joy to watch in action as well as perfection when still. Balance, focus, set, then a smooth push with his legs and shot with his right hand, and swish! -- an air ball, I think they call it. One of the boys bounces it back to David who moves a few feet further out, to the 3 point line, sets, shoots, and plunk! Another basket, though this one hits the rim on the way through. He grins and flicks a glance at me out of the corner of his eye. He's been aware that I walked up and is performing for me! What a treat, and if it helps him concentrate and shoot better, I'll be delighted to watch him.... Gee, tough job, watching this perfect lad perform above his norms. The next shot rattles in, around once, then back out, but it was with his left hand. Getting a little cocky, David? Or just seeing how high you can climb in your abilities with "my help?" Whatever it was, I get the treat of watching, and the way he's explained it, I'm an old friend of his Dad's, so of course I can watch closely. Spike lets me know he's got business to attend to, if David is not going to pet him and play, so I wait till David's next glance then point at Spike, point at the woods, and wave so long. He and a couple of the boys next to him give me a wave, and I'm off. Spike is anxious to sniff all the plants, posts, and other verticals for scent of other male dogs. If their marking is fresh, he lifts his leg to put his mark on top. One of my casual friends here, who also has a dog, says that the male dogs are "checking and answering their pee mail." Well, Spike answers every one he finds. We go once around the lake, then I let him back into the bushes to dump a load well off the path, and we head to the Library. I want to check on that book about Vikings that was out, see if it's back. Good, it is. I head back to the basketball courts with it. Now I can read with occasional glances at David -- or gaze at him with occasional glimpses at the book. He plays well, moving with grace and coordination, feeding the ball to his team mates, picking off passes by the opposing players, charging down court with abrupt stops or turns to throw off the defense, and generally playing college level basketball. To me, he is the best player of all the boys, no matter what age. There, the Head Coach blows his three long blasts, the assistant coaches echo the signal, and all boys slowly shut down, a couple taking one or two last shots. Balls bounced to the ball boy, the camp boys walk over and sit in the shade on the far side. As he's done before, David sits on his T-shirt at the end of boys closest to me and gives me a quick glance and a cocked eyebrow as he settles down. Now, rapt attention to the coach, nodding to show he's getting the info, smile at the coaches humor. Yes, this boy is on full alert, soaking up all that's offered. He's a good example to the others, too, with just a little tap on his neighbor's shoulder to quiet the boy, pointing at the Coach to get the kid back in focus. The Coach smiles his approval. David has the whole staff under his spell! But it's not a spell, it's his natural abilities coupled with his focus, cheerfulness, and joy of being at this training camp. He absorbs everything he can, while the immature ones talk or play even when it's inappropriate. Finally, the boys are dismissed. "Come on, Spike, let's go see David," I say as the boys start streaming up the hill toward the dorm. David is surrounded by the same boys as yesterday -- he is a natural leader, smiling his approval of them and voicing his delight in all they're doing together. One of the younger boys is practically holding David's hand, walking so close that David puts his hand on the boy's shoulder. The boy grins like he's won the Prize! He has. David is the prize that we all want, but have to share. He acknowledges me and Spike, though I know he's kept us in his surveillance pattern with quick, covert glances. "Hey, Spike! Here, boy! Oh, Hi, Bob!" "Hi, David! Hi, guys -- good practice! You are all getting better so fast that you'll blow the boys away who didn't come to camp! Yeah, Spike, go on." I drop the leash which drags behind Spike as he runs over to David and wags so hard his butt wiggles excitedly. Spike's butt, that is. David's butt is not wiggling, though I watch it, anyway. The boys all give Spike a lot of attention but he is totally tuned in to David, gazing at him with those loving, golden eyes, smiling and wagging. I love the way Spike expresses his emotions -- lets me recognize and express my own more than I ever used to. "Oh, Bob, the Coach said that would be fine, for you to have supper with us, tonight. We're going to shower and change now, then head over there in about forty five minutes. Will that be OK with you, or is it too early for your supper?" "No, David, that'll be five o'clock, and just fine. Thanks for asking him and telling me. I'll walk over to your dorm with you all so I know which door you guys go in, then head home to change and be back in time to walk over to the Dining Hall with you. I'll give Spike some supper, but we may find some scraps for him at supper." "Sure will, Bob. Oh, hey, guys, I just remembered. I have to go check the Post Office before they close. I called my folks and asked them to send me a book I want to show Bob. Bob, do you have time to go with me, now?" "Sure, David. That's right on my way home. Let's go." I was again amazed at David's almost uncanny perception, as though he'd read my concern that I didn't know enough about his family to be "an old friend of his Dad's." This gives us some time to talk so I "remember" more. What a lad! I feel closer to him all the time, but now it's a warm feeling of friendship instead of the burning fire of lust that it was last night and this morning. As we leave his friends, David glances at me and gives a quick smirk, "You know why we need this walk, don't you, Bob?" "Yes, David, but I am constantly amazed how you set up our times together so casually, to let us talk, visit, and get to know each other as well as we're already supposed to. I need to know your Mom's and Dad's names, how long they've been married, what your Dad does now, and if you have any siblings. What you like --" "Whoa, Bob! Slow down so I can fill you in. I knew that's what you were a little uptight about after you found out you could have dinner with us. The Coach 'knows' that you knew my Dad for a short while, but that you'd lost touch until I got chosen for this camp. Then Dad remembered that you had been hired to teach here and checked, found out you're still on staff, and told me to look you up. My folks got married eighteen years ago, about two years after your summer friendship with my Dad at Ann Arbor, so you didn't know about me or my younger Sis, Suzy. She's ten, and not too much of a pain in the ass, but follows me around a lot. Dad got some training in computers just before I was born and is now his company's main man for them. They keep track of specialized medical equipment for blood work of all types, and Dad has several people under him who know where all of it is and its availability. Last year he expanded his database to know where all of it is in the world, not just in the U.S. Mom's name is Janet, and Dad, by the way, is Paul. Paul Allen Lindstrom. Got it?" Amazing! This boy-man operates on several levels of input-feedback, organizes and sums up info better than any of my colleagues, then presents it succinctly like it is commonplace. I'm mesmerized by his mind as much as his body, today! "OK, David. Most important is that he's Paul, Paul Allen Lindstrom so I used his initials to call him "PAL" and that we had a nice but short friendship at Ann Arbor, twenty years ago. I lost track of him, too, but am so happy that he remembered me and that I was here so he could tell you to look me up. Janet and he were married eighteen years ago, you came along almost seventeen years ago, just as he'd gotten into computers. Suzy was born ten years ago, but I didn't know that till today. Oh, where do y'all live?" "Very good, Bob. We live in Brandermill -- know where that is?" "Yes, David, and with your Dad's value to his company, I can see why you can live in that upscale area. You can tell me about your house, school, room, interests and girl friends as we walk, or as I 'find out more about you' while we're at dinner. Probably better to learn most of it, there, as I 'didn't know you' till you found me, right?" "Right on, Bob. Well, here we are at the P.O., but the window is closed. Guess they wouldn't have had time to get a book since yesterday, anyway," he said with a sly grin. Covering us cleverly, again, with that story. "OK, David. See you at your dorm in about thirty five minutes. Will that give you enough time?" "Sure, Bob. The other guys will be through with their showers, and I don't take long. See you then, and thanks for having supper with me," he said with a lowered voice and chin, looking up at me, shyly. He looked almost like he felt presumptuous to invite me and make it hard for me to refuse. But it wasn't as hard, today, and I wouldn't refuse him anything! "David, I am so happy to -- so very happy to have supper with you and get to know you better. I just realized at noon that I was so horny for you that I was about to jeopardize our friendship and possible future if I continued to react to your looks and sexy ways. I took care of my little head's problem, and want us to be real friends, but only as much as you want to, not to embarrass, endanger, or push you to do anything! I just want us to friends. OK?" For the first time, I saw tears in the corners of David's beautiful hazel eyes. He tried to blink them away, then faked a sneeze so he could rub his nose and his eyes. He looked me full in the face with a serious expression and said, "Bob, I felt that difference in you after lunch. It was arousing and sexy to have you lusting after me yesterday, last night, and this morning, but it was starting to scare me. Any more and it would have thrown my game off instead of improving it. You do make me feel sharper, see more, play better and shoot better, especially now, with your friendly attention and approval, not just lust. I'm glad you told me all that, to confirm it." "David, your radar, gaydar, and all other perceptions of me are SO amazing! I'll just head on home, happier than I've been in years, and see you in thirty minutes." I put my hand on his shoulder and squeezed, a little longer and harder than a sexy squeeze. He flashed his full, one thousand watt grin up at me, showing he understood my message. Spike and I headed home but I had to force myself not to bounce, skip, or run. I whistled a happy tune, even if a little off key. Spike could tell I was happy, too. Thanks, God! Thank you for waking me up to all of this boy's wonders, waking me up to enjoy our time together and not upset him or endanger either one of us! What a boy! -- MAN! He is way too sharp, mature, and quick on the uptake to be called 'a boy.' After giving Spike a cup of dry dog food with two tablespoonsful of canned dog meat for his short supper, I ran through the shower, spritzed on anti-perspirant, and jumped into fresh shorts and a short-sleeve, button down shirt. Socks and tennies, and I was ready. I'd shaved this morning and luckily didn't have to shave twice a day. "Let's go, Spike. Time to go see David, again." He was all wiggles at the door, moaning to go out. He knew where we were headed! I let him pull me up the hill, back to campus, and told him as we got there, "Go to his dorm, Spike. Collingwood Hall, where he lives." Whether he understood me, tracked David's scent trail, or just was lucky, Spike headed right to Collingwood. I patted and praised him as we got there, and saw David just coming down the steps to join three of his mates. "Hi, David! Hi, boys! How was that for timing? Are any of you hungry?" "I could eat a horse, if it was cooked right," David replied. "How about you, Tony, you, Pete, or you, Enzio?" "Yeah, me, too," answered Tony. "No way, man. I don't eat no horse meat!" exclaimed Pete. "I don' know, David. I never tried it. What's it taste like?" asked Enzio. David had adroitly named each boy as he looked at him, making a comment that elicited responses from each, to let me fix their name and manner in mind as we walked to the Dining Hall. As we got there, the Head Coach greeted the boys and me. "Hello, boys. David, is this Dr. Nelson, your Dad's friend?" "Yes, Coach Brown. Thanks for letting him eat with me and my friends. I'd never met him till yesterday and I'm sure glad my Dad remembered that he teaches here! He's a nice guy." "So I've noticed, and I figure that any man who has a dog that well behaved but that eager to meet you boys is a nice guy. Did you ever play or coach basketball, Dr. Nelson?" "No, Coach Brown, and please call me Bob! I just started really watching it when I began teaching Chemistry here. This is a Division 3 school, so they boys play for the love of the game, not for a scholarship to pay their way through. David and all these boys play that way, too. I am amazed at some of their abilities and moves. That blind pass David made yesterday so his team mate could score was only the second time I've seen it done that well. The other time was in our championship game at the end of last season." The Coach beamed, so I guess my description of the play was not too inane or wrong. "You're right, Dr. Nelson -- Bob. That play was beautifully executed, and I'm glad I saw it, too. It's hard to watch all the boys when there are four games going on at once. David has been getting more attention than most from all of us coaches, as he has really improved so much!" "I've even been able to see that. Are you his coach at school?" "No, but his school and mine play two to three games a year, and last year David was pretty unsure of himself. David, did your coach or your Dad work with you since last season?" "Both, Coach. My Dad never played after High School, but knows the game and gave me some good help, mostly the chance to practice with him at home, on the hoop he put up on the front of the garage. My coach came over twice to give us both some pointers, so it's fun and I learn new stuff every month." "That's why you're so much better than anyone else your age, David. You listen, you learn, then you practice the good actions and moves, not just do the same things over and over. All the great players listen and learn to play better each year. How tall is your Dad and how much have you grown since last summer?" "Dad is 6'1", and I've gone up from 5'5" last summer to 5'10" this summer. But I feel like I'm not in a growth spurt like over the winter." "Well, you probably won't reach 6'6" or more, which is what you almost have to have to go pro or semi-pro. Too bad, because you have the potential." David blushed at this praise from a man who obviously knew the game, knew how well David played, but was realistic on the importance of extra height for top-notch players. "Thanks, Coach! I've never thought of playing pro or semi-pro, I just love to play for fun -- and on our team at school. You've taught us a lot here, too, so I might make first string this Fall." "You surely should, David. I'll bet Coach Andrews will be amazed at how much you've improved, and will try you out at guard or forward. Keep your options open and you'll have a great senior year. How are you doing in your classes?" I was very happy that Coach Brown was asking all the questions I wanted to. I guessed David's answer. "Oh, pretty good, Coach. I'm in AP English, Math and Science, for the Fall, plus third year Spanish. Already filled all my other requirements. Pretty good GPA." "Like what?" I asked, "3.8?" David's mouth dropped open slightly as he looked at me wide-eyed for just an instant. Then, when he saw my look of pride and friendship, he smiled and answered, "Actually it's 3.85, so it's going to be hard to raise it." "I'd say impossible to raise, David, since you're so close to the perfect 4.0. If you keep that till graduation, you'll probably be offered scholarships to some pretty fine schools. Have you had Chemistry?" "Yessir. I had that in my Sophomore year, although it's considered a Junior level course. I aced it and wish there was another semester I could take." "Isn't there a Junior College near you which has a cooperative arrangement with your High School, allowing advanced students to take a college course or two before they graduate?" "Yes, there is, and I've applied for Chem 102, their second semester General Chem course. I won't find out if I've been accepted or if the course time will fit my schedule until I get back, this Fall. I'll let you know if I get it!" Another ZING from David -- letting me know that he's interested in my area, that he's already applied, and that he will keep in touch! I felt warm all over and missed the coach's question. "What, Coach Brown?" "I asked what you teach here, Dr. Nelson. It seems too informal to call you Bob when asking that." "I teach Chemistry, and am Assistant Department Chair. My specialty is the new MRI equipment." David asked, excitedly, "Isn't that Magnetic Resonance Imaging? The new way of looking at subatomic structures and interactions?" "Exactly right, David! Where did you learn about that?" "On the internet. My Dad told me I should keep abreast of advances in the topics I like, and I just found out a little about that last week, after reading a reference to it in a Science Fiction & Fact magazine." "Well, little Pardner, we have a couple of more interests in common. I've been a SciFi fan for thirty years." "Wow, that's cool, Bob! Excuse me, though. I have to finish so I'll have time to digest supper a while before we start evening practice." He turned back to eating, just watching and listening as Coach Brown and I had a little more conversation then jointly began to end it. "Very nice meeting you, Dr. Nelson!" "And a pleasure to meet you, Coach Brown. I appreciate your way of coaching, praising the boys doing the right things to help them improve. Some coaches only point out the errors." "I know what you mean, and I swore I would use the Positive Praise approach if I ever got a coaching job. It's worked so far. I've had some championship teams, but more importantly, all but a few of the boys I've coached have learned to love the game and enjoyed playing." "Exactly what I observed by your leadership -- you're teaching your assistant coaches the benefits of Positive Praise. And these boys all are positive proof!" I concluded, gesturing at all the boys in the Dining Room. "Thank you, Sir. Glad it's working. David, why don't you take a few extra minutes with Dr. Nelson before you come down to evening practice? You've put so much time and effort into what we've been working on that you can skip ten minutes of practice." Another example of rewards for those that do well... "Gee, thanks, Coach! I have to tell Bob -- Dr. Nelson -- more about my family since he and Dad lost contact almost twenty years ago. This will give us a chance. Can we go walk around the lake with Spike, Bob?" Another example of this lad's astute response to an opportunity. Walking around the lake will give us ten minutes of time entirely alone, with some secluded spots --- but I will NOT cause or respond to any sexual activities! I don't get those vibes from David -- just that he wants some quality time with me -- and Spike. "Good idea, David, and do you have any little bites on your plate for Spike? I told him we might bring him a few. I don't feed him from my table, nor give him much people food, but meat bits are good for him." "Yessiree, Bob. I've saved four little bites for him -- there was a little gristle in the meat that I thought he'd enjoy more than I did." "Good. Well, Coach Brown, thanks for the extra time with my friend's fine son. I'll have him down there on time, after we walk Spike." =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Thanks for your interest and email. Send any questions or suggestions addressed to me, Bob Nelson, in care of NailsB69@hotmail.com -- I almost destroyed it by fiddling with it -- "If it ain't broke, DON'T FIX IT!"