Date: Sun, 10 Dec 2000 15:04:21 -0800 (PST) From: Nails Nelson Subject: Basketball Camp - Chap. 8 WARNING! This story contains graphic descriptions of fictitious sex between a man and a youth. If you do not want to read it or cannot legally do so, LEAVE NOW. All others, ENJOY -- and please send comments to me; address at the end of the chapter. DID We Do It ?? Basketball Camp, Chap 8 by Bob Nelson I wake slowly. The sun coming in the window now right on my face, I squint as I open my eyes, looking aside. Damn, it's bright! There's the clock -- SHIT, it's almost 8 o'clock! The boys will be on the court in thirty minutes! I jump out of bed and pull on some shorts then realize they're sticky. No, it's ME! I'm sticky in a few spots but covered with dried cum all OVER my belly and chest! Wow! That was one hell of a JO session after David left! Hmmm, no, wait -- what was that dream I had? SO hard to bring back a dream after you're fully awake. Hell, I've gotta jump in and out of the shower to get to see him, and the other boys. Maybe it'll come back to me later. Race into the bathroom, turn the hot full on to clear the pipes, then adjust it as soon as I can, get it, grab the washcloth and squeeze some bath gel onto it, rub and scrub face, chest, arms, legs, then all around Junior and his Orbs. Mmmm, still sensitive! Wish I had time, but I don't! Full cold to shock my system into full awake. HOOOO- HA! That's COLD, but just what I needed. Out, scrub down with the fresh towel. Mmmm, smells good. Glad I dry them on the line. I towel my hair, grab the deodorant & spritz, grab the hair brush for two quick swipes, grab my electric toothbrush, squeeze some Aquafresh on it, stick it in my mouth (No, don't even think of his dick!) zip it all around. Turn it Off, rinse, spit, stick the TB in its rack, and race out. Grab a collared T and a pair of boxers, shrug into them and a pair of shorts -- where are those damned sneaks! Kicked 'em off last night and -- Ah, to Hell with 'em. It's still warm enough to wear sandals. Besides, David thinks my feet are sexy in 'em! Head into the kitchen to grab a couple of Nature Valley granola bars -- oats 'n honey, of course, and --- WHAT is that half full pitcher of tea doing on the counter??? It's blurry, almost not in FOCUS, almost flickering! Oh, come on, now! I love science fiction, but this is TOO hokey! Next they'll play that high, wailing "dooo di doooo" music! But that -- is -- it was in my dream last night -- it was.. was ... I walk slowly over to the counter and gingerly reach out to touch the plastic pitcher, my rush to get to basketball practice forgotten. Vague memories of the dream are coming together -- oh, bad pun? NOT! As I touch the pitcher, I'm right back in my dream. The sunshine goes out like it was cut off but the kitchen lights are on, with David standing there. No, he's moving toward me, with an angry look on his face. "You CAN'T be serious, Bob! You get me THIS hot, kiss me like THAT, and then say STOP????? No WAY, MAN! We have to do it, man! We gotta make Love, NOW!" And he's in my arms, which automatically went around him and pulled him in the last six inches (now Stop that!). Now chest to chest, and I can see the tear tracks down his beautiful cheeks, the red eyes from crying, and his lips quivering, trying not to break down, again. He's rock hard -- his cock and mine are battling, his under my scrotum, mine mashed against his rippled abs. Still in our shorts, but where did our shirts go? Who cares? Chest to chest, skin to skin, he moves his hands from my back to my head, bends it down as he stands on tiptoes and kisses me. Really kisses me, mashing his lips to mine, forcing his tongue between mine, panting, now moaning as his lust takes over.. I hear another passionate moan, am briefly puzzled then realize it's me! We are both so hot, so turned on that we are frantic. Not just holding each other, we are caressing, rubbing, pulling, grabbing, struggling to get the other guy's shorts open. But we are pulled too tight to get to the fasteners. Now his hips start to thrust, then move side to side, rubbing his cock against mine. We've still got shorts on, but might as well not. I feel the heat of his cock, its size, the wetness of his precum as he thrusts into me, then realize I'm doing the same to him. Harder, faster, rubbing more wildly, as we gasp, trying to breathe around each other's lips but not lose the kiss or the hip thrusting. Harder! Faster! Getting close - - he's panting as fast as I am --- and UH! HAAAAA OH..... AH< DAVID!!! OH... AHHHHH> CUMMMMING!!!! I feel every muscle in my body focussed on my balls and cock, passing the ammunition as fast as it's shot. Shot after shot.. HuuHHH! AHHH! OH-h-h-hhhhh. One last SHOTTTT, and then a little Burble, and one oozing out but SO Sensitive! I feel like I'm ready to Start, not stopping... One last shudder ----- UUhhhhhh! and I open my eyes. I don't remember closing them! And I'm holding the most beautiful boy in the world, who looks like he just won a million dollars. "WOW, Bob! That may not have been in bed, we may not have had any penetration, but that was THE BEST SEX I EVER HAD!!!" Stunned, I realize it was, for me, too, and my grin slowly grows. He is still beaming and glowing like the sun, so stupendously happy that I'm warming myself in his rays. He's also still HARD! Oh, the glory and stamina of Youth! "Yes, David, it was BEST for me, too. We said we weren't going to have sex till you're 18, but our bodies had other ideas." "WHO said we were going to wait? That was strictly YOUR idea, Bob. Don't try to lay a guilt trip on me for breaking my word... we hadn't really promised, just you told me we shouldn't, so we wouldn't. But I'm so DAMNED glad we DID! But we sure made a mess," he said with a broad grin, looking down at our cum-soaked shorts. We would have been soaked from knees to neck, as much as we both shot. Luckily our shirts were tossed aside, and it hadn't dribbled out onto his shoes. "Quick, David, get your shoes off. I mean bend over sideways -- real easy, to take your shoes off. I feel us both starting to lose these loads downward. It's all going to drip onto your shoes." David thought even faster than that. He lowered himself to sit on the kitchen floor then lay back, flat on his back. "Bob, can you take them off? If I try to bend over in any direction it's going to slime my Adidas." "No sweat, my David!" I drop to my knees, feeling cooling cum sliding down my thighs. Not so sexy a feeling as when we were pumping it out, but it lets me untie his shoes and pull them off. Then I help him to his feet, being careful not to step in the first drops of cum we are dripping onto the floor. It had been such a tremendous emotional, physical, sexual, and loving release, I was enjoying the afterglow, but now it hit me. "David! How are you going to get back into the dorms and into your room like that?" He looks down to carefully examine his shorts, pulling pockets open and letting them close, pulling the front away from his tan, smooth belly, enough that I can see his tan line. He steps close to me and I wonder if he's going to hit me or hug me, when he reaches out, scoops some of my cum off where it had oozed through my shorts, and brings it to his lips, while locking into my gaze. He licks it off salaciously, grins, and reaches for more. My hand darts out and he gets a momentary panic on his face, afraid that I will grab his hand and push it away or even push him away, but his worried look evaporates into more sunshine as I reach down to scrape away some of HIS boy-cum from his shorts, and do what he did. I smile then say, "Mmmmm HMM! I sure like the way you bring treats and tasty snacks when you come to visit, David, -- - - - or visit to cum." He cracks up and grabs me to keep from falling from laughing so hard, but quickly gets control and proceeds to clean off as much of my cum as he can find, eating it and smacking his lips in enjoyment. Before he runs out, he offers me a fingerful of my own. I lick it off, then suck his finger in and suck on it like a miniature dick, suckling and slurping, then slowly pulling off with extra suction. It tastes SO much better off his finger than off mine. I scoop the last of his cum that I can see off, and offer it to him. He licks and sucks my finger exactly like I did his. "Thanks, David." "Thank YOU, Bob. How do you think the taste compares?" "Well, I think the younger vintage is sprightly, fresh, has a lot of bouquet, with a hint of basketball in the undertaste. It should age very well and be our most popular wine. The other vintage showed some robustness, a solid, pleasant enough bouquet but will only be Vin Ordinaire. What was your opinion, comparing the two?" "I think the mature vintage is definitely the better of the two. It already has aged to perfection, full bodied, delectable, sweet but with an undertaste of the oak casks it's been aged in. Definitely the best aftertaste of the two -- it's still lingering on my tongue. Here. See for yourself." He pulls me down for another kiss, one of our most erotic, since we both have a mix of our own and the other's cum there. I feel the tingles and shudderings of awakening sex drive. My cock starts filling and rising. He is pressed against me and feels it. "Well, kind sire, it seems that your wine spout is not through offering samples and bouquets, yet. May I try another of your vintages?" I groan softly, as when I cum, I am generally done for the night. Tonight, though, I'm rising as though the first time in a week. His dick was dueling with mine, again. I gently push him back and take another look. "David, your shorts are a total mess, and now that it's drying, it is instantly recognized by any male from age 13 to 93. We have to get you some different shorts, since we don't have time to wash and dry them." "I know, Bob, but it would be even more of a tipoff if I got back to the dorms -- and home -- with a pair of your shorts! What I need is a good accident." "What do you mean? I never heard of a good one." "Make me a pitcher of tea, please, Bob. Make it VERY weak, with no ice or sugar, no lemon or Sweet 'n' Low." "Are you that thirsty?" "No, but I'm not going to drink it. Just have a happy accident." "I still can't figure out what you're going to do, but I'll go along." I run hot water from the faucet, but when it gets hot turn it down to just above luke warm. I fill a glass measuring cup half full, pop it into the microwave for 3 minutes. Almost boiling, so it doesn't take the two tea bags long to make tea. I pour it into a large plastic pitcher and add water almost to the top. "Now what, my Bouncing, Boy-cummed Beauty?" "Please pour me a glass, kind Sir," he says, holding out a large plastic glass. I step toward him with the intention of pouring tea into his tumbler when he suddenly reaches out and grabs the pitcher and pulls it toward himself as he steps even closer, drops his tumbler -- and pours tea all over his belly and his shorts! "There. A PERFECT happy accident," he says, smiling up at me. I finally get it -- a camouflage rinse! Not only will it take out the sticky cum, it will mask the smell and prevent tell tale white spots when it dries! My David is brilliant! Now all we have to do is dry his shorts and boxers. "Step out of those shorts so I can dry them and go into the half bath off the kitchen, here. Rinse out your boxers really well, and I'll toss them both in my dryer." With a wicked grin, David announces, "But I didn't wear boxers OR briefs tonight, Bob. That's OK, I'll strip out of my short like you asked." "WAIT! I can't take any more -- that would be TOO much, to have you nude in my kitchen, already cum-soaked and ready! Go into the half bath and rinse your shorts, while I get you a beach towel to wrap up in for half an hour." "Spoilsport!" he says in a petulant tone, trying to look angry at me for not letting him have any more fun, tonight. I don't know if my heart could take it! -- my hard, could -- I got hard again as soon as he confessed that he came over here without wearing undershorts! Hmmm- I'm even thinking in puns.... He came over here, after he came over here. When I get back with the wraparound beach towel, he opens the bathroom door far enough to hand me his shorts and take the towel. "Wrap it tight and tuck the end in well! I don't think my poor old heart could take the sight of a bare-assed Boy running around my house!" "Oh, I wouldn't run -- unless I had to chase you," he teases. He rinsed his shorts just the right amount. No trace of cum to be seen, but I hold them up to my nose to see if I can still detect his aromatic ambrosia..... One deep sniff, then another, and one more -- "BOB! Are you getting off on smelling my shorts?!?" I look up, surprised. I hadn't heard him come out of the half bath. "Sure am, LoverBoy.... but that's the only other sex we're going to have, tonight. You're on a starvation diet for the next thirteen months!" Pouting, he tries to cry some crocodile tears, but it's too ludicrous a situation, so he begins to giggle -- then chuckle -- then a full, roaring laugh. He's so genuinely tickled by the situation that I join in and we laugh until we're weak. I toss his shorts into the dryer and set it on hot for ten minutes. "We'll see if they're dry enough with that. Now, do you want a REAL drink, instead of a "happy accidental" drink? "Sure, if you have any more of that ginger ale." "One Sarsparilla coming right up, Master David." By the time we finish our ginger ales, his shorts are dry. No cum stains, no cum aroma, and hardly any tea stains. Good thing he wore khaki shorts! He heads back into the half bath and is out again in a moment, grabs his T-shirt, slides it on but doesn't tuck it in, then sits down and puts his sox and shoes on. I start visualizing him in Atlantic City, "There he is, Mr. America --- " Bert Parks would probably jump his bones before AND after he won the crown, even if Bert never had a gay thought before! Perfection in an almost-17 package! We walk to the front door, David gives me a really warm, sensuous kiss with only a little open mouth. Sensual, almost sexy. He's getting good at telling the difference... and out the door he goes. Whistling his way out of my neighborhood at 11:30, as though it's the most natural, innocent thing he ever did. Oh -- those were my EXACT thoughts last night with the OTHER scenario -- where we didn't cum on each other! Either way, David can demonstrate perfect innocence, luckily for both of us! As I put the tea pitcher down I come back to today, sunshine shining in the window. Flashes of both "alternate realities" still echoing in my brain, flickering but fading from sight. WOW! TOO MUCH to comprehend, but now I have to hurry! The boys have probably been practicing for 15 - 20 minutes! I glance at the clock and find that it's the same time as when I came into the kitchen! I had all that "deja vu" vision in NO time! Thanks, God! I needed to do a quick scan of it! Now -- "Spike! Here, Spike! THERE you come! Had a good sleep? Get a drink while I grab a couple of granola bars and a half liter bottle of water for me, and we're OFF!" Good thing Spike is easy to walk -- even when he's frisky, like this. We head out and up the slight hill to campus. He knows we're going to go see the boys, so he'll run. Well, I can jog along behind, as I am a little anxious to see them all, but especially one! But WHICH one of these scenarios happened???? If we DID have sex, how will David react -- or how will I? Actually I'm more worried about my overreaction than his. He is SO cool! @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ What will David remember? DID they have sex or did BOTH events happen and blend together? Stay tuned to find out, and tell me how you like this little twist -- or anything else about the story so far. Send comments to Bob Nelson at NailsB69@hotmail.com .. Cum join us at Gay Vikings, if you're not a member: http://communities.msn.com/GayVikings and say "Invited in Basketball Camp," when asked why you want to join. I made it Private, to help restrict it from kiddies.