Date: Wed, 26 Dec 2001 18:08:47 -0800 (PST) From: Nutador Subject: Basketball Night The author retains all rights of ownership. This is a fantasy for Adults Only. It takes place in my own mind. There is a small swingers community called Johnsonville, a place where no one ever dies from a sexually transmitted disease. (M+/M+, orgy, casual M/b) Basketball Night From a work in progress entitled Johnsonville. By Pervy Bishelly Part 1 On the second and fourth Tuesdays of every month fathers and sons got together for a basketball practice and workout. The sons practiced, the fathers worked out. The school coach was there to oversee the practice; but I was surprised to see so many fathers in attendance. The boys ranged in age from 11 to 14 years old. The fathers appeared to be from their mid-twenties to mid-forties. And besides myself and the coach, there were 11 of them, all fit and eager to mix it up on the floor. Even though I was childless, I was invited to join in. I had played some basketball in High School and looked forward to an evening of play on the court. I was invited because we were new in Johnsonville, and those taking me under their wing wanted me to experience this too. The invitation seemed perfectly innocent, even healthy; but knowing Johnsonville I was ready for any surprise. The evening was surprisingly low-key and pleasant. The coach put everyone through some drills for the first half-hour, and then divided us up into four teams, with one back up for each team. All the backups were men, so that all the boys would get to play. There was no shouting or screaming. Just gentle, but constant cajoling and vocal control of the play. Often the play was halted so the coach or one of the fathers could point out and explain an error; why and how it was made and how to avoid it in the future. Promptly at nine o'clock, the coach blew his whistle and play stopped. Everyone slowly headed for the lockers in high spirits. There was a lot of chatter and kidding, back-slapping, hair-tousling, and butt- patting all the way into the locker room. The kids seemed to know the routine, and stripping quickly headed into the showers, while the fathers moved more slowly, talking and taking their time. By the time the Dads were all naked and moving into the shower room, the kids were headed out and toweling down. Some of them seemed anxious to get out of there and on their way home. A few lingered in the locker area, talking and horsing around. Getting naked with a bunch of other guys in the locker room brought back a lot of fond memories for me and not a little sexual excitement. I always enjoyed that naked camaraderie, and felt my penis swell and grow heavy between my thighs as I moved into the shower room with the rest of the men. There were about seven shower heads, so not everyone could have their own. But that didn't seem to be a problem as several men shared. Being new, I was allowed my own shower. Bill, the guy who had invited me to the practice was on my right, sharing a shower with coach. On my left was a large, sandy haired guy named Carl. The loud chatter soon died down to just murmurs almost obscured by the noise of the water pouring down. I looked around, curious as to why the sudden comparative silence. I immediately saw why. The guys were not there to just get a quick shower or just to clean themselves. Many guys were washing each others backs, others were playing with each others pricks and balls. Many asses were being fondled and even fingered. Tits and pecs were being mauled and tweaked. Suddenly a young boy about eleven with strawberry blond hair was at my side staring at my dick, which was just starting to really swell, standing straight out from my crotch. He must have been one of the boys that lingered in the locker room. I was kind of embarrassed and wasn't sure how to act, when Carl next to me spoke, "Don't mind him. That's my boy Calvin. He's fascinated by cock. You're new and he hasn't seen yours yet." He was smiling broadly and shaking his head, "I'm sure the kid is going to grow up to be a first-class cocksucker!" The boy smiled shyly at me and moved away, around his father, to the next man down the line. The mans large penis was fully erect, as he stood facing outward, letting the water massage his back. Obviously the kid knew him, as he immediately grabbed the large shaft and began playing with it. Neither the guy, whose name was Ted Miller, nor his father said anything, but stood there watching the kid and the rest of the sexual play in the room as if everything were perfectly normal. Finally Ted said, "You better save that for your Dad!" The kid smiled up at him mischievously and quickly left the shower area. I assume most of the kids knew their way home as all the others had left by now without waiting for their Dads. It was a small town after all, and not much out there to worry about. I settled into a dazed state as the men began moving around me, forming different groups, and switching partners so to speak. I was suddenly aware of a young muscle hunk standing beside me as he reached out and started to massage my meat. I had certainly noticed him earlier on the court, as he had one of the greatest asses I had ever seen on a man. His name was Tom and he was smiling broadly at me as he continued to fondle my cock. I wasn't going to let this opportunity pass as I quickly brought a hand around and grabbed a hold of that beautiful ass. He closed his eyes, as if in ecstasy, as I fondled his rear. I went further and sank my fingers low into his deep cleavage. What an ass! It was like two Volleyballs squashed together. I found his hole and dug my index finger in deep. The ass may have been tight, but the hole was not. My finger sank easily into his hot rectum. I finger-fucked him for several minutes, until he moved slowly away, looking back at my with a smile and eyes that promised everything. Slowly, the showers were all being turned off and the men, most of them sporting huge erections wagging in front of them were moving out of the room. I lingered in disbelief. Once again Johnsonville had caught me unprepared, shocked and surprised. I assumed that that was all of the action, and that everyone would quietly get dressed now and go home to their families. No one had actually ejaculated that I could tell, but they all sure left parading big boners. Bill stayed behind with me, smiling at my obvious state of shock. I couldn't wipe the smile off my face or stop shaking my head. I made no attempt to will my own erection away, but just let it wave in the breeze. Bill grabbed my arm, and said, "Come on, the fun is just starting." Part 2 Bill put his arm around my shoulder as we walked out of the shower room and into an empty locker room. Again I was surprised. The men had all disappeared, but their clothes were still scattered about. Then I remembered this school had a sauna. I had been given a guided tour weeks earlier of the school facilities on one of the community meeting nights and was surprised to be shown a sauna in a school gymnasium. I was told it had been installed only recently by the community members who wanted to use the gymnasium for more general purpose. I had forgotten about it until then, but now remembered the smell of hot, wet wood and stale smell of many bodies that had sweated away in there. I remembered too the orange-red lightbulb in its metal cage that lit the small room from the ceiling But nothing prepared me for what I saw as Bill opened the door and gently pushed me inside. The room was a pile of naked male bodies writhing together under that hellish scarlet light like a scene from the Inferno. Sounds of grunts and moans, slurping and sucking, flesh slapping flesh as asses were being fucked, completely filled the small space. The smell, a mixture of the bodies fresh from the shower, but now sweating and exuding the special pheromones of the male in sexual heat, and the hot, almost female smell filled the room that a man's ass gives off when he is being fucked. Everybody was doing something to somebody. It appeared no cock, ass, or mouth was left unused. Straight in front of me when I entered the room, a guy was ass-fucking another guy doggie style, and sucking a cock offered to him by a man standing over the one being fucked. The one being fucked was also sucking the cock of a man who was leaning forward and had his face buried in the ass of the man who was getting sucked by the man who was doing the fucking. I looked around for Tom, hoping that ass of his was not being totally occupied for the evening. I found him kneeling on a bench, his ass in the air, his mouth sucking on a large cock gently moving in and out of his face. The ass was occupied all right, but with a tongue, not a cock, as Coach Joe was busily eating it out. He had spread those beautiful buns as wide a he could and had his tongue buried deep inside. When Tom saw me out of the corner of his eye, he pulled off the cock with a large pop, and pushed the coach's face back with his ass as he got up and came to me. Behind him, I saw the coach latch on to the cock that Tom had abandoned and start sucking without missing a beat. Tom put his arms around me and said, "I've been waiting for you. I want you to be the first tonight since you're the new guy. Wanna' fuck my ass?" I didn't really need to answer as my fingers had already found his wet and open butthole and were digging deep. "You bet!" I said. He turned around and bent over, bracing his arms on the bench beside the coach who was still sucking cock. His ass was just at the right height for me, and I took hold of my cock which was still hard from the shower room activity and slowly guided the fat head of it into Toms rectum. I moved slowly only so I could savor every inch of that hot beautiful ass as I entered it. I'm sure Tom would have been just as happy if I had rammed it in to my balls in one stab. But his ass was like silk inside. Hot, firm, wet flesh grasping my rod in a smooth clutching embrace. My hands roamed over his broad muscular back as my eyes drank in those round, alabaster buns now hiding my huge erection in their depths. As I slowly, but rhythmically fucked away, another guy came up behind the coach, a big stiff cock in his hand, which he carefully stuffed into the coach's ass. The coach moaned around the cock in his mouth, but kept right on sucking. The activity in the room did not let up and my cock was so hard it hurt; but I knew I wasn't going to last much longer. Some guy had dropped to the floor between our legs and was tonguing both our ballsacks. Tom's luscious butt cheeks were sticking to my abdomen with sweat every time I went deep. I loved that itchy feeling of my pubic hairs soaked in sweat caught between our flesh. Tom's ass started to get really juicy and was making noise now as I fucked in and out. I couldn't take it any longer. I started pounding his ass and groaning loudly as I climbed to orgasm. Everyone watched as I expelled a great gasp of air from my lungs and began spurting into him. It seemed to last forever, until finally it faded away with my slowing fuck movement, and I fell over his back exhausted, my hard prick still buried deep in his ass. After a bit, I slowly moved my ass back to pull my prick from his hole. I could feel it slither out like a snake and drop to hang down, I knew, still drooling cum and ass juice. I stayed bent over Tom for a few minutes as the mouth between our legs started vacuuming my cock of all its leftover juices. I kissed Tom's back and thanked him for a beautiful fuck, and then raised up and stepped back. He moved his knees up onto the bench, and bending forward again stuck his ass in the air like he was when I first saw him. In a flash, big Carl had moved in between us and was inserting his meat into Toms now juicy, open hole. Having just left that hole, I knew what a treat he was in for, even with my cum squishing out and coating his pubes with a ring of froth. I stayed for awhile, moving to Tom's side to play with his nipples while he was getting slam fucked by Carl; but the room was getting too hot for me. I was covered in sweat and my cock and balls were sticky with saliva and fuck juice. I needed to get back into the shower. Part 3 I walked out in a drugged state, but the cool air of the locker room helped clear my head. And while my animal mind wanted to shower and then jump right back into the orgy, my body and better sense said get dressed and go home. Another guy had followed me out of the sauna and joined me in the shower. He was covered in sweat and had a broad, satisfied smile on his face. They had called him "Frenchy" on the basketball court, but I knew his name was René. He too was a comparative newcomer to Johnsonville. "It's crazy in there, isn't it?" he said, with a slight accent, shaking his head. "I've come to expect surprises around here," I responded. Both of our cocks were still swollen from the activity, and I couldn't help noticing what a beautiful one René was sporting. It was one of those fat European dicks with a foreskin that would normally have covered the glans completely, but in that swollen state was half pulled back, revealing half of a big, red, juicy head. I quickly soaped up and rinsed off, while stealing glances of his fat meat swaying around in front of him. Before leaving the shower, unable to help myself, I reached over and took a firm grip on his prick. "I was going to go home," I said, "but I would love to have a little taste of this before I leave." He put his arms around me as I held on to his thick meat between us. "You're not going already are you?" he said, his eyes wide with disappointment. "There's still lot of fun to have!" I didn't have to be asked twice. "I'll stay if I can suck you," I said. He brought his face to mine and I found myself french-kissing a handsome Frenchman. He pulled away slowly, and guided me back to the locker room and into the sauna. Inside I saw that Tom had been moved into the center of the room. He was still on his feet, but bent over sucking on one cock while still getting fucked in the ass by another one. It was obvious he had been fucked continuously since I left, and that practically every man in the room was going to have at least one go at him. There were two men flanking his ass, waiting for their turn. René moved close to Tom's body and began caressing his sweat covered, muscled back. René turned and smiled at me, waving his dick with his left hand. I immediately dropped to my knees and took it in my mouth. I let my tongue play around the foreskin for a long while, until he started to erect again, and the head slipped out of the skin completely and reached for the back of my throat. I started sucking in long solid strokes, encouraging his swelling. He was soon fully erect. I took a firm grip on his big balls with my right hand to control his cock. With my left hand I reached under Tom's body and sliding my hand down over his muscular abs, I found his hanging genitals, swollen and slimy with all kind of juices. He had obviously ejaculated more than once already, but kept right on giving up his ass to all comers. I was not an expert cocksucker; and the bigger Rene's cock became, the harder it was for me to handle it. I gagged several times trying to deep throat him, and probably nicked him more than once with my teeth, but I was a man possessed and kept jamming my mouth down on it. After a while, he leaned over me and said, "I want to fuck you." I hadn't been fucked in a long time, and in fact, was practically a virgin, but the time and place was right and it suddenly seemed like a great idea. I got slowly to my feet and turned toward Tom. I leaned over him trying not to put any weight on him, as I knew he must be exhausted. René squatted down behind me and pulling my cheeks apart, shoved his face into my hairy ass. His tongue licked at my hole for several minutes and then begin trying to burrow inside. It felt wonderful, but realizing he wasn't gaining any ground, he stood up and asked for grease. A jar of lube was put in his hand and he scooped out two fingers full. This went straight to my hole. First one finger went in, and then two. I let out a gasp, but tried to relax. "Push out," he said. I did, and it helped a lot. The two fingers went deep and started stirring around. I pushed some more and suddenly felt my ass open up like a flower. He brought his greasy fingers back to his standing prong and caressed it with long strokes leaving it shiny and hard. Since he was shorter than I am, I lowered my ass to what I thought was the right height and felt him slide the head of his prick right into my hole. I continued to keep myself loose and felt like my ass was falling out as he continued to maneuver his thick, hard meat into my ass. It felt wonderful. I noticed another man had taken over behind Tom's ass and was vigorously slamming in and out of that abused hole. There was only one more guy now waiting for a turn. I was hoping to have one more try myself before he gave up for the night, so started frigging myself, as René slowly pushed deep into my ass and slowly pulled out again. He picked up the rhythm a little and my cock began to swell in my hand. It felt like I was coming continuously as he stroked back and forth over my joy-spot. I had never felt that before and couldn't help myself from groaning loudly with every push. As the last man waiting took over at Tom's ass, a wild and crazy idea entered my sex-crazed mind. My cock hardened to full extent as I contemplated the possibility. Luckily he didn't last long, or my plan would have been ruined by my ecstasy pushing me over the edge; but after a few moments he went into overdrive and grunting loudly dumped his load in Tom's overloaded asshole. I glanced back at René and began moving around Tom's body to his rear end. René understood immediately what I wanted and followed me around with his big prick buried deep in my bowels. Part 4 When I got behind Tom I saw that both of his huge inner thighs were covered in the semen dripping out of his hole. It was a heady, overwhelming smell of cum and well-fucked ass. It just made me more determined to get another piece of it. Luckily Tom was short too, so squatting slightly as I was to accommodate René, I was at just the right height to slip my wooden boner right into Tom's waiting butt for the second time that evening. But this time was definitely different. What before was a silky, clutching smoothness had become a swollen, sopping swim in a hole that felt like it may never be able to close up again. If it hadn't been for my crazed sex driven determination, the smell and slime of it all, and Rene's big prong up my ass, I probably would have given it up. But René held himself against me, and let me fuck myself back and forth, into Tom's hole and then back, filling my own hole again and again. I threw my head back and grunted rhythmically with each thrust. When I was close I stopped thrusting and buried deep in Tom's ass, I turned to René and ordered, "Fuck me!" He obligingly took over and began slamming my now loose asshole, climbing toward his own release. The small crowd that had gathered around to watch our sandwich fuck began to cheer us on with "Yeah, man!", "Go for it!" and other encouragement. René began a jackhammer rhythm that slapped my ass loudly and soon let loose some french-sounding "oouph!" The hard slapping of his body against my butt continued as I felt his prick jerk and explode inside me. That was all I needed and I cried out and spilled another load in Tom's soaked ass. We stayed in position a minute or two, coming down, before René slowly drew his long cock out of my hole. I fell away from Tom and stumbled to the wall. I slid down and sat on the floor totally exhausted, but happy. Through glazed eyes I watched Tom stand up, wobbling like a drunk. He headed toward the door, one hand at his asshole, as if trying to hold everything together, but was stopped by an older guy who I knew to be a local businessman. He said, "You promised!" and with that Tom turned around again like a sleepwalker and went to the bench. He climbed up on his knees and stuck his ass out again, and I thought he was going to let one more guy fuck him, but instead the guy got down on his knees and brought his face to Tom's ass. I couldn't believe this and got up off the floor to move closer for a better view. The old guy began licking all around Tom's butthole swiping up the slime with his tongue. Then he went to one mighty inner thigh and licked that up like it was ice cream. Then he went to the other inner thigh, and then worked his way back to the main target. He gently pulled Tom's buttocks apart and we all saw a swollen sphincter, pushed out like a big, ruddy rose. A large drop of white cream appeared in the center of it and I thought "that's mine" as the guy dove in and sucked it up. He continued to suck on the swollen hole, easily digging deep with his tongue into the soft, inflamed ring of membrane. He pulled away slowly, looking at the rose, and then slapped Tom on the ass. "Come on, boy!" he growled, "Give it to me!" We all watched in amazement as Tom pushed with what strength he had left in his ass and the rose blossomed even more open. Suddenly a great gout of creamy sperm spilled out of his ass, but was immediately sucked up into the old man's mouth. The old guy began moaning and frigging himself wildly, as Tom continued to grunt and feed him, shitting the hot cream directly into his mouth. With his tongue buried deep, the old guy suddenly gurgled loudly and stiffened, as his own fat prick spat out a torrent of cum against the riser of the bench. He kept his tongue buried until his orgasm had passed, then slowly dropped away from Tom's butt and sank back. All the sexual tension in the room suddenly fell away, like a general sigh of relief, and all the guys started leaving the little room. I trailed out with them and we all headed to the showers. I chuckled to myself, still dumbfounded. "Just another fucking night in Johnsonville," I thought. I have always considered my bisexuality as just a small part of my total sexuality; but after that experience, I began to change my view. I thought the whole evening had been such a total, debauched turn-on I couldn't wait to do it again. And next time, I promised myself, I wasn't going to be the shy little wall-flower. I couldn't wait for next "Basketball Night" when I could become a total slut.