Date: Tue, 14 May 2002 20:09:15 -0700
From: Zippy Queer <zippyqueer@hotmail.com>
Subject: Mad Dog on a Mission - Chapter 1

*** Mad Dog On A Mission *** Chapter 1 ***

This story is a totally imaginary fantasy about
professional basketball players.  Nothing in this story
should be taken as any indication of the actual sexual
orientation or behaviors of any of the players.

Hope you enjoy!  Comments welcome at
zippyqueer@hotmail.com.

-Zippy Queer

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Mark Madsen, second-year forward for the Los Angeles Lakers
basketball team, sat alone on a bench in the locker room,
thinking about what his coach had said to him after
practice.  Phil Jackson was a pretty wacked-out guy,
everyone seemed to agree.  Always talking about
metaphysics, spirituality, Zen--stuff that was over the
heads of most of the players.  Mark, though, really liked
listening to Phil's cerebral rants, and even engaged him in
debates from time to time.  Mark had learned to love
intellectual discussions while he was a student at Stanford
University, so he spent as much time as possible talking
with Phil, especially during long, boring road trips.

So when Phil, this wise-looking man with owl-like glasses
and a shaggy gray beard, talked to Mark about a special
assignment, he agreed right away to do whatever Phil
wanted.  But this request seemed a little weird to Mark.
Phil said he wanted Mark to take a complete personal
inventory of each of the other players on the team--asking
them a long list of questions about their lives and
feelings, plus doing a very detailed report on each
player's body, from head to toe.  The idea was that Phil
wanted to know everything he could possibly know about his
players, so that he could give the best physical-mental-
spiritual advice to each individual.  Since some of the
players might be shy about giving out all this information
directly to the coach, he thought that it would be best if
Mark, one of the most popular players and definitely the
nicest guy of the bunch, conducted the inventory.  Plus,
Mark didn't have to spend a lot of energy preparing for
games, since he almost never played, so he would have
plenty of time to focus on this mission.

Reading over the ten pages of questions that he was
supposed to ask each player, Mark had mixed emotions.  On
one hand, he really liked the idea of helping his coach,
and this project really seemed interesting.  On the other
hand, he would have to ask some questions that the players
might find embarrassing.  Even worse, the inventory called
for him to take detailed measurements of each player's
body--even the private parts.  Mark had been taught very
strict morals growing up, and he thought it would be
strange to do some of the things on the list.  But he did
like the idea of getting to know his fellow players really
well.  So, for his beloved coach, Mark decided to be bold
and give this project a try.

Phil notified the team members that Mark would be pulling
each of them aside for an hour or two for a personal
inventory.  He said that this was a mandatory thing and
that the players should cooperate with whatever Mark asked
of them.  The guys seemed to think this was OK, since they
all liked the coach and they all liked Mark.  With his
goofy grin, lively eyes, big strong farm-boy body, and
extremely upbeat personality, Mark was the target of plenty
of good-natured ribbing from his teammates.  They all liked
having this intelligent, happy, naïve young guy around.

Mark decided to start with Kobe Bryant.  On the next day
off while the team was at home in L.A., Mark went to Kobe's
house.  Kobe had gotten married recently, and he and his
wife Vanessa had a gorgeous place in the hills.  As it
happened, Vanessa, or "V" as Kobe liked to call her, was
away visiting her mother that day, so Kobe and Mark had the
place to themselves.  Grabbing beers from the fridge, Kobe
led Mark out by his swimming pool.  Since it was warm and
sunny, Kobe took off his t-shirt and sandals and lay back
on a lounge chair in just his purple gym shorts.  Mark sat
down on the chair next to him, and after some small talk,
Mark started in on the questions.

"OK, here we go, Kobe.  Question number 1:  How would you
rate your personal happiness, 1 to 10, 10 being happiest?"

Kobe quickly replied, "That's easy.  10, man.  My life's
great right now.  I'm famous, I've got a shitload of money,
I've got a phat wife, and I'm the best ball player in the
fucking universe."  He stretched his arms beyond his head
in satisfaction, showing off his muscular torso.  Mark
noted Kobe's response on the form, then went on.

"All right, Question number 2:  How close are you to
reaching your full potential as a basketball player?  1 to
10, 1 meaning you have a very long way to go, 10 meaning
you can't possibly get any better than you are now."

Kobe smiled and thought about it for a second, then said,
"I would say 7.  I'm already the best guard in the world,
probably the best player in the league, but I'm still
getting better.  I probably won't peak for another five
years."

"You're really great already," Mark said.  "It's hard to
imagine you getting much better!  OK, I'll put down a 7.
Moving on to question number 3:  How would you rate your
physical development, the overall condition of your body,
as compared to the other players in the NBA?  1 to 10, 10
being the best in the league."

Kobe pondered for a minute, then said, "I'm in pretty great
shape.  I ain't a huge muscle maniac like Shaq, but I bet I
can run as fast as anyone.  Hmmm.  Man, what do you think?"

Mark chuckled and said, "Kobe, everybody knows you're a
stud, but you have to answer these questions yourself.  So
what's it gonna be?"

"I'll say 9.  There might be a couple guys who spend more
time in the gym than I do.  But I have way more natural
skillz than any of those mother fuckers!"  He flashed Mark
his cockiest grin.

"OK," Mark went on, "The next section is about each of the
individual parts of your body.  I'll ask you how you feel
about a part of your body, then while you think of an
answer, I'll measure that part of your body with this
thing."  He held up a thin yellow tape measure.

Kobe looked a little weirded out by this.  But he knew that
this survey was important to the coach, who he respected a
lot, and he knew Mark was a harmless church-boy, so he
figured it would probably be OK.  Even so, he was a little
nervous.  "Man, Coach wants to know a lot of shit!  Tell
you what, before we do that, let's go for a quick swim."
Kobe got up from the lounge chair and headed for the diving
board at the other end of the pool.

"Um, Kobe," Mark said, "I didn't bring a swimsuit."

"No prob, man," Kobe assured him.  "Nobody can see in here
through the trees and the high fences.  We can just go
bare-ass.  V and I do it all the time."  Mark watched as
Kobe climbed up on the diving board, moved out to the very
end, turned around so his back was to Mark, and casually
dropped his shorts.  Mark noticed that Kobe wasn't wearing
underwear or a jockstrap under his shorts.  Kobe executed a
fabulous backward dive.  When he surfaced, he said,
"Whaddaya think?  My little nephew taught me that dive."

"Pretty awesome," Mark said.  Mark had peeled off his shirt
and removed his shoes and socks, but he was feeling strange
about going naked here, outdoors.  He was OK with Kobe
seeing him in the buff--they saw each other in the showers
nearly every day--but he still thought the idea was a little
strange.  He turned away from the water and slowly climbed
out of his shorts and briefs.

"Man, you're so fuckin' pale!" Kobe teased.  "You really
need to get some sun on that milky white skinny ass."

Mark knew Kobe was just trying to egg him on, but he didn't
like being called skinny.  He turned to face Kobe and said,
"Skinny?  Look who's talking!  You know I could flatten you
with my hands tied behind my back."

Kobe laughed and said, "Naw, you're just a skinny-ass
milky-white church boy."  He knew this would get Mark
really ticked off.  Sure enough, this got Mark fired up,
and he dove right into the pool to go after Kobe.  But Kobe
had a good head start and swam all the way to the end of
the pool.  Kobe climbed out, ran around the pool to grab
Mark's clothes and shoes, and threw them in the water!

"You stupid dork!" Mark yelled.  Kobe smiled at this.  Mark
was such a goody-goody that he didn't use swear words, so
his insults didn't hit their mark very hard.  Mark climbed
out of the pool and started chasing Kobe around.  On the
way, he grabbed Kobe's clothes and threw them in, too.

"You motherfucker!" Kobe yelled as he dove back into the
pool after his clothes, with Mark diving him right after
him.  Mark proved to be a very strong swimmer and caught up
with Kobe right away, grabbing him by the ankle and pulling
him backward.  Mark reached out to grab Kobe's shoulders
from behind, pulling him closer and then pushing him under
the water.  Kobe was flailing his arms underwater, having
trouble getting out of Mark's strong grip.  He tried to
grab Mark's chest, but Mark was very strong and held Kobe
far enough away.  Finally, Kobe decided he'd had enough and
gave a strong backward kick with his right foot, right up
into Mark's nuts.  Not too hard, since they were just
having fun.

Mark let out a squeal of pain and released Kobe, who came
up and caught his breath, then turned around to try to dunk
his friend.  Both guys were laughing even as they were
sputtering to get their breath.  They faced each other and
wrestled for position, each trying to dunk the other.  Most
of the contact was on the arms and shoulders, but
occasionally they bumped each other's chests, legs, and
even crotches for a second or two. After several minutes of
huffing and puffing, Kobe yelled "OK, that's enough!" and
pulled away.

"You wimp," Mark joked, playfully slapping Kobe on the
head.  "Now let's get on with that survey."  Mark climbed
out of the pool, instinctively covered his crotch with his
hands, and turned to ask Kobe where he could find a towel.
Kobe pointed toward the cabinet at the edge of the patio.
Both guys stood on the patio and dried off.  "Man, you've
got to get some bigger towels, Bryant.  These are baby
towels."  The towels were standard bath size, but they
definitely looked tiny on these big men.

When they were dried off, Mark headed back toward the pool
to get his soaked clothes.  He fished his floating clothes
and shoes out of the pool with a net, and he snagged Kobe's
stuff too.  Heading back to the house, he gave the dripping
pile of clothes to Kobe, who laid them out on the railing
to dry in the hot sun.  Turning to Mark, he said, "Well,
since you're all naked and pale, we should probably head
inside to do the rest of this survey."  Mark agreed, and
the two tiny-towel-wrapped players headed into the house,
Mark carrying his clipboard, pen, and tape measure.  Kobe
took Mark all around the giant house, finally reaching the
stairs to the basement.  The basement was Kobe's private
territory, for guys only.  Not even his wife could enter.
He didn't invite many people down to it, just his teammates
and close friends.

The basement was decorated in expensive hardwood, with a
giant Persian rug covering most of the floor, Italian
leather furniture, and a wall-size projection TV, with a
cool air-conditioned breeze all around.  Mark headed for
the sofa, but Kobe stopped him, saying, "Hey, I don't want
your pasty bare ass on my leather couch!"  Looking around,
they saw that all of the chairs and sofas in the room were
leather, so Kobe said, "Let's go in the back room.  It's a
little spare room where I crash sometimes when V is in a
bad mood."  They entered the small, dark room (painted
purple, one of the Laker colors), which had no chairs--only
a queen-size bed, a small bedside table with a lamp, a
five-foot-tall fake plant, only one window high up by the
ceiling, a small closet, and an adjoining bathroom with a
shower.  Kobe closed the bedroom door and motioned to Mark
to sit on the bed, then he headed for the toilet, leaving
the bathroom door open.  "So what's the next question,
Dog?"  Mark's nickname "Mad Dog," for his aggressive play,
had followed him from high school through college and to
the NBA.

Kobe dropped his towel and stood in front of the toilet to
piss, while Mark sat on the edge of the bed and started
back in on the survey.  "OK, the first thing on the list is
your face.  I'm supposed to measure how big your face is,
your eyes, ears, and that gigantic nose of yours.  While I
do that, you tell me how you would rate your face, 1 to 10,
10 being the best."

Kobe shook the last drops off his dick, flushed the toilet,
and walked out of the bathroom, asking, "What the fuck?
Why does Coach care about my face?"

"I have no clue, Kobe.  Let's just do it.  Get over here."
Kobe snorted, then moved in front of Mark.  "On your knees,
so I can reach," Mark commanded.  Kobe rolled his eyes and
dropped to his knees.  Mark noticed that Kobe had forgotten
to put his towel back on.  His limp cock hung in plain
sight, though nobody cared--it was only the two guys there.

As Mark ran the tape measure from Kobe's hairline down to
his chin, Kobe said, "OK, well, I think I have a world-
class face, especially the smile.  I'll say 10."  Mark got
the horizontal measurement too, then the dimension of
Kobe's eyes, nose, mouth, and ears, then he wrote the
results on his form.

"Next up:  arms.  Give me a one to 10 rating, and hold your
arms straight out to the sides."  Mark reached out to take
measurements of Kobe's upper and lower arms, both length
and circumference, and then measured his hands and fingers.
When Kobe gave his arms a rating of 10, Mark smiled at
Kobe's cockiness, but had to admit that Kobe's arms were
pretty muscular and long.

"OK, stand up, time for the torso." Kobe obliged, and Mark
took careful measurements of his friend's chest, shoulders,
and waist.  He also measured the distance from the Adam's
apple to the navel, as instructed on the form.  For his
chest, Kobe gave a rating of 10 (what a surprise).  Mark
had to agree, Kobe had a great chest.  "Are you gonna say
10 for everything, Kobe?" Mark teased.

"Could be, Dog," Kobe answered, smiling.  This stuff was
not as weird as he had thought it would be--just taking some
measurements.  He was OK with being naked with Mark.  No
big deal.  He noticed that Mark's towel had come loose and
that his big dick was hanging out, so he figured they were
on equal standing.

"Time for the glutes," Mark announced.  "Turn around."
Kobe turned around and suddenly poked his naked ass
backward, hitting Mark right in the face.  "You big idiot!"
Mark yelled while Kobe laughed hysterically.  Mark looped
the tape all the way around Kobe's body at the widest point
of his ass.  He then measured Kobe's ass from top to
bottom, saying, "I know you're going to say 10, so I'll
just write it down."  He then said, "OK, it wants me to get
an exact measurement from your asshole to the top of your
crack, so hold your cheeks apart.  Kobe just laughed and
cooperated with his friend, though it was pretty
embarrassing to open his butt up like that for somebody.

"Take a good whiff--that's premium NBA ass, man," Kobe
kidded.  Mark was pretty grossed out by the whole thing.
"OK, Doctor Dog, what do you have to examine next?  Aren't
we almost done with this shit?"

"Hang on, twerp," Mark said.  "Next up is genitals."  As
Kobe turned around, Mark gave him a mischievous grin.

"Well, man, I can tell you already, this one's not a
ten...it's a 12!" Kobe said, making Mark groan.  Even though
he was making jokes, Kobe felt a little uncomfortable now,
and he was sort of covering his dick and balls with his
hands.

"What a kidder," Mark said.  "OK, move your hands, I gotta
do this."

"Be careful, man," Kobe warned as Mark gently took Kobe's
soft dick in hand, carefully measuring from head to base,
then the girth at the base, at the middle, and at the head.

"12, my butt," Mark sneered.  "Try five and three-quarters.
Now hold up your Tiny Tim so I can measure your balls."

Kobe slapped Mark's cheek playfully and said, "The 12 only
comes when Vanessa is around.  Now get going on those
balls."  Mark finished the measurements, then wrote them
down on his form.  By this time, Kobe was feeling a little
hot, even in the air-conditioned bedroom, so he said, "Get
a move on, man."  Mark was getting hot too.  So that Mark
could measure his thighs, calves, and feet, Kobe hiked one
leg up onto the edge of the bed, then the other, his dick
and balls flailing around between his open legs.  "Ten,
ten, ten," Kobe proclaimed.  "Are we done?"

Mark shuffled his papers and said, "Just one more section.
Shouldn't take too long.  Plus, I can't leave til my
clothes are dry anyway."

Kobe responded, "Oh fuck, well, do you care if I take a
shower first?  I got chlorine in my hair, want to rinse it
out."  He headed into the bathroom.

Mark called out, "No problemo.  Hey, do you care if I take
one too?"

"Come on in," Kobe said.  "I've got two shower heads in
here.  Just like in a locker room."  Mark left his towel in
the bedroom and joined Kobe in the extra-wide glass-walled
shower stall.  Even though it was a double-size shower, it
was still pretty crowded in there with these two giants,
and there was a lot of elbow-banging and hip-bumping as
they soaped themselves up.  "So, Mad Dog, why'd ya
volunteer for this inventory shit?" Kobe asked.

As he took a squirt of his friend's expensive herbal
shampoo, Mark said, "Well, you know, the coach asked me to
do it.  I guess he thinks I'm really smart.  Or really
dumb.  Or both."  They chuckled.

"Yeah, I know what you mean," Kobe said as he reached back
to soap up his butt.  "I'd do just about anything for
Coach."

"Definitely," Mark agreed as he washed his healthy dick and
balls.  After they showered silently for a while, Mark
offered, "Need a hand with your back?"  Kobe said sure, so
Mark scrubbed up his friend's strong back, then Kobe
returned the favor.  This is not something they would
normally do in the locker room, but since it was just the
two of them, it seemed OK.

After rinsing off all the shampoo and soap, they shut off
the water and grabbed fresh towels from the wall rack.
Mark started to step out of the stall to dry off, but Kobe
grabbed his arm and said, "Stay in here, man.  I don't want
you dripping all over the carpet out there."  Drying off in
the cramped space was a challenge, but they managed it,
then headed back to the bedroom.  They didn't bother to
wrap up in towels this time.

Mark picked up his clipboard and read the instructions for
the last part of the survey.  "OK, there's a little
disclaimer here from the coach.  It says that this section
has some directions that you might consider to be strange
or uncomfortable, but you need to go along with them, since
they are absolutely necessary for the success of the
survey.  It also says I should tell you that whatever
happens here is strictly between you, me, and Phil.  Sound
all right to you?"

Kobe, now clean and refreshed, said, "Sure, whatever, man.
Tell me what to do."

Mark said, "OK, lie down."  Kobe complied, climbing onto
the center of the bed and lying on his stomach while Mark
headed over to the window to pull the purple blinds closed.
Since the light was already turned off and the walls were a
dark color, the room was now fairly dark, even though it
was the middle of the afternoon.  Kobe had stretched his
arms out to the sides and closed his eyes, relaxing.  Mark
said, "Now, the topic of this last section is sexuality.
You'll need to answer openly and honestly, since this part
is very important if coach is to be able to fully
understand you and be the most help to you."  Mark read
through the instructions some more.  "OK, it says that
while I'm asking questions, I also need to be doing certain
things to your body.  You are supposed to just relax and
answer the questions.  Sound good?"

Kobe said, "Man, whatever.  I'm fine about sex stuff.  In
fact, I'm the fucking finest!"  Mark laughed.  Truth be
told, both of them were feeling uncomfortable, but again,
anything for the coach.

"All right.  First question:  At what age did you begin
masturbating, and what was the experience like for you?"
Mark sat on his knees on the bed next to Kobe and began
massaging his shoulders, as instructed.

"Um, well, I guess I was about nine years old.  I was over
at my cousin Kevin's house.  He was, like, 14 or so, a real
cocky son of a bitch, a great ball player, and I totally
looked up to him.  Anyway, his family had a tiny apartment
so I had to share Kevin's bed, and since it was 100 degrees
or so, we were both buck naked in bed.  In the middle of
the night, I woke up and saw Kevin jacking off, though I
didn't really know what it was.  I asked what he was doing,
and he was a little embarrassed, but then he said he was
jacking off, and said I should try it.  I remember his dick
seemed gigantic compared to mine.  We didn't touch each
other or anything, but he showed me how it was done, and I
was an expert after one session."

Mark realized it would be tough to write all of that down,
so he decided to just try to remember it all and write it
in later.  He moved down to rub Kobe's low back and sides,
and said, "Cool.  OK, next question:  Have you ever made
love with a woman, and if so, when was the first time and
what was it like?"

Kobe laughed really loud, almost too loud, and said, "Of
course I've been with women.  Who do you think I am?  A
fuckin' priest?"

"I don't know, man, I'm just asking the questions on the
sheet," Mark said calmly, now massaging the sides of Kobe's
back, as the form required.  "Now, tell me about it."

Kobe was quiet for a while, then he said, "Mark, this is
totally between us, right?"

"Between us and coach," Mark said.  "And if there is
something that you don't want the coach to know, I can keep
it quiet.  We're pals."

Kobe trusted Mark, so he said, "Well, the truth is...I have
only been with one woman in my life."

"You mean, Vanessa?" Mark asked.

"No, we've never even done anything.  Isn't that the most
fucked up thing you've heard?  We're fucking married, and
we sleep in the same bed, but we haven't done anything
other than kiss.  She says she's scared about doing it.  I
don't mind, really.  I love her and all, but the truth is,
she doesn't really turn me on, and the one time we got
close, I couldn't get it up."  Kobe buried his face in the
pillow, not wanting to make eye contact with Mark.

"OK, then, who was the one woman?" Mark asked as he quietly
climbed off the bed, took Kobe's ankles in hand, and gently
pulled his legs apart, as it said to do in the
instructions.

"Well, um...well, it was this girl in high school, a
cheerleader.  We fucked one night in the back of my car.
And to tell you the truth, it was a disaster.  I hated it.
I couldn't wait to get out of there."  Kobe paused for a
while, then looked back at Mark, who had climbed back onto
the bed and was sitting cross-legged between Kobe's open
thighs.  "I can't believe I'm telling you this!  You must
think I'm the biggest fuckin' loser."

Mark smiled and said softly, "No, no.  You know, I've never
been with a woman at all.  Not even once."

"I kinda figured that," said Kobe, without any judgmental
tone in his voice.  "Because of your religion, right?"

Following the directions, Mark gently massaged Kobe's upper
thighs.  "No, that's not really it.  I mean, that's part of
it, but also, I'm really not all that turned on by most
women."

"Hmmm.  I guess we're alike in that way.  Hey, would you
mind using some lotion for that?  Your hands must have
fuckin' calluses.  There's some in the drawer in the
bathroom."  Kobe watched Mark as he walked over to get the
lotion.  As Mark came back, Kobe saw that Mark's dick
seemed to be a little bigger than before.  Mark sat back
down and applied a little lotion to Kobe's legs and ass.

"Well, let's move on.  Next question:  Have you ever been
sexually attracted to another man, and have you ever had a
sexual experience with another man?"  Mark was now working
Kobe's inner thighs, with his fingers running nearly up to
Kobe's ass.  He felt Kobe tightening up a little bit at
this embarrassing question.

In a soft voice, Kobe answered, "Well, I've never messed
around with another guy, unless you count that one time
with Kevin when I was little.  I don't know if I'm sexually
attracted to other guys..."  Kobe got very quiet, and Mark
could hear him choking up a little.

Mark leaned forward and placed his hand on Kobe's shoulder,
gently, saying, "It's OK man, you can cry, it's no big
deal.  When you're ready, tell me more."  He went back to
rubbing Kobe's thighs, then moved up to his ass cheeks,
rubbing in small circles, inching toward the crack.  Boy,
those massage instructions were pretty detailed!

After a bit, Kobe said, "The truth is, yeah, I think some
guys are sexy."

"Any guys in particular?"  Mark asked, slowly running his
index finger up and down Kobe's ass crack.

"Don't tell anybody, but I think some of the guys on the
team are pretty sexy," Kobe admitted.  "Ron Harper is
pretty nice to look at.  Rick Fox has a nice hairy chest.
And Shaq, well, he's obviously a big stud.  Have you seen
his cock?"

"Yeah," Mark said.  "Elephant trunk."  Kobe giggled.  "Any
others?"

"Well, um, yeah, one other that I can think of, but let's
go on to the next question," Kobe said.

"All right," Mark said, "What celebrities are your top
sexual fantasies?  I assume it means not counting
basketball players!"  They both laughed, though Kobe
quieted down when he felt Mark's finger poking very gently
at his asshole.

Though he was having trouble concentrating, Kobe thought
for a while and said, "Well, I like Brad Pitt.  He seems
like a cool guy, and has a pretty good body."  Kobe let out
a low groan as he felt Mark's lotioned-up finger working
its way into his ass.

"Who else?" Mark asked quietly.

"Well, there's Tiger Woods.  You know, for a skinny kid,
he's still pretty sexy looking.  I wonder what he's got
downstairs," Kobe said.

As he plunged a second finger into Kobe's ass, Mark said,
"Well you know, I happened to see Tiger once at the gym
while we were both in school at Stanford.  He's not what
you would call 'well-endowed.'"

Kobe was breathing hard at this point.  Mark's fingers had
hurt him a little at first, but now he was totally liking
it, and he felt his dick getting really hard.  "Well," Kobe
gasped, "you never saw him hard, right?  I bet it gets a
lot bigger."

Mark pulled his fingers out, causing Kobe to let out a
great sigh.  Mark said, "I bet it does.  Now, just by
coincidence, the next thing on my list is to measure you
when you are hard.  You think you can arrange that for me?"
Kobe said sure, and Mark got off the bed to find his tape
measure while Kobe flipped over, again stretching his arms
wide to the sides, legs spread, with his hard cock now in
full view.  Mark came back into the room with the tape
measure, and though it was dark, Kobe could tell that Mark
was hard too.

Mark settled back into his spot between Kobe's legs and
said, "OK, is this as big as it gets?"  Kobe called him a
motherfucker and said to just measure it.  Mark carefully
measured from the base to the tip, then the girth all along
the hard dick.  "Well, man, looks like you come up at nine
inches even in length, and pretty big around, too," Mark
said.  Keeping a hand wrapped around his friend's dick,
Mark said, "The last thing on the list is to see how far
you can shoot.  We better go in the bathroom for this one."
Mark pulled Kobe out of bed by the dick and took him over
to the entrance to the bathroom.  "Now, stay behind the
line where the carpet meets the bathroom floor, and I'll
measure how far it goes."

Kobe asked, "Mark, can you, uh, help me a little?"  Mark
grinned and stood behind Kobe, sticking his fingers back up
Kobe's butt.  Kobe groaned as his friend worked his ass for
several minutes.  Kobe had to hold onto the doorframe with
his left hand while his right whacked away on his dick.

As Kobe neared his peak, Mark held his friend close from
behind, and Kobe could feel Mark's hard dick pressing
against his low back.  When Mark reached between Kobe's
legs with his free hand to squeeze those balls, Kobe
immediately shot a huge load across the bathroom.  Mark
slowly withdrew his fingers and gave Kobe a big hug from
behind, his own erection still huge and bright red.

After a moment, Mark went for his tape measure.  "Four
feet, seven inches!" he announced.  He noted the result on
the form.  "Well, congratulations, Kobe, you've completed
the entire survey.  I'm sure the coach will learn a lot
from all the information you have provided."

"I bet he will," Kobe replied, staring into his big
friend's eyes.  "Now, uh, I feel like I should give you
something in return for all of your work."

"What do you have in mind?" Mark asked, grinning.

"Come on back into the bedroom and lie down on your back,"
Kobe told him.

Mark did so, but reminded Kobe, "You know, Kobe, I'm a
virgin, I'm not ready for anything like, um, uh, ..."
Mark's face turned red in embarrassment.

"Like, um, fucking or sucking?" Kobe suggested.

"Yeah, umm...yeah," Mark said sheepishly.

"Well," Kobe said, "I won't do none of that, so just lie
back and relax, man."

Mark said, "OK, Kobe, I trust you," then closed his eyes.
He felt Kobe climb onto the bed beside him, squirting some
of that lotion on his chest, and gently rubbing it in.
Kobe twisted Mark's nipples gently, which caused Mark's
hard dick to throb even more.  Then, Kobe moved down to the
end of the bed, pulled Mark's legs apart, and climbed in
between, just as Mark had done for him earlier.

Kobe told Mark, "I want you to pull your knees up toward
your head, and hold them up with your arms."  Mark did
this, revealing a gorgeous asshole between his huge,
muscular thighs.  Kobe went to work on Mark's hole,
applying plenty of lotion and then gently sticking the tip
of his finger inside, working it around slowly.  Mark was
in heaven, groaning and throbbing.  He had never played
with his own asshole, and he was amazed at how good it
felt!

After a while, Kobe worked a second finger into Mark.  Mark
yelled out, "Oh My God!  Oh My God!  That's incredible!"
He let one of his knees go so he could start fisting his
gigantic hard dick in time with Kobe's finger action.  Kobe
watched Mark's face and was happy he could make his friend
feel so great, just as Mark had done for him.  They each
picked up the pace until, at the peak of their frenzy,
Mark's dick exploded, with cum covering his chest, neck,
face, and hair, and even the headboard of the bed.

When he finally calmed down, Mark looked Kobe right in the
eye and said, "Thank you so much, man!  That was the most
incredible thing anyone has ever done for me!"

Kobe said, "No problem man, you did the same for me."

"But that was just for the survey!" Mark protested.

"Whatever, man, it was fun," Kobe said.  "Now, let's go get
cleaned up."  Kobe grabbed Mark's arm to help him off the
bed, and they scampered back into the bathroom.  First they
wiped up Kobe's cum trail from the floor, then they hopped
into the double wide shower.  This time around, they not
only washed each other's backs, they gave each other very
thorough asshole washes.  The ass attention gave them both
hard-ons again.  They smiled big at each other as they got
dried off, then headed back into the bedroom for another
round of NBA ass-play.

The next day before practice, Mark dropped off the
completed survey in the coach's office.  He couldn't wait
to find out which player the coach wanted him to interview
next!

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