Date: Wed, 16 Nov 2005 23:00:38 EST
From: ConFesSions0101@aol.com
Subject: Black Love on the Court:Chapter 1

@~~{~~~ Black Love on The Court~~~}~~@

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      I thought moving from the city to the suburbs would be the worst
thing in the world to do.  I mean in the city was where all my friends
were, all the parks, movie theaters, and especially the basketball courts.
At school I would hear the guys calling the suburbs the 'boon docks' and
all you did down there was fish.  I never wanted to move out there. I mean
come on, fishing? All day? Boring!

     When we arrived at our new house in the burbs, I couldn't believe my
eyes.  The neighborhood looked just as my old one.  There where parks and
tall buildings.  But what I was particularly happy to see was the
basketball court just across the street from my house!  I think I could get
used to living down here.  Kinda quiet though.

     Transferring to a new school is always hard, for most people.  As for
me, it was a breeze.  I was only a little old sophomore, but with the
confidence of a senior. Not to sound too conceited but I do believe my
looks take all the credit.  I'm about 5'8, 140, and well toned. Not too
muscular but enough play sports.  I'm caramel complected with a clear face
and hair about shoulder length that I keep in fresh corn rows.  So like I
said, fitting in was not hard.  As a matter of fact I had found a new best
friend there.  Her name is Sheriel and she knows everything there is to
know about Central.  When ever I need to know anything concerning the
school, Sheriel is who I went to.

     I had been in school for about a week when I saw the call out form for
basketball tryouts.  I went to the gym after school and shot around with
the other guys.  I felt I did pretty well.  When I went into the locker
room was when I first seen him.

"Yo wassup." he said

      His name is Steven and he looked like he had just stepped out of a
magazine.  He was a tall, about 6'1, light skinned brotha with and 6 pack
and a toned chest (I only know this because his gym locker is right next to
mine).  He had curly hair with kind of a wet look to it that made him look
like a superstar.  I found myself starring blankly at him and quickly
turned away.

"Yo man, its cool.  I get that a lot.  My name is Steven, and yo name is?"

"I'm Tyshawn, but everyone calls me Ty." I replied

"Aight man.  Well um, me and coach were watching you play out there and you
were pretty good.  But he wants me to help you out with yo jump shot, so
how about you come over today and we can work that kink out" he said as he
put his hand on my shoulder.

Jerking away, I replied "No, uh not today... I gotta babysit my little
cousin.  How about another time?"

"Aight I'll be looking out for you lil man." he replied and just then he
flashed me a million dollar smile and grabbed his gym bag and walked out.

I couldn't really put my finger on what had just happened but I kinda felt
he was just hitting on me.  But he couldn't because he's a guy and so am I.
I ran to coach and asked him what was wrong with my jump shot.

"Not a thing man!  You might be the best player I have besides Steven." he
exclaimed

"Well I thought you said I needed a little work on it" I said

"No way, you have exactly what I am looking for, as a matter of fact,
welcome to the team!" he shouted as he threw me a jersey.

     All I could do after that was thank him and leave.  Making the team
was all that was on my mind until I got home and in bed.  As I lied there,
a thousand and one questions ruminated in my head.  Why would Steven lie?
What was his point in saying I needed work on my shot? Did he think I
sucked? What was with the hand on my shoulder thing? Why did it feel right?

     That last question was all I could handle that night and I rolled over
and fell asleep.  The next morning I woke up late, and got ready for school
as quickly as I could.  I walked outside and ran to the bus stop, missing
the bus by like a second.  I was too pissed then.  I turned around and
headed back to the house when a black Grand Am stopped across the street
from met.  That's when I heard him.

"Ty over here dog, I'll take you to school fam."

"Thanks Steve, I was gonna have to ask my pops for a ride, and that's
something I really didn't want to do" I said as I got into the car.

"No problem lil man, it would be my pleasure to take you to school" he said
with that smile of his.

"I'm flattered" I playfully replied

     On the way to school I learned that Steve was a senior and the star of
most of the sports teams at Central.  He was an honor student and senior
class president as well.

"Yo girl must be proud of you huh?"  I inquired

"You could say that, if I had a girl" he replied with a frown

"What? An all star guy like you, wit no girl on the side? That's not how
its supposed to work" I said.

"Well I like to put my own spin on the game" he said as he winked his eye.

     By this time we were at school, and we got out of the car.  As soon as
I stepped into the building, Sheriel grabbed me and pulled me towards some
group of girls before I could even say by to Steve.  As I turned to look at
him he just smiled and shook his head.

     Later, before 4th period, I saw Steve over by the vending machine and
I and I walked over to speak to him.

"Wassup Steve, I was just thinking maybe we could chill at your house and
hoop after school today" I said

"Yeah, I was wondering when you were gonna ask me.  I felt kinda rejected
yesterday." he said, frowning

"My bad....I just really had something to do yesterday, but I got you today
though" I replied

"Okay come over at around 5:00.  I should be done by then" he murmered.

"Done with what?" I asked

"Nothing, never mind.  Here's my address. And don't forget at five ok?" he
replied with haste.

"Okay" I said

     Just them the bell rang and we both ran to our classes.  When I got
there, I saw two guys who also tried out for the team.  We discussed some
of the other guys who were there and who made the cut.  Then his name came
up.

"Steve made it too." Evan said

"Duh he made it retard, he's only the prince of all sports." Brandon shot
back

"But him making it, is that a good thing or a bad thing?"said Evan

"Both." Brandon replied.

     Then they both broke out into a laugh.  I asked them what was so
funny, but them the teacher directed us to take our seats and we never
talked about it again as the class went on.  After school I went straight
home to get some of ballin gear and a ball.  I looked at the clock which
read 4:17 and then at the address.  I figured I'd leave now so that I would
be on time to Steven's house.  Well I hadn't anticipated on Steve's house
being only around the corner from mine.  His house was the biggest one off
the whole block and it was big and blue.  Kinda dumb looking if you asked
me.

     As I approached the door it was like 4:30.  I thought Steven would
mind me being a little early.  Before I could knock I heard shouting from
within the house.  Me being nosey, I place my ear up against the door to
hear what all the commotion was.

"I'm fucking tired of this Steve.  Everyday it gets worse and worse. And
who the fuck its Ty?" I heard a guys voice yell

"Nobody" Steve retaliated.

"Well if you got something to say then you have to say it now because I'm
tired of you beating around the bush and avoiding me all the time." the guy
said.

"Well. . . .um. . . .you see. . ." Steve stuttered

"No I don't see so show me" the guy insisted

"Its....." Steve said

"Its what?! Is it that you don't like me anymore. Is it something I said?
Something I did? Are you straight now? Is it that nigga named Ty?  What is
it?!

     Wow?! Did I hear that right? Steven, gay?  No it couldn't be.  Then
the door was forcefully opened and resulted with me falling on the floor.
The guy just stepped over me and marched to his Escalade and drove off.
Steve helped me up.  He looked like he had been crying.  We sat on the
couch together.

"How much did you hear?" he asked frantically

"Enough" I replied

"Damn that means you know huh? You know all about me being. . . . gay?"  I
nodded

"Shit! Please don't tell anybody, I'll do whatever you want, just don't let
anyone know.  You can leave right now and I won't ever talk to you again
dog if promise you won't say anything." he said as he began to cry again.

     I placed my hand on his knee and grabbed his shoulder in desperate
attempt to calm him down.  It wasn't working so I grabbed his face and laid
a passionate kiss upon his lips.  When I pulled away an utter look of
confusion was drawn across his face as well as mine

"You don't have to do this Ty, I can accept the fact that your not gay." he
said

"I may not be gay, but seeing you sad is worse than being considered a
faggot." I replied

     And then I kissed him again, harder than before, caressing his face
and his curly locks as well.  He gave in and grabbed me with his strong
arms and pulled me on top of him.  As we were kissing I could feel his dick
growing in his jogging pants. His dick pressed up against my ass felt so
right.  Then I noticed how my cock began to rise as well.  Steve noticed
this and picked me up and carried me to his room.  There, he laid me out on
his bed and whispered "your mine" in my ear.  Then he gently undress me,
licking and sucking on my nipples as I played with the rock in his pants.
He licked my body until I was completely wet from his tongue and the sweat
from the action.  He climbed on top and removed his shirt as I took of his
pants.  He wasn't wearing any boxers and that turned me on even more.
That's when I flipped him over and went to work on his 9 in shaft, slowly
licking it up and down.  He reached over and grabbed my dick and shoved it
in his hungry mouth.  The warmth of his mouth sent shivers up my dick and
made me moan wit his dick in my mouth, which made Steven shudder. We sucked
and sucked and our pace grew faster.  Our bodies were covered in sweat as
we were lost in the lust for each other.  I felt Stevens dick begin to
pulsate and the moaned as ropes of long white cum went spilling down my
throat.  That moan sent me over the edge as I did the same to Steven.

     Afterwards, we just laid there, atop of each other, exhausted

"Hey Steve, does this make me"

"Don't even say it" he said, cutting me off.  "It's best we just take it
slowly, one step at a time.  I don't wanna mess anything up wit you baby
boy.

"Yeah, same here"


That's all for now studs.  Hit me up and tell me how ya like it because if
I get no replies, there will be no more chapters to the story.
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