Date: Tue, 03 Feb 1998 19:51:56 -0500
From: Anfernee Williamson <wildstyle@iname.com>
Subject: One on One with Iverson

This file depicts sexual acts between guys. If that shit
turns you off, or you find it offensive, then how did you
turn up here?!

The characters in this story might not be using jimmies, but
they aint real. You are. Practice safe sex.

Questions, comments, ideas more than welcome at
"wildstyle@iname.com". Keep it real.

Anfernee Williamson of da Undaground Click.
(c) 3 February, 1998

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ONE ON ONE WITH IVERSON
another Wildstyle tip


Damn! It was as hot as it gets. And Bradford in the summer
is more like hell on a hot day. You know, those sort of days
where your sweating it up like rain even in the shade? Yeah,
well when most bruddahs with half a brain were chillin'
somewhere, literally if possible, I was out in the sun.

Weekends like that I usually got up around sunset and headed
way out. It was about a 1 1/2 hour bike ride out of the
city. Sure, it was a hard ride, but I enjoyed the ride, and
it helped keep me in shape. Where I was heading was half the
thing. It was a practically deserted area of Bradfords
industry sector, overlooking the sound.

I pulled up that morning one the main road. The place looks
like a shot out of some western, or some war movie, where
the whole place is just empty and busted up. The road was a
little rough, but I knew the best way to where I wanted to
go. Id been here enough times. By the time I reached the
place, the suns heat was already making itself felt, my red
basketball jersey clinging to my long body.

Riding right up to the chain link fence, I swung off my bike
and lay it down. Welcome to my own private place. It was
something I knew would never change, and it looked exactly
the same as when I had left it last weekend. A well worn old
basketball court right on the far side of this deserted
place.

The gate in the tall fence creaked loudly as I pushed my way
through it, and stepped onto the rough concrete court. It
was a full sized court, with a perfect view of the sound. At
the far end of it the huge hulk of yet another abandoned
building, that sorta looked like a gym of some sort.

The court itself was still dope. When I had first discovered
the place months ago, Id had to clear some junk off it. And
one of the hoops were badly bent down, like someone with
more weight than Shaq had tried to dunk on it. But the other
one was fine, and I only played half court anyway. I dumped
my heavy pack down at the foot of the basket and looked out
over the sound.

I stretched a bit, catching what little cool breeze was
blowing up from the sound. I knew it was only going to get
hotter from here on in. I tugged my jersey completely out of
my black Razorbacks shorts, and readjusted them and my
boxers to try and get a little more comfortable. I was
wearing my own gameshorts, from my college team, but was
sporting Iversons red 76ers jersey, with his number 3 on
front and back. Yeah. I'm a bit of a fan of his. A big fan
accually.

After a bit longer, I unpacked my stuff from my pack, and
retrieved my basketball where I hid it every weekend. Under
the pile of rubbish and bits Id moved to one side of the
court. I started my quiet practice with a bit of dribbling
and shooting a few wild hoops.

I spose I take my game seriously. That's probably half the
reason I ended up here every weekend. I knew one thing that
you needed to make it to the big game. That was plenty of
practice. Mindless, boring, repetitive shooting. Being able
to hit the shot from anywhere. Out here where no one could
bother me, I sunk shot after boring shot, with my mind and
dreams on one day maybe making it beyond college.

I played point guard for the Razorbacks. At 22, Id been
playing for them there a while. Just over six foot by a few
inches, and 180 pounds I joined the ranks of statistics of
the average point guard. But I worked out plenty, and kept
my mind on the game, and my speed up.

I had no idea how long Id been shooting hoops. It was
getting hot, real hot. My muscular body was starting to
really show the heat too. I could feel it in my jersey, and
down the back of my butt where I was really starting to
sweat bad. I grabbed back my ball after one shoot, and ran
my hand over my bald head. Damn! What time was it?

I dropped the ball and got my bottle of water from my pack,
squirting a long stream of it into my mouth. A good amount
of it splashed from my mouth, and ran down my chest. The
coolness felt good as it ran cold fingers down my chest and
stomach. It wasn't exactly the coldest water, but it was
refreshing.

Wrapping a black bandanna around my bald dome to protect it
from the sun, I returned to my hoops, practicing some
between the leg shots. It was a little while after that that
I heard the sound of a car. I heard it easily, there was
practically no sound around here otherwise. I slowed my
practice as I heard the vehicle get closer, and then finally
round the corner, coming into view.

It was a black jeep, with a single guy in it, driving. I put
the ball under one arm and checked the newcomer out as he
passed by. I noticed he saw me, slowing up, and stopping
just up from where I had dropped my bike. The silence
returned as he cut the engine, and opened the door, stepping
out.

"Sup?" the guy called out. I started walking over to greet
him, not knowing what to expect.

"Wuddup?" I called back. The guy pushed the gate open. It
screeched loud as usual.

I looked the guy over. I knew I had seen him from somewhere.
He was just a bit shorter than me, probably about the same
build too. He was wearing some real long black sports label
shorts, and matching white singlet that hung off his well
developed black body. Man, this guy had nice arms! Not to
mention those shoulders. He had to be a baller. The breeze
caught his singlet, and pulled it a little back from a
tight, muscular body.

I looked his face over, handsome, but made more memorable by
his hair; tight, tidy black cornrows cutting back over his
head, giving him a slick, smooth, well kept look. He strode
over to join me, and extended a hand back to slap me with a
handshake just as I realised who the hell he WAS!

"Allen man."

"Yeah I know...shit, um...Justin." I managed, feeling that
hot handshake. I was more than lost for words.

"I was just passing through this way. Guy back in town said
it was a quiet drive out this way."

"Yeah, sure is."

"Saw you up in here...shooting some hoops?" Yeah, like that
was obvious enough. I was still coming to my senses.

"Iverson right?" The muscular guy gave me strange look.

"Yeah. Allen Iverson. You know who I am right?"

"Hell yeah! I just mean...what the hell you doing out
here?!" Allen cracked a slight grin.

"I'm in Bradford a few days on business. I wanted to get
some time alone. Damn, I was worrying about you bro. Up in
here wearing my jersey and all." he tugged at my red jersey
a bit, and I shrugged off his words with my own wide grin.

"Its just it aint often I see ANYONE out here. Certainly not
Allen IVERSON."

"Believe it boy," he grinned, hooking the ball out from
under my arm. "Like how I'm gonna dunk on your stoopid ass.
Get yourself on this court!"

"Yeah, whatever." I couldn't believe I was coping an
attitude on Iverson. Damn, I couldn't believe I had the
CHANCE.

We played a little one on one then, taking things easy. I
think he was probably testing my abilities. I was doing the
same to him, even though I knew he was probably at least 10
times better. He stepped past me for an easy layup. I got
the feeling he was taking it easy on me.

"You got some skills there boy." Allen commented, as he
chest passed the ball to me. I stepped back to half court,
and started a slow dribble.

"Thanks. I still got a bit of work to do on my offence I
think." I feigned left and hit right with a sudden burst of
speed, but Allen's hand stole the ball straight out from my
hands.

"Yeah, that shows." his face split in a grin, and I knew not
to take it personal. "Here. You gotta ride the defenders
body in close. But don't charge em. Like this."

Allen flew at me in a blur, turning his back to me and
pushing hard at me as he forced me to back up. I stood my
ground, and in an instant he leaned harder and slipped to my
right, giving me a hard push with his butt that almost took
me off my feet. I stumbled as he flew past me. Nothing but
net.

"See. Now try dat shit with me." Iverson tossed the ball
back my way and we walked slowly back to half court.

We kept up the pace of our game pretty high from there on
in, and things started getting rough on both defence and
offence. I started to really feel the contact, smell
Iversons sweat, feel his burning hot skin against mine as he
played me hard one on one. Soon, the muscular guard was
sweating just as bad as me, practically dripping with sweat.

"Damn and you even bother play in this heat?" he asked.
Allen pulled off his now sweat soaked singlet, and my cock
leapt. I drank in eyeful after eyeful of that half naked,
TIGHT black body as he tucked the singlet into his shorts.
Damn, I felt like a man in a desert, and Iverson was a lake.
I couldn't take my eyes off him, every smooth curve running
with sweat.

"Cmon." Iverson spread himself low, tugging a little at the
ends of his shorts, preparing to defend my drive again.

My game went completely downhill from there on. I couldn't
tear my eyes off his broad chest, his muscular shoulders.
Those long, hard arms, his whole body built up to that
athletic high that made him such a good basketballer. All
that and every inch of his black body running with sweat
like he'd just run under a garden hose. Small drips of sweat
ran his smooth, muscular curves as he stood, chest heaving
as he caught his breath.

"You play pretty good. Not all of this is me going easy on
you boy." Iverson said. I managed a smile, feeling near
exhausted, and uncomfortably hot in my jersey.

We stayed silent for a long time. Just playing our games. My
eyes started roaming his body, my mind less and less on the
game and more and more on Allen Iversons hella phine, sweat
glistening muscles. I peeped his size on several occasions,
the material of his black shorts clinging to his sweaty
tights, and that tight, phine ass. He didn't look half bad
between the legs.

Our game slowed almost to a walk, as time went on. I started
to noticed Allen's manner become easier and easier, a grin
coming to his face more often than not as I leapt at an easy
steal, or he missed a hoop way off. Our game stayed close,
our bodies pressing hard against each others. My penis had
been half arrosed ever since his singlet had come off.
Having Iversons ass grind against it on a close defence, or
feeling his sweating body press against my arm on a pass
stirred it more.

"Hey, damn bro, you burning me up just looking at you like
that," he said on one play, finally breaking the silence.
"Take that singlet off man!"

I flushed a little. Yeah, Iverson telling me to take my
shirt off. I obliged him instantly, stripping the soaked
game jersey up off my body. Damn, the air felt as good as
Allen's half naked body looked. I watched him get something
from his jeep, as I threw the jersey over with my stuff.

"Yeah...like DAT." Iversons face was split in a grin. Man, I
could feel his eyes stroking up and down my body as badly as
I had given attention to his. For some reason I didn't
interpret that as him checking me out. He tossed me a can.
We both opened our cans and drunk heavily before returning
to our game.

The extra fluids didn't do much more for our game as we
quickly picked up our exhausted plays where we left off. I
couldn't believe we WERE still shooting hoops in this heat,
but if I had had half my senses I would have noticed it was
quickly becoming something else. I was feeling a whole new
range of feelings as Iversons half naked muscles pressed
against my now bare chest. I smelt the sweat, and felt the
heat of his body.

At one point I moved back against him in a drive for the
hoop. I lost my footing slightly in my tired state, falling
back into Iversons sweaty, muscular arms. My cock
practically went stiff as his hands slipped around me onto
my sweat drenched chest in an effort to steady me.

"Hey...careful bro." he said, his voice low. I didn't move.
Neither did the muscular basketballer holding me against his
sweat slicked body. I felt a sudden, obvious throbbing
against my ass, the unmistakable bulge of his aroused member
pressed against me.

After several long moments we broke, and turned, both
grinning ear to ear. I saw the hard bulge in his loose black
shorts, the blunt, large outline of his impressive cock
under the material. A broad grin cracked his sweaty face,
and I lowered my gaze slightly, sporting my own hard on.
Iverson tugged at his own shorts, trying to loosen himself
up a little.

Our game didn't last much longer. We exchanged more glances
and flirtaous smiles than basketball plays. Neither of our
groins seemed to lose much size, as we all but gave up on
the game and headed to the sidelines. We stared each other
over, smiling broadly as Iverson tugged at his shorts again.

"Hey, so what's that place up in there?" he asked, nodding
over at the abandoned building at the end of the court. I
shrugged.

"I dunno. I spose its a gym, Ive never been in there."

"You think they would have showers or something?" I shrugged
again.

"I spose if its a gym." Iverson was already on his feet,
heading over to the door. I followed, my eyes pinned to that
ass, those long, hard thighs and calves.

Iverson tested the door a bit, banging on it hard when it
didn't open. He glanced either way along the building before
heading off around one side, through a gaping hole in the
link fence. I followed closely, hearing a word of triumph
from the basketballer as we came apon a side building with a
windowed door.

"You think anyone will notice?" Allen asked with a grin,
pointing at the door.

"Nah." I felt a thrill, like a troublemaking kid, breaking
into an abandoned building. Iverson was bringing out more in
me than just horny feelings. I watched silently as that
muscled baller picked up a brick and broke one of the
windows to get at the inside handle. He pushed the door
open, and nodded me through.

It felt cooler inside, and by the looks of the place it was
a gym of some sorts. We entered into an area that looked
like the main gym area, which had been turned into a storage
area for parts of mechanical equipment. I felt Iversons hand
on my shoulder, my cock stirring again in my shorts. He
headed off to a door to one side.

Yup, sure enough, just like he had thought, it was a small
locker room. And at one end, a large tiled shower area. The
place was dusty and deserted from years of misuse, but that
didn't seem to deter Iverson as he headed to the
showerheads. He worked the taps, moving aside as the line of
heads suddenly let out a broad spray of water. Iverson
smiled back at me.

"So wuddup? Feel like taking a shower?"

He already knew the answer to that, and so did I. The
question felt like it carried far more than just a simple
shower, by the low tone in his voice. We stood there
silently, still panting a little from our game, the brief
rays of light in the dark locker room catching the sweat
still on our hard black bodies. My cock throbbed up
completely as Iverson slipped out of his long shorts and
kicked them aside. He turned to enter the showers and I
cussed silently, my eyes running miles over his naked back
and ass.

I joined him quickly. I don't remember doing it but I must
have taken my shorts off because I was naked when I joined
him under the water. The initial shock of the cool water
against my body shocked me to my senses, refreshing me and
stripping away the fatigue and sweat from my muscles. But as
I looked Iverson over, the muscular baller standing right
next to me, I realised it did nothing to cool the heat I was
feeling else where.

You lust over a guy when hes got his clothes on, nothing
describes what you feel seeing him stripped down in front of
you. It was like I suddenly saw a whole new side of Iverson,
like the picture was complete. Like it WAS. Id felt those
feelings before, having got with other guys before, but the
feelings were ten times more intense. This was Allen
Iverson! Rookie of the year, pro basketballer at 22. All
that and more.

And a whole lot more. My eyes ran up and down Allen's naked
form. Damn he was phine! My eyes inevitably dropped straight
to his naked groin. Oh yeah! There was that size. He was
half hard, and already big. It wasn't out of keeping with
his muscular body, but it was nicely large, hanging from a
thick patch of tight black hair. His balls were just as
good, big and hanging amply. Iverson was uncut, his head
big, making me wonder what sort of size he pulled when this
meaty thing was completely up.

Iverson was noticing my attention to his genitals, giving a
wide grin. He passed over a bar of soap he'd picked up from
somewhere while my eyes had been otherwise occupied. I took
it and started rubbing myself down quickly, still looking
over Iverson as he checked me out with the same thorough
eye.

My eyes wandered Allen's muscular body as I became
accustomed to his exposed cock. The rest of him was just as
beautiful. Lean, black, smooth muscles, all tight and used
to the rigours of high impact basketball. I eyed those
tight, muscled shoulders and long, curving biceps. My gaze
followed those flowing, graceful curves, his dark skin
smooth, holding a strong, athletic power.

I hardly noticed the attention Iverson was giving me until I
looked up into his dark eyes. I could see his gaze locked on
my cock, which was already stiff to its pounding limits. I
stood erect and unashamed before him, realising he was
approaching the same state, a quickly swelling, thick 7
inches. My own 7 was throbbing with the same beat that
pounded like a bass drum in my chest.

We silently past the soap between us, taking turns to soap
and rinse. At one point Iverson soaped his hard cock and
nuts roughly, leaving me just standing and watching on
silently. He hit me again with that same old easy smile as
he rinsed himself off in a motion that saw his hand run the
full length of his thickness.

"Turn around," he said, almost in a husky whisper. "Ill soap
your back up."

I did, regretting slightly that I wasn't able to give him
the same visual attention I was enjoying. Feeling his strong
hand on my shoulder, the other rubbing long, easy strokes of
soap down my body more than made up for that. My whole body
quivered as his spare hand rubbed gentle strokes across my
back, washing away soap. His hands felt so strong and good
against my bare skin, melting my muscles as I found my hand
slip to my rigid cock.

Iverson took his time, more than likely taking in the views
too, soaping my sides and long thighs before telling me to
turn around. I'm sure Allen had never seen a look more drunk
than that in my eyes as I turned to face him. I saw the same
dreaming, lust filled look in his eyes as he pushed me
gently against the cold, tiled wall of the shower and
started soaping my front.

I left my hardon alone, and stared at Iversons muscled body
as he soaped my chest. The water splashed off his shoulder,
showering us both in the coolness. His hand rubbed easy
strokes across my shoulders and chest as he stared me over
again and again. I couldn't help notice the heavy erection
blazing up in his lap, bobbing forward slightly under its
meaty weight. It was hard to its fullest, its ample shaft
wormed with a number of thick veins.

Iverson gently soaped around my own hardon, avoiding
touching it to soap my thighs. Impossibly, nothing
physically sexual had happened between us to that point. I
was nearing climax with his hands all over my dark body,
staring at his, every muscled groove running with water. I
heard Allen cuss as the soap slipped out of his strong hand.

"Hey, can you get that?"

I grinned, thinking how corny that seemed. Even more so when
I turned around to pick it up and purposely bent over to get
it rather than squatting. I felt Iverson hand against the
center of my back in a second, holding me down with a steady
pressure.

"Put your hands against there, man." my heart was pounding
impossibly hard. I felt Iversons other hand slip onto my
ass. "I think this what we both want."

I put my hands against the wall, feeling Iverson spreading
my legs a little. Oh yeah, I knew what this was all about.
And yeah, I wanted it bad, and if he wanted it even half as
bad my dreams were about to me made. My whole body was still
quivering as his strong fingers slipped between my ass
cheeks, his other hand still on my back. Fuck! I was about
to get screwed by Allen Iverson! I still couldn't get it out
of my head as he started playing with my ass. The best young
baller in the league and one damn phine bruddah.

I felt the heavy stream of cold water pounding down on my
back as Iversons fingers began pushing and rubbing at my
asshole. After a brief bit of heavy pleasure, his fingers
started breaking my hole, one strong finger probing in
deeper as my ass gave in to his rubbing. I sucked in a tight
breath, feeling his finger push roughly into soft places
deep inside my ass. I pushed back against it, horny for more
of his attention there like that.

Iversons spare hand continued rubbing gently at my back,
relaxing me to the inevitable as his other probed and pushed
and played deep up my anal passage. Already I was panting
heavily, my hard on throbbing to new heights of hardness. I
tried desperately to relax, so I could loosen up there
quicker. I started to rock slightly as Iverson began to
finger fuck me roughly, making me open my eyes wide on the
tiled wall in front of me.

"You got that soap?" he asked. I grabbed it up and passed it
back to him quickly, his finger still lodged deeply inside
me. I felt it slip out quickly, and I waited silently as he
started soaping up his big member.

A moment more and I felt Iversons big head pressing against
my ass. I steadied myself as he used one hand to spread my
cheeks roughly, the other guiding his shaft to rest against
my asshole. I prepared myself silently, intimidated slightly
by the size I felt at my entrance. As Iverson strong hand
slipped onto my thigh and a steady pressure build against my
asshole, I knew it was too late for thoughts like that. I
wouldn't have wanted to be anywhere else on the face of the
earth right now.

I let out a tight gasp as Iverson increased the pressure
against my ass. I felt that initial panic, my eyes widening,
my mind screaming to me the impossibility of something that
size going up there. I squirmed, shouting out loud as the
pain increased and then suddenly something gave, his head
bursting past my tight ring of muscle. My ass clamped
suddenly and strongly on the intruder, and I heard a grunt
from Allen behind.

"Relax!" I heard him gasp. "Make like your shittin'."

I tried to follow his advise, my ass desperately trying to
pass this ballers huge, thick turd as it eased slowly into
my ass. In my lust filled state I pushed back against his
advance, trying again and again to relax as Iversons thick
cock intruded deeper into my hot interior. I let out a long,
silent gasp as I felt inch after inch of that thing pass up
into me. Every thick vein on its stiff, rock hard surface
wormed against my ring, causing an ecstatic blend of
pleasure and pain.

Ignoring my grunts of pain, Iverson fucked hard against my
hips, drive after drive hitting a flash of pain through my
body. I was feeling things ten times stronger, my ass on
fire, like every part of my body was concentrating on that
tight, gripping ring of muscle. Between his almost violent
shoves, and my constant pressure backwards, it was only a
matter of moments before his strong hips pressed against my
cheeks. I felt a strong, dull pain in my ass. I could feel
the basketballers huge presence in my anus, but the width my
spincter had stretched to blinded me to where his head had
pressed up inside me.

I practically fell forward, and would have done so if it
wasn't for Iversons strong hand grabbing under me, steadying
my body. He pulled me up against him, both of us standing,
his cock lodged to the hilt in me, my back pressed against
his strong muscles. Allen's spare hand wrapped gently around
my aching cock as his arm wrapped up around me. My hands
moved to me with his, one on his left, the other on his
right, as we stood in an embrace, my ass slowly, very slowly
becoming used to his thick penis penetrating me there.

"Damn you tight." he commented. I could tell he was
grinning. His chest rose and fell against my back, my own
chest moving just as steadily. He moved us better into the
stream of water, my ass clamping hard as it felt even the
slightest movement against it.

Iverson waited the several long minutes it took for my ass
to adjust, taking his time, moving slightly in me when my
ass would allow it to stay hard. In the time, he began
stroking my stiff organ which was already far too close to
the brink. Pressed hard against this muscled baller, I was
already in heaven. His hard entrance and having him wrap
himself around me, both body and cock had pushed me almost
completely to climax.

Slowly Iverson began stroking the painfully tight skin of my
cock, jacking me off as best he could with his fist. He sped
himself slightly as he detected my change, heard my breath
quicken. My first shot splashed against the tiled wall a
distance in front of us, my ass quivering, and tightening
rhythmically as Allen's strong fist milked me of every drip
of cum.

Then, as my erection died off, the muscular 22 year old
began grinding against me in a motion that drove me back to
my hardness. My ass protested the intrusion again, my ring
registering pleasure as Iverson shifted slightly in me,
building himself slowly into longer and harder fucks. I
began experiencing that heavily veined, large black dick
again and again in a whole new light.

I quickly joining Iversons hard grunts as we both worked
rhythmically in the motions of sex. I leaned away from him
slightly, spreading my legs, putting a hand against the wall
of the shower to steady myself. Completely forgetting my
dick, Iverson quickly put his hands on my shoulder and side,
as he began driving himself in movements that soon dragged
the whole length of his huge shaft in and out of my burning
ring. Both our dark, muscular bodies moved in unison as we
both fucked against each other, our bodies speeding, heaving
in the efforts that spread warmth and pleasure back across
both of us.

Before long Iverson took over most the power and movement,
screwing me with a strength I could barely believe, no doubt
fuelled by lust and his rising arousal. My whole body ceased
to exist beyond that huge, driving presence in my ass. The
rest of my body shut off to the world as my mind only felt
that huge, veined shaft powering me towards highs beyond
imagination. I felt Iversons hands clawing my body where
they gripped, heard his loud grunts turn to shouts, soon my
whole world beginning and ending at that throbbing,
pistoning 7 inches of muscle. FUCK! Whoever named in Rookie
of the Year obviously hadn't felt THIS shit!! Iverson was
ALL pro.

My eyes widened as I heard Iverson let out the loudest
"FUCK!" I had ever heard, his cock taking on impossible new
dimensions for a sudden second. I suddenly realised my face
was pressed hard against the wall of the shower, my whole
body slipping against it with each hard, stunning fuck. I
stood almost on the tips of my toes as I felt my ass explode
in a sudden hot wetness. It soothed my hurt, soft insides
and burned them with its heat as I felt that huge presence
push straight back up in me one last time.

Iverson was practically a mute after the noise he had put me
through during the sex. I felt that huge cock finally clear
my ass, the long passage out giving me a long, blinding
pleasure that left me gasping again. I heard Allen's rough
panting somehow over my own, as I felt the sudden urge to
shit bad. I turned my back against the shower wall and
slipped down to sit just under the water spraying down onto
the tiled floor. Iverson joined me at my side, slowly
cleaning his big dick of whatever it had collected from my
ass.

"That shit was good." Iverson commented with a grin.

"Yeah, sure was." I was panting bad, but still euphoric from
the sex. We sat there without saying a word for a long
while, both sounding like we had just come off the court
after overtime.

I was the first to make a move, suddenly unable to contain
my want to crap. I walked quickly over to the stalls and let
loose, taking my time. The act soothed my throbbing, still
sore ass, and before long I was at left feeling a little
more refreshed. I went back to the showers to wash off my
ass, not finding or expecting any toilet paper. Iverson was
already out, sitting on the benches. I noticed he was
wearing my red Razorbacks shorts. They fitted him very well.

"Man, I gotta get you back to the hotel before I start
catching feelings again for that ass of yours," Iverson
noted with his usual grin. I smiled as I gave myself a final
washdown and shut the showers off. "No ones expecting me
back. Plus, I got the night off. So we wont get disturbed.
Be better than fucking here. Plus I could use some food
about now."

I walked over to him and grabbed up his shorts. I noticed
he'd put on my boxers too. Not waiting to dry off, and with
a rising hard on at the prospects of putting on Iversons
boxers and shorts, I did so. They felt good, and fitted just
as well as he fit mine.

"That's if you wanna..." he said. His tone sounded like he
was considering the whole thing had been some sort of
mistake. I quickly put that to rest.

"Damn man, yeah. I want that bad. More than you know."

We got my stuff into his jeep in record time, dumping my
bike and pack into the back. I grabbed up my own jersey and
pulled it on as we climbed into the vehicle. I was sort of
hoping Iverson wouldn't put his shirt back on, and I got
lucky. The trip back was a long conversation about his game,
and how he got to be in Bradford, and other average personal
talk. And me staring at that tight, muscled black body with
a new, rising lust. I noticed the groin of his shorts were
tented slightly most the way back.

We got up to the room of his hotel about mid afternoon. He
asked if I felt like another shower, but the air
conditioning in his room was more than enough to take the
heat off my body. He told me to wait up a second, coming
back out of his room dressed in a pair of baggy black sports
pants and a white singlet that was way too large for him,
leaving his muscular form more than exposed. He held up two
76ers uniforms; one red, one white.

"Which one you want? We about the same size, plus I thought
you might like the souvenir or something. You could use a
clean change too."

I told him the red, and he tossed it over to me, putting the
other away. I quickly slipped into the uniform, tossing him
back his shorts but leaving on his boxers. The uniform felt
good. Dry and clean, letting the air get to my body well. I
came back into the room tucking the jersey into the long
shorts, looking up to catch his smile and gaze.

"What?" I asked, almost feeling self conscious.

"Nothing," Iverson said at first. "I was just noticing. You
sorta look like a cuter Nick Van Exel. Cept you a bit more
babyfaced. DEFINITELY cuter. Better ass too."

I took it as a compliment, grinning. I suddenly wondered
something, asking. "Have you two.....you know...."

"Fucked?" Allen finished, unashamed. "No. I hear that
brother Kobes down though. Wouldn't mind getting me a piece
of THAT."

"What? Kobes gay?"

"I dunno. I hear on the d low that hes messed with brothers
though. That don't make you gay though. Heap of brothers
tried that stuff."

I suddenly wondered if HE was gay, but didn't ask. "Do you
know of anyone else?" I asked, interested.

"I KNOW Kemps down cause I got with him." Iverson admitted.
"DAMN he was good. We screwed after a game once. Hes hung
man. I mean big." I listened quietly to him. "Chris Webber.
We messed around a lot. Used to go back to his place on off
seasons. And you KNOW why Garnett and Marbury are all that
close." He smiled. "I know cause I been in between them one
night. Stephon like a typical southern guy, strong an rough
an goes for hours."

Allen walked over to the drinks refrigerator and tossed me
can of something. I opened it as he kept talking. "So who
would you be down with if you could get with anyone on the
NBA?"

"What? Beyond YOU?" I grinned.

"Yeah. Other than me." He smiled it off.

"Hill?" I ventured. He blanched.

"Cmon! Everyone wanna screw Grant. Him and Robinson." he
took a deep swallow of his can. "Cmon. Think about it. Who
would you screw?"

I gave the matter serious thought. But come on, there are so
many players in the NBA, its hard to play favourites. "I
dunno. Stackhouse. Maybe Glen Robinson."

Iverson smiled. "Yeah, well you KNOW we got Stackhouse."

"Is HE gay?"

The muscular basketballer shrugged. "I dunno. I never really
wanted to mess with him. Maybe Ill find out for you." I
didn't know if he was serious, or just saying it. Either
way...

That was about as much as we talked about things when it
came to gay guys in the NBA, or at least guys who messed
around. I was hella interested, but to him it was just old
news. The only other stars he outed was in saying that he
had once messed around with Emmitt Smith and Mike Irvin one
night at a Cowboys party in Dallas.

The rest of the afternoon went by quick. We ended up eating
an early dinner and catching a bit of cable. It wasn't much
longer though that Iverson was moving things back to where
we both wanted things to end up. Both of us sitting on the
couch of his room, he took my hand and gently slid it onto
his thigh as we watched the television. I didn't need much
more of a hint.

I began slowly stroking and rubbing his strong thigh,
feeling the warm, loose material of his gamepants, and the
hard muscle below. His attention was soon well off the TV as
he spread his legs wider and let me move my hand up over his
already swelling groin. I took my chance to get closer and
put my other hand on the side of his tight, muscular body,
lowering my head to one of his dark nipples, uninhibited by
his loose singlet that hung from his hard shoulders.

I heard Allen's quiet moans as I started to lick and kiss at
his beautiful chest. I could tell he was really enjoying
that much, his hand closely tightly over mine at his groin,
encouraging my squeezing. His other began pushing my lips
further down that athletic body towards his abs. I was more
than eager, shoving aside his singlet from the side and
kissing him heavily there, smelling his strong scent. I
could feel his groin hard like iron under my hand.

After a little more oral action on his body, I felt Iverson
shifting, watching as he did his best to open up his sports
pants. They were the sort with snaps down either side,
letting you get them off easily and quickly. Maybe he had
taken them for that reason. Iverson got them open far enough
to tug at my boxers he still had on, and free his partly wet
shaft. I marvelled over that thick, veiny beast, even more
impressive close up. I could smell the powerful musk rising
off it, seeing how my rubbing had got him wet.

Pulling that huge thing out was more than enough for me to
get the idea. I started to go to work on his throbbing cock
almost instantly, eager to please this young basketballer. I
didn't bother rushing it, knowing we had all evening and
night, figuring Iverson wasn't going to turn me out anytime
soon. I looked his thick cock over, handling it. It felt
incredibly hot, almost rubbery to touch. At the same time,
the skin pulled so tight over that broad, mushrooming head
was almost impossible to tug at all. It seemed impossible
that something this thick had gone up in my ass just hours
before.

I slipped a hand deep into his baggy pants, cupping those
heavy, big balls. Iverson hissed above me, gripping my
strong shoulders, putting his own hands up under the jersey
I wore. It was almost as if he had anticipated my move, as I
lowered my mouth slightly, licking at that tight, huge head.
I tasted his precum, feeling the heat under my tongue. A
fresh drip of his juice beaded from his slit, exposed from
where his skins had pulled back under erection. I took his
head in gently, my mouth registering that size instantly.

My hand slipped around the rest of that giant shaft as I
sucked slowly. I could feel those thick veins, feel its
burning heat on my palm, feel the effect I was having in
every part of Iversons 6 foot frame. His breathing was
getting ragged, his moaning louder as he grinded and pushed
his hips upwards. I did my best to cope with the pro ballers
movements, trying not to be choked on that formidable member
pressing into my hot mouth. Iverson groaned louder as I
concentrated on my breathing and lovemaking, feeling his
muscular body squirming on the couch under me, hearing the
slurp of my sucking.

"Ah FUCK! Slow down man!"

I eased up, surprised because I had hardly even started
sucking him at all. I did as he wanted, pulling my mouth off
his rod, and moving my lips down that veined shaft. My nose
pressed into those deep, thick pubes. I felt heady on that
deep, sweaty aroma as I kissed at his base. My hand slipped
up his cock to that head, as I started to jack him off. I
heard a loud grunt, and then Allen's hand roughly pulling my
hand away. I could tell by his blunt reaction even trying it
had hurt him.

I rubbed hard at his balls and base, feeling Iversons breath
slow slightly, his hands still gripped hard on my shoulders.
I did my best to avoid taking that cock back in where I
wanted, giving in a short while later as I moved around
properly in between his strong legs. With one hand tight
around that thick shaft I went back down into Iversons lap.

Allen started almost instantly as I started sucking him. I
forced myself to take more of his shaft in as he groaned,
writhing, shoving his hips upwards as he bucked under me. I
slipped a hand up onto his hard chest, feeling his light
singlet briefly, then his skin, clammy with sweat. His hands
were gripping almost painfully on my own hard shoulders,
pulling at the jersey I was wearing in the throes of his
pleasure. Iverson did nothing to contain his arousal,
breathing loud, groaning, his whole body twisting as I gave
the deepest oral sex I could give this meaty 7 inch black
cock.

"Ah FUCK YEAH!" he cussed loudly. "FUCK! FUCK! Ah shit!!" He
started shouting a whole range of profanities as his
breathing got harder, my own mouth sucking faster and
deeper, my head bobbing on that incredible male organ, the
loud sounds of slurping fulling the air.

"OH DAAAAAAM!"

I felt that sudden change in his thick cock, and eased up a
little to take the first shot of his cum into my mouth. I
felt it splash against the back of my throat, almost choking
me, unprepared for the quantity or strength. I did my best
to regain myself, sucking down his second and third and
fourth shots. I could feel every inch of Iverson body going
rock hard as he came, his head back in a long, pleasure
filled moan. My GOD he had liked that!

My head came up out of his lap, my brow as sweaty as Iverson
looked. He was panting, looking down his muscular,
glistening body at me with a look of almost confusion. "How
the FUCK did you learn to suck like that boy?!"

I grinned. "I dunno. I aint sucked off a guy as sensitive as
you."

Iverson was shaking his head, sweating bad, still panting. I
ran a hand up his athletic body, feeling that heavy pounding
in his muscular chest. He pulled me onto him in a second,
locking his lips onto mine. I was rigid in seconds, feeling
his rearroused sex pushing hard against mine as he
surrounded my lanky body with his hard arms. I opened up my
mouth to him, and let him take control completely. My every
sense was on fire as his tongue played mine in kisses that
were both deep and full.

I heard Iverson groaning against me, pushing me up. Our lips
barely lost a second as he got us both up from the couch,
letting me down onto the floor quickly. I saw his strong arm
shove at the coffee table as he tried to clear the area for
us to go down. I heard a crash, and then I slipped onto the
ground, guided my his muscular embrace. My hands rubbed
hungrily up and down his sweat slicked back as our mouths
sucked noisy and deep.

Iverson tugged away from my mouth, looking deep at me with
those dark eyes of his. "Fuck, I need your ass again bad
boy. Real bad." I smiled. We both knew what that ment.

The athletic basketballer grabbed at the waistline of my
long game shorts, tugging at them roughly in an attempt to
get them off. They caught on my already rigid cock, and I
joined the effort myself, the shorts coming off quickly.
Iverson looked me over with a look of intense lust, getting
my long black legs up, spreading me like Id never been
spread in my life. He looked like he was almost thinking a
second before his head went straight down between my legs.

I let out a long, hard moan as Iverson began sucking hard at
my puckering asshole. With his hands locked around my
calves, keeping me wide spread, he focussed his full
attentions on my ass with that hot mouth of his. I watched
that cornrowed head move between my legs, my hands on his
helping keep me open to that now probing tongue. I let out a
sudden gasp as his hot tongue slipped a little deeper into
my ass, my whole body melting under his wet mouth.

Iverson quickly moved his right hand to join his tongue,
doing his best to open me up, and give his tongue deeper
purchase of my ass. I felt my ass tighten as his finger went
up in me, his mouth moving away as his strong grip began
working me open. I felt that pain again, but welcomed it.
Iverson looked almost pained as he tried to get me open as
quickly as possible. He spat and worked his thick shaft, and
then rubbed his wet fingers over my ass, doing his best to
open me up wider.

I watched in anticipation as Iversons muscular form moved up
in between my legs, getting his head up against my hole. I
felt that pressure again, this time seeing the huge head
pressed at my ass. This time I could see every inch of
Iversons muscled body. And fuck, nothing looked like the
sight of that ballers body moving to fuck me. My hands were
still locked on my legs, holding them open as Allen prepared
to enter me. I was hungry for his body, my eyes moving up
and down those smooth, athletic curves.

I felt Iversons big head start pushing at my asshole and my
eyes instantly moved to watch that thick member. I knew
there was no way I could relax watching it going in, but I
had to see that thing move inside me, almost like I needed
proof he really could put that size in me. I saw Iversons
huge shaft, that blunt, broad head dwarfing my hole. I
freaked out, seeing the difference.

Pressing at me harder my asshole somehow gave into his
force, mere human flesh to Iversons hardest muscle. He
shoved hard, desperate to get it in, and I saw the muscles
in his athletic body harden suddenly, a sight that aroused
me beyond anything he had done. His handsome face showed the
strain as we both grunted with the effort, his head slowly
moving into my ring.

Last time I had been opened up a little more. Last time I
wasn't watching that huge cock pushing up in me. Last time
it hadn't hurt half as bad. Iverson shoved and grunted,
cussing as he tried to get up in me, begging me to relax and
shit. Sweat started running down that muscular chest of his,
the ballers muscles writhing and bunching with every hard
push. I lost my control, quickly slipping my hands onto his
hard body, doing my best to keep my legs up as I felt every
part of his muscled frame I could.

Our bodies tangled as Iversons head popped through my ring,
and he started leaning heavily into me. Once again I felt
that fat veined trunk drag through my hot muscle sending a
wave of pleasure through my body that broke easily through
the dull, throbbing pain. Allen moved into my embrace more
fully as he entered my deep, hot, soft depths. I welcomed
that huge head back into my most inner place, Iversons dark
eyes smiling into mine.

Our muscles were slicked with sweat, pressed hard against
each other as we paused a second. The 76ers jersey I was
still wearing was drenched in sweat, and clammy. Iverson,
still fully clothed where he lay on me, buried up my ass. He
looked incredible, and was arousing the fuck out of me
dressed like he was. He looked like so many other homeboys
Id seen on the street and wanted to have mess with me.
Allen's singlet showed off every inch of his hard, muscular
torso, his sports pants hiding the one thing you most wanted
to see. That was hardly a problem when that thing was pushed
up my anal passage.

Giving me a last smile, handsome face streaming with sweat,
Iverson began shifting in me. I felt the pleasure instantly,
the muscular black quickly moving into a frantic, driving
fuck that had me squirming uncontrollably under him. My
whole body burned with the pleasure of his driving sex,
stroke after stroke. My eyes took in his every sweat soaked
inch, his singlet clinging to a body as wet as when we had
both been on court, playing basketball. I grabbed
desperately at his hard black body, begging out loud for him
to increase his pace, to fuck me with his every inch.

Iverson kept up his strong sexplay as our bodies slowly
tangled hard around each other in the throes of sex. My
whole body started and ended at that huge cock. Driving.
Fucking. Grinding. Possessing my whole athletic body. I
grabbed desperately at his singlet. Between us we all but
ripped it off, Allen barely slowing him hard, 7 inch fucks
into my wet, burning hole. His pants came away, snaps
breaking away loudly as they came off, leaving the
basketballers 6 foot, muscled frame naked over me. Pausing a
mere second, we stripped my game jersey, throwing it
somewhere. We didn't care.

Naked, and completely drenched in each others sweat, our
bodies began shifting against each others wet muscles. Allen
resumed his sexual assault, as I began to moan
uncontrollably, not a sound leaving my lips. A sudden warm
flush washed between our muscular stomachs as I quickly
realised I had climaxed in the intense exchange. Iverson was
far less restrained, both physically and audibly as he cried
out, driving in strokes that left my whole body shuddering,
my whole being aching with the unbearable pleasure of his 7
inch organ.

Iversons shouts reached a peak as he did. I clung to his
tight, black body, taken for the ride of my life by this
basketballer. He barely slowed his pace as his thick penis
swelled, throbbed and fired his burning cum deep into my
well used ass. He took a longer stroke, all but pulling out,
further lubing his big cock with his semen. Not until he had
well finished cumming, did he collapse, sweating and
exhausted down on top of me, gently pulling his softening
cock out of my equally soft ass.

"Fuck boy, that was incredible!"

I grinned. "Your lucky they didn't hear another guys voice
screaming out in pleasure."

"Fuck them if they did. I wanna get mine." His lips quickly
stopped any reply I could have given as he took my sweaty,
slicked body into his muscular arms. We kissed for several
minutes, the sweat of our lovemaking slowly drying in the
thankfully cool air of the hotel room. I felt a renewed
passion rising in Iverson as he started rubbing his hard
again penis against my cum slicked stomach.

"I want to feel yo cock in me," he whispered in a voice
heavy with arousal. "Can yo do that fo' me?"

"Hell, try and stop me!" He grinned, his face still dripping
with sweat. He got up slowly, a sight that practically made
me come again right then. My eyes ran up and down that long,
muscular form, hanging around that fat, half hard dick,
until he offered me a hand. I took it, as he helped me up,
taking me into his wet arms again. His presence felt good
against my body, fitting beautifully into my smooth curves.

"Lets do it on the bed this time, huh?"

I nodded, my cock rising up again as he lead me into the
bedroom. Damn. I could barely take my eyes off that tight
ass as he moved down onto the bed, lying face down on his
stomach. I gently spread his legs, taking in that hairless
hole that was soon going to be mine. I was lost in heaven,
having just been fucked a second time by the strong young
NBA player. Now I was about to do what probably countless
had only dreamed of, taking him up the ass like he had done
me.

I felt Iversons hard body tense a little as I shifted in
between those long legs. We were both still clammy with the
sweat of our last act. The brief air from the air
conditioning in the lounge did little to cool that. Or our
passion. I put a hand slowly up that strong back, my other
shifting his cheeks open, so I could get my tongue up
against his hole. I sucked for all I was worth, licking that
basketballers beautiful ass. My other hand soon moved to
join the other, feeling that hard ass, those strong thighs.
My nose was buried between those tight buns as I worked
Iverson with my tongue, the muscular athlete groaning loudly
ahead of me, squirming against my face, begging me onward.

After a long enough time to satisfy my oral hungers for his
ass, I began moving my fingers against Iversons already well
wet hole. My fingers slipped in, his ass hardening down on
the intruders as his whole body tensed, Allen sucking a hard
breath. I told him to relax, and began to set him into a
gentle rhythm of groaning as I began fucking him open with
my fingers. By this point in time, I couldn't get in him
quick enough. I straddled him quickly, my hard shaft still
sticky with my cum as I slicked it with a fistful of spit.

Horny all over again, and intensely arrosed over Iversons
prone, muscled body, I began to push against his ass. I felt
those muscles harden, saw them tense up across his dark
body. He was panting, still sweating.

"Go gentle, kid," he breathed between pants. "I aint never
had it like this before."

I was a little stunned. Enough to stop me completely from
going ahead as his words sunk in. What? I was about to take
Allen Iversons anal virginity?! Did I hear him right? He'd
never been fucked in the ass? My mind was flooding
annoyingly with a hundred questions. Of all the things I
could of said or done, I managed to come out with; "Are you
sure you want to do this?" I almost kicked myself, not
believing my politeness in the face of my biggest, horniest
fantasy.

"Yeah. I want it man. Bad. Please man." he sounded almost
desperate. I didn't need any further words of encouragement,
barely waiting until he had finished to start pushing
against him.

At first Iverson started to pull away from my hard thrust. I
grabbed him, pressing down hard against him, speaking
quietly into his ear. I told him I would take it gentle. It
felt strange, the roles suddenly reversed, the usually hard,
loud Iverson cowering under my body, tensing up under the
feel of my cock. Suddenly I was the strong, the dominant. It
felt good, spurred me on somewhat.

"Just stay calm, aiight?" I said again into his ear. "It'll
be cool."

I started my entrance again, this time holding Iversons
muscular body tight as I pushed against him. My work had
opened him well, dispite his tenseness, my head entering
slowly. I told him, ironically the same thing he had told
me, to make like he was shitting. I felt him relax a little,
concentrating on the task. My hardness shifted up steadily
into his anal passage as he did so, causing Iverson to cuss
out loud. My balls settled snugly against his asscheeks as
the long push ended, both of us panting. It had come easier
than I had thought. He had done better than me.

"Fuck me gentle, kid."

"Ill do that. Ill make you beg for it, man."

I couldn't believe my sudden change of spirit. Pausing a
moment to catch my breath and to let Iverson get used to my
big presence, I began to stroke against him. I set a steady,
firm pace, rewarded by Allen's usual groans, escalating into
pleasure filled, loud moans. He willed me on, cussing as I
began stroking harder, enjoying the basketballers warmth and
tightness, his whole body against me, under me.

Eventually Iversons body began opening fully to my advances,
his whole 6 foot frame relaxing to my anal intrusions. I
felt a change as his tenseness ran from his muscles and ass.
He began pushing back hard against my in strokes, and
pulling back against my backstrokes. His whole dark body
began moving in the motions of sex, as he told me how good
it felt. How he wanted it bad. How he wanted me so bad. I
was turned on like fuck.

We both began shifting in the fluid movements of sex as the
pace picked up. Iverson, dispite being the one getting
fucked moved with the same ferocity as was building in my
hard strokes. I felt his tight ring of muscle clench
suddenly, Iverson cussing in almost a shout. His whole body
arched under me as he released himself against the bed, his
expression and loud voice almost pained as he came again and
again, all but stopping his movements. I kept up the pace on
his ass, joined by him again eventually as his thickness
slowed.

Our pace began frantic as the room filled with the sounds of
our sex. Iversons hard cries of pain and pleasure. The sound
of wet muscles slapping against each other. The slurps our
lubed sex. The bed creaking slightly under us. I revelled in
the sounds, the smell of semen and sweat, in the fact it was
Iverson I was doing this with. The incredible pleasure of
the act, of knowing I was more than pleasing Iverson.
Somewhere in the frantic strokes, the burning pleasure in my
body and penis, I felt my peak rising. I jammed hard against
Iverson as my first strong wave struck, emptying my hot seed
deep into the muscled athlete. Allen shouted loudly under
me, squirming again to get away from my driving sex, this
time in unbearable pleasure.

I gently slid down on the bed next to him, feeling his heat,
the wetness of the bed under me. Both of us panted heavily,
our breath raw. It took several long minutes before the
sounds of our heaving bodies were broken by speech.

"Does it always feel dat good?"

"Yeah," I managed. "Usually." I grinned, feeling cocky in
the heat of the moment. Iverson slipped into my muscular
arms, kissing me hard before speaking again.

"Better take it easy on me this time then, huh?"

I smiled widely. It was gonna be one hell of a night.

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