Tryouts
It was an autumn day that I had looked forward to since the last game of the season in March. Today was the first day of varsity basketball tryouts, and this was going to be my season. After mostly riding the bench for two years, it looked like I was going to be a starter, and I worked hard all summer to that goal. I had played in a few summer leagues and I was convinced that I was going to bust ass this year. Five seniors had graduated the year before, and I knew everyone in school who was trying out, so I knew I was the second best guard on the team. Starting ballplayers always got the cutest girls, something not to be overlooked, but also something I really didn't care that much about. Basketball was that important. I was very straight then, and I guess I still am, but what happened that day was one of the wildest things that ever happened to me.
Anyway, I had a problem with my class schedule, and I was tring to get it worked out after school, so I got to practice about 10 minutes late. I dressed as quick as I could, pulling on the light blue reversible sleeveless varsity sweatshirt and white sweat shots and ran up the stairs to the courts. I stopped in the mens room to take a quick leak, and checked out the way I looked in the mirror. I'm 5' 10" and at the time was about 165 lbs with brown hair and eyes. I thought I looked o.k. Its weird , when you go out on the court, you want to look good, but not too good. You don't want to look like some wuss playing tennis at the club on Saturday morning, if you know what I mean. That's why I made sure I wore socks that didn't match the shirt. Anyway, I didn't bother to lace up my sneakers all the way, and twisted my ankle climbing the stairs. Shit, just what I need. Ten minutes late and a sprained ankle. It wasn't badly sprained, and I hobbled onto the court, trying to be unnoticed by the coach as I joined the group of guys shooting around the basket closest to the stairs. "Nice try Stevey, baby!", Coach yelled. "Twenty minutes late, twenty extra laps after practice!" Shit, twenty extra laps with a sprained ankle, what else could go wrong? I soon found out.
"Thats fourteen in a row....Shit, don't you ever miss!", Danny Clark yelled as he tossed the ball out to the key into the Danny Clark yelled as he tossed the ball out to the key into the waiting hand of a kid I didn't recognize. He dribbled the ball twice, faked left, then glided right and released a jumper that ripped through the nets with a familiar THWAP sound. "Fifteen, HOLY SHIT!, looks like we got ourselves an off guard", Billy Evans beamed. Fuck, I couldn't believe it. I recognized the new guy. He was in my English class today. Evan Conway was his name, and I never would have guessed he was an athlete. I mean, guys who looked that good usually were swimmers or tennis players, or golfers. But not hoop players. Evan was about 6 feet tall, about 160 I guess, with neatly combed sandy blond hair, and piercing blue eyes. He had a ready smile, and a nervously shy personality. Mrs. Gannon, our English teacher made us do impromptu introductions today in class. Evan, when called on stood up in place at his desk and said shyly, looking down at his sneakers as he spoke. "Hi my name is Evan, and I'm new here. My dad just got transferred from his job in Rhode Island, so I really don't have many friends here. Hopefully, I can fit in here." "You can be my friend, anytime.", Linda Samuels whispered almost to herself, and the class broke out in giggles. Anyway, so I'm standing there on the baseline, shaking my fucking head, wondering what else could go wrong today. "Conway,.. Evan Conway, get over here," Coach yelled. " Your brother wouldn't happen to be Tom Conway, would it?" Evan nodded. "Well, Fuckin-A", the coach said, forgetting he was talking to a bunch of high school kids. Tom Conway played at Providence College, and was a guard who scored about 15 points a game. "You play ball for your school in Rhode Island, son?", coach said, restraining his foul mouth. "Yes, sir. St. Sebastian's H.S.", Evan said. "How did you do, boy", Coach said. "About 7 points a game", Evan embarrassingly said. I mustered a sigh of relief. Seven points a game in Providence means shit in NYC. Shit, a scrub in NY would score 20 a game up there, I thought. My mind drifted to the summer league game where I scored 36 points against Kenny Allen, I scored 32 against Kenny Smith, the the star guard from Kansas St. I thought, the starting position is in the bag, Steve!
"STEVEY, you deaf", Coach yelled, "I said Shirts vs. Skins, you bring it up with Daniels for the shirts." Out of the corner of my eye I saw Evan peeling off his t-shirt. I noticed for the first time what a great body he had. A lanky, but well built hairless chest, with the fading remains a a good summer tan. As he lifted his arms to pull his shirt off, I could see the fine blondish brown armpit hair. I don't know why, but I could feel a stirring in my groin, kind of a warm rush, and my chest fluttered just a bit. We played a man to man defense, and I drew Evan. He tapped my side and said "Hi, Steve, Evan. You're in my English class, I think. Nice to meet you. I heard your pretty good" My fears were kind of put to rest. He seemed like a real nice guy. He was a great shooter, when open. But he was kind of slow, and I blanketed him, sprained ankle and all. I kept noticing how good looking he was. He tried to post me up once and I rested my hand on the small of his back to guard him. It was sweaty by now, but he smelled sweet, I remember. The tiny blond hairs on his back glistened with sweat against his tanned skin. He stepped back to post up, and his ass brushed against my groin. I felt that same rush again. As he posted up he raised one hand to call for the ball, and rested his other hand on my thigh innocently. In these brief seconds I had lost all concern for the game, and my heart was pounding. He seemed to stay there forever, as if he knew that this was turning me on. But then, surprisingly quickly, he whirled to the basket, and beat me on a back door play. "Nice play Evan", Coach cheered from the sideline. "O.K., game over....Everyone...5 laps...last one to finish does twenty extra...and it better not be you Steve-O, you have twenty extra already"
Normally I wouldn't have to worry about finishing last. I was one of the quickest guys on the team. But today, with the twisted ankle bothering me, plus the elbow I took in the shoulder from Randy Heins, I was a wreck. I was close to the bottom of the pack when we went into the final lap. Everyone started to pass me. Shit, forty laps...I would die. Now everyone was ahead of me, with Evan just a few steps ahead. Coach jeered at me, as he enjoyed the prospect of me doing 40 laps. At the last second I turned it on, and beat Evan to the finish.
"Well... Steve, your ass is saved...but I didn't forget your twenty...O.K. everyone, see you tomorrow at 3:00 PM. Evan, Steve...twenty laps each". Evan and I looked at each other with destined smirks on our faces. As everyone filed to the locker room we began our laps, nice and slow, as we were beat from the practice. We were only at 12 when everyone was dressed and started leaving. Coach was in his office which overlooked the gym, and he listened and occasionally watched as we yelled out the lap we were on. At 14 everyone was gone. Coach came into the gym and said "Oh, shit... its 5:45...Steve I have to go..finish your laps and close the gym door behind you when you go...I can trust you can't I?" "Sure, coach", I sarcastically said, "Take it easy..." "You want to buy another five, Stevey?", he shot back. I didn't answer, and we quietly jogged until we heard the gym door slam shut and his car engine start a few seconds later. "Fuck him, I said to Evan... I'm done, how about you?" Evan continued to jog, saying, "Lets wait a few minutes, he might come back". Sure enough, in the time it took for the car to circle the block, we heard a car pull up and the coach peer through the gym window. Satisfied that we were still jogging, he went back to his car and pulled away. "Now I'm done", Evan said with a smile, and I slowed up to walk with him. I was jogging with or behind him, and I couldn't take my eyes off him, which was kind of embarrassing, because I didn't want him to know I was watching him so intently. His hair bounced ever so slightly when he jogged, and the sweat trickled down his back, soaking his shorts at the crack in his ass.
We sat down in the bleachers, panting to catch our breaths. He slapped me on the back softly, saying, "Well, enough of that shit, Steve". He blue eyes sparkled as he spoke, and he spoke in short choppy sentences as he panted. His chest was also soaked with sweat, and a trickle of sweat trickled to his waistband, soaking it as it had the rear of his shorts. My eyes wandered to his crotch, but with a jock on, it is difficult to see anything. I caught myself, and my eyes met his. "Let's hit the showers and get out of here", I gasped.
In the locker room, I slowly peeled off my clothes, and rubbed my shoulder where I had been elbowed. It was really hurting now as the muscles tightened into a knot. For the first time in my life, I was also worried about hitting the shower. I was seriously afraid of getting a hard on in front of Evan, which would ruin our friendship and my reputation, I was sure. As I rubbed my shoulder, he looked over and said, "It really is hurting, hah Steve?". "Its a bitch", I replied. "Maybe a hot shower will loosen it up", he said. "I sure hope so, because its killing me", I said getting up with a towel wrapped around my waist to enter the showers. Evan finished undressing and followed behind. I peered behind me and noticed that he had his towel slung over his shoulder, which was perfectly normal, but still aroused my fears of impending stiffness. My heart again started pounding.
I succeeded in doing my best to keep myself from getting a hard-on in the shower. Evan looked even better without clothes than with clothes. He had a firm body, perfectly proportioned, with muscles that flowed rather than jutting out. I found my eyes straying to his dick when he wasn't watching, and it was a work of art, too. Slender, and fairly long, swaying slightly as he moved. It was surrounded with a small amount of brown, blond pubic hair, just like the color of his arm pit hair. When I found myself getting aroused, I turned to the wall where the shower was mounted, and adjusted the temperature as cold as I could stand it. That helped a little. But invariably, I would find myself staring at him as we exchanged small talk. I remember thinking that I had never gotten so hot thinking of a girl, or being with a girl. We finished showering and returned to the lockers, toweling off.
"How's that shoulder, pal", Evan asked. "A little better, but it still is as tight as a witches ass". "Let me see", he said, and gripped my shoulder without asking. "Wow, this is tight", he said. "If you want, I could work it out", he continued. "Well, okay", I said as hesitantly as I could pretend, not wanting to let on how much this excited me. "In the training room there's a table", I said wrapping my towel tightly around my waist, and getting up. Evan followed, with his towel also wrapped around his waist.
I laid stomach flat on the table, and Evan adjusted my position so my shoulders were more comfortable. He began to work on them, really massaging them roughly to work out the kink. He seemed to know what he was doing. I commented on that, and he said that when he was visiting his brother at college once, the same thing happened to him, and that the trainer had worked it out the same way. I started to get goose bumps with this beautiful guy working my shoulders. I couldn't control myself any longer, and I could feel that I was getting a hard on. I knew I was safe as long as I was on my stomach, kind of like getting a hard on when sun bathing at the beach. His massage was really working, and my shoulder loosened up. With that, he said, "Well, your shoulder is pretty loose, but I think that theres another stiff joint to work out." With that he rolled me over quickly, revealing my now stiff dick. "How did you..did you know I had a hard on,", I meekly, accusingly said. "Hey, Steve, I saw you checking me out in the shower, I just guessed. Anyway, you think I finished the laps last by accident. I saw you staring at me all day." With that his hand reached down to my dick. Another guy had never touched it before. It jumped almost as much as my chest. I was trembling now. He started to stroke real slow, and I sighed deeply. With his free hand he dropped his towel, revealing a now stiff 7 inch dick. He reached over the table to massage my balls, and his dick brushed against the side of my stomach. It was so hot it burned. I groped shakily and wrapped my hand around its base. I couldn't believe what was happening, wasn't sure I wanted it to happen, but knew how excited I was by all of this. I stroked with the same slow motion as he did. Evan groaned, and spread his legs apart a little further, allowing me to tickle the underside of his balls. He continued to work on my dick, and bent over and kissed my stomach just below my waist, and then started to licked the sides of my dick. I was just in heaven. I had gotten blown before by girls, but never so passionately, like he knew how every stroke and lick felt. He licked the bottom side of my dick, working up to the head. I was going nuts now, squirming and pushing my ass up to meet his tongue on my dick. I speed the strokes on his dick, and quickly turned my head and went down on it. With that he groaned in a muffled voice, and speeded his tongue work on me. I pulled my mouth off his cock, and now stroked the saliva moistened organ feircely, my hand slipping up and down its length. He continued to suck, lick, and stroke. I knew I couldn't last much longer. As I continued my feverish stroking of his dick, I reached over with my free hand, and gently squeezed his balls.
With that he went down hard on me, bucked his ass forward towards me, and shot a hot load on my stomach and across the table. With that I released a steaming load int
Part 2 - Dinner at Evan's
It had been several weeks since the first day of tryouts, and Evan and I were fast becoming close friends. He was really a great guy, the kind of guy who was fun to hang around with. Evan was quickly becoming popular at school. Although his incredibly good looks didn't hurt him, it was really his personality that attracted most people to him. He was quick witted, and a bit of a prankster, but not in a malicious way. He also seemed to go out of his way to be friendly to the nerdy type of guy that other people abused. It was a combination of all these things that made me want to spend most of my free time with him, and thus it seemed like we knew each other much longer than the few weeks that we did.
The incident in the locker room after the first basketball practice seemed like it was just an isolated occurrence, and although I couldn't get it out of my mind, Evan acted like it never happened. We never talked about it or anything, and even if I often thought of how good his mouth felt on my cock, our friendship seemed something removed from that. For that matter, even if we were becoming inseparables at school, I doubt if anyone had the slightest inkling that Evan (or I for that matter), would ever have had sex with another guy, much less enjoyed it. Quite the contrary, Evan was becoming the object of most of the girls in the junior and senior class. He was seeing Linda Samuels from our English class, but had also dated a couple of other girls already in the brief time he was here. Suddenly, I guess from hanging with him, I found that I was also pretty popular with girls too, and I was seeing a cute brunette named Susan. But anyway, this has little to do with this story I'm about to tell you.
It was a Friday afternoon, and I was out in the yard raking leaves when the phone rang. It was Evan, and he wanted to know if I wanted to hang out at the arcade tonight. He said we could jerk around, grab a few beers, play miniature golf, you know, get a little loaded. Somehow, doing that with Evan seemed to be as exciting as an Indiana Jones movie. He also invited me over for dinner at his house that night. I checked with the folks, but got minimal resistance. Evan was the kind of guy your parents loved for you to hang around with. Very polite, clean cut, and good manners is the way you would describe him. I finished bagging the leaves and hopped on my bike to pedal to his house.
As I pedalled up to his house I noticed that the family car was not in its usual place in the driveway. I didn't give it a second thought as I headed towrds the back of the house. I heard the familiar thump-thump of basketball against pavement. Evan was out back, shooting hoops at the basket nailed to his garage. "How you doing, Ev?", I said as I hopped off the bike and steadied it against the house. "Where's the folks?", I continued. "Hi Steve!", Evan said, tucking the ball under his arm. "They went to Philly this weekend...Some sales convention for my father's job. They wanted me to go, but no way. I went two years ago and was bored to shit. They figured that now that I'm 18 they can trust me. Fools!!!", he laughed as he whirled around to the basket and dunked on the low rim.
Evan was dressed in blue sweats that were a little too small, and a white sweatshirt that had the sleeves cut off. Without a jock his dick was quite obvious, and bulged out in full detail. Hanging left, you could easily make out the head, shaft, and loosely hanging balls. I felt a rush, and didn't even hear the next few things he said. "Wanna play some one- on-one Steve", Evan asked as I retrieved a shot he just missed. "Yeah, sure", I replied. For the next 45 minutes or so, we jerked around playing one-on-one semi-seriously. We played with no rules or fouls, so after it got less than serious, we were grabbing arms, shoving, and playing reckless. We didn't bother to even keep score, so after a while we just decided to quit. We were both pretty sweaty from the game, and walked in the house and collapsed at the kitchen table.
"What's for dinner, Evan?", I asked. "Liquid meal, Steve", he replied, producing two icy cold Molsons from the freezer. This was just the kind of that made it fun to hang out with Evan. He popped a frozen pizza in the oven, and we split 3 six packs for out meal. Now, I wasn't used to drinking that much, and I was soon pretty buzzed. His body was starting to look dreamy to me. I stared intently at his navel as he innocently stretched his arms towards the ceiling in a yawn. He had fine blond hair that lead from his navel down towards his crotch. I was getting a semi hard on just looking at him. He couldn't read my mind, for he giggled as he said,"Hey Steve, if you're gonna puke, you better get to the sink. I'm not gonna clean up your barf." But I was really alright, just buzzed and content to hang out in the kitchen with this hot guy. "Nah, I'm fine I said", regrouping and flashing my eyes up towards his. "So, you want to hit the arcade or what?", he said. "I'm up for that", I replied. "You gonna go like that,Steve?", he said, continuing "I hate to say it, but from the hoop we played, you don't smell too good. Why don't you take a shower and borrow some of my clothes." I said back to him "I smell that bad? Well, Okay, a shower would sober me up a little, anyway."
He let me shower first, as he wanted to check to sports on TV. I was excited by the idea of wearing his clothes, his shirt, his jeans, his briefs. He gave me a pair of them to bring in the shower, and after I closed the bathroom door behind me I brought them close to my face. They were Jockeys, with the crotch was stretched from wear. I put them down on the vanity, and turned the shower on. I peeled off my sweaty clothes, and climbed into the shower. I was excited to be in his shower, using his soap, his shampoo. As the soap slid down my flat chest, I thought that this is the same soap Evan uses to wash his balls. I was horney, no doubt. I was semi hard, the steaming water relaxing my muscles. I lost track of time, just enjoying the hot shower.
I was startled as the shower door flung open. It was Evan, wearing nothing but a grin. "You gonna take all day, asshole?", he said, smiling. Before I could answer, he said, "Want company?". He entered to shower and closed the door behind him. His soft dick brushed against the front of my thigh in the close quarters. I was aghast at this dream come true. I got an instant erection. His body looked great. The blue eyes, the now wet blond hair, the tight chest and rippling stomach muscles leading to a narrow waist. His back was muscular but streamlined, and he had a great ass. Leading down from his waist he had a small blondish brown patch of short pubic hairs which surrounded a long, slender, and now swelling dick. "Mind if I soap you up?", he said, taking the soap form my hand. "Not at all.. Be my guest", I croaked in a whisper. He soaped me up completely, my chest, armpits, neck, back, and thighs. He ignored my crotch, saving the best for last, I guess. As he lathered my shoulders and arms, I took the soap, and returned the favor. I did the back of his neck, running my soapy fingers behind his ears, and down his shoulders. I slid my hands down his sides to his waist. I brought them slowly up to his chest. I wasn't as patient as him and quickly slid down his tight stomach to his crotch. I wrapped my fingers around his disk and squeezed softly. In a slow rhythmic pattern I slid a soapy hand up and down. I paused at the head to run my fingers arounf the edges of its mushroomed head. He groaned loudly, and said "Suck me, Steve.." I slowly slid down to my knees, sliding my hands down his sides and my fingers down the crack of his ass. I took his stiff dick in my right hand and pointed it upwards. I began licking the underside slowly, sucking on the soft muscle that never gets stiff. This drove him wild, and he almost screamed, slapping his palms on the shower wall as be bent over in ecstasy. The hot shower water enhanced this feeling ten fold. I worked up to the head and inserted it in my mouth. It tasted great, salty with sweat. My tongue circled the head as I began to rhythmically go up and down its length. I knew he wasn't going to last much longer, and I kept the rhythm up. All at once his whole body seemed to spasm. He grabbed my shoulders tightly and thrust his hips at my face. I grabbed his ass and helped pull him towards me. After about a minute of thrusting he groaned loudly grabbed the shower head fixture, and came in my mouth. Normally this would have disgusted me, but I was so hot for him at the moment, that I would have done anything. I felt the warm stickiness in my throat, and I swear it tasted salty/sweet. His body shuddered as his muscles relaxed. He pulled me to my feet, and embraced me. Our wet tight bodies entwined as we slid our bodies together. He placed his hands behind me head with his palms on my jaw. He looked me straight in the eyes and said simply and softly, "Now you.."
He gazed down at my swollen cock, which was standing fully erect out from my body. He sank to his knees and went to work. The sight of this gorgeous naked guy working on my dick excited me as much as his sucking my dick and playing with my balls. He worked up and down its length, tugging softly with his lips. I stared down at his softened dick, which was beginning to swell with the excitement of sucking me off. He was a work of art, and him wanting me was a dream come true, a dream i never thought I had. His tongue swirled over the head of my dick, then down its length and to my balls. He licked between them, them took them in his mouth and gently and then more passionately sucked on them. I thought I would come in seconds, but he kept sucking me expertly for a good twenty minutes. I peered down and saw he was fully hard again, and his excitement almost brought me off. He slowed down, sensing this. He circled my asshole with a soapy finger. It felt great. He penetrated it, but my muscles tightened and was a little painful. "Relax, it'll feel great", Evan cooed. I did, and it did feel great. More than I could stand. With his finger thrusting in my ass, and his mouth engulfing my dick, I felt a trmendous orgasm rush down from my head, up from my toes, and out from my dick. I splashed wave after wave of cum into his mouth, and sunk wearily to my knees to embrace my friend. We stayed that way for a long while, then rose and finished washing each other off. The water was now luke warm, almost cool, and felt refreshingly good. We exited the shower and dressed in only briefs.
Needless to say, we never made it to the arcade that night. We played video games in our draws, excited by the unabashedness of each others bodies. We had one more encounter that night, but then thats another story to be told. o his mouth and we continued to shoot together, until I felt his spasms subside, and his dick relaxed in my hand. He toweled the cum off my chest, and we both proceeded to the locker, exchanging the same small talk as before.
It was a great season. I started, and Evan came off the bench, usually for me. But the best part was those practices that either he or I was intentionately late for, and the other person finishing last in the practicelaps.....