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.

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

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.

Check my otha joints in tha Archive; "The Fan", "Jamaican Style", "Homeboy Breaking and Entering" and "Round Six".

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