Ball Game
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,710
Reviews:
0
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Ball Game
“He shoots...he scores!” The basketball twirled around the rim once before falling into the basket with a perfect “swoosh” sound. “Oh yeah, baby! I so own your ass!” Toby was very aware of the Laser Beam of Hatred™ aimed in his direction, but he did the victory dance anyway.
“Basketball is NOT a sport,” Blake said, his tone as firm as his glare. He wiped his sweaty palms on his jeans before retrieving the ball one last time and, with steadfast determination, aimed and threw it hard as he could towards the hoop. It hit the backboard with a slam and came flying back, missing his head by inches.
Toby burst into laughter.
“This is so fucking DUMB.”
“You throw it too hard. If you throw too hard it just...well...does THAT.” Toby grabbed the still-bouncing ball and dribbled it down the court, making a dramatic leap towards the high basket, tossing the ball lightly mid-jump. The ball had bounced off the rim and back towards him before his shoes landed with a squeak on the floor again.
“Er...well, you can also throw it too softly...”
Blake would have made fun of Toby, but the score was still ten to four so he didn’t feel superior enough so instead he just sighed. “Told you it was stupid.”
“You’re just bad at playing with balls,” Toby shot back, impish smile on his lips and an equally wicked glint in his blue eyes.
Blake raised his eyebrows in surprise then narrowed his eyes in response to the real or imagined challenge. The wayward basketball rolled to a stop at his feet. “I can handle balls just fine if they’re important enough for my attention.” With that stated, he kicked the basketball across the court.
“I’m not sure if I take that as a compliment or an insult...” Toby snickered.
Both boys were silent for a weighty moment before the mutual decision was made to make a run for the locker room.
The length of the locker room was empty but still risky, as anyone could walk in at anytime. It being a locker room of the community college - the only place with a basketball court that suited Toby’s taste - there was no telling when students would be wandering about. But aside from that it was like any other locker room, in looks and smell. Blake didn’t spend very much time worrying about the smell, or getting caught, because Toby had him up against a locker before he could have protested anyway.
Which he would definitely not have done.
Blake gave a little groan that was cut off by Toby’s lips. Both boys’ hands reached for different parts of each other. Toby’s fingers grasped at Blake’s T-shirt but Blake’s headed straight for Toby’s fly, breaking the kiss as soon as he had it undone. He dropped to his knees.
“Let’s just see who’s good with balls around here,” he panted, pulling Toby’s pants and boxers down to his knees, cupping his sac, and taking the head of his half-erect cock between his lips.
“Ohh...let’s...” Toby moaned in agreement, one hand slamming loudly against a locker to hold him upright, the other clutching at Blake’s artificially-blond hair.
Blake was too involved in his work to notice the noise. His left hand grasped and stroked the base of Toby’s length, aided by the slickness of perspiration and saliva. Blake ran his thumb over the damp curls covering Toby’s balls, then palmed them and squeezed, one finger sneaking back and fingering his perineum and asshole. This earned a strangled whimper which was the result of Toby biting on the backs of his own fingers.
Blake smiled around the cock in his mouth, pulling back. He continued stroking but dipped his head down, tilting his chin up between Toby’s slightly-spread legs and nipping at his balls - Toby squeaked - and running his tongue in between them. He pulled at the sensitive flesh with his lips and teeth, sucking lightly and licking; anything and everything he could think of.
He was twisting a fingertip into Toby’s opening when the boy murmured something indistinguishable, hips jerking suddenly as he came. Blake pulled away, licking his lips and staring up almost inquiringly, waiting for Toby to catch his breath and absently licking his fingers clean.
“Well...I think we can...safely say you win,” Toby said slowly, between breaths.
Blake gave him a slow, deliberate smile.
“Basketball isn’t so bad.”
“Basketball is NOT a sport,” Blake said, his tone as firm as his glare. He wiped his sweaty palms on his jeans before retrieving the ball one last time and, with steadfast determination, aimed and threw it hard as he could towards the hoop. It hit the backboard with a slam and came flying back, missing his head by inches.
Toby burst into laughter.
“This is so fucking DUMB.”
“You throw it too hard. If you throw too hard it just...well...does THAT.” Toby grabbed the still-bouncing ball and dribbled it down the court, making a dramatic leap towards the high basket, tossing the ball lightly mid-jump. The ball had bounced off the rim and back towards him before his shoes landed with a squeak on the floor again.
“Er...well, you can also throw it too softly...”
Blake would have made fun of Toby, but the score was still ten to four so he didn’t feel superior enough so instead he just sighed. “Told you it was stupid.”
“You’re just bad at playing with balls,” Toby shot back, impish smile on his lips and an equally wicked glint in his blue eyes.
Blake raised his eyebrows in surprise then narrowed his eyes in response to the real or imagined challenge. The wayward basketball rolled to a stop at his feet. “I can handle balls just fine if they’re important enough for my attention.” With that stated, he kicked the basketball across the court.
“I’m not sure if I take that as a compliment or an insult...” Toby snickered.
Both boys were silent for a weighty moment before the mutual decision was made to make a run for the locker room.
The length of the locker room was empty but still risky, as anyone could walk in at anytime. It being a locker room of the community college - the only place with a basketball court that suited Toby’s taste - there was no telling when students would be wandering about. But aside from that it was like any other locker room, in looks and smell. Blake didn’t spend very much time worrying about the smell, or getting caught, because Toby had him up against a locker before he could have protested anyway.
Which he would definitely not have done.
Blake gave a little groan that was cut off by Toby’s lips. Both boys’ hands reached for different parts of each other. Toby’s fingers grasped at Blake’s T-shirt but Blake’s headed straight for Toby’s fly, breaking the kiss as soon as he had it undone. He dropped to his knees.
“Let’s just see who’s good with balls around here,” he panted, pulling Toby’s pants and boxers down to his knees, cupping his sac, and taking the head of his half-erect cock between his lips.
“Ohh...let’s...” Toby moaned in agreement, one hand slamming loudly against a locker to hold him upright, the other clutching at Blake’s artificially-blond hair.
Blake was too involved in his work to notice the noise. His left hand grasped and stroked the base of Toby’s length, aided by the slickness of perspiration and saliva. Blake ran his thumb over the damp curls covering Toby’s balls, then palmed them and squeezed, one finger sneaking back and fingering his perineum and asshole. This earned a strangled whimper which was the result of Toby biting on the backs of his own fingers.
Blake smiled around the cock in his mouth, pulling back. He continued stroking but dipped his head down, tilting his chin up between Toby’s slightly-spread legs and nipping at his balls - Toby squeaked - and running his tongue in between them. He pulled at the sensitive flesh with his lips and teeth, sucking lightly and licking; anything and everything he could think of.
He was twisting a fingertip into Toby’s opening when the boy murmured something indistinguishable, hips jerking suddenly as he came. Blake pulled away, licking his lips and staring up almost inquiringly, waiting for Toby to catch his breath and absently licking his fingers clean.
“Well...I think we can...safely say you win,” Toby said slowly, between breaths.
Blake gave him a slow, deliberate smile.
“Basketball isn’t so bad.”