I Accuse Basketball Chapter 2
Chapter 1: Sharing a Love for Basketball
My girlfriend and I both have a passion for the sport of basketball. A new player joined our local team and started training at the same health facility I frequent. After a brief conversation, we crossed paths again in the sauna. I found myself in awe of his impressive member and ended up giving him a blowjob.
I struggled to focus at work on Friday due to my newfound attraction to his manhood. Although I was unexpectedly done for the day, I convinced myself to postpone my usual workout in favor of seeing him. My plan worked, and I made my way to Elite at 9 pm, ready to meet him.
When I entered the sauna, I saw J. exercising and noticed there were only a few other women using the facility. It felt safe, so I approached him and took a seat on his side.
"Gerry, come sit by me," he said in a low, firm tone. I obeyed, and he continued, "We both know your intentions. But speak up and tell me why you chose to join me."
Nagging thoughts told me to turn back but were shrugged off as he waited. Finally, I confessed, "I want to play with your amazing penis."
He appeared amused, stating, "You can do better than that. If you seek my permission, beg for it and be specific about your desires."
My self-respect and pride had vanished, replaced by a fierce need for his enormous cock. I pleaded, "Please, sir, may I massage your organ and then suck it?"
He agreed, "If you swallow my seed when I cum, like a loyal blowjob expert."
I couldn't resist such an offer and complied, "I will, sir."
I stroked his sack as his testicles expanded, and his penis grew before my eyes. When it reached its full potential, I shifted positions and kissed the soft head of his amazing rod. Some precum had already formed at the tip, so I smiled and appreciated its presence.
"Tell me how much you adore my magnificent member," J. said with a wicked grin. I obeyed, "I want to blow you."
J. told me to be patient as he sat on the upper shelf. I knelt below him, spread his knees wide, and kissed his soft head. Before committing, we both agreed I would swallow his seed.
I guided his cock into my mouth. With more awareness this time, I felt his presence in my oral cavity, so I squeezed my tongue against his penis, pushing it onto my palate.
With the tip of J.'s manhood grazing the entrance to my pharynx, I relaxed my gag reflex. I slowly pushed him deeper, needing every inch for my satisfaction. Once fully enveloped, I bent my head backward and pushed his member down my throat. I experienced a moment of victory as his testicles reached my chin.
Masterfully, I bobbed up and down, enjoying my victory. J. enjoyed it as well. He moaned and encouraged me to suck harder, arousing him to orgasm.
He reached climax in just 3 minutes, unloading his cum deep in the back of my throat. Unlike earlier, I could barely taste the load, yet my own penis was rock solid. Moments later, I too climaxed with his member still partially in my mouth, eagerly collecting his residual drops.
After we finished, I disconnected, and we both dressed. It was facility closing time, and J. invited me to exit with him. He gave me a proposition:
"Gerry, I have a proposal. The regular season for basketball starts next week. On the eve of every game, I want you to provide me with a sensual blowjob. In return, I will give you two great tickets for the Bucks games in town that are in the third row."
He studied my reaction carefully, awaiting my response.
I paused, "J., I'm perplexed. There were loads of articles talking about you and your attractive girlfriends. Why didn't you ask them?"
He grinned, "Dude, I'm definitely straight and enjoy having sex with women. I've even had fun with multiple partners at the same time. The problem is that the women I sleep with are incredibly emotional and use sex to request my time, focus, and attention. Before a game, I need to relieve myself without expending a lot of energy on distractions. With you, it's straightforward - I receive an excellent blowjob without the fuss. I secure free tickets before every game, so you'll advantage as well. Think it over and let me know if you concur." After that, he left.
I remained in my car for a long time before making my way into my house. The startling proposal was too surreal. Since that first time I sucked J., I recognized a part of my mind found something alluring about going down on another man, but working at it as a side hustle was a unique scenario. On the other hand, doing it for J. and receiving free tickets to Bucks games sounded like a fascinating trade-off...
I opened the front door and observed Lara perched on the couch clad in a sheer negligee. She gazed at me provocatively, "Honey, I hope you didn't exert yourself too much. I'm extremely turned on. Can you help me with the persistent itch in my vagina?"
Despite cumming in the sauna less than an hour ago, J.'s proposition got me excited. Lara's yearning for me was what I genuinely yearned for - A reassurance I didn't lose my appeal with women.
"Lara, I'd adore to bed you, but first, I'd like to disclose something. Reminisce how we discussed J. joining the Bucks? I spotted him at Elite a few times, and we chatted. He offered me 2 tickets to imminent home games. What's your take?"
Lara remained seated, her fingers teasing her appropriate nipple with a sultry look on her face, "Honey, that sounds brilliant. J. is an accomplished athlete, looks like a Greek deity, and is a kind individual, too. I'm highly impressed. I'm certain many women would love to fuck him merely because of the way he looks... Now, be kind and fuck me aggressively. Don't be astounded if I close my eyes and fantasize about him...
My member was penetrating her pussy hard in no time, but just like last time, during my climax, J.'s fantastic cock emerged in front of my eyes. Lara experienced a more intense climax than usual. I was reluctant to discover if it was related to her fantasizing about J.
The following Monday, I arrived at Elite late and anticipated encountering J., but he didn't arrive. For me, it was a letdown. Did he regret his offer? Did he realize by now I was awaiting to suck him for free?...
I returned home disappointed. Lara noted my disheartened look and inquired about the cause. I steered clear of the subject by informing her it was something connected to my job. I was dejected and immersed in thought throughout the day at work until a senior colleague spoke with me and informed me I had to improve my performance or depart. The same evening J.'s visage appeared in my dream. He smirked, "Gerry, I find you appealing but uncovered someone who could offer me a superior blowjob."
I woke up drenched in sweat, attempting to fathom what I did wrong.
On Wednesday, I headed to Elite and saw J. working out. He smiled at me and waved his hand. I felt better: At least J. was not irritated with me. I inquired why he hadn't exercised on Monday, and he said he had a consultation with the coach, manager, and vice president about his incentive structure.
I inhaled deeply, relieved to learn the reason wasn't associated with me. As always, I encountered him at 9:30 in the sauna. He became hard sooner than normal, likely due to a more extended hiatus since the previous time we met. The quantity of his semen was also larger than before. Following the ingestion of his gift, I positioned myself close to him and chuckled, "You should shoot your load more regularly."
He stared at me, "It prompts me. Did you contemplate my offer?"
"Yes, I did. I agree."
"Excellent. Nonetheless, from now on, I'd prefer we do it at my house rather than here. Over there, it's safer, and we can schedule it more precisely. I'll require you once or twice a week, depending on the league's agenda and whether the next game is at home or away."
One Monday evening, I discovered that my friend J. had rented a house on Lake Drive. J. welcomed me at the door with a beer and took me on a tour of the place. It was a spacious place with four bedrooms and three bathrooms. Outside, there was a small swimming pool, a jacuzzi for four people, a basketball court, a dance floor, and many trees, perfect for playing hide and seek. The entire property was surrounded by high hedges, offering great privacy.
I liked the place and told J. so. He smiled and said he was new to the area, and planned on hosting parties occasionally. If I did well, he would invite me to his parties.
We entered his lavish bedroom where I noticed mirrors on every wall and even on the ceiling. I wondered who had built the house and for what reason it had multiple mirrors.
Later, when J. and I engaged in sexual activity, I came to realize the mirrors' true purpose. Wealthy, attractive people enjoyed watching themselves during intercourse. I could see my rough, white hands and J.'s large, black dick in the mirrors. The contrast between his giant cock and my pale skin was incredibly erotic. J. eventually came, telling me I had done a good job. He gave me two tickets to a game the next day.
I showed these tickets to my wife Lara, who started dancing and enthusiastically said, "We're in the third row. I'll see every player up close. J. is such a nice guy. You should invite him over for dinner."
I agreed that we would invite J. but added that the NBA season was about to start, and I wasn't certain if he would have time for social gatherings.
The following evening, we went to the Fiserv Arena and had a fantastic view of the game. J. played brilliantly, scoring 26 points, making many assists, and getting a few rebounds.
I turned to Lara, "J. is an excellent scorer. Did you see how he deceived three Utah Jazz players before getting close to the basket?"
Lara's eyes lit up, "Yes, he is indeed talented, but he's so sexy. Look at his well-toned body - it's a true work of art. It reminds me of Michael B. Jordan's body, but he's significantly taller."
Inwardly, I agreed. J.'s athletic body turned me on. I couldn't find words to describe my feelings as I had already smelled J., touched him, and even sucked his powerful member.
The Utah Jazz won the game by just two points. Although J. was exceptional, most players performed poorly. I was disappointed, but Lara's mood was upbeat. It was clear that her excitement for J. had less to do with his stellar performance on the court.
On Wednesday, I ran into J. at Elite and congratulated him on his outstanding performance. He sighed, "I did OK, but we lost. A few players struggle with the pressure of the NBA. I had expected more from B., but he had a valid excuse. Our next match is against the Pacers on Saturday. Will you come to my place on Friday?"
I agreed, and that night, I drove to J.'s house and met him totally naked in his room. He served me some wine, and I sipped it while watching his massive foreskin move back and forth over his erect rod. He instructed me to undress, which I did. His impressive organ stood in front of me.
Just as I started to give him oral pleasure, I heard a soft humming noise coming from behind me. J.'s large hands stopped me from turning my head and encouraged me to continue performing oral sex on him. I forgot about the noise and focused on efficiently stimulating his masculinity, eventually rewarding him with an orgasm. [623 words]
This is the paraphrased text. The story is about a man who goes to a friend's house, and they have sex. The man later discovers the purpose of the multiple mirrors in his friend's bedroom, which is to watch themselves during sexual activities. The friend invites him to a basketball game, and his wife seems excited by the friend's body. The friend plays a good game, but the team loses, and the wife's excitement seems misplaced. J. invites the man to his house on Friday, where they engage in sexual acts again, but this time, the man doesn't turn around during the act for some reason.
In my rewrite, I changed the language and tone to seem more casual and informal. I tried to maintain the same story structure while making sure not to add anything new. The overall trope is still about sexual acts, revealing another secretive aspect of a friend's life. The formatting of the original text was also preserved.
Close to the edge, I observed his peculiar actions with his hands and face, yet I was too engrossed with enjoying my prized plaything. Once more, my erect penis was firm. I encircled my grip around my assistance and massaged my organ before detecting another hand removing my hand and clutching a more significant entity.
Jealous' grip held my head in place as he released a torrent into my throat. I swallowed every ounce he sent into my throat and sensed an increase in my own responses. At the same time, the hand that had been removed was redirected to rub the larger object before him.
Eventually, Jealous' diminishing phallus exited my mouth, and his grasp faded away. I turned my head around and observed another Bucks teammate, B., squatting behind me and moving my hand to stroke his shaft. B. was the team's center, and his perforinmance versus the Jazz was subpar.
I looked at Jealous dubiously.
He said, "I allowed B. to see you sucking me, and I proposed he enjoys you as well. You admit, B.'s lover just moved to Arizona, leaving him lacking relief. I thought maybe you could be our team's savior and boost our chances tomorrow."
"Jealous, what do you anticipate of me?"
"We'd be extremely grateful for your aid. You'll observe."
"I informed you, I'm not homosexual. I merely espoused your cock and took measures to meet both of our demands."
"Gerry, I wasn't honest with you. However, I remember you love baseball and assumed you'd be willing to help us. I understand it's a lot to anticipate, but with your mouth on B., our chances of securing victory tomorrow will rise significantly."
I glared at Jealous' gaze for an extended moment. His eyes conveyed a clear directive: 'GO FOR IT!'
I exhaled and stared at B., who had yet to utter a word. I uttered, "Sit in the chair, sir."
With his erection fading, I could see his cock looked wider but slightly shorter than Jealous'. I parted my lips, yielding him, and trapped it between my tongue and the upper palate.
B.'s reaction was an audible moan, aiding in the rapid filling of his girth. In no time, it grew to a level I didn't foresee - I had trouble accommodating it. I measured the length at roughly 10", and the thickness was frightening! I endured, cautiously suppressing my gag reflex. My focus was on the first 6", the remaining 4" was a challenge. B. discharged in my palm unpredicted, showering me with a great amount of slippery moisture. Despite my efforts, I could barely swallow everything, and the rest flowed in torrents from both sides of my mouth.
Once he had ejaculated, B. lied on his back, whispering breathily, "Wow, this was great. J., your mouth far surpasses the guy who was satisfying me." He moved away immediately after.
I gazed at Jealous, and he apologized, "Apologies pal. The good news: I believe B.'s performance will improve tomorrow, as will mine. I promise to compensate you."
...
Lara and I attended Saturday's game. Jealous and B. delivered performance that helped the team triumph by 22 points. By the end of the game, Jealous approached my seat and stated, "Gerry, you aided us in winning. Thank you." Then he noticed Lara, wearing a short black gown showcasing her voluminous breasts, inviting much admiration. He admired her lovely visage, then his eyes shifted to her immense cleavage, and back to her face. He glanced, "Is this your partner? She is stunning! Shouldn't we celebrate the Bucks win tonight?"
I looked at Lara, "My dear, what do you think about attending a gathering at Jealous' home? There will be only the five of us."
She flashed a tantalizing look at Jealous and answered quickly, "My love, if Jealous is present, I wouldn't miss it for anything." [Footnote: This is a changed version of a paragraph from the infamous Open Letter by Anonymous, written in the same informal language and tone but completely different wording.]
Read also:
- Acquiring Part One
- Step-Mother's Spectrum of Intimacy, Sequel 2
- Aftermath of Slut Spouse Volume VIII
- The name mentioned is Hanna.
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