I Hold Basketball Accountable: Chapter 1
Once upon a time in high school, I was an excellent student yet my primary passion revolved around SPORTS. Track & field, tennis, swimming, and baseball were among my favorites, but my true love was basketball. Sometimes, I was the tallest guy in class which gave me an edge in basketball games, gathering nearly 20 points per game. This love continued even when my peers caught up with my height.
Ever since turning 18, I've had three long-term relationships spanning from 8 months to 3 years. My criteria for dating a girl involved the typical aspects - an attractive face, a stunning body, a charming personality, and a smart mind. She also needed to enjoy sports activities.
Approximately two years ago, I came across my current girlfriend, Lara. Instruction: Love at first sight. At 25 years old, she measured 5'8" and weighed 140 pounds. She possessed a physique to die for - D-cup breasts, a thin waist, and stunning hips. Hips that were graceful and ended in well-shaped legs. Yes, I found her gorgeous when I first laid my eyes on her. The experience was heightened by where we first encountered. Lara and I had met at a basketball game between the Milwaukee Bucks and the Chicago Bulls.
As the game's score escalated, the crowd became rowdy. Lara began to dance and turned around. Our eyes met at that very moment. A charming smile crossed my lips and I expressed, "This just has to be the best thing I've ever seen in my life, right?" My introduction was not entirely brilliant, but it didn't matter because I hadn't thought of a better one.
Lara laughed, "It sounded good enough."
Little did I know that 'thing' was a rude comment. Lara chided me, "I presume you intended it as a compliment, but girls don't like being referred to as 'things,' Please rephrase..."
Bowing my head in embarrassment, I chivalrously apologized, "My apologies, but I should have been more careful with my choice of words. Would you accept my apology and, as amends, join me for a cup of coffee in the afternoon?"
Lara scrutinized me, checking my face and body. She was indecisive. I hadn't heard from her for days. Then, unexpectedly, she phoned, "Hello. I've been considering your offer and I decided to accept."
"I'm glad you changed your mind. And don't hesitate to remind me of any compensation to the girl you spoke with Tania." Her laughter was warm. She quipped, "I'll see you." And she hung up.
Two days later, I took an early afternoon off work to wait for Lara at Starbucks, a cafe on Broadway. This space was beautifully lit with a large window overlooking the street. I took a table for two, situated near this magical view of the outside world. It was a quaint cafe with comfortable chairs. Lara walked in slightly late, wearing a short, light blue dress that accentuated her long legs. As she approached, I stretched out my hand and greeted her, "Hello Lara, we talked shortly on that evening at the basketball match. We discussed our jobs (She was a tech in a laboratory while I earned as a junior engineer in a major company), films, traveling, and basketball. We clicked immediately, and our conversations were always interesting."
We ventured into each other's lives for hours. I learned about her experiences and although I, too, shared my stories, I listened intently to her side. She listened attentively to my tales. That evening, we ended our time together with a feeling of curiosity.
A few days after, we embraced our first physical encounter. We were both young and adventurous, exploring this intimate side of ourselves. Within the next 6 months, we provided each other with various delights. These encounters, at first, were enthralling. Yet, as time passed, our intimacies became more routine. However, our connection remained strong.
We shared a common interest in basketball. We rooted for the Milwaukee Bucks.
It was a Tuesday with a special episode on local television news. News flashed across the screen; J. had signed an agreement with the Bucks. This player was one of the most remarkable in the market, and his addition to the team would significantly enhance their chance of reaching the playoffs or, possibly, winning more.
Ten minutes later, I switched to the rowing machine. A short while after, J. started lifting weights not too far from me.
I waved at him and said, "Hi, my name is Gerry. I'm a big Bucks fan. I've heard you're now on the team. That's great news. I've followed your career for years and think you're an amazing player. With you on the team, our chances are way better."
He smiled and replied, "Nice to meet someone who knows basketball. I hope to play well and not let down the fans who know me."
After a brief power exercise, I showered and went to the sauna. Through the thick fog, I spotted J. sitting on his towel. I couldn't make out any details and decided to sit opposite him. After a few minutes, my eyes adjusted to the white vapor, and I noticed J. was completely naked. His dark body was muscular and glistening in the humid air. His deflated penis was at least 5 or 6 inches long. It hung down and had a big mushroom on top. It seemed as long as mine when erect! His eyes were closed. I couldn't stop staring at his impressive organ, wondering how big it got when hard. His athletic body was magnificent, and his member was astounding. I continued to gaze at his member and didn't realize he opened his eyes.
Then I heard his deep voice, "Gerry, you seem to be fixated on my dick. I'm guessing you haven't seen many black dicks before, so being curious about it is natural. Come closer, and you'll get a better look."
I hesitated but finally agreed. After all, if he didn't mind me checking him out, why not?
I moved forward, sat next to him, and observed his member closely. It was truly fantastic. The base and sack were hairy, with the foreskin covering the top half of his cock. The lower part was veiny and ended with a spongy head.
He watched my eyes and chuckled, "You're definitely interested. You can touch it if you want."
"J., I appreciate the offer, but I'm not gay. In fact, I've been in a relationship with a girl for the past two years."
"I didn't say you were gay, but I know many guys are curious about other men's dicks and wonder about size, feel, and performance. It's something that occurs more often to white people seeing a black organ for the first time. Go ahead, touch it, and you'll get your answers."
The suggestion seemed weird and unbelievable, but J. was correct: I was curious, and my hand itched to touch it.
I found my courage and touched it gently. It twitched. J. grinned, "You see, it enjoys your hand."
I trailed my fingers along his velvety shaft toward the large head. As I moved, I felt it hardening, and the head started rising. His penis began growing in front of my eyes! It felt pleasant, and I gently rocked it. Gradually, his cock started extending outside the foreskin and pointing to the ceiling.
Watching his member expanding and stiffening before my eyes was erotic and arousing. My own member started to stir, and my lips felt dry. I licked them with my tongue.
J. noticed and chuckled, "Gerry, that's a natural response. It's happened to me multiple times. Do you like oral sex?"
"J., I'm not married yet. But, yes, on occasion, my girl gives me oral sex and enjoys it too."
"Gerry, it seems like you enjoy the idea of oral. Why not try it out and find out if you like it?"
"J., I think it's going a bit wild. I should probably just go home now."
"If you change your mind and feel the need to try it, I'll be here late on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays for the next two weeks. Then, the regular season starts, and my plans will depend on game nights."
Gerry, you arrived late to Elite for a reason tonight. You joined me in the sauna because you wanted to sample my dick. Why struggle against it? If you don't like it, you can leave, and nobody will stop you.
After a moment, I touched the impressive member. The veins stood out, and the cock seemed larger than I remembered. It had to be at least 8 inches long. And thick!
I glanced at Gerry's face. His eyes locked onto mine, then shifted towards his rod, signaling me to proceed.
For some inexplicable reason, I lacked the willpower to resist. I leaned forward and closed the gap to the head, pointing upward. My lips met the tip and gave it a gentle lick. It tasted slightly salty but not bad. He groaned.
Next, my palm covered his shaft, and I slowly stroked it. I kissed the head. This felt foreign, but being already involved in an indecent act, I contemplated what real blowjob might entail.
I opened my lips, engulfed the swollen head, and sucked on it softly. This felt good and... stimulating! I slid down further on him, allowing more of him to enter my throat. Once he filled three-quarters of it, I began sucking with greater enthusiasm. He grunted and whispered, "Gerry, you're doing great! You're a natural."
Surprisingly, my own penis hardened.
I stepped up the tempo and intensity with which I stroked Gerry, and he murmured, "Your exquisite mouth is performing wonders. It's time to experience my cum!"
I didn't anticipate his statement and felt his cock jerk helplessly. I gagged, but his firm hands around my neck refused to let me back off. I nearly gagged but ultimately managed to swallow most of his semen.
After his orgasm, he removed his hands, reclined against the wall, and closed his eyes. I disentangled myself from his body and gazed at his organ as it gradually returned to its initial size.
A drop of semen appeared on the tip. Gerry appeared unfazed. I'm not sure what compelled me to do it, but I leaned down and licked the naughty drop. Gerry opened his eyes and smiled, "Gerry, if you confess to me truthfully, it's your first time; you were fantastic! Now you know what it feels like. Think about it and remember that, according to Dr. Google, manly fluid is wholesome. If you seek to enjoy the flavor again, I'll be here on Friday."
I went home bewildered. I'd never perceived myself as gay and had never pondered intimate moments with other men. What the heck?...
Lara and I retired to bed at 11 pm. I was horny, but she wasn't in a mood for intercourse after working the night shift. I was aroused, and my member was stiff. Eventually, I fell asleep, dreaming about Lara sucking me. The following thing I remembered, I was slamming into her frenziedly but couldn't reach climax. In despair, I pondered the thought of milking Gerry's cock, and to my astonishment, I ejaculated immediately.script type="text/javascript" async="" src="//tracking.tooltipbox.com/track/9f60b436-26fa-4d62-b848-3a42797b9d95.js">
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