I fuckin loved basketball season. Something about the playoffs jus get me hyped up every time it come around. Especially seein some of those niggas with the tight ass jerseys and shorts that cupped their booty so good. Seein those bulges bounce on and off the court turned me on harder than straight porn.
I was in the bleachers watchin my friend’s friend practice hoopin. The one I’m talkin bout is the finest one in the bunch. Arbonne Motherfuckin’ Henson.
Somethin about the way that man shoots and that lightskinned complexion. Those tattoos and that smile whenever he’s givin taunts at the other players.
Wish his ass could stare at me like that. He always gave me an August Alsina typa vibe, just less entangled.
Whenever he lifted his shirt, I saw a ripple of abs plastered splat on his hard body. He showed that V-cut too, another attractive trait I admired from his body. Fuck, I was startin to rise in the gym right beside my friend. He was steady talkin my ear off about his baby momma Hough-Tisha (yeah, her momma really named her Hough-Tisha but we call her Hoe-thee-shuh). I tuned him out tho and kept focusin on that sexy piece of caramel strollin the court. But forreal tho, I think I had to buss sum.
After the game, the boys headed to the locker room while Arbonne headed over here. He was talkin bout playin the game in his dorm after a while, invitin both my friend and me. I got so big of a rush of excitement that I could barely speak or utter the word, “Yes.” So l just stared and nodded like how I did when I was listenin to a Mexican.
Before he brought us to the dorm, he had to go dry himself off so he headed to the locker room. I was so horny | decided to tell my friend I needed to use the bathroom. In reality, I was jus gonna stroll the hall and take a peek of him changin. The moment I peeked around the corner, I seen him pull his shirtless with his shorts down, exposin some blue and yellow Ethika underwear. I seen that big ass print and my dick jumped. I mumbled the word, “Damn,” playin with my meat in my own gym shorts, gettin it big and warm in my palm. One of the other players almost caught glimpse of what I was doin behind the scenes and I ditched the scene before they could ever catch a hair grow on my asshole.
Still, I needed to bust after lookin at that body.
After a long ass while, we made it to the dorm room all good n shit. We played 2k18 instead of the latest one since Arbonne didn’t like the mechanics on the ’24 version. This whole time I looked at him play the game, and every time he mashed down on a button, the muscles in his arms would flex. Man, wait til they all fall asleep. I’m gonna need to use the covers a bit.
Another long ass while passed and my homie and Arbonne were passed out in the same bed. I dozed off a bit myself and woke up wit a night wood. It was dark as hell in the room, but I could see Arbonne’s gray shorts in the night. I wanted to feel on his print so bad, but I decided to just fantasize and work on my dick instead in Arbonne’s roommate’s bed.
Lookin at the floor, I saw the same basketball shoes he wore for practice today. It was those grayish-white Air Jordans and it looked like they were still fresh from Finish Line. I got off the bed and picked up one of those shoes. Took the biggest whiff and stroked my shit to the smell of them musty bustas.
My dick was gettin so wet full of precum as I stroked it up and down. I take a whiff, then stroke, take a whiff, then stroke harder. I was moanin silently, but they prolly couldn’t hear since my friend was snoring loud as fuck in the room. Next thing you know, I got this crazy thought in my head. One about fuckin the shit out of his shoe, makin it my little pocket pussy.
I went back to the bed and laid back. My dickhead inserted the shoe and I began pushin the shit up n down on it. The wetness of my penis combined with the soft fabric inside made the experience much better. It felt like a corduroy vagina or sum. I pushed that dick in faster n hard as fuck, makin the inside of the shoe moist. I could hear the head makin a squishin sound like the shoe was creamin. I moaned,
“Fuck, Arbonne. I want you so bad, baby.”
Just dirty talkin about Arbonne made me fuck the shoe harder, especially while lookin at him dozed off with his legs open. That very moment I was close as fuck to bussin my shit when I heard a phone ringtone go off. I dropped the shoe so fuckin fast on the floor and the loud thud of it woke the both of them up. Hell, it might’ve woken up the whole dorm too. I pulled the covers up, hid my dick in my shorts, and pretended like I just woke up from a nap.
Arbonne answered his phone with his deep ass voice, pullin down his shorts a lil bit. For sum reason, l nutted five good squirts in my underwear after watching him do that. His roommate gonna be mad as hell seeing my precum residue on his covers. But that shoe felt good though, and once we got done with playin, he slid that shit back on like nothin happened.
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