Lakers vs Kings

By Antonio P

Published on Jul 8, 2002

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DISCLAIMER:

This story does not imply anything at all about the characters' sexuality. The events here exist only in the author's head, and are purely fictitious. This story is intended for mature audiences only and describes homosexual sex between consenting adults. If this is not your cup of tea, leave now! Then again, you would not have reached this far if you are not interested. Have a wonderful read! And remember, hit me up with your thoughts at antonio_4u@yahoo.com


It had been a very gruelling game! The Sacramento Kings gave the Lakers a good run for their money -- and nearly won. Certainly, this was one of the best games every played and the fans loved every minute of it, though a lot of people were very disappointed that the Lakers won instead of the Sacramento Kings. Anyway, tough luck.

Now, Kobe though he is elated that they have advanced - barely advanced that is - to the finals, is really sympathetic towards the Sacramento Kings. Had it not been the Lakers playing with the Kings, he would have wanted the Kings to be the victors. It was a very elatedly subdued Kobe that hugged Mike Bibby of the Kings for a good two minutes or more, crooning sympathetic words in his ears, patting him on the back, and congratulating him for playing such a superb and challenging game. Mike is good, but he was even better the last night of the seventh game with the Lakers.

Mike, despite his masculine demeanour, is very close to tears. After all, they have worked extremely hard, only to see their dreams dashed to pieces by the ever dominant Lakers. And the fact that Kobe was bear hugging him, almost choking him to death and saying all the sympathetic words to him didn't make it anyway easier. It's all he could do not to throw his arms around Kobe with wild abandon just let the tears of frustration, anger and disappointment flow.

"Hey my man Mike, I know how you feel man. We've been there before when we just started out," a supportive Kobe said. "Guess what though, me and a couple of my boys will be jamming tonight, and I would love if you would come hang with us!"

Mike's initial reaction was to say no, but after thinking about it, he realized it would be better to at least hang around the happy Lakers than his depressed team mates.

"Ok man. But can I also bring Chris along? I'm sure he wouldn't want to hang out with the rest of our gang. Besides, a lot of them will be going home to cry man."

"Oh yea, that's cool. We'll just hang, chill, tossed down a few beers and listen to some music. We won't be hanging with all the rest of our boys either as they will be going out to celebrate," replied Kobe.

"Where's the party at and what time?" asked Mike?

"At my hotel suite around 10:30."

"Forget the hotel room man. You are in my town, so I'll be the host," stated a somewhat brightened Mike. "Chris and I had really planned on kickin' it there anyway, so some company would be welcome, and I have a big living room to host all of you if I want to."

"That sounds tight my man. See you around 10:30ish then."


An elated Kobe trekked back to his locker to meet with his coach and team mates, and to answer a few questions from the bothersome reporters. He was thinking to himself that the reporters were always up in his face. But, he acknowledge, fame and popularity comes at a price.

He high-fived his fans, and briefly touched some of their hands his way towards the locker-room. He grinned to himself and wonder just how the people felt who touched his hands. His mind then went back to his prolonged hugging with Mike. Damn, for a white guy, he looks good, he thought to himself. He remembered a faint stirring in his loins while embracing Mike. Kobe is by no means gay, or even bi, but he has always been slightly curious about other guys, especially when they are hot as some of the guys he has played with, including his team members. And damn, some of them really got some humongous dicks.

His mind then flashed back to many showers he has had together with his team mates. Shaq had the biggest dick he has ever seen, one which he estimated to be around 10.5 to 11 inches. Some of the other Lakers had varying lengths - say between 7 and 9.5 inches. He also remembered the first time he saw Rick Foxx's ass. He couldn't help but to steal a second surreptitious look. It was round, very muscled, hairy with two mounds of firm ass-flesh. He had often jerked off fantasizing about having a circle jerk with all the Lakers. Of course, he kept all these thoughts to himself. After all, he really "digged" girls, and knew plenty were waiting to throw themselves at him. He has dug out so many tight little cunts with his medium thick 9.5" cock.......

All showered and on the bus heading towards the hotel the Lakers were staying, they were all in high spirits. Kobe went around chatting with his team members, as happy as anyone else. He finally sat down beside Derek Fisher, and squeezed his thigh affectionately.

"You cool man," he asked in a playful jovial tone.

"Yo nigga, this bro is cool man. I'm so happy man, I wanna celebrate."

"I know what you mean dawg."

"Hey, guess what," Kobe added as an afterthought, "you said you wanted to celebrate."

Derek nodded assent.

"Say, Mike invited me over his place to chill. I was planning on celebratin' at my suite anyway but when I invited him, he said I could just hang out at his place. You wanna hop on over there with me?"

"Man, why would you wanna hang out with Mike 'n' 'em man when you got your brothas right here celebratin'?" asked a puzzled Derek.

"Well," replied Kobe, "I spoke with most of the team members and they all got their different plans. If you've got plans, it's all good."

"No dawg, it's cool. I was just curious. I ain't got no definite plans, so I don't see why not."

"Great. I'll pick you up 10:15. I think we'll have a lot of fun."

"Fun doing what?" Shaq had a questioning look on his face, as he had overheard the conversation while passing by their seat.

"Oh hi man," chorused Derek and Kobe.

Derek went on to explain. "Kobe here is going to hang out with Mike at his place and he invited me along. I think I'll go."

"Oh," replied Shaq, "I thought we were supposed to hang out at your place tonight Kobe?"

"We'll still hang Shaq. It's just the venue that has changed. You still up to it?"

"Hell yea!"

"Cool man. Be ready by 10:15!"


Kobe, Derek and Shaq didn't arrive at Mike's place until approximately 10:55 that night. When they arrived, the guards at the front gate checked to see who it was. After asking for an autograph from the Laker ''ballers'', they were waved through the gate and directed up towards the front steps. Bright lights flooded the yard which showed up the recently mowed lawns and trimmed plants. From what they could make out, there were 3 water fountains in the shape of three kings sitting on their throne. Multi-coloured bulbs shone on the spiralling water. The hue from the different coloured lights gave the water a magical look, which was awesome, to say the least.

"Yo, check this out? This boy's got taste man. I like his crib," stated Fisher.

"Word" chimed in Kobe.

They proceeded along the driveway up towards the front. They saw two figures standing in the doorway. As they got closer, they realized it was Chris and Mike. Fisher, who was driving, parked the car close by and they all got out.

"We thought you had changed your mind about coming," called out Chris jokingly.

"Naw man, it was Shaq here who kept us waiting. He couldn't find his jersey," laughed Kobe. Chuckles burst from the lips of the other guys.

"Yo nigga, lay off ma case," grinned Shaq. He knew he looked good in his navy-blue jersey, trimmed with yellow and matching sweats. Kobe opted for red and white, and Fisher was in black silk shorts and a white long-sleeved t-shirt. They all wore matching custom-made Nike sneakers. Chris was also looking hot in his red and black jersey with matching sneakers. Mike, on the other hand, opted for a sleeveless shirt that really showed off his muscles, and cut off jeans, with a pair of backless Nike sneaker. A cap and gold chain completed his outfit.

All five of them greeted each other with brief hugs and pats on the back - all except Kobe who hugged Mike for a while longer enquiring about his feelings. They all trooped inside and shut the door behind them. If they were impressed with outside, inside was even more impressive. Mike's apartment gave off a very masculine air, with a deep red carpet, matching sofa and furniture made from mahogany. Off to one side was a bar, and a 60" flat inch TV in the middle of the room. Speakers with surround sound was turned down to a comfortable level, pumping out some DMX music. Some of the surprise must have shown on Shaq's face, because Mike remarked, "I love his music man. He keeps it real. And Chris here has really helped me to appreciate rap," he added.

They all grinned and headed for the bar. After grabbing some drinks, they settled down on the sofas placed strategically around the room and they started to chat about the basketball, the game on a whole, and eventually, the argument shifted to other sports. After about half an hour of chatting, the subject of DMX was brought up.

"By the way, did you know that R. Kelly was arrested?" asked Chris?

"For real man" enquired Kobe.

"Yea dawg. The word is that a video tape of him is out on the streets having sex with an underage chick," he went on to explain.

"Man, that's just tough luck for him man," added Shaq. "Being popular, girls just throw themselves at you."

"That's true," echoed Mike. "It's hard to fight off these girls, and some of them can be such chicken heads."

This incited another round of laughter.

"And," added Mike, cautiously dropping his voice a few decibels, "I don't know if this happens to you guys. But I've gotten some mail from queers too man. It's really weird!"

"It has happened to me too," stated Kobe, "but I just don't pay it any mind. I'd rather those muthafuckas don't but it can't be helped. Being popular - and goodlookin' - has its price."

"Hey man, quit talking about those people!" Shaq got up and went to the bar to pour himself another drink.

Following Shaq's reprimand, a rather uncomfortable silence settled over the group when Mike burst out laughing. They all turned and looked at him, a querying look on their faces. "You know what," he sputtered in between laughs, "I heard the funniest thing about you Shaq. It's rumoured that you have the biggest muthafucking cock among the Laker boys."

Shaq, not expecting this at all, growled, "Hey man, where'd you hear that." Despite his seeming anger at Mike's statement, he was proud of the comment. And besides, it's true.

Derek thought so too. "That's right nigga, u must have a 10-foot long cock."

And so did Kobe. "Yo, this boy right here would put an horse to shame."

Shaq had become quite embarrassed at this time by all this attention. Although he was proud of his size, he didn't want these guys teasing him about it. "Yall just jealous!" He grinned despite himself and sat down. Big mistake! With all the argument about Shaq's schlong, all eyes must have focused on his crotch area. As he sat down, there was an unmistakable bulge that protruded from Shaq's crotch, on account of his shorts riding up.

More laughter erupted. By this time, they had consumed quite a bit of alcohol and was feeling quite relaxed and open.

"Yow Shaq, I gotta see that dick to believe what I hear people talking about." Mike took another swig from his glass and stared at Shaq's bulge.

"Are you crazy dawg? No fucking way!"

"Come on," chimed in Kobe. "You not afraid to parade in front of all of us when you are showering."

"That's different," pleaded Shaq. "Yall like family."

"But there are only five of us here Shaq," retorted Koby.

"Anyway, I gotta take a leak. Be right back." Shaq jumped up, seemingly pleased to get out of the room.

He returned from the bathroom after about 5 minutes of pissing. As he came out, he sensed something was up but he couldn't think what it is.

"Hey guys, I am not going to show you my dick. Besides, I ain't queer. It just ain't gonna happen!" he stressed.

As he passed by Mike, he only felt when his sweats was pulled down, quicker than lightening.

He swirled to face Mike. "What tha f...."

Chris is really known for his speed. Shaq felt his boxers being pulled down. It was harder to pull down his boxers on account of his meaty ass, but a ripping sound soon took care of that. His hands automatically, but inadequately, attempted to hide his dick and balls. Koby was having none of it.

Thuuaaap! Koby's open palm connected with Shaq's bare mountainous mounds of ass meat, the sound resonating room. His hands automatically flew on his smarting ass cheeks. Chris and Derek whistled appreciatively. Koby grinned wickedly, and Mike could only do nothing but stare. Shaq was really embarrassed, but at the same time, he was secretly enjoying himself. He seem to have had an effect on these boys. Hell, they were impressed!

Shaq's dick was really everything they were told and more. It was about 7 inches soft and cut. The head was shaped like an helmet and veins run this way and that in a never-ending maze. The cock was about 6 1/2 inches in circumference.

The boys did not know if it was the attention or what, but all this staring seem to be getting to Shaq. His dick seems to be getting heavier. He had to do something, and quick before he got hard and being labelled for life as a fag.

"Yow dudes, showtime's up. Sorry." Shaq made a move to pull up his torn boxers and sweats.


Yo peeps, hope you liked the story. This is my first attempt. I know you are disappointed in having read the story so far and left hanging in the mid-air, but that's the plan. This story will be continued in subsequent episodes.

Let me know what you think of the story, as well as give me suggestions on how to continue, or how to improve. Don't be too hard on me, I am not a journalist - I'm into computers! My email address is antonio_4u@yahoo.com

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