All day long I was hard and distracted. I would think about Boner Boy and my throat would go dry and my palms would sweat. I was in fear that I would see him in the halls and somehow give myself away. But at the same time, I was ever so eager. I couldn't wait for the day to end.
As I pulled up in front of his house, I almost chickened out. In fact, I circled past his place once before I finally got the nerve to park. But my dick wouldn't let me run away.
When he came to the door, he was still wearing the preppy A&F shirt he had on at school. He seemed surprised to see me. "Oh, hey," he said. "I didn't know you meant today."
I don't know what I had been expecting. Did I really think he was going to come naked and hard to the door? Whatever my subconscious hope had been, it threw me for a loop to see him looking and acting so normally. I could barely stutter out a greeting. Then we stood there for a moment.
"So, what did you want to do?" he asked finally. Was there a dirty undertone to his voice? Or was it all in my head? I started thinking that the whole thing had been a complete mistake. Maybe he was just some guy who had thrown wood at the wrong time, and not the lust-crazed maniac my mind had made him up to be. Maybe the only lust-crazed maniac was me.
"I don't know," I heard my own voice say. "Shoot some hoops?"
He gave me a look. "You really came over here just to shoot hoops?"
I laughed nervously. "Of course! What else would I be here for?"
"But I thought you twisted your ankle."
"Oh, it's almost healed now," I said. "I just can't run on it."
He stared at me for a moment more, and then shrugged. "Okay," he said. "Wait out here, and I'll get changed."
What followed was the longest two minutes of my life. I almost broke and ran, except it would have meant a new set of tough questions to answer. Instead I stood there looking awkward as visions of sex and humiliation roamed alternately through my mind. At one point, I glanced down and realized to my horror that I was rubbing my still hard dick through my pants. I was basically masturbating myself in full view of the street in broad daylight. I must be losing my mind.
"What did you want to play to?" said Boner Boy as he came through the door. He was dressed in an old Knicks jersey and tight shorts.
"Huh?" I said.
"Fifteen or twenty-one?" said Boner Boy.
"Um... twenty-one, I guess," I said.
I don't remember if I made a single shot in the game that followed. I know I was playing terribly. For one thing, my ankle was acting up. For another, all I could think about was his body being so close to mine. Basketball isn't normally much of a full-contact sport, but it seemed like we were making it one... was it me, or was it him, rubbing up against the other?
"Game."
"What?" I said.
"Game," said Boner Boy. "That's twenty one."
"Oh," I said. "Um, do you want to play again."
"Hell no," said Boner Boy.
"Yeah, neither do I," I said.
"So what do we do now?" said Boner Boy. I shot a quick glance down at his shorts. True to his name, he was bulging them out. Just seeing his hard dick outlined against the nylon gave me new courage.
"I'm pretty... um, sweaty," I said casually. "How about a shower?"
Boner Boy's forehead wrinkled.
"Um, okay, I guess," he said, as I followed him inside.
"There's a shower down here," he said. "I guess I'll go take one upstairs."
"Why don't we take one together?" I said. He shot me a crazy look, and I started to backpedal.
"I mean, we're on the same team. I mean we used to be. Showered together all the time. No big deal, save time and water, right? I mean, if you don't want to..."
He gave me another look, amused this time, as if he was trying to figure me out.
"No, that's okay. Um, I guess we better go upstairs then."
The upstairs bathroom was large and bright. Boner Boy reached over to turn on the water, and then tugged off his shirt. He had a completely hairless chest, and an impeccable six-pack.
"So," he said. His voice seemed to have gotten deeper.
"Yeah, guess we better get our clothes off," I said, as I suited action to words.
Boner Boy sighed softly, and pulled off his shorts. His stubby dick sprung up, hard and free, just like I remembered it. "Well, there it is," he said softly. "Is this what you wanted to see?"
Covering my own burgeoning errection futilely with one hand, I leapt into the shower, and let loose with a burst of inane chatter.
"I think the team's gonna make state this year. I'm not the only one injured, but we have a lot of good players still left, and..."
My voice trailed off in to nothingness, as Boner Boy stepped into the steaming hot water next to me. It was much more close and intimate than the school showers had ever been. It was almost impossible to avoid skin-to-skin contact... or the electric shock that came with it.
We stood there for a moment, face to face, water pounding down on us from above, and our hard dicks quivering towards each other, with barely an inch between their tips. Then Boner Boy slowly and deliberately turned around.
"Can you wash my back?" he said, as he arched his neck. "It's hard for me to reach."
He backed up until my dick was poking against his buttcheeks, but never said a word. So I grabbed the soap and began massaging his shoulders. The sensation was so erotic I felt like I was high, like I was in an altered state of consciousness. He moaned softly as I moved my hands lower and lower until at last I was playing with his little rosebud, within his tight round ass. As I worked my finger in and out, he bent forward and braced himself against the shower wall.
I could wait no longer. Soaping up my dick, I pushed myself inside. He was tight, but my dick was so hard I could have penetrated a stone. He let out a groan, and I heard another voice moan at the same time, and realized it was my own.
But then, just as I was getting into my rhythm, there was a noise like a door slamming.
"Stop!" said Boner Boy. "There's someone in the house."
I paused mid-thrust. Now that he mentioned it, I could hear it too... footsteps moving around.
"Shit, it's my mom!" said Boner Boy. "She must have gotten home early. Quick, you gotta get dressed. I can't let her find me like this. She almost caught me giving head to Mack last week."
For a moment I thought about pulling out, but my dick was still itching, and it felt too good where I was. Instead, I started thrusting my hips again.
"Stop!" said Boner Boy, "what are you doing?" His butt went all tight, but that just made the feeling better, and I started slamming him harder.
"You gotta quit!" said Boner Boy. "Uh!" He began wiggling around, trying to get away, but again, that just made it better and better to me, as I pinned him against the wall. His cries of protest faded away as he began moaning and panting, and I pounded into him, harder and harder until I shot what seemed like a gallon of cum up into his gut. At the same time, his own dick exploded, spraying semen all over the inside of the shower. When I finally pulled out, and he looked at me, I couldn't tell if the look on his face was the aftermath of pain or pleasure.
"Please," he said. "Please get dressed."
I rinsed off and turned off the water. For some reason, even though I had just finished screwing my basketball teammate up the ass, I didn't feel the slightest bit guilty or in a hurry. Boner Boy was already dressed by the time I had finished drying with his towel. He slipped out the door as I was putting my sweaty clothes back on, and I heard his voice in the hallway.
"Oh hi, mom! You're home early."
"Just had to pick up the presentation I forgot here this morning. Are you all right dear? You look flushed."
Like an asshole, I picked that moment to stride out of the bathroom, still shirtless, with Boner Boy's towel over my shoulder. His mother, a little mousy-looking blonde, gave a little shriek, and Boner Boy shot me the most evil look I had ever seen.
"Oh," he said, his voice cracking. "This is my friend from the basketball team. He dressed dropped by to shoot some hoops."
"Yeah," I said, shaking her hand heartily. "He kicked my ass on the court. But I got him back, though." I slapped him hard on the ass, and he jumped. I could see the hidden panic in his mother's eyes, as she desperately tried to believe her son wasn't a fag.
"He's just leaving," said Boner Boy. "He wanted to shower before he went home."
I gave him a wink as I sauntered out the door. "We'll have to do this again sometime."
Will the asshole narrator get his comeuppance? Find out in "Things Get Nasty," the next exciting installment of JV Stars.
You may also enjoy: farmboys and ghettoboys /gay/interracial/farmboys-and-ghettoboyz/ day of the boner /bisexual/highschool/day-of-the-boner/ the virgin /gay/interracial/the-virgin/
I love fan mail, so please send it, and if you're over eighteen (and under 30) send me a pic too.