gaystripstories: The sun was sweltering down on the blacktop, and whenever I stood still for too lon
gaystripstories: The sun was sweltering down on the blacktop, and whenever I stood still for too long, I felt the heat radiating up through my body from my feet. Despite all of that, we kept playing. Over the years, this friend group had formed over games of pick-up basketball. I’d been coming to the park for close to a decade now, and slowly, we formed a tradition- the six of us would meet for a game of 3 on 3 basketball every Sunday morning. The park was always deserted at this time, and so we had it all to ourselves. There was me, Darrell, Thomas, Manny, Rob, and Devin. We hadn’t even been playing for too long yet, when I passed the ball to Rob and realized my mistake. As he made the easy lay-up, I was yelled at by my actual two teammates. He’s not on our team, fuckass! Pay attention. Not my fault- I have sweat dripping in my eyes. Wiping my forearm across my brow, I surveyed the field. All of us were shirtless, and other than Thomas, we were all wearing black shorts. Manny, with his all over tan, was the only man without a look-alike on the court. I think we gotta go back to shirts vs. skins- I just don’t know who I’m passing to. We can’t- I’m the only one who even brought a shirt. Fuck- he was right. I’d run out the door carrying just a water bottle, jogging the mile to the park. Well, I don’t want to abandon the game… any options? Shorts vs. skins?Fuck off, Devin. We all laughed at his suggestion, but no one else had any ideas. Devin spoke up again.Dude, I’m serious- ever since I picked up that extra shift at work, this is my only time outside my apartment so I don’t want to waste it. I’m down to lose my shorts. Fuck it, no one has walked by the whole time we’ve been here- I’ll volunteer too. I tried to remember what underwear I was wearing, and with a quick peek, I saw that I was wearing black compression shorts which didn’t look too different than my actual shorts. I could wear those without embarrassing myself. I’ll join too- that makes 3. Darrell was already on my team, so we just had to switch Devin for Thomas and we’d be fine. Okay boys, strip off those shorts and let’s play. With a final glance at the empty sidewalk, I sucked in a breath and dropped my shorts to the ground before throwing them over to the benches at the edge of the court. Turning back around, I was met with Darrell’s and Devin’s cocks right in front of me. What the fuck guys?Dude, what part of shorts and skins didn’t you understand? Your undies look the same as your shorts. Well, I’m not stripping naked in the park. Fine, I’ll do it then. Before I could stop him, Darrell had snuck up behind me and pulled my underwear to the ground. Too dazed to fight back, I found myself stepping out of them even as the blush spread across my face. I’d known these guys for years now, but still, I wasn’t ready to be naked in front of them. And fuck, especially not in a public park. My shorts had been thrown behind me, and I was left standing there naked, watching Darrell’s massive ass wiggle as he ran to get the ball. Leaning over, I saw his cock peek through his legs before he was moving again, dribbling the ball across the court. The other guys seemed unfazed, but I was hyper aware of the cocks bobbing around in front of me. And especially mine as I willed myself not to get hard, not here and now. These guys probably knew that I was gay, but they still wouldn’t want to see me boned up because of their sweaty, muscular bodies. For the next thirty minutes, I somehow stayed mostly soft somehow. Even when Darrell jumped up for a rebound after my missed layup, and his cock slid down my forearm. Even when I defended Manny, and my cock bounced against the front of his shorts. Hell, I somehow lasted past Devin slapping my ass after I made a rare three point shot. I was in hell and ecstasy, but eventually, it had to come to an end when Manny had to head to church and pick up his kids from Sunday school. Same time next week?Yeah, except bring a shirt next time. Maybe I will, maybe I won’t…Devin got a water bottle thrown at him for that one, and I watched as the water poured over his washboard abs and drenched his dick. He gave it a tug to get some water off before pulling his shorts up and headed down the sidewalk. I walked over to grab my shorts, but they were missing. I turned around in a panic, but I saw them in Darrell’s hand as he stood there still naked. Come and get ‘em. The boys taunted me as I ran after him into the trees, but he didn’t make it far before I grabbed them. In his other hand, he had his bag and my water bottle. Listen, let’s not pretend that I didn’t see your eyes all over me during the game. I also won’t pretend that you don’t have a huge cock. So, I’m going to the bathroom over there to fill up my water bottle inside- do what you want with that information.I watched his ass as he walked still naked from the treeline, scanned the sidewalk, and walked into the bathroom. Seconds later, after I willed my brain to start working again, I followed him inside. Some things, like naked basketball, were worth the risk… Another great story from @gaystripstories ! And of you like it,consider checking out more of his work. Here’s a handy Twitter thread detailing his books. If one piques your interest, consider buying it and supporting our content creators. -- source link
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