It was a cold, icy morning so I made my way down to the local rec center. I enjoyed playing pick-up basketball even though I wasn't very good at it. At 5"6 and 120 lbs, I didn't have much to offer in the athletics department but I enjoyed the cardio.
The best part of the rec center was Tori. She worked the check in desk and was a rocket. Tori never gave me the time of day but just seeing her was energizing. I scanned in and made my way to the court.
There were 7 other guys warming up and I made small talk with a few of them. Scott and I had played before so I shot around with him. Scott was 6"1 and shredded and made the sport look easy. After a few minutes, Scott and others suggested we get the game going. It would be full court, four on four. Scott said he'd pick one of the teams and Rick agreed to pick the other.
Rick was a prick. He was always talking shit and telling people how much better he was. Rick was 6"3 and had the body of a God. He clearly worked out often as his abs pushed through his tight shirt and his thick legs appeared to be testing the toughness of his thin short fabric.
Scott picked me, last of course, and the game got going. Rick was ruthless every time I touched the ball..
"Go ahead and shoot Chris, you're so trash."
"Another miss Chris, you really suck."
"Chris is shit. Too tiny for this game."
My team was getting killed and I was getting frustrated. Scott passed me the ball and Rick was guarding me. I put my back to him and tried to back him down. For some reason, Rick put his hand on my ass. I thought nothing of it but then he whispered "Damn you suck at basketball but you got a fine little ass."
I turned to shoot and missed badly. Rick didn't say anything but smiled at me. The game continued and it seemed every time I touched the ball Rick would rush over to guard me and place his hand on my ass. "Hey Chrissy, maybe next time you can be on my team." I missed again.
One of the other players got the rebound and threw it to Rick. Rick was set for a wide open layup so I ran as fast as I could to try and stop him. As he jumped towards the hoop I jumped to try and stop him. My face collided with his shorts and I felt what I thought to be a large cock through his shorts. Rick went tumbling to the ground and began yelling and holding his ankle. Fuck, I didn't mean to crash into him and hurt him.
"Fuck, it's twisted. Oh man. I gotta get home and ice it." Rick looked to be in agony.
Rick tried to stand but hit the floor. I rushed over as I apologized and offered to help. Rick stood and leaned on me as he put his right arm around me. I tried to hobble him to the locker room but Rick pointed at a gym bag and told me he'd shower at home. Rick was sweaty and was dripping one me but I felt bad for causing the injury.
I walked Rick to the lot.
"Guess I'll just wait for the bus." Fuck, Rick didn't have a car and I didn't want to leave him here. I offered to drive him and Rick and I hobbled over to my Civic. I helped Rick get in and walked around to the driver's seat.
When I sat in the car I saw Rick had leaned his seat back and had closed his eyes. His body seemed to be glistening. I looked down and noticed the outline of his cock through his shorts. It was huge. I was trying to figure out what was cock and what was clothing when Rick spoke..
"Hey can you take me home or do you just wanna stare at my cock all day."
I started the car but said nothing. I could feel my face turning red. It was weird, I had never had sexual thoughts about guys before but the whole 10 minute drive to Rick's I thought about his cock. Was it hard? Did it get bigger?
I pulled in to Rick's driveway and turned the car off. I assisted with getting Rick out of the car and asked if there was anyone home to help him.
"Nah Tori will be at work for another 6 hours so just me."
I hadn't known Tori was seeing Rick. I should have been jealous but the first thought to come to mind was how much she probably enjoyed his big cock. I shook my head to get rid of the thought and helped Rick inside.
Rick pointed to the couch and I helped him sit down. I offered to get Rick some ice and went to the freezer. I filled a sandwich bag with ice and went back to the couch. Rick was now sitting with his legs on the couch. I handed him the ice.
"Hey this is gonna sound weird but I don't wanna sit in sweaty clothes all day. Can you grab my pajama pants from my room?"
I walked to the bedroom and grabbed the pants from the bed. Back at the couch, Rick struggled to stand.
