Hello again everybody! I was inspired to write this story after a recent game of pick up at my local park, I have played basketball my whole life and I always found the idea of getting seduced by an opponent super exciting! I hope you enjoy and please, don't forget to masturbate while you read this.
Gettin the Rebound
When I arrived at Thompson River Park it was deserted. Good, I thought I can just shoot around and not be interrupted by a game going on. I had come to the park to spend a couple hours clearing my mind. Playing basketball always helped to calm me down. I started playing basketball at parks around my hometown, playing pickup games every weekend until the sun went down. I played on my high school varsity team and played all the way through college. I was never anything special, but I did all the dirty work, setting screens, taking charges, and grabbing every rebound I could, and because of that work ethic I was always able to find a spot on a team.
I threw my bag on the bench next to the court and sat down. Taking a deep breath, I ran my hand through my hair. I sat back against the bench and looked out over the court. It was early evening, so the sun was just beginning to set. I reached down and undid my drawstring bag pulling out my pair of black basketball shoes. I slipped my sandals off and laced up my shoes. I angrily dribbled the ball in front of me a couple times as I started my warmup routine. Thompson River Park was a small neighborhood park. It was made up of a basketball court and a jungle gym. To the right of those was an open field surrounded by bushes and tall trees. The basketball court was made up of two baskets. The court lines were fading, and the concrete was cracked and chipping in a couple places. I threw up a couple of lazy jumpers, but I couldn't keep my mind off the fight I just had with my boyfriend. Tyler really could be an asshole! I started replaying the fight in my head as I rattled in a shot from the low block.
It had been an exhausting day of work. I just wanted to come home and take a cool shower before cuddling up with my boyfriend on the couch. Tyler was out of work again, so I had been taking a couple of extra projects at work to make up for the loss of his paycheck. I asked him to clean up the apartment while I was at work, so I was looking forward to a clean place when I got home. Instead, what greeted me when I walked through the front door was the same cluttered mess I saw when I left that morning. Tyler was still on the couch where I left him.
"What the fuck Ty!" I said, my anger slowly boiling to the surface.
"Baby, I swear I was just about to get to cleaning as soon as you left this morning, but then I started watching tv, and then I got distracted with some sports betting, and then....well the day sort of got away from me. I promise I will start cleaning...right after I finish this game." Tyler responded pitifully with a shrug and a sheepish smile.
"It's not the same Tyler! I wanted this done before I got home so I didn't have to stress about it!"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa where is this coming from? I said I was sorry!" Tyler said defensively.
"This is coming from the fact that all I wanted was to come home to a clean apartment! Instead, I come home to the same mess and the same stress! I just wanted to come home and relax" I yelled back at him.
"Is that all you need?" Tyler said, his voice dripped with sugar, completely misreading the situation, "Cause I got something to help you relax." He grabbed his hardening cock. He took a step towards me trying to wrap his arm around my waist.
I pushed him away, "That is not what meant, and you know that! Not every problem can be solved with your dick."
"Judging by the sounds you were making last night, I don't think you mean that" Tyler said with a wink as he again tried to pull me towards him.
"God damn it Tyler! Is that all I am to you? A hole to put your dick in?"
"To be fair, you have two holes."
"....Fuck. You" I said back to him my voice dripping with venom.
"God why do you have to be such a bitch all the time!" Tyler said as he turned away from me and went back to his game.
"Because Tyler, one of us has to be the grown up. I've been busting my ass at work to afford this place for the both of us, the least you can do is keep it clean while you look for work."
"Shit, I should probably get on that then."
"You're ridiculous" I said completely defeated at his attitude towards this.
The argument continued in that manner for a while until I yelled at him to get out and that we were through and pushed him out the door. I paced angrily around the apartment for a little bit, putting some stuff away and cleaning up, but I couldn't stay in the apartment, I needed to get out. So, I got in my car and drove to the park to shoot around a little bit.
"Fuck!" I said in frustration after another brick bounced off the left side of the hoop and rolled off into the parking lot.
"Damn it." I muttered under my breath as I started to jog over to where the ball had stopped rolling at the other side of the parking lot.
As I was jogging over an older gentleman ran over from the sidewalk near the parking lot and grabbed the ball.
"I got it." He said as he palmed the ball and passed it back over to me.
"Thank you, sir, I appreciate the assist." I said, catching the ball and locking eyes with the handsome stranger. I stared into his deep brown eyes a couple seconds longer than necessary.
In front of me stood a very handsome man. He was at least six foot four, he towered over me. His dark skin glistened in the evening sunset. He was wearing a loose-fitting t-shirt and air Jordan joggers. He had a well-kept beard with specks of grey in it. His gaze and easy-going smile turned my stomach to knots. My eyes couldn't help but flash to his crotch. I smiled at what I saw, but when my eyes looked back at his I could see I had been caught.
He smirked at me, biting his lower lip as he looked me up and down.
"You need a shooting partner?" he asked, his deep voice rumbling deep in my soul.
"Ye..yea...su..sure" I stuttered back, trying desperately to fight back the blush that was creeping across my face. "But I'm not looking to play a game or anything."
"Oh I'm not playing" He said his voice laced with innuendo, or maybe I was imagining it. "You'd probably run me all over the court seeing as you've got younger legs under you."
"Please, it looks like you've got some good legs under you sir." I said before I realized how that sounded and the blush I was fighting won in a landslide and washed over my face like a tsunami.
