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***The following is a work of fiction*** The seats themselves weren't that great: the view of the basketball court was barely viewable, and I couldn't make out most of the players I was looking for, Nick Carter in particular. He was so fine, that was for sure, and as I sat in the bleachers watching for him I suddenly found my eye-candy. I squinted. So, it was he in that white undershirt (which exposed his fine muscles). He made a grand slam and they won the game! Nick Carter was playing for prize money he was going to donate to a local charity. The crowd, after an hour, crowded out of the gym after security guards had just about enough of all the girls throwing themselves at Nick, wanting autographs, and some wanting to grab his tight ass. I was one of the last people to walk out of the gym, when all of a sudden the score keeper approached me. "Hey! I'm sorry to do this, but are you going past Nick Carter's change room?" "Yes," I replied, a little anxious, even though I was going in the opposite direction. "Great! I know he wanted to keep this scoreboard as a souvenir. Could you deliver it for me?" The board was heavy and I was becoming kind of uncomfortable. I dropped it a couple of times walking up a flight of stairs and was laughed at. What the hell did I do this for, I thought? I contemplated bringing it back to the damn scorekeeper and telling him to fucking bring it to Nick himself, but I suddenly realized that I was going to meet Nick Carter. Hopefully my cock would behave itself and I wouldn't give in to my weakness. I finally reached his door and knocked gently. After a few minutes, Nick came to the door and smiled his sweet wet smile. "Is this for me?" "Ye-Yeah," I replied a little distracted. I was about four feet away from him and I could smell his sweat dripping down his chest and soaking into his white t-shirt. He drew a towel from behind the door and wiped his face. "Great. Oh, here let me help you with that," Nick said, grabbing the other side of the board. We both walked towards a sofa and placed it on its side. He moved over to the mini-refrigerator and offered me a beer, kicking the door closed. I wasn't able to think at this point. I was so nervous, and I was sweating, just like he was sweating in the gym shooting those hoops. I was beginning to feel even more dizzy: his room smelled of his b.o., and I saw that his dirty socks were lying on the ground. I looked at them briefly. "Thanks for bringing that up. I think the other guys will be glad I won," Nick said, smiling again. I looked back at the socks, this time wanting to steal them. "Do you play basketball? What's your name?" "Oh, um... my name's David. I don't play basketball." My erection began! Shit. He was interested in who I was. Nick walked over to the sofa and motioned for me to sit beside him. "I'm sooo tired," he whined, squeezing his neck. His hands were long and just a bit more than tender. They were rough. "Yeah, I could imagine. You were awesome out there. I didn't know you could play like that." "I'm a good player in many things," Nick said, suggestively, adjusting the bulge as discreetly as possible that was beginning to form in his baggy purple shorts. He put his hands through his greasy wet hair. God, I wish I could lick the sweat right off of him. "You live around here?" "No. I took a ride up here for four hours!" "Just to catch the game?" he asked. "Ye-ah," I answered. "Or was it to catch me--a star?" "Both, I suppose," I answered again. "You know, many people think that just because I'm a star, I'm different from everybody. It's just this feeling that I get. I'm not, though, not different from you. We probably share the same desires and fantasies... don't you think?" I didn't know how to answer. I said nothing. "Well, most people think they know me. You know, I would just like to do something once that was only because I wanted to do it. Discarding what my manager and everyone else says I have to be." "What do you mean, Nick?" That was the first time I said his name in front of him, and it came out weak, desperate. "I mean--," he looked down at his beer, swirling it and then placing it on the table. "I mean like this." Nick turned to me with a serious face and took my cold hands into his and placed it on top of his bulge. "Rub it?" I couldn't believe my ears and I couldn't believe how the smell of his body made me horny. I rubbed, obediently, as he closed his eyes. I rubbed soft, firm and with a gentle ease. I couldn't take my eyes away from his partially squinting face. I got to a point where I wasn't sure whether to stop rubbing him, or to move my hands INSIDE of his shorts, INSIDE of his underwear, and to proceed with MY fantasies. He took my hand up his shorts and then down through them. I could tell he liked to direct. He told me to place it there, without rubbing, and to wait for him to cum. He wanted to see if I could make him that horny, with just my hand cupping his cock. After about two minutes, he turned to me, smiled, and then some of his fine juices came squirting out. He told me to sip it, and I obeyed. It was the sweetest thing I ever tasted in my whole life. He then turned back to me, and with his muscular body leaning down on me, we lay face down on the sofa. He took my hands, glided them down the side of his body, and then up the side of his body, removing his sweaty shirt. He was so fucking sexy, and I felt his hard chest up against mine. We then proceeded to undress in that position, using our teeth, our hands, our feet and our chins. All the time, his warm breath was penetrating my lips and my nose. And I finally got to see his cock! Shit! It was huge, at least 10 inches. Pink, yet strangely tanned, and with a nice amount of dark brown pubic hair encircling it. It was breathtaking, and I was hoping it would take my breath away, literally. We removed everything, except our socks. Nick told me he liked to fuck with his socks on because it kept him hot and he liked the feel of greasy socks as he rubbed up and down legs. It made him feel dirty. We then kissed passionately, naked on the sofa, and he then moved his pelvis up my chest, gliding his penis up it, and to my face. I was still lying down with my head propped up by a leather pillow. On top of me, he inserted his penis into my mouth, and basically inserted and extended his cock by humping my head. He kept doing this, jerking his pelvis back and forth, jerking his penis in and out of my mouth, for about 2 minutes until a whole wad load of cum squirted into my mouth. He then paused, groaning, trying to re-focus, and I started to take on some of the action. I re-worked my lips around his cock, and bent my tongue to suit the bottom roundness of his penis, and I began to move my head in and out, in and out, in and out, causing him to yell out a couple of times, and causing him to grab the side of the leather sofa. At this point, our bodies were melted together. The leather sofa helped that out, and through our movements, friction heated our bodies. We moved steadily in our oral sex, his body going up and down. He then took his cock out of my mouth with his hands and stroked it in front of me. I pushed my body a bit further down the sofa until I was directly under his cock. More cum squirted out and it fell onto my face, my eyelashes and into my mouth. I laughed, like a little girl. In a sense, I was a little girl. I was playing. He then put his ass on top of my face and allowed me to take a few sniffs. The smell was a perfect blend of sweat, feces and farts. Whoof! He moved his ass up and down my face. I felt like a dog, and I loved it. He then got a bit tired and lay back down on the other side of the couch, closing his eyes gently. Damn, he was he going to sleep?! I moved up his hard, sweaty body and to his mouth where we kissed again, his warm tongue penetrating every single spot in my mouth. My hands, during this, would glide up and down his chest, like he was a gold medal that need to be shined. And he indeed WAS gold. We then switched positions quickly: I was back on the bottom, and he was back on the top. Nick was obviously ready to play master again. He propped my leg on his shoulder. "Now, I'm gonna fuck you, baby, hard, and it might hurt, baby." "You're going to anal me?" I asked, hopelessly. "Yeah. Hard and I'm gonna keep it in there for half an hour!" Nick laughed sweetly. "Aren't you going to use a condom? Or lubrication?" I blurted out, surprised. "No. Keep it real, keep it real. Now, hush, and I'll show you what real is." He pushed his penis into my anus, with only a half success. "Oh, Nick, fuck!" He took it out again, frustrated and cursing, and ground it into my small hole again. This time, his penis was inserted instantly into my ass and it hurt for about the first five minutes as he "broke it in". After those five minutes, his cock felt good. I could literally feel a steady amount of cum squirting into my butt. His cock had lots of cum supply, that was for sure, and I was more than happy to be the one to receive it. As I looked up, a bit groggy from his humping, I saw his sweet face, his golden hair all wet like the light from above. He was heaven, and his penis in me for 30 minutes was what heaven was. He then took his long cock out, after 30 minutes, and placed my legs back down. I looked down at his penis. It was a bit purple, and so was his face, but he smiled again, pleased with himself. I was feeling that tingly feeling in my legs, the way when your legs and feet feel like there are 1000 needles pricking into them. I didn't mind though. I liked the rush and I felt it was due punishment for having a good time. Nick moved up over my body and he began to suck on my neck, gently caressing my penis, which was smaller than his. When I woke up from that 3-hour sex session, Nick was still on top of me, watching me sleep. "What time is it?" I asked, sniffing in his breath. "It's almost 7:00," he smiled, rubbing my thigh. He took my hand and sucked on the fingers for a minute, and then softly cupped it back onto his cock, as if that was where it belonged. "I gotta admit something. I was watching you in the bleachers when I was playing, and I asked the scorekeeper to get you to come up here. I was going to lay you down, even if I had to rape you. I noticed you, baby, before you even realized it." "You planned this?" I asked, weakly. I was sooo glad my cock DIDN'T behave itself. "Yes, baby, and I'm gonna get out my night planner and set more dates."