“I bet you I could make this shot full court.”

I placed my hands on my knees as the sweat poured from my brow.

“Yeah right,” I panted. “You do that and I’ll eat my shoe.”

He grinned and with ease tossed the ball into the air. I stood up and watched the ball glide across the court. It headed straight for the basket. There’s no fucking way, I thought to myself. The ball danced around the edge of the hoop before falling through the netting.

“Oh yeah!” Marcus jumped up and down. “I hope you like the taste of sweaty hi-tops.”

He ran towards me. I covered my face with my hands as his arms wrapped tightly around me. I could feel his pecs hard against my knuckles. What an ass, I thought; leave it to Marcus to make such an impossible shot.

“Ok,” I said pushing away from him. “Alright, you’re good. You’re the best.”

I dropped to my knees and waved my hands in worshiping motion. He laughed and put his hands on his hips. I knew payback was coming and I could only imagine what was going through his naughty little head. He sauntered over to me, his smile bright and wide. I could see the outline of his cock bouncing inside his basketball shorts.

“You know you owe me now right?”

I stretched out on the cold gym floor. He walked up to me and stood with his legs on either side of my worn out body. He was directly over my face. I could peek inside his baggy shorts to see his large cock looming before me. His hairless balls hung heavy with his sweet juice.

“What do you have in mind?” I asked. “I hope you don’t think we’re going to do something here. Someone could catch us.”

“Shhh.” He crouched down and placed his finger on my lips. “It’s the weekend. No one ever comes here on the weekends.”

He was right, but I still didn’t want to take that chance. He got on his knees, his bulge inches from my face. I could see it getting hard, creating a tent. My mind told me I shouldn’t, but I was too aroused to think straight. He grinned. He knew he had me right where he wanted. I pulled myself up on my elbows with his hardness so close I could almost taste it. I opened my mouth and reached for him; I wanted to suck on him through the sweaty fabric.

“Oh no,” he said getting up. “You’re not getting off that easy.”

I sat up and looked at him confused. Usually oral was his favorite thing. He loved the way I went down on him. He always said I was the only white boy who could go down on his ten inches with ease.

“No baby,” he said. “I want something I’ve been asking for a while now.”

I shook my head no. I knew exactly what he was talking about. He had been after me for weeks now trying to get me to jack off for him. He had gotten into such a voyeur kick lately. All he talked about was watching other people have sex.