The BasketBall Court
by the KING of Erotica dapharoah69 Copyright
I wrote this for yall, off the dome.

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I was driving up Palm Drive, headed for Princeton park. I was going to take the short cut to Homestead through the neighborhood. I didn’t normally go this way but traffic along 112th Avenue was horrendous, since they opened a new school and tore down nearly every tree to build new communities and a CVS drug store.

I signaled left when I approached the four way stop and I braked. Coming to a complete stop I let a man driving a Ford go ahead of me, since he was in a rush. Fucking Cubans, I tell you. Making the left I approached the park and noticed the plethora of dope boy, thug niggahs and regular pretty boys playing basketball on the court. So many cars out here it looked like a free concert.

A few niggahs were bar-be-queing and I decreased in speed, taking in the legions of honeys prancing by with tight coochie huggers and halter tops, weave out of this world and high heels, looking sexy. I rolled down the window, came to a halt and said, “Hey, girl.” One of them looked with a smile. “Sup, baby, can a niggah get a moment of your time?”

She walked over to my car sucking a lollipop suggestively. “Sup, Pa. What’s going on with you?”

“I’m chill, try’na see what’s good with you. How about taking a ride with me.”

“Come on, Brenda,” her friend said with an attitude.

“Wait girl, I got this. Give me your number, Pa. I’ll meet up with you after the game.”

She leaned into my face and kissed my cheek. I looked at her with a sly smile. Yea. I pulled Hoes like that.

I took her cell and typed my number in, saving it under Pimp Daddy.

“Pimp Daddy. I like that.”

“You do. I like those pretty titties, Ma. Damn, making my mouth water.”

“Well call me in about an hour.”

A car was honking at me. I slowly mashed the gas pedal and before I could pass the park I noticed a sexy man looking my way. Signaling right, I turned onto some side street, parked by a green SUV with the spinning rims and I cut the engine.

I was enjoying the game. Sexy niggahs clad in basketball shorts of assorted sizes. Sticking to their sweaty asses, what a pretty sight. So much dick was jumping, jumping I thought I was at the meat store about to order Plan #7, the most exspenive one. Part of me was in an outrage because I wasn’t gay, so why was I sitting here looking at the boys like that? Getting aroused when one of them slapped another’s ass and that booty bounced. Goddamn. My dick was brick.

Some had their shirts off. I saw beer guts wobbling on the elder ones, and tight chests and killer abs on some of the younger ones. They talked shit loudly, a couple dudes looked they were beefing. I found it funny. I turned on the radio and chilled, smoking a Kool cigarette.

A tall dude with long dread locks pulled into a rubber band made the game winning shot. Swish. Nothing but net. His fade away was admirable. People slapped his ass and he slapped palms, walked over to the bleachers to grab his towel and a water jug, and he walked towards me.

I froze.

His swagger killed me, so masculine. People called his name and he spoke with a smile. He was about 6 feet 8, his feet looked a size 15. He didn’t wear underwear and that snake slithered all over his thigh. He looked me directly in the eyes, licked his lips absent-mindedly then grabbed his dick, pulling on it as if to free it and when he released it..thumped against his thigh with a jerk that made me get harder. He was packing better than Vienna sausages.

Disgruntled about the entire situation, I pushed down on my dick and bit my tongue to bring myself pain so it could deflate.

Why was gay shit on my mind? I had never been with a dude in my life, never even thought about it. I detested punks, didn’t want ‘em around me, for me or doing shit to me. I didn’t listen to gay songs, I didn’t wear any color that made up the Pride rainbow coalition, if you wanted to call it that and I damn sure could pull hoes.

He was closer. Dick bouncing. Still looking at me.

Turning on Bob Marley, I closed my eyes so hard I thought I snapped a migraine I didn’t know I had in the base of my medulla. I counted to ten. One Mississippi…two Mississippi…three. When I got to ten my dick was getting soft. Good. Opening my eyes I was shocked to see homeboy sitting on the hood of my $23,000 automobile. Watching another basketball game in progress. He was cackling on his cell phone, like he didn’t have a care in the world. The sun was about to set. The trees all around me began shaking branches because the breeze picked up. Mesmerized me with this Greek God on my hood. Fine motherfucker. Nah, niggah. Take that back. You didn’t look at men and think they were fine. That’s crazy, something was wrong with you.

What did I do? Niggahs down south were a crazy breed and would shoot you quick it you got jiggy with it.

I studied him as I continued to breathe deeply. My body tinkled and my nipples hardened. Sweat trickled down his back (a huge tattoo of a dragon covered almost the entire length of his back) and was running into the crack of his magnificently shaped butt.

My boy called me again and I answered. “Dawg, where are you? I’m about to go if you don’t hurry up and you can catch me tomorrow.”

“Niggah I got caught up, just wait for me, please, dawg.”

I hung up and blew my horn. He looked back at me with a smile, bringing the phone from his lips. They were parted, showing off the gleam of his clean-looking pearly white teeth. Good hygiene, Ow, baby!

“Mind getting your big ass off my goddamn ride, dawg? Fucking up my paint job.”

He spoke into the phone and hung it up, walking around to my car door. I looked at him and he looked at me, his dick all in my face. T V-shape dipped into the shorts just the way I loved. Hell, it was then I realized why I loved watching ESPN so much: for the fine men.

He knocked on the window.

I didn’t roll it down. I reached under my seat for my piece (my shiny pistol).

He knocked again and I rolled it down. He greeted me with a smile.

“Sorry, dawg. I didn’t know someone was in here.”

I felt like shit. So he didn’t notice me, and he wasn’t looking into my eyes. Oh, well. Good. Now I wasn’t horny anymore. I was clearly embarrassed.

“No, problem.”

“You see my game winning shot, nice fade away, huh?” he asked, extending his hand. “I’m Gerald.”

“Sup, Gerald, that was pretty hot.”

“That’s my SUV right there you’re parked next to.”

“Really? So you prop your big ass on my ride?”

“Yea, dawg. Can I sit in there with you. Lemme ask you something.”

Hell, yea. But I down played it, couldn’t give him a big head, no pun intended.

“Sure.”

He opened the passenger side door and got in my ride. He looked like a sardine in a can, put he let the seat back. He was breathing uncontrollably, his abs flexing, turning me on. I rolled back up the window, crank the car and turned on the AC.

“Thanks, homie.”

“No problem.”

“So where are you from? And are these police tints on your ride? Aren’t they illegal?”

“I’m from here. Yea, they’re police tints.”

“Hell, I know. I am a cop, I was asking.”

A cop? Oh, Lord. And I got a gun in my ride. I got a little fidgety.

“Don’t arrest a niggah.”

He looked at me, studying me. “I’ma be real with you. I think you’re kinda fly.”

“And I guess you’re the can of Raid.”

He laughed, patting my knee. “You got jokes.”

“And you got dick.” I covered my mouth, averting my face. I wanted to run. “Sorry, dawg that didn’t come out right.”

He was looking at me seductively, rubbing his big dick. I shook with fear because I was about to branch off into the unknown and I wanted it, welcomed it. Up until this point my life had become pretty familiar. Get up every morning. Shower. Cook eggs and grits. Make up my bed, tidy the room. Go to work. Call Mama. Deal with bullshit people and my crummy boss. Go on lunch. Buy something. Go back to work. Clock out hours later. And drive home. If I wasn’t tired maybe I’d masturbate.
He leaned up to me, those thick lips inches from my quivering ones. He kissed me, looking in my eyes, giving me some tongue. Slow tongue. I was holding his dick, squeezing it.

I pulled it out, going for the juggler. I went down on him, running my tongue all over it. It was a pretty dick; I never knew it could look so appealing to the senses. I didn’t know what the hell to do, I just did what came to mind. I sucked on the head and he cooed. Grabbing my head he was all about taking his time. He smelled good, I smelled the product of his hard labor on the court. I took another rinch of dick into my mouth, carful not to get my teeth on it but I was new to the game, it happened anyway.

“You never sucked dick, dawg?” he asked, amused and turned on. His eyes sparkled.

“No.”

“Take your time, homie. Take all the time you need on my dick.” He was grinning. “Damn, I’m your first. That’s hot, dawg…”

I took my time, working it, needing it and feeling it. After about ten minutes he locked up, and said, “Baby I’m about to cum.”

He took his dick from my mouth, grabbed me by the little hair I had, turned my face to the side of the head of his passion and he came all over my face, motioning his dick all over my closed eyes, nose and chin.
I felt his slick tongue on my face, licking it up. He sucked my closed eyes, chin and nose, swallowing his own come.

Goddamn that was hot.

“I’m not done with you yet,” he said with a smile.

I didn’t want him to be done either.


He was rubbing my thigh, trailing his huge hand up to my dick. Gripping it through the pants, he pulled it out and begins chopping me up, slowly working his jaws and tongue. I wanted to die. A man had never given me head.

He was moaning just the way I liked sensually, low and barely audible. He played with my nuts and I love the way he smelled. Gucci cologne mixed with sweat.

He deep throats my dick, taking it to the tonsils.

“Damn, dawg.”

He looked up at me and said, “I’m going to unlock my SUV. Go get in it and wait for me.”

With the quickness, I did so. When I closed the door to my car he unlocked his. I got inside, thankful it was huge in here and took into account homeboy had the best of all worlds in here. Porn movies. DVD screens. A PS3 hooked up in the back. A full bar in the back seat. He had the far back seat taken out and a little bed was in place of it. Baller shit.

About two minutes later he gets in the car and told me to get on the bed. I did so. He locked the car and didn’t worry about people looking because everyone was focused on the game and we were a hundred feet or so by the trees. No one saw us.

He had tints and curtains hanging. I loved it.

He took off his shorts, the dick dropping with gravity and left the Jordans on. He got in the back with me and got in the doggy style position. He handed me a condom, a Durex. I paused, scared a little bit. Homeboy had a nice ass and damn his brown rosebud looked so appealing. Since I ate the Hoes before I ate him, running my tongue along the crevices, spreading his cheeks and he moaned. He loved it. He shookl that ass on my slick tongue. I was slapping his ass cheeks, getting possessive.

My dick harder than ever, I took off all my clothes, butt booty naked and I put on the jimmy. I asked him was he relaxed.

“Yea, dawg. Do the damn thang. I got a wife to go home too.”

I slid up in his tight hole, captured by the feeling. It felt so sensational I felt better than any woman ever made me feel. He was biting the little red pillow, grippign the mattress, throwing that ass on my dick. I gave him all nine inches.

“Damn. Boy. Damn. Baby. Take that shit, dawg.” He was los tin my rhythms, we climbed the mountain together looking for the spring so we could drink our lust and reenergize our stamina and fall over into a blanket of ecstacy.

His ass jiggled all over me, the motion hypnotizing me. Homeboy was throwing it as hard as I gave it. I straddled the booty and I crawled through this tall niggah, something opening up inside of me I couldn’t grip, I couldn’t see or understand because it understood me and I didn’t understand it and before I could react, my body jerked as a sudden burning, delightful pleasure overcame me. It crawled my spine, Licking my lips LLCoolJ style, I grabbed his dreads and pulled like reigns on a horse. I was slapping his ass with my left hand, making him take it.

“You like this dick.”

“I love that dick, damn.”

“I’m going for the two points in the paint.”

“You got three seconds.”

“Two seconds…I’m about to nut, dawg!”

For the first time in my life I came in the condom, inside a man I would never see again. When it subsided, I lay spent and homeboy took the condom, wiped my cum all over my dick and he began chopping me up. Sweating hard, I thought to myself, “Hell, yea ole boy a freaky bitch.”

My dick was ultra sensitive, but he got it up and he worked it out.

Closing my eyes I ignored Mack’s ringtone as my phone came to life again.

I would never tell Mama or the boys about this.

I was officially on the DownLo.

Officially.