Ball Handling Heat, Sweat, and Seduction: Scoring Off the Court - Part II

Double the balls, triple the thrills: Rick, Logan, and Chace unite in a sweaty showdown of strength, stamina, and brotherhood!

Get in the game: Start with Part 1 for the full ball-busting experience before diving into Part II's steamy sequel.

Logan had placed an order for dinner, a clear reflection of our culinary ineptitude. This wasn’t just any dinner. Logan was determined to impress Rick. His goal…more high-profile clients. 

The doorbell chimed. I glanced at the clock and noted we still had an hour before dinner. “Just a second!” I hollered, padding down the steps.

“Order for Mr. Logan,” the delivery guy, cute and familiar, announced with a smile.

“Right this way.” I gestured for him to enter. His plump ass caught my attention. After double-checking to ensure we got everything, I paid and tipped the hottie.

“You don’t remember me, do you?” he said dryly.

I plucked a baby carrot from the veggie tray. “Should I?” I asked, furrowing my brow as I considered his question.

“My bad, you looked familiar,” he replied, approaching the door. 

As I walked him out, I couldn’t help but steal another glance at his assets. “Wait, do you go to State? Birthmark on your inner thigh that looks like a face?” I asked, propping myself against the door.

He nodded, a slight grin playing on his lips. “Now you remember,” he said with a smirk.

“I didn’t recognize you with the cap and…clothes. How could I forget you?” I replied with a friendly smile, remembering all ten curved inches.

He adjusted his cap, turning it to the left. “Never got that call.”

“Yeah, about that…” I began, struggling to find the right words.

“It’s cool. It is what it is. I just thought you were different.”

“What could have given you that impression?” I asked, curious. “Dude, we were both wasted, just having fun. No-strings.”

“Could’ve at least returned my calls. And for the record, it wasn’t a one-night thing. We hooked up the next night, too.” His voice conveyed a hint of frustration, making it clear that there was no easy way out without appearing like a jerk.

“Damn. I messed up. I’m an asshole.” I extended my fist for a fist bump, hoping to mend and get another shot at that ass.

“Enjoy your dinner, asshole.”

Damn, I should’ve called. The dude has an onion booty.

“Damn, this barbecue is off the charts. You’ve gotta spill the beans on your secrets—this meat melts in your mouth,” Rick raved, his tongue sneaking out to catch the last dribbles of BBQ sauce from his fingers.

“The secret’s a surprise, alright,” I said, grinning like a kid with a secret candy stash.

“Is that so?” Rick’s eyes twinkled, his gaze lingering on me.

“Logan, you keep up with the game?” Rick turned to Logan, shifting the focus for a moment.

“I catch it when I can. The lawn business keeps me busy, but my boy, Chace, he’s a big fan,” Logan replied, giving me a solid pat on the back.

Rick’s gaze slid back to me, then up to Logan, a silent conversation passing between them.

“I always wanted to play, never had the height,” I admitted, pausing to take a bite of mac and cheese.

Rick seemed to be sizing me up. “Height’s just one part of the equation. You look like a spry young man. How’s your ball handling?”

My brow quirked. “I could use some pointers, especially from a pro like you.”

He glanced back up at Logan. “Maybe a little 2-on-1 action,” Rick said with a half-grin, motioning up from his chair, his crotch at eye level, inviting me in.

“I better check on dessert,” Logan exited quickly to the kitchen.

“Is this an invitation?” I playfully reached to unzip Rick’s pants. 

“It’s whatever you want it to be,” he smiled. “Where’s The Head?” Rick asked with a mischievous glint in his eye.

I motioned up from the table. “Follow me.”

We reached the top of the stairs and pushed open the door to the bathroom. “It’s all yours,” I smiled, pressing my chest to Rick… our lips mere inches from his.

“Is that right?” he said, closing in. His presence exudes warmth like a furnace as he fills the door frame. 

Clearing my throat, I offered a nonchalant smile. “My room’s just down the hall,” I pointed, playfully biting my lower lip.

When he closed the door, I dashed down the hall to my room, rapidly stashing clothes in the closet, spritzing cologne to freshen up the room, and then threw open the window, allowing a nice breeze to flutter the curtains.

Excitement coursed through me as soon as I heard his knock. The rapid thud of my heart drummed in my ears as I motioned toward the door.

“Yes?” I said, feigning innocence.

He knocked again, the commanding thumps echoing. “Little pig, little pig, let me in.”

I cracked the door open and coyly poked my head out. “Oh, Mr. Wolf, it’s you.” His shirt was unbuttoned, revealing his impressive physique. “No need to huff and puff,” I teased, flinging the door open. My hand reached his chest, fingers deftly removing his shirt. “You can cum inside.” I raised myself to meet his lips.

He held me tightly before tossing me onto the bed. He gathered his shirt and swiftly lifted it over his head, showcasing his impressive cum-gutters.

His briefs hugged his hips snugly, accentuating the contours of his Adonis belt with an irresistible allure. With a gentle yet purposeful touch, I rolled him onto his back.

“Whatcha waiting for?” Rick’s voice was laced with anticipation, his finger beckoning me to the bed.

I approached, drawn by his magnetic presence. His hand pulled me closer, and I yielded willingly to his firm touch. His fingertips danced over my chest, tracing the lines of every muscle with a reverence that sent shivers down my spine.

“Smooth, toned, delectable,” he murmured, his tongue teasingly tracing the path of my happy trail, leaving a trail of desire in its wake.

I reached down and slowly stroked his cock through his pants. He let out a quiet moan while I ran my lips over his dick print. My mouth moved to his zipper, unleashing his pre-cum drenched cock. His sweet nectar coated my tongue as I took him deep, savoring every inch of his hardness.

He arranged the pillows behind his head, reclining with a contented sigh, his hands resting lazily behind him as he surrendered, offering himself ultimately as I took him eagerly into my mouth.

I took my time, giving his dick some intense attention with slow, languid strokes, making sure to tighten my lips just right as I went up and down. With one hand on his low hangers and the other on his shaft, I picked up the pace a bit, enjoying the sight of him disappearing into my mouth until I hit that point where I couldn’t help but gag a bit.

“Damn, you’re good,” Rick chuckled, giving his saliva-coated member a playful slap against his flat stomach. “When was the last time you had some cock?” he asked, getting up and quietly moving behind me.

“Just you,” I shrugged, a hint of a grin on my lips.

“What about your stepdad?”

“What about him?” I looked over my shoulder to find a smile plastered on his face.

“Don’t tell me you don’t want him to tap that ass. I’ve seen the way you look at each other.”

“I’m not stressing over him now,” I said nonchalantly, tugging him back towards the bed. “Flip over onto your stomach,” I instructed, then began massaging down his back, my hands working their way down to his perfectly sculpted rear end.

“That’s off-limits,” Rick cautioned, a playful warning in his tone.

Ignoring his warning, I parted his cheeks and teasingly flicked my tongue in and out of his virgin hole. He tensed but gradually relaxed, gently guiding my head closer to his welcoming cheeks.

“How does that feel?” I asked, smacking his bubble ass. The power-play of sex was a turn-on for me. I continued to feast on Rick’s tight ass. “That’s right, get into it,” I said as Rick pressed his ass onto my face.

Moving down to his taint, my finger flirted with his ass hole. First, pressing gently around the anal ring, then slipping my index finger into Rick’s surprise.

“Relax,” I repeated. I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock and licked intently over the slit, applying a good amount of suction.

Rick’s back arched into the air as I continued to suck and finger fuck him all at the same time,” how does that feel?” I asked, giving his bubble butt a playful smack.

The whole power-play thing was turning me on. I kept going to town on Rick’s tight ass. “Yeah, you’re getting into it,” I chuckled as Rick pushed his ass closer to my face.

Moving down to his taint, I teased around his asshole with my finger, then slipped it in gently, surprising Rick a bit.

“Chill out,” I said, trying to keep him relaxed. I took his cock in my mouth, licking and sucking while still fingering him. Rick’s back arched as I kept up the dual action, driving him wild.

A creak at the door caught my attention, and I glanced over to see it cracked open, with a pair of eyes peeking in.

“Logan?” I called out, pushing the door open to find him standing there, beer in hand, jacking his dick.