Basketball Practice

When I was 16 my parents enrolled me in a private school where we wore uniforms: dress pants, shirt & tie. I really had not gotten to know anyone real well, however, I did sit at a lunch table with a few other guys. One of them, Zach, said he was going to try out for the basketball team and asked if anyone else at the table was interested in the team. My Dad had just put in a new basketball hoop in our driveway, so I was kind of interested in perhaps joining. No one else at the lunch table was, so Zach seemed quite pleased when I expressed interest and told him about the new hoop in our driveway. The season didn't begin for two weeks so I asked Zach if he would like to come over to my house after school and practice a few times. He said he would so I told him to be there around 4 pm and we would shoot some hoops.

I was drinking a coke and having a snack when he arrived all ready in shorts and a t-shirt. I was still in my school uniform. I offered him a coke and told him to wait and I would go to my bedroom and change. He gave me kind of a strange look. My older sister, who was sitting there, laughed and said, "Oh, you'll have to wait here with me, Andrew is very modest." As I stripped off my school uniform, standing there in my white briefs, I realized that Zach had really wanted accompany me to the bedroom, and I kind of regretted making him wait in the kitchen with my sister. I dressed in some shorts and old shirt and joined them in the kitchen. Zach and I went out and had a really good time shooting hoops and generally talking about school and things in general. I invited him over to do the same thing the next day. 

Next afternoon Zach arrived still in his uniform, carrying a bag with his basketball clothes in it. So I told him we could both change in my room. He smiled at that suggestion. Even though I was used to changing in gym class, it felt somehow more special stripping to my underpants in my bedroom in front of Zach. I was surprised when I turned around and Zach was completely naked. He was a good looking blond haired kid, very slender. I tried not to stare at his circumcised penis which looked to be stiffening up a bit. He laughed and said, "I like to wear a jockstrap under my BBall shorts." I then remembered that I had an athletic supporter in my underwear drawer. I got the jockstrap out and began to pull down my white briefs. My penis started to get hard doing this while looking at the still-naked Zach. He made no move to get dressed. His penis was now erect, as was mine, and we just stood there and stared at each other for a few moments. 

Zach looked at my erection and said, "That's never going to fit in that small jockstrap you have." He then said, "If I were home I'd be jacking off right now." I laughed and said, "I've heard some guys do it together." With that Zach started to pump his hard dick and sat on the edge of my bed. I just stood there and watched as he pumped his cock,  and soon a stream of cum shot out of it. I had never seen another guy do this before. I sat down next to him and he reached over and touched my penis, it felt so good. He said, "Can I jack you off?" I kind of gasped and said go ahead. It felt so good, better than when I did it myself. Soon I was spurting in his hand.

We never got around to practicing basketball that afternoon. For the rest of our high school years Zach and I were almost daily masturbation buddies. We kept it a secret but eventually my nosey older sister figured it out----but that's another story.