A Game of Basketball Pt. 05

If you couldn't tell by the title, this is part 5 of an ongoing series. I would read part 1 through 4 before reading this one. It involves lots of anal sex and blow jobs with a transgender girl topping a guy from the guy's perspective. All characters involved with sex are of the age of 18. This story is based on true events that take place some time in the near future. I hope you enjoy.

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Morning at the Hotel

'When the sun rises, I wake up and chase my dreams. I won't regret when the sun sets because I live my life like I'm a beast.'

'I'm a motherfucking beast!'

I jolt up from the bed as the song Beast blares from the explosion of light coming from the bedside table.

"Off," Nicole grunts, silencing the music and making the light disappear. Fuck, that was the best sleep I've ever got.

No dreams, just silence.

Nicole's still bundled on her side of the bed. I slink down and put my face next to hers as my fingers trace up and down her arm.

Her eyes open up, bright hazel eyes. Wait... Hazel? They're almost yellow. Weren't they green before? You know... now that I think about it, I'm pretty sure they were blue before that.

Weird...

Although, it's probably not that uncommon. Didn't Kevin's eyes do the same thing?

"Morning," she says.

"Morning, beautiful! How did you sleep?"

"Pretty good, had another dream..."

"Yeah? What was it about this time?" I ask as I gently stroke her soft cheek.

"I was falling and you saved me. Well, it felt like you, but you looked different. Also, we were on some weird planet." She closes her eyes for just long enough for me to surprise her with my lips on hers. Our kiss doesn't last as long as I want it too. "What about you? Any weird dreams?"

"Nope, for once I slept like a baby."

"I guess we should get ready," she mutters, before checking her watch. "It's almost 5:30."

"We can probably skip the shower since we're about to get all sweaty anyway."

"I'd at least like to fix up my hair." She slips out of bed, still nude from the fun we had last night. Looking at her naked body is like staring at a goddess. Lean caramel legs that look as if they were chiseled from marble, but still soft and a little on the thick side. 6 pack abs with a sizable bust shaped like two gorgeous mountains of soft and supple tenderness. And let's not forget that dick of hers swinging in between those thighs like a hammer. A cock that was stretching out my asshole not too long ago.

As she struts over to the bathroom, my eyes fall to that ass. Ummm, what an ass it is. How has my dick not been inside of it? I'm going to have to change that pretty soon. "When we get back, I'm challenging you to a game of 1 on 1! I don't think I can go any longer without popping your anal cherry."

"Ha, you can try, but there's no way I'm going to lose." I follow her in the bathroom as she gets her hair wet. She looks at me through the mirror and bites her lip. "Although, Dave... If anyone was going to take my anal virginity, I want it to be you."

As she brushes her hair to one side, my hand finds its way to her sumptuous ass. Leaning down, I press my lips against her shoulder as my fingers run down the crack of her ass, meeting that untouched rosebud of hers.

She looks back at me. "You know, if you really want my ass that bad, I'll let you have it. We both know you're never going to beat me."

"I'm going to beat you, don't get too cocky. Besides, it wouldn't be the same if you just gave it to me." Finally, she takes her gaze away from the mirror and walks out of the bathroom.

I follow her like a lost puppy as she makes her way over to her bag. "Aren't you going to get ready?" she asks as she pulls out her uniform.

"Yeah. Eventually, I'm just enjoying the view. It's not every day you get to see someone as beautiful as you in all your naked glory."

Her cheeks turn a rosy pink. As she grabs a pair of compression shorts, I take them from her. She gives me an annoyed look. "Let me do the honors."

Kneeling down, she grabs my shoulder as I lift each foot up and slide her tight spandex Under Armour briefs on.

I leave kisses up her leg as I pull them up and cage the beast that is her cock. "Too bad we don't have enough time. I sure wouldn't mind playing with your anaconda."

She smiles down at me as I grab her shorts and repeat the process. "You just can't get enough, can you?"

"What can I say, I'm addicted to you."

She grabs her sports bra and slides it over her arms. Finally, I get my own gear out and quickly get dress. "Awww, you're not going to let me return the favor?"

I give her the famous Dave smile. "I'll let you tear them off tonight after we win."

A wicked grin appears on her face. "Oh, I'm going to do more than that."

"I hope so."

Finally, we're both dressed in our uniforms and warm up scrubs. I grab my basketball shoes and stuff them in my backpack. "You want me to put yours in here too? I've got room."

"Sure." Once I stuff her shoes in, we finally head down to the lobby hand in hand.

Santa Barbara Gym

Most of the team is already in the lobby eating breakfast. Nicole and I grab a plate and join them. Once the rest of them are here and everybody's grabbed some food, we load the bus and take off.

It's a 20-minute drive to Santa Barbara High School. Once we arrive they have us sign in before heading to the locker room. I see my mom and Emily walk in behind us as we enter the gym. I give them a quick wave before heading in.

"You know, my cousin goes to San Marcos," I tell Nicole as we take a seat in the locker room.

"Yeah? Your transgender cousin? Jessica, right?" she asks.

"Yeah, but not many people know she's transgender. She transitioned before she moved to Santa Barbara, so no one knows about it," I add.

"I definitely know how that is, it's hard coming out. You never know if people are going to accept you or not."

"Yeah, no kidding," I add. "It didn't go over well for her at her last school when she started to transition. And it didn't help that her sister died a few years ago."

"Alright, Mats" Coach says as she enters the locker room. "Gather up."

We all bring it in as Coach addresses us. "San Marcos definitely isn't a pushover, so don't expect them to lay down and let us walk all over them."

"They're tough and they have two big men down in the paint that dominated the last two games. Both getting double-doubles. They call them the twin towers." She looks at Finn, Austin, and Caleb. "We need to shut them down."

"They also like to slow the game down. That's why I want to turn the pressure up on them. Force them to make mistakes. We're going with a man to man full court press. Everyone stick with your guy, switch off screens. Remember, box out! You're not going to out jump these guys. In order to outrebound them, you're going to have to box them out."

She takes a minute to look at each of us in the eyes. "On offense, I want you to push the ball. Dave, you need to force the double team and look for the open man. I know their big, but if we constantly push the ball, make them try to keep up to our pace, we can wear them down."

She takes one last look around the room. "Any questions?"

The room remains silent. "Alright then, Dave your starting point guard. Nicole, you're starting at shooting guard. Jeremy, you're at small forward. Finn, you're at power forward and Austin you're the center. Bring them in, Dave, and lead them out."

"Alright guys, let's show them who we are. Make them regret entering this tournament. Don't let up. Show no mercy." I put my fist out and everyone puts their hand in. "No Mercy on 3! 1, 2, 3!"

"No Mercy!" We all scream at the top of our lungs.

"Alright guys, let's rush the court like savages. After this weekend, we will own this court."

Without a second hesitation, I rush out of the court screaming like a mad man and my team follows my lead. We sprint around the court and huddle in the center of the court. "Who's court is this?" I scream.

"Our court!" they chant.

"What are we!?"

"Champions!"

"I can't hear you! What are we!?"

"Champions!" They all scream loud enough to quite the crowd that's gathered.

"Champions on 3! 1, 2... 3!"

"Champions!"

After the huddle breaks, we start warming up with layups. I see my mom and Emily sitting next to my aunt and uncle. I'm sure they're here to support San Marcos, but still... it's nice to see them. I also notice Jess sitting in San Marcos's student section. I catch her eye and she shoots me a smile and waves. I quickly wave back, before Brock passes me the ball.

After putting up an easy layup, I head back to the end of the rebound line and Nicole joins me after her turn. "Was that Jess?" she asks.

I nod at her. "Yep."

Out of the corner of my eye, I see a group of kids walk in wearing the all too familiar Santa Barbara green. Brett's among them. "She's not the only one who's come to watch us. Check out who just walked in."

Almost everyone stops to look at them as they walk up the bleachers. I see Chris Smith and Steven Ban among them. However... I don't see Kevin anywhere.

"I can't wait until we can get our revenge," Jeremy says as he walks up just after putting up a layup. "It's a long time coming."

"You can say that again," I add. I look back at Nicole and notice how tense she is. It never really occurred to me that she might actually know them. I bet they were assholes to her. I grab her hand. "Don't worry about them."

She looks up at me with those hazel, almost yellowish eyes. I swear I didn't see her put in contacts. How did the color of her eyes change? Anyways, I can tell something's bothering her. I head over to get the rebound as Finn goes up and dunks it. Show off...

After we finish warming up and get all stretched. Coach calls us in for a huddle.

"Alright everyone, remember what we talked about. Control the tempo. We're running a full court man to man defense, so put on the pressure. Force them to make mistakes."

She looks around at everyone. "This is your moment to prove to everyone that we belong here. Bring it in, everyone. Champions on 3. 1, 2... 3!"

"Champions!"

As we break away, I grab Nicole's shoulder. "Now's your chance to show those pricks what you're made of."

"Right..." she mutters. I can tell something's wrong, I give her shoulder a squeeze before getting into position as Austin goes for the tip-off against a behemoth. Seriously, San Marco's center is even taller than Austin! And Austin is 6'6!

Miramonte High School vs. San Marcos

As the ref tosses the ball up, San Marcos wins the tip-off, no surprise there.

As soon as their point guard gets the ball, I'm on him like flies on shit. He passes it to the small forward, who throws it to their power forward. Oh fuck, he's just as tall as their center. He fakes right and goes up over Finn and easily puts it in.

I take the inbound pass from Jeremy and push it up the court. Nicole's a few steps ahead of me, but so is their point guard. A two on one situation. I drive it to the basket, drawing the point guard to me before I toss the ball behind my back to Nicole who puts it up for an easy two points.

Nicole guards the inbounder as cover the point guard. He rushes to the corner and takes the inbound pass. I've got him pinned. He tries to drive it up the sideline, but I block his path. As soon as he attempts to crossover, my hand's in the way and scoops up the ball.

Nicole's already in a perfect position under the basket, I toss to her and she puts it in for another easy basket.

As we D up, pressing them while they try to inbound it, their small forward rushes up and takes the ball.

He drives it up the court before passing it back to their shooting guard who in turn chucks it up to the point guard. As I block his path he attempts to bounce it to the power forward again, but my foot makes contact with the ball, forcing the ref to blow the whistle on a kickball.

They call a screenplay to inbound the ball to the shooting guard who tosses it to the center and manages to get around Austin and dunks it.

It goes back and forth like this all throughout the first half. Their two towers making most of their points. They take the lead by 5 points going into half time, 43 to 38.

In the locker room, coach emphasizes how we need to shut down their big men. Easier said than done. "We're wearing them down, I can tell they're starting to play sloppy. We just need to keep putting on the pressure. Keep forcing them to make mistakes. Their guards are their weakness. If we keep the full court pressure on and force them to make turnovers, we can prevent them from even getting it down to the paint."

"We need to take the big men out of the game entirely. Their center, he's got 3 fouls, if we can get him to draw two more, he's out of the game." She looks at Austin. "Do you think you can do that?"

"Yes, coach! He may be taller than me, but he's clumsy."

She looks over at me. "Good! Dave, I want you to get the ball to Austin. We're going to run an iso and attack their big man. Also, run a few simple pick and rolls to Austin. Let's get him fouled out."

As the second half started, I take the ball in and push it up the court. As everyone gets into position, I signal for Austin to run a pick and roll. As he sets a screen on the poor point guard, I rush the lane. Their center switches off the pick and presses me to the basket as Austin rolls of the screen to the basket, I act like I'm going up for the layup and pass it to him.

He stalls just long enough for their center to attempt to attack. Then he jumps almost into him and draws the foul.

The play worked like a charm. Austin gets sent to the line and their big man draws his fourth foul. Their coach immediately subs him out. Coach Brooks quickly calls a timeout. "Now that we have the advantage, we need to show no mercy."

She looks at both Austin and Finn. "With their center out, they're going to rely heavily on their power forward. I want both of you to double team him as soon as he gets the ball." She turns her attention to the rest of us. "That means whoever's on the weak side. Needs to step up and cover their center. Even though there's a height disadvantage, he's weak with the ball. Therefore, whoever covers him can easily strip it from him."

As we break our huddle, Austin makes both of his free throws. We press them as they inbound the ball. Sure enough, they quickly try to get the ball in the hands of their power forward. Austin goes for the double team. As their power forward struggles against both Finn and Austin, he attempts to pass it to the center. Me being on the weak side, I had already shifted down and was in perfect position to intercept the ball. I'm halfway down the court before anyone can even react. I slam the ball down so hard, the sound of the rim clunking back into place echoes throughout the gym. Our fan section goes wild as we close the lead down to 1 point.

Once again, they attempt to pass it down to their power forward. This time Austin manages to strip the ball away as he double teams him. He passes me the ball as I jolt down the court. It's a 3 on 2 situation with Nicole on one side of me and Jeremy on the other. I rush the lane as both defenders close in on me. As I go up for the layup with two defenders trying to stop me, but quickly kick it out to Nicole at the three-point line. As if it's like I'm watching it on television. She lines up her shot, elbow in, she gets her feet under her and pulls up. The ball soars through the air in an almost slow motion like manner as it falls through the basket, barely even hitting the net.

Our fan section is on their feet as we take the lead by 2. Their coach calls a timeout. Running up to Nicole, all I want to do is kiss her. I know now's not the right time for a public display of affection, but holy shit she looked so hot hitting that 3 pointer.

So instead I give her a cordial high five. "Thanks for the dish," she says.

"Any time, nice shot!"

"Elbows in, right?" She shoots me the sexiest smile.

"Ha, right!"

If there weren't a couple hundred people watching us right now, I would have my tongue exploring her mouth.

"Alright, guy's, we got the lead! Now let's stick it to them. Show no mercy! If they bring their center back in, let's get him fouled out. If not, let's continue to double team their power forward. We're going to stick with the full-court pressure. Let's make them wish they never came here."

"Bring it in. No mercy on 3!" she says. "1, 2... 3!'

"No Mercy!" We shout as we break the huddle.

Jeremy guards the inbounder while I do my best to make the point guard's life a living hell.

As he shifts right then dashes left, desperately trying to get open, I mirror every step. No way am I going to let him get the ball. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Jeremy's man toss up the ball, trying to lob it over my head. Without even thinking, I jump up, spinning in the air and snag the ball. Jeremy's man immediately tries to block my path to the basket, leaving Jeremy wide open. If it wasn't obvious, I dish him the ball and he puts it up for an easy two points.

They only have time for one last play before the end of the third quarter. They quickly inbound the pass to the shooting guard. He passes it back to the point guard. I don't let him get an inch of space as he tries to drive it up the court.

He ends up trying to toss it over my head, I get a finger on it as it goes flying into Nicole's hands. I rush towards the basket as the clock counts down. Nicole tosses it up to me and I catch it in the air on my way up to the basket. Reaching over, I place the ball in the rim without even touching it. The whole thing felt so surreal. As If I just floated in the air.

Our entire student section erupts as I finally land on the ground. They only manage to pass the ball in before the buzzer goes off.

Nicole rushes me, wrapping her arms around my waist as the rest of the team joins in.

Momentum is definitely on our side. We took over the third quarter!

"Alright, bring it in... We haven't won yet. There's still an entire quarter left," Coach says. "We've gained the momentum, now let's keep it. Remember the plan. As soon as they bring in their center, we are going to target him and get him fouled out. He's only got one foul left."

"We can win this game. We just need to stay disciplined. Understood?"

We all nod our heads. "Alright, bring it in. Win on 3. 1, 2... 3!"

"Win!"

Just as she said, they put their Center back in. Their team looks gassed. I can tell they've had enough.

As we start the last quarter, they get the ball back. We continue our full-court onslaught. Jeremy guards their inbounder, while I defend the point guard. I don't budge as he jukes and shakes, going this way and that. Eventually, their shooting guard has to come up and get the inbound pass.

Nicole doesn't give him an inch. She puts on the pressure and a solid defense. He's got nowhere to go, so he passes to the center, but as soon as he turns to drive up the court, Austin gets his feet planted. The guy didn't even look, just plows right into him, knocking Austin down to the ground.

The whistle blows and a charge is called on the center giving him his 5th foul.

Fuck yeah! He's fouled out.

I rush up and help Austin off the ground while pulling him into one of those one-handed back slaps kind of hugs as the rest of the team on the court also rush to congratulate him for giving us a huge advantage.

Not long after, we've managed to take a commanding 15 point lead. Soon after, Coach starts putting in the subs. I get benched, along with Nicole, Austin, and Jeremy.

Nicole sits down next to me and I grab her hand in mine. She gives me a rather awkward smile before taking a glance around the crowd.