Troy's Troubles

Troy was extremely tired. He had just spent the entire day working out under his father, Coach Bolton's, orders. His coach seemingly had his best interests at heart, but Troy knew better. He knew that he only cared about the getting a basketball scholorship, whatever school, no matter what the cost.

Still, he did find the basketball practice and his teammates fun and entertaining. Putting his skills against those of the other teams, even his own during scrimages, was extremely interesting, to say the least. But, out of all his teammates, he must say that he found Chad Danforth to be the most attractive. His handsome teammate and best friend, had caught his eye from the moment he saw him. Troy knew Chad would not return his interest, but it did not matter. He still had his hand every night when he got home, and that was all he needed.

After the long, hard workout, and the many hours of practice doing lay-ups and free throws, after block, after dribble, he needed a soothing bath to relax his muscles. After getting home, which sat several blocks from East High School, he headed straight for his room and adjoined bathroom and to his jacuzzi-sized bathtub. He let the tap pour hot water into the tub and began to strip off his sweat soaked clothes, even sweatier then normal due to the extra long practice and having to walk home. As he yanked his shirt over his head, the musky scent of sweat seemed to envelop him, and he breathed in deeply.

The tub was finally full of steaming, warm water and Troy quickley jumped in. He groaned in releif as his body slipped gently into the warm embrace of the steamy water. His muscles felt instantly relaxed due to that warmth, almost as though he hadn't been practicing all day. As the room quickly filled up with steam and mist, Troy began to think back to practice. He had preformed to his usual standard, but his father had been working them harder then normal. Probably because him and Troy's mother were having a bit of a rocky stage at the moment and he just needed someone to take it out on, today it was the basketball team.

Thinking of the team got Troy to thinking about what his other teammates were doing now after practice. Zeke was undoubtedly baking, probably some scones or some other delicious pastry, as was the norm with him. Jason was probably off shooting hoops in his front yard, or our with Kelsi, whom he was now dating. And Chad... Chad wouldn't be baking or playing any more basketball. Maybe he was in the bath right now. Maybe he was lying there, in his bathroom, surrounded by steam and heat, naked. Naked. Just that thought alone of Chad Danforth, naked, in his bathtub, stroking his rock hard, erect cock to completion, ending with a spray of hot sperm splaying across his chest, was enough to make Troy want to cream himself right there.

But Chad Danforth... Despite being his best friend, Trop could not quite figure the man out. They had been best friends for years, basketball strengthening their relationship. When they were younger then had fooled around, with the whole you-show-me-yours-and-I-will-show-you-mine deal. But that had only happened twice when Chad spent the night when they were in third grade. Now, both acted like nothing had ever happened. But Troy dwelled on those few memories. Those, along with glimpses of Chad in the locker rooms after practice were all he had. But even those were enough to give Troy a sensual tingle up and down his already hard cock.

He had, after all, spent all morning and afternoon practicing and some release would be most appreciated. Plus he already had a stiffy so Troy saw no reason not to let loose and spice up his bath. His eight inches of teen-aged cock was caught in the flowing, steaming waters of the bath tap. Like a pulsing whirlpool, the waters pressed on every inch of skin Troy had submerged. Troy turned off the taps, the bath about to overflow, and reached below the water to grab at this full-sized cock moaning out "Chaaaaaad" is a low, gutteral voice.

Looking down at himself, Troy could see that his head had finally slipped out from its sheath, the glistening purple head, pulled out from the pale, thick foreskin. By thrusting his hips forward, the head and even part of the shaft was propelled above the murky bath water. He gazed reverently upon his veiny shaft and pink-red head, upon the top was either a drop of precome or bathwater. Either way, Troy couldn't help wishing that Chad was in the bath to lick it off for him. Instead, he rubbed his thumb across the slit, spreading the droplet over his swollen cock. With a low moan he twisted and dunked his head under the water, letting the warm water sooth his tense shoulders, still lightly rubbing his dick underwater.

He resurfaced, and took his other hand to roam his loosening muscles, guided up past his cock and across his tight, flat stomach, his fingers running across his sparse chest hair that was too short to get tangled in, but long enough to feel. But with his other hand, he slowly began pumping his cock, his hand moving up and down over his prick at a quickening pace, letting the foreskin slide over the head, and then lowering it back down slowly. With the warm feeling of the pressure on the tip of his dick, combined with the added heat and relaxation of the bath, Troy had not had such an enjoyable jerk off in a long time.

Troy brought his hand away from his chest and neck and grabbed the bar of soap. It was all he had considering how he hadn't brought lube with him to the bathroom. While stoking himself with one hand, the other coated it's fingers with the waxy substance. Lifting his hairy legs above the sides of the tub, shuddering in the sudden coolness on his exposed legs, he hoisted up his body until he was laying mainly on his shoulders and knees, with his ass right above the water, his cheeks spread, and his enterance exposed to his fingers. Taking a shallow breah to avoid breathing in suds, Troy reached one arm around his body and began lubing up his hole with his soap covered fingers. He gasped slightly, and then shook a little as he pushed his pointer finger inside himself, imagining it was Chad's long finger. He moaned out loud to the empty bathroom as his hand rubbed vigorously around his low hanging ballsack, coated in brown hairs, bringing his hand up to play with the throbbing shaft and foreskin a little bit.

When Troy felt ready, he added another finger, scissoring his two longest fingers, while thrusting them in a out, twisting it around in circles, aiming deeper and deeper with every push. He bit his lip to keep from crying out with pleasure, as he brushed against his too hot skin, deep inside him. The longer he pumped and thrusted, the more he thought of Chad, shoving his thick, juicy cock deep into him. And as Troy's fingers poked and proded against his walls, he felt himself lodge against his sweet spot, and moaned his loudest yet as he matched his dick stroking and ass pumping, now hitting his prostate every time.

His hand was literally skating up and down his engorged dick, his fingers, all wrapped around his leaking cock, all the while, pushing in and out of his asshole at a pace quicker then he had ever done before. Troy dunked his head under the water and with his teeth, pulled the bath plug, releasing the water that was slowly draining around him. With a thrust of his hips, forwards and back, so that his aching dick slid against his hand of its own accord, so Troy was free to carress and pull at his ballsack and the encased testicles, as his cock rubbed against his wrist.

The water was now halfway down his thighs, with still about a foot left to go seeing as Troy was on his hands and knees. The feel of the retreating water, pounding and leaking cock, the feel of his hand on his ballsack, all combined with the fingers encased in his anus, brought Troy into a stage of complete ecstasy. "CHAAAAAAAAD!" Troy cried out, as though his best friend was pounding into him instead of his fingers. And with that, Troy spilled his creamy, white juice into the last dregs of the bath tub, shooting his steamy sperm across the bathtub. As a result, his soft walls tightened around his fingers like a vice, adding more and more pleasure to his almost spent cock.

Troy pulled his fingers out of his hole, and climbed out of the bath tub. He glanced back at the last of the water, watching his semen flow down the drain with the last of the water, disapearing forever, like any hopes he ever had of having Chad for his own.

-fin

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