Marc's Basketball Challenge, Part 1
(Posted on Saturday, April 13, 2002)
This story was submitted by luvfemfeetsmell@hotmail.com.

Marc was a huge basketball fan.  He loved watching it, and enjoyed playing it.  Although he wasn’t all that big and strong, he had some innate basketball skills from watching it as much as he did.  In addition to his fondness of basketball, Marc was also very competitive.  His competitive nature has often gotten him in trouble, but he knows no other way of living.  Despite his lack of physical stature,
Marc feels as if he is a very good basketball player; especially his 1 on 1 game.

During his 7th period English class, he was talking to his friend Dave about their favorite team; the Detroit Pistons.  After their usual banter about how pathetic the ‘stone’s were, they began making plans to play ball after school.  Marc wondered if they could play in the gym after school, but Dave reminded him that the girls’ varsity basketball team had practice in the gym.  Marc made a sarcastic comment saying that we should challenge two of the starters to a game and play for the court.

Coincidentally, Lauren Styles, one of the guards on the varsity team, was sitting right behind Marc and heard that comment.  Despite being insanely hot and popular, apparently she had a knack for eavesdropping and in turn humiliating others.  She turned to Marc and mockingly said “you think YOU have a chance of beating one of the starter’s on the girls’ basketball team??” She clearly let
her low opinion of Marc shine through in her question.

Marc, now feeling the stare of other people in the room, and the insulting glare in Lauren’s eyes, knew he couldn’t back down now and retorted “BEAT?  How could I lose to anyone who shoots free throws underhanded??”

A few people laughed, including Lauren, who replied “oh, okay, well how about I make one of your wet dreams come true and I challenged YOU to a one on one game?”

Marc’s adrenaline was racing as he calmly said “whenever, wherever.”

Lauren then said “Fine, let’s play after school today just before practice.”

Marc couldn’t say no, but didn’t really like the time because he knew the gym would be hopping and there would be many spectators.  He wasn’t doubting his ability, but he didn’t want to risk being embarrassed by Lauren in a basketball game in front of the entire school.  Everyone around Marc and Lauren were now silent, listening to this challenge being presented.

One of the popular kids made a joke to his friend saying “I got $20 on the girl..”, which in turn caused Marc to turn red and steam a little.

He finally said, “Sounds good.  Would you like a handicap?”

She snorted, turned her head, and began laughing with her friends.  Marc turned to Dave and shrugged as if he had no idea what just happened.  The only advice Dave had to offer was to play “tight” defense.

The day moved by in a blur for Marc.  The time flew and he could only concentrate on one thing. His game with Lauren.  He fantasized in his mind how awesome it’s going to be to have her smoldering body all over his as she attempts to play defense on him and vice versa.  Marc wasn’t ugly, but he definitely was not one of the more attractive guys in school.  He had a few girlfriends, but never really got close to a girl of Lauren’s beauty.  He was on “cloud 9” all day.

Soon enough, classes ended and it was time.  He made his way over to the gym and noticed all the girls playing basketball and guys outside playing lacrosse.  There were a few open courts, however. He initially could not spot Lauren amongst the ladies, so decided to head into the men’s locker room to change out of his jeans into shorts for the game.  He took off his shoes and jeans, and put on his shorts.  He grabbed his gym sneakers from the locker and exchanged them for his shoes.

Marc then walked into the gym towards the bleachers carrying his sneakers because he did not want to take the time putting them on in the locker room and miss Lauren.  He unknowingly sat down in front of a few girls behind him who were changing their shoes as well.  His friend Dave spotted him at the bleachers and sat down next to him to offer some words of encouragement.  Marc was glad to see him.

As he was putting on his sneakers, a musky sneaker smell hit his nose that wasn’t his own and he said kind of loudly, “what is that smell??”

As he looked around, one of the girls behind him held her sneaker out by his face until his cheeks turned into it and Lauren said “you mean, this smell??” She proceeded to waft the opening of her sneaker in front of his nose until Marc’s initial startle wore off and he backed away leaving a revolting grimace on his face.
Much to her enjoyment, Lauren began laughing and introduced her basketball sneakers to Marc.

Marc began his trash talking by saying “MY GOD!!  Those things reek!”

She laughed some more and proceeded to put on her sneakers.  She walked over to him and asked if he was ready to lose.

He nonchalantly said, “in your dreams!”

She countered back by saying, “You mean in YOUR dreams…” An odd look came across her face as she then said “hmm.. i have an idea…  how about a little non-monetary wager?”

Marc was extremely intrigued and asked what she meant.  She moved closer so that her lips were right by his left ear and she whispered “if you win, I will give you the hottest and best blowjob you have EVER gotten in your entire life.”

His eyes exploded as these whispered words waded through his thick brain.  He
took a breath and stumbled out “and if you win?”

She then brought her lips even closer so they were lightly touching his ear and innocently said “You have to smell, kiss and lick my feet directly after the game in the back of the girl’s locker room.”

As hot as this girl was, he smelled her sneaker and this thought was extremely unappealing, enough to loosen his stiffening dick. He agreed to the terms, however, because he had complete confidence that he was going to win and could already feel this girls beautiful mouth over this erect penis.

If you have any comments regarding the story, please email me at luvfemfeetsmell@hotmail.com.