Chapter 6 – Basketball Camp
I had slept well that night. I couldn't remember a night that I had slept that soundly. I turned over as I hit the off button on my alarm clock. The sun was shining into my window. I knew it was morning.
The memories of the last week came back to me. I had more orgasms that one week than as far back as I could remember!
My name is Tom. At the time this happened, I was 23. According to the local newspapers, I was an awesome basketball player at the local university. I was going to be the captain of the basketball team the following season. I have short, light brown hair and stand six feet tall.
I felt an itch on my balls and reached down to scratch it. I felt the stubble of hair starting to grow back around my pubic region. I was going to have to shave it when I took a shower. I threw the covers back and sat up. I rubbed my eyes and looked at the clock. It was only five in the morning. I sighed.
I stood up. I reached up and stretched. That felt good. Today, I'm supposed to report the campus for a week of hi-intensity basketball camp. This is when the coaching staff has us "try out" for the team again and takes a look at what potential we have. Other students have the chance to try out for the team at this time too.
I walked into the bathroom that separated my bedroom from my sister's bedroom. I didn't bother to shut the door. My sister and I had seen each other totally nude so many times over the summer, that it became almost normal for us to walk around the house completely naked. I sat down on the toilet to relieve the morning pressures. I twisted and turned on the water to the shower.
I climbed into the shower and the hot water scalded my skin as the toilet finished flushing. "Stupid idiot! After all these years, you'd think you'd learn to not flush the toilet until AFTER you were done in the shower," I said to myself.
When the water became tolerant, I let it run down my head and body. I then turned around and let it run down my back. I picked up the no fog mirror off the ledge and held it to my face. I ran my other hand around my chin.
"I'm never going to be able to grow a beard or a mustache," I thought to myself. I put the mirror back on the ledge and then lay down in the bottom. The shower water was falling down on me. I took the bar of soap and started rubbing it along my pubic area. My cock twitched as I continued.
After lathering the area up, I took a razor from the ledge and placed it on my skin at the base of my semi-erect cock. "I wonder how long my cock is when it's erect," I thought to myself. "I'll have to get Jessica to measure it for me."
I pulled the razor towards my stomach. I felt the blade scrape as it cut the stubble away from the skin. I continued this process until the lather had been scraped away by the blade.
I then took my cock in my hand and moved it over. Then, I grabbed my balls in my hand. With my other hand, I took the razor and began shaving my balls. My cock was growing erect.
Suddenly, I felt the razor snag. I jumped. I looked down and there was a small "paper cut" from the blade on my balls. It was difficult to see as the water from the shower kept washing the blood away.
"Damn it, Tom. Be careful!" I said aloud. I continued to shave the inside of my thighs and the rest of my pubic hair region. When I finished, I stood up and rubbed my hand all over the area to make sure I shaved all the stubble off.
I felt where I had cut myself. I grabbed my balls and bent over to examine the area. "Damn it, it hurts!" I mumbled to myself.
"What?" I heard my sister's voice say.
"I cut myself shaving," I said.
"How bad is it?"
"It's just a paper cut. But it hurts," I replied.
"Be sure to wash it well so it doesn't get infected."
"Suzy, I'm 23. I think I know how to wash my balls," I said sarcastically.
Suddenly, the shower curtain was flung aside. "You'd be surprised at what some guys don't know."
I heard the toilet flush and quickly jumped aside as the water became hotter. She stood there and smiled at me.
She stepped into the shower with me. I turned to face her. Without saying anything, she reached out and grabbed my now erect cock. I stood there looking at my sister.
Her bush was all shaved, which was now a tradition. After my sister's friends shaved me for the first time several weeks ago, I'd been keeping myself shaved.
She lifted my cock up and looked at my ball sack. "Oh, this shouldn't hurt for long. You can be such a pussy," she said as she stepped back out of the shower.
"You're not going to shower?" I asked as she closed the shower curtain.
"Nope, I don't have practice until noon today. I'm going back to bed," she said.
I finished showering and turned the water off. I stepped out of the shower and dried off. I hung the towel up on the bar and walked into my room. I dressed and packed a bag full of workout clothes that I would need over the next week. I sighed as I looked at the calendar. In three weeks, classes would start and I'd have to hunker down and actually study. I kissed my fingers and then put them on the lips of the gorgeous girl in the picture.
Jessica is a knockout. She has dark blonde hair that hangs down beyond her shoulders. She's tall though. She's about six foot. She plays basketball at the same university I do and is the star athlete on the girls' team this coming year. The guys on my team and I often joked about "getting into her basket" in our locker room. She could hit a three pointer from a foot beyond the line! The guys will be surprised when they find out that she and I are engaged! I went downstairs and fixed myself a bowl of cereal for breakfast. After a few minutes, there was a knock at the front door. I picked up my bag and opened the door and Scott was standing there.
Scott and I went to high school together and now we're both on the university basketball team. Scott has been dating my sister's best friend, Emily, ever since we graduated high school. "You ready," he asked. Scott was my ride to the university. Normally, I took the bus or jogged to class since it was only a few miles away. I've never had a car of my own, and since I'm going to be gone for a week, I wasn't allowed to take one of the family cars. Mom and Dad had talked about buying me a car for graduation next year.
"Yeah, let's go," I said as I walked outside and through my bag into the backseat of Scott's car. The drive to campus was short, as it was only a few miles. We parked in the near empty parking garage. Scott and I grabbed our bags and walked towards the gymnasium.
We entered the gymnasium and it was a basic practice. We did sprints running up and down the court. After about 4 hours of shooting hoops, goofing off, and doing more sprints, the coaching staff told us that we were assigned to the new dorm building to stay for the week. As a group, we hiked over to the building carrying our bags.
As we entered, there were several people sitting at tables. We were instructed to go to the table with the letter corresponding to our last name. We got our room assignments and a badge to wear around our neck. I picked up my bags an headed towards the elevator. My room was on the ninth floor.
