"Come on, sport's brilliant! And it'd be good for you. Get you out of the house, make some new friends. Keep you fit too." My wife was really putting the hard sell on me.
I'd turned 40 a few months before, and she was worried I was going to be one of those pot-bellied middle-aged fellas who die of a heart attack at 50. She probably wasn't totally off, I hadn't really worked out properly for a few years, what with work and the kids. I didn't look bad, but I could probably be fitter.
So, for her sake and mine, I jumped online and went scouring for local sports teams I could try. I ended up finding some "basketball for blokes" website with a local team. There were photos of the players and they looked pretty happy, lots of get togethers outside of the games. All different body shapes too, so it didn't look like I'd be out of place with my thinning hair and little belly. I sent them a message and the coach, a nice fella called James, told me to come along next Thursday and check it out.
I rocked up for the first night of practice and really enjoyed it. The Coach (I found out nobody called him James) gave us a good workout, but he wasn't a dickhead about anything, and if you stuffed up he just clapped you on the shoulder and said we were here to have fun.
I was struggling to remember the names of the other eleven blokes in the team, but I got there in the end.
It was supposed to be an over-40's group, but I'm pretty sure Riley, Jake and Brodie were a little under that. Jeremy, William, Thomas and Nathan all looked 40 plus though, with their beards and greying/thinning hair, while Mitchell, Will, Darcy and Michael all seemed to be a lot fitter than the rest of us! I wheezed through some drills with them and eventually it was time to hit the changeroom. Craving a warm shower, I stripped off and joined the other fellas.
Looking around the open showers, I noticed one or two of the guys were getting stiffies. Nobody seemed to comment or be embarrassed, even with Jake's long pale member and Riley's thick beast pointing straight out. I won't lie, I was impressed, if not also a little intrigued, by the size and shape of their hard-ons. I realised to my surprise that my own willy was getting a little plump. I'm not bragging, but I'm not a small fella down there, so it's noticeable when I crack a fat. Even with the other lads hard, I was a little self-conscious about it.
I turned to face the wall, only glancing around occasionally and waiting for my rigid rod to subside. Glancing to the left of me though, I realised Thomas was just as boned up as I was, if not more, and was generously applying soap to his sausage. He caught my eye and gave me a wink as he very deliberately stroked his shaft. What the fuck was going on? Wasn't he supposed to be straight and happily married? I glanced over my shoulder, and that's when I realised that all the men in the room were now openly playing with their cocks.
It was at that point the Coach strolled into the showers, buck naked, sporting the biggest, hardest dong I'd ever seen.
"Good practice today fellas." he boomed, completely unphased by the twelve rigid penises matching his.
"Dom, did anyone explain to you about the post-match group wank?" asked the Coach, as casually as if he was asking me to fill in my membership form.
"I think he's worked it out coach!" joked Nathan, shaking his four-incher and laughing.
Coach chuckled a little and turned to face me directly. I was a bit transfixed by his giant dick at this point, much to my surprise.
"Sorry mate, someone really should have explained this before the guys started jerking off. It's a bit of a tradition with this team, but if you're not comfortable with it you don't have to join in. And if it's all too weird then no worries if you want to find a different basketball team."
Again, something about how casual his tone was, and the undeniable stiffness of my own schlong, made me say.
"Nah, that's cool Coach, I'll join in."
A chorus of cheers went up from the other fellas, and then it was all a bit of a blur. Some beers appeared from nowhere and we were all drinking, chatting, laughing and wanking together.
Eventually Riley and the Coach wandered out of the shower area, but they hadn't blown their loads.
