The following day was a game-day. Mark didn’t join Zach for a workout. He suspected that Zach was in the weight room anyway. Instead, he headed to the court in regular gym-clothes and put in some practice time alone. It was about three hours before the game, so he had roughly an hour to practice on his own before the others started showing up.

Mark heard a deep voice that could only belong to Coach S., “Look at who is the first one here. You are making a habit of this, Mark.”

“Trying to, Coach. I’m still not happy with my jump shot,” Mark replied.

Instantly Coach S. fired back, “There’s a lot more to the game than a jump shot, son.”

“Yeah, I know, Coach, but I think that it’s my biggest weakness,” Mark countered.

“I appreciate what you are saying, son, but if you would take an old man’s advice, I would concentrate your energy on your strengths,” Coach S. added as he walked out of the gym.

Mark let that rattle around in his brain for a bit. Then he walked over to his gym bag. He sent a quick text to Zach and Justin. When they both answered, he asked them how soon they could get to the court. Within fifteen minutes, they were both there.

Mark wanted to run through some in-game scenarios with them and work on their non-verbal communication on the court. They set up a few of their own hand signals and such so they could operate more efficiently. They seemed to work pretty well, but it was just practice.

The game went about as expected. It was a close one and as such, Mark didn’t get much playing time. But, near the end of the fourth quarter, Devon fouled out with roughly a minute on the clock. The score had been tied, but Devon’s foul and the resulting free throws put them down by two points. Coach S. sent Mark in to take his spot.

On the next play, Mark brought the ball up. He signaled Zach, and as Mark faked that he was going to try to drive to the hoop, Zach’s defender took a step over to stop Mark’s drive. As he did, Mark lobbed the ball up toward the rim and a cutting Zach tipped it in.

Now with the game tied, they really needed to make a defensive stop. Mark tried to stay in front of the ball-handler, but when he pulled off a double move, Mark slipped and he pulled up for an easy, open jump shot.

Down by two with time running out, Mark knew what their best option was. He got the ball down to Zach, who started muscling his defender backward. Mark waited and waited and finally gave Zach the signal. As Zach passed the ball back to Mark, Justin was cutting across the court and out to the corner. His defender bumped into Zach, leaving Justin all alone at the three-point line. Mark kicked the ball over to him and Justin knocked the shot down as time expired.

Mark ran over to Justin and gave him a hug. Zach was the next to join them as he squeezed both of them. The rest of the team arrived shortly thereafter, and there was a pretty raucous group celebration. If there were more than one hundred people in attendance, the crowd would have gone wild.

Mark soaked it up for a bit until finally he, Zach, and Justin headed to the locker room. They were laughing and joking and exchanging congratulations as Devon approached them and said, “Mark, Coach needs to see you in his office.”

A bit bummed-out that their celebration was cut short, Mark headed to Coach’s office. He knocked on the door and heard, “Come in, Mark.”

Mark stepped inside and asked, “You wanted to see me, Coach?”

Coach S. nodded his head and said, “Have a seat, son.” Mark took one of the seats across from his desk. “Son, you are going to be our starting point guard from now on.”

Mark was in shock. “Coach, what about Devon? He is a senior and I am just a freshman. Honestly, he is a lot better than me, and I am just starting to figure things out.”

“Son, I didn’t ask you if you wanted to. And just so you know, this was Devon’s idea and I agree. Plus, Zach needs you,” Coach added.

Mark was a bit confused, “Zach? What does Zach have to do with me starting? Did he ask you to promote me?”

“Son, Zach doesn’t know anything about this,” Coach exclaimed. “Alright, get your shower and I’ll see you at practice tomorrow.” Mark stood up and as he reached the door, Coach added, “Great game tonight, son!”

Mark walked into the locker room, completely stunned. Zach saw that he was clearly upset and asked him what was going on.

Mark said quietly, “Coach promoted me to starting point guard. He said that you needed me. What does that even mean?”

“Damn it!” Zach blurted, “Don’t leave the locker room. We need to talk about some things, bro.” Then he boldly shouted, “Hey, guys! Mark has been promoted to the starting point guard spot!”

There were a lot of surprised faces, but when Zach began clapping his hands, everybody joined in. When Mark walked over to Devon and thanked him, Devon leaned in close and said, “The big guy and I are on our way out of here. This is your team now.”

Mark grabbed a towel and headed to his locker. The other guys were still buzzing a bit about the win. Justin, in particular, was getting a lot of congratulations. Mark stripped down and headed into the shower. As he headed in, there were only two open showers. Although he wasn’t feeling overly bold at that moment, there was no reason that he couldn’t enjoy the sights.

On the left side were Chris and Jamar, followed by an open spot. Chris was one of the backup guards. Chris was a bit of a talker, but he seemed like a pretty good guy. He was 5’11” and 165 pounds. He was a very dark-skinned black guy and kept his hair in cornrows usually. Chris carried a bit of extra weight in his midsection, leaving his torso more smooth than chiseled. He didn’t seem to really be driven to get more playing time. He had an average-looking uncut cock and a big, round butt that was pretty damned hot.

Jamar was the starting center. At 6’10” and 240 pounds, he was the biggest guy on the team in more ways than one. He was a bit slow-footed, but he had a huge wingspan and he barely had to get off of the ground to touch the rim. Standing next to Chris, his skin was just a shade lighter. He was quite fit and had good muscle-tone for his incredible size. Jamar rocked an old-school fro that was all over the place and made him seem even bigger. He had a hairy chest and cock, but there was no hiding that monster between his legs. It was thick, long, and uncut. It had to be over eight inches long soft, and it was thick. It was probably close to as thick as Devon’s, but because of the length and his body type, it seemed more proportional. Mark wondered how big that damn thing got. He suspected around twelve inches. He wondered how much it weighed. He really wanted to hold it and feel how heavy it was.

Along the right side were Lee, Maxi, and Trey. Lee was 6’4” and 180 pounds. He was the starting small forward and was a bit of an all-around type of player. He was a terrific teammate and just about the nicest guy that you would ever meet. Lee was covered in freckles and had almost unnatural red hair which he kept very short. He was not terribly athletic but made up for it in hustle. His pale white skin almost glowed as he lathered himself up, making the suds hard to see. His body was completely hairless and Mark assumed there was at least a fair amount of shaving involved there. Lee had a round butt that stuck out prominently. His cock was pretty average-sized and featured a bright red head that stood out noticeably.

Maxi was the next in line. Mark knew very little about Maxi. His name was Maximilian, but he was usually called Maxi or just Max. Maxi was pretty hard to understand. He had been born in the Ukraine and his accent and enunciation were a bit of a challenge to decipher. Maxi was 6’6” and 210 pounds and was one of the rotation big-men. He was pretty good considering that he had never played basketball until a couple of years ago. He had straight, dark hair and sharp, square facial features. Maxi was covered in body hair from basically head-to-toe and Mark wasn’t into that very much. He seemed to have a decent body, at least the bits of it that you could see. He did have a very respectable cock, and Mark thought that he might be alright if you shaved him down.

Trey was the third man on the right side. He was another one of the rotation guards and Mark spent quite a bit of time next to him on the bench. Trey was 6’11” and 180 pounds. He carried a little extra weight all over and wasn’t particularly muscular. To be honest, he didn’t try very hard or seem like he wanted to be there. Trey’s father had been a college basketball player at a big-name school. He had been given the name and a burden of expectation to be a basketball star since the day that he was born. Mark felt sorry for him because his father put an insane amount of pressure on him. He came from a mixed-race family, leaving Trey pretty light-skinned for a person of color. Trey had the smallest cock on the team besides Mark, although he probably wasn’t terribly below-average.

Back in the left corner was Luke, all by himself. Luke was 6’9” and 230 pounds and was the other backup big-man. Luke was a big, messy bloke for the lack of a better description. His hair was always a mess and Mark had never seen him clean-shaven. He was a good dude, though. He was the first guy on the team to befriend Mark when he arrived. Luke was sort of the “enforcer” of the team and was always the first to stand up for his teammates on the court. He didn’t have a lot of muscle tone but wasn’t flabby either. He had a furry bottom and a long but narrow cock that had a disproportionately large head.

Mark decided that he was going to take the shower in between Luke and Trey. As he walked into the shower, Chris started to wind-up, “Look out, guys, it’s the new P.G.! Watch out, P.G., don’t slip in the shower (referring to Mark’s slip late in the game).”

Mark chuckled and the room burst into laughter.

Lee added, “Looking forward to playing with you, man.”

Luke gave him a pat on the shoulder that almost knocked him down. Mark turned on his shower and started to lather himself up. He kept his head on a swivel as he admired everything going on around him. He caught both Luke and Jamar checking out his ass. He kind of felt like he was at a buffet. Trey headed out and shortly thereafter, Mark heard a big, booming voice.

“Did you guys congratulate the new starting point guard yet?” It was Zach, of course. He barreled in and took the shower next to Mark that Trey had just left. He gave Mark a hard slap on his wet ass that rang through the entire locker room. All of the guys in the shower followed suit. Mark’s ass was turning a bright shade of red very quickly.

Mark gave Zach an irritated look and then pointed to his bright red ass. Zach gave it a bit of a look-over and seemed like he didn’t mind it at all. Mark took a long look over at Luke, making sure that Zach saw him. He turned toward Zach and made a hand gesture of a long cock with a big head. He then leaned one hand against the shower wall and mimicked being fucked from behind.

Zach’s cock was beginning to rise. He looked over at Chris and stared at his ass. Then he made the outline in front of him of a round bottom and made a few slow pelvic thrusts.

They kept a close eye on each other. Mark kept his butt turned out toward Zach. Then he took a step back and “accidentally” brushed his ass against Zach. Zach grabbed him by the hips, hesitated a bit, and then nudged him back toward his shower. When Mark turned back, Zach was rock-hard and stroking his soapy cock. They continued to tease each other until they realized that everybody else had left. They looked at each other and then looked around at the empty shower. They then burst out laughing.

Mark walked behind Zach and reached around him. He held him tightly from behind and slowly caressed his chest. He worked his way down, finally arriving at his hard cock. He leaned his head against the back of Zach’s shoulder as he slowly stroked his cock with both hands.

Zach turned around to face Mark and he dropped to his knees. He started slowly kissing Mark’s chest. He reached around Mark and squeezed his butt. He released Mark’s butt and reached down and grabbed his cock. Mark’s cock looked ridiculously small in Zach’s hand. As he held Mark’s cock, he took his thumb and slowly stroked it. Zach’s thumb was easily twice the size of Mark’s cock. Zach seemed to sense that Mark was about to cum and backed away.

They both stared each other down for a bit. Mark headed out of the shower and peeked his head around. Zach got up and followed behind. They thought that everybody had left, but grabbed their towels and headed out to see if they were alone. As Mark looked around, Zach was already laying some towels down on the bench by Mark’s locker.

Mark turned around and said to Zach, “What is that for?” as he flashed a smile.

Mark walked over and sat down on the now-padded bench. He grabbed Zach’s cock and began to suck it. He gave it a few bobs and pulled back, trying to leave it as wet as possible. Zach leaned in and kissed him as he slowly laid him down on the bench. Mark slowly lifted his legs and Zach moved in with Mark’s ankles now resting on his shoulders. Zach lowered himself down, still holding on to Mark’s legs, and pressed his mouth up to Mark’s ass. He gave a couple of licks, which incited squeals from Mark. Then he probed the tip of his tongue up to his hole, leaving it wet and sloppy.

He rose back up to his feet and guided his cock up against Mark with his right hand. He grabbed Mark’s thighs and forced him slowly onto his cock. Mark gasped as Zach penetrated him. It wasn’t as painful as the first time, but it was still a considerable strain. Zach hesitated for a few seconds and then started to slowly fuck Mark’s ass. Zach had his hands around Mark’s ankles as he slowly built up speed. As worked-up as they both were, they were each building to orgasm quite quickly. Mark reached down and started stroking his cock with his thumb and forefinger. When it was clear that Mark was about to cum, Zach released his hands from Mark’s ankles. Zach reached down and pulled Mark’s hands away from his cock. They locked hands as Zach continued pumping, clearly close to orgasm himself.

Zach let out a guttural scream and his whole body seemed to lock up. Mark felt Zach’s stationary cock throb over and over as it filled his hole with cum. As Mark leaned back in ecstasy, his own cock began to jerk and throb as he sprayed cum all over his midsection.

They both stood still for what had to be several minutes until Zach let go of Mark’s hands and slowly withdrew his cock. Mark could feel Zach’s cum dripping down his ass. Zach lowered himself to his knees once again. This time, he wrapped his lips around Mark’s little nub and sucked it clean of his cum. Then he leaned in and licked up all of Mark’s cum, most of which had pooled around his navel. Once finished, he continued onward and gave Mark a long kiss.

Mark looked at Zach and said, “Now I need another shower. We could be here all night.”

Zach chimed back, “Man, that would be just awful, wouldn’t it?”

With all of that out of their systems, the two snapped back into “buddy mode”. They both headed back into the showers, joking and laughing. They were talking about the game, and then Mark remembered…the promotion.

“Zach, so what in the hell is going on around here? Why did I get promoted? Did you have something to do with this?” Mark questioned.

“No, it wasn’t me. It’s Coach. He has a way of doing things around here,” Zach replied.

Mark responded, “What does that even mean? Could you give me a straight answer?”

Zach let out a loud sigh, “Did you ever wonder why everybody on the team is gay?”

“What! No, they aren’t. Justin has a girlfriend. And the other guys, well, I don’t know what they do. I guess Devon, maybe. Well, there is you and me. Jamar is definitely straight,” Mark quipped.

Zach answered, “Jamar and Chris are together, and not in the way that you might think. Devon and D.J. have been together for a couple of years now. The other guys mostly play the field. Justin doesn’t have a girlfriend. Ant has been trying to get his attention for a while now. Hell, Luke tried to land you a while back, but he isn’t very smooth.”

Mark started processing all of that out loud, “Oh, god. That’s why Ant gave me dirty looks the other day when I was taunting Justin. And Justin, he isn’t just tempted, he is in denial. Jamar and Chris, huh? And Chris is the top? That seems like a waste on both sides. Holy fuck, Devon and D.J.! I wonder if they switch. God, I hope that they switch. I would love to be a fly on the wall there. Luke, huh? I never even noticed that he was making a move. Maybe I should look him up. I have a thing for big dopey guys.”

Zach slowly turned around and stared him down.

“No wonder everybody accepted me after they caught us together,” Mark added.

“Uh, Mark, that wasn’t an accident,” Zach added nervously.

“What do you mean?” Mark asked.

“I think that you need to talk to Coach. And I hope that you aren’t too upset with me,” Zach confessed.