SPACE 'whats the difference between JAM and jelly? I can't jelly my cock up your arse'.
Chapter 1: Sweat
Bugs watched in awe as the taller man ran across the court, sweat dripping from his forehead and down his chiselled, angular face. His large feet hit the ground with such a force which made the rabbit shiver.
'Such strength… such power…' thought Bugs.
Michael Jordan skidded to a halt just before the hoop, poised to shoot. Bugs felt his heart flutter, for this was what he longed to see all day, this is the sight he dreamed about. The darker man's arm extended, and as always, with perfect aim scored a basket. With a satisfied smile, Michael Jordan pumped the air, and the smaller male took particular note of his physical form, muscles bulging under perfect, dark skin; his pores becoming saturated with sweat. The once loquacious rabbit, was now silent, stunned so by the black beauty before him, allowing the pungent musk of the taller man to fill his nostrils.
"How'dya like that? Not bad eh, Bugs?" Michael panted, with a cheeky smile, thumb turned skyward.
Bugs gasped, taken aback by the low, ethnic tones. All he could do was stifle an awkward laugh, and bite his lip with his oversized teeth. He shot a coy glance towards the muscular male, but he had already turned his attention towards the hoop.
Feeling slightly deflated by the fact that he would never taste the African platter of Michael Jordan's chest, he sighed, looking down at his rabbit feet, but all he could see was his bulge trying desperately to free itself from his white boxers.
'White… good choice of colour'.
He slumped down onto the bench, crossing his legs to hide his sensitive manhood. The darker man seemed to sense that the rabbit was unhappy, for he started to saunter over. Bugs looked upwards, and up some more, only to see the giant whom he worshipped looming above him. Sweat dripped onto bugs, making him shiver and become very aware of himself. He shifted awkwardly, blushing slightly, for he didn't know how to hide his feelings. He never had. Ever since he discovered the use for his southern region, Bugs had struggled being around other males.
Memories of his first experience with a man sped through his mind: the fumbling, the confusion, the strange smells and noises, the fact he stuck it in the wrong hole.
"Why do I have to remember that now, of all times?" Bugs cursed under his breath, looking down.
"Hey now, what's the matter, Bugs? You can tell me anything, you know. I am your buddy after all." Michael Jordan said breathily, hands raising to his hips.
The rabbit blushed harder, raising his hand behind his head to wipe away sweat. Even just hearing Michael say his name and call him his buddy was enough to make his bell swell.
"I-I guess I just can't concentrate on the game right now…" Bugs stuttered.
"Are ya thinking about your potential slavery to a pesky, minion-like race?"
Bugs made this noise watch?v=t8NF166Ywos
His mind was suddenly flooded with images of Michael Jordan shackled, beaten, strapped to a star and forced to play one-on-one with a paying customer, where he will always lose. His face flushed red, his ears becoming hot as his kink rolled around in his mind.
The dark man gracefully glided to the rabbit's side, with only half an inch between them. Bugs could hear his breath and see the sweat beads above his forehead. His eyes were so kind, and they made Bugs melt. He knew, if they lost the game that he would be forced into a life of slavery, never having tasted the African with his own lips, never having gazed upon his textured skin. Bugs felt a jolt go through him, and as if by instinct, his gloved hand grasped the meaty flesh of the dark thigh. The larger male stiffened, and Bugs could feel the muscles below his hand tighten. He looked at the tall man's expression, which seemed somewhat offended. Had he squandered his only chance? Had he ruined his friendship forever? The furry male's mind raced, trying to find the words to explain his sudden display of affection towards the God-like American.
Michael Jordan felt a shiver rush up his leg, from where the gloved hand had touched him, and he felt a stirring in a place he had almost forgotten existed. It was true, he had not been satisfied in a long time. Since realising his sexuality, he just couldn't perform for his wife, and often went to sleep before even making half-time. His eyes lowered, landing upon the furry beast below him. Why hadn't he moved his hand yet? C-Could it be? This was more than just basketball comradery; the trembling of the rabbit's hand suggested such. Of course, he had patted the buttocks of fellow teammates, and even kissed the forehead of his Power Forward. But never had it felt so… pure. So… special.
The taller man extended his arm and placed his very large hand upon the small, furry one. The light of day trickled through the windowpane, landing beautifully on the rabbit's face, dancing through his whiskers and lighting up his features. Michael had never before noticed just how handsome his teammate truly was, and a shiver ran up his spine.
He edged ever closer to the other man, their thighs now rubbing together. He leaned down, pressing his lips against Bugs' parted ones, and a soft noise emitted from inside the smaller man. He felt him relaxing into him, Bugs' hand becoming more adventurous.
The rabbit's hand shamelessly explored the contours and undulations of his broad chest, reaching underneath his sports shirt. He now learned how good these shirts truly were at wicking away sweat from the body, as 'neath the shirt he was sodden.
The taller man's head suddenly jerked back as the rabbit found his pink nubs, and was beginning to circle his furry finger around the flushed flesh. Sweat started to bead around his southern regions, acting as a lubricant for possible future endeavours. His eyes widened, his breath quickened just as did the rabbit's finger which was toying with his sensitive nubbins. He longed for more, he needed Bugs' attention lower.
A fleck of salvia was pooling below bugs' giant teeth, all of his concentration on pleasing the black beauty before him. Oh how had longed to feel the soft skin which protruded from Michael's gleaming chest. He sensed that the larger man needed more. He needed Bugs.
Almost like a primal urge, Michael grabbed Bugs' wrist and plunged his small glove clad hand southwards, towards his black pudding. Bugs had thought long and hard about the black pudding. It had been the focal point of many dreams, along with the dark specimen that came with it. It was not as large as he had hoped, but did that matter? Fuck no. Bugs' carrot became enlarged further, ready for plucking.
He started to palm the erection, almost as if trying to spark flames, feeling the textures and the ripples. The larger man let out a naughty moan, like this was the first time he had been touched like this. Bugs' face started to burn after hearing this sound, the sound he could only imagine beforehand. He looked at Michael's face, which was a picture of ecstasy and pleasure, it was a magnificent sight to behold. The rabbit picked up the pace, fastening a tight grip around the trunk of Michael's boab tree. He slipped his furry finger inside the jap's eye, and was reminded of the many times he had placed his finger in Elma Fudd's gun, to avoid death. This thought sent a rush of adrenaline straight to his dark place. The taller man let out a gasp, his breathing quickened.
Michael turned his head slowly to look down upon the smaller man. He had to be inside, he had to feel the soft warm cavern envelop his basketballs. He longed to be pulled into the dark hole, like he had been pulled through hole 9 on that golf course on the day when they met. With a sudden movement, which made Bugs jump, Michael hauled his giant torso over the grey male, dominating him. Bugs had no way of escaping, not that he wanted to. This was the moment he had dreamt of for so long, this is what he deserved. He allowed the muscular man to force his hands above his head, and in a futile attempt he tried to take off his gloves, but the darker man swatted his hand away from doing so.
"Leave the gloves on" Michael cooed, in low, African tones. Bugs did as he was told, not that he could have fought against such a powerful being. The primal man hurriedly started undoing his basketball shorts with his free hand that wasn't shackling the rabbit. Bugs took this as a nod to start doing this same with his shorts, and wiggled his hips from right to left trying to release his aching manhood from its nylon cage. Michael saw him struggling, and kindly came to his aid. Soon they were both stark naked, but they didn't feel insecure as any flesh was quickly pressed against fur.
Eager to begin, Michael Jordan placed his giant hands on the insides of Bug's thighs, forcing them apart. He positioned his invasion just outside from the puckered rabbit hole. He hoped Bugs was ready and glanced upwards to try and work out what the rabbit, but was greeted by sounds of panting and hungry, pleading eyes that said they needed him. With no hesitation, he aimed straight for the hoop, and could almost hear the commentator saying "I think he touched some rim on that one".
"THAT BALL TOUCHED EVERY PART OF THE RIM"
Michael Jordan eased his weight onto the small hips of the rabbit, and must have grazed past his prostate, for the sound that the smaller man made was heavenly. The American took this as permission to keep going, going hard.
"He's driving to the hole!"
After the heavy petting session, the bald man was close to his climax, but he knew this wasn't the case for the rabbit. He swiftly grasped Bugs' sore member and started pumping.
"Wham with the right hand!"
Michael Jordan's timing was perfect as always, for almost within the same second they both came. The larger man collapsed upon the small lapin, shuddering. Luckily his sports towel was at arm's reach, thus he could mop up the cum and dab off his sweat.
"This is supposed to be a non-contact sport" chortled Bugs.