Basketball Drip Novels & Stories

But since it was the start of the school year, there were a lot of freshmen coming to play basketball. Some guys quickly grabbed the best spots, waving at him. "Prime spot. Hard to come by." Drake snorted. 'Cramped, open-air, and beat-up gear?' He was glad he'd skipped college, but then again, it was a dream. He could have a bit of students' joy. He grabbed the ball, broke the defense in seconds, and dunked without breaking a sweat. The others watched with their mouths agape. "What the hell?" "Bro, you're national team material." "First time I've seen a dunk."

Drip, drip, drip… My body won't stop trembling as a cold breeze bathes me. My stomach growls loudly, reminding me I haven't eaten, and my mouth is dryer than a parched desert. Drip, drip, drip… Gods! The sound of water leaking somewhere in the basin is driving me bonkers. Drip, drip, drip… “Please, can someone make it stop?” I whimper softly. “It's driving me crazy.” Exhaustion slowly overrides my body.

Sprinting as fast as she could, she dribbled toward her own basket. Reaching the hoop, she leapt high and hurled the ball toward the ring. When she landed from the jump, she lost her balance and fell to the floor. From where she sat, she watched the ball she had thrown roll around the rim. She nearly called on every gods she knew, silently praying for it to drop in, but after a few spins, it slipped out on its own. Jerome caught it swiftly. She didn’t even try to fight for it anymore, letting him make the shot. Disappointment kept her from standing up. She lay flat on the court floor, exhausted and full of regret, her breath coming hard while sweat drenched her entire body.

Derek's POV The basketball dug into my palm, the textured surface rough and familiar against my skin. I took two heavy dribbles, the sharp thud echoing off the high walls surrounding the court, and drove hard toward the hoop. I jumped, pouring all the twisting rage in my chest into the movement, and slammed the ball against the backboard. It clattered off the rim and dropped through the net, bouncing away into the shadows. "Fuck!!!" The word tore out of my throat loud and violent in the empty yard. I stood beneath the hoop, my chest heaving as I rubbed my face with both hands, my skin hot and slick with sweat.

Just me, the court and the sound of basketball slamming against the wood. I dribbled past a cone and shoot “ Fuck” I missed it. The coach wasn’t exaggerating when he said Boston was only the beginning. If I wanted to create a long lasting name I had to be better, stronger and faster. I bounced the ball, going for another shot. I spent my next hours practicing until my shirt was soaked with sweat. I felt my legs were about to collapse any moment from now. My phone buzzed. I ignored. A few seconds later it buzzed again, then again

What surprised me most was that she had no idea how much she was supporting me simply by being here, by laughing with me, by filling the quiet spaces, by making the weekend feel light when so much in my life still felt heavy. As I watched her smile with sincere gratitude, Liam suddenly slipped into my thoughts. Just for a second. The familiar pull of him, the unresolved questions, the lingering warmth mixed with uncertainty. I quickly shook the thought away and took another sip of my drink, forcing my attention back to the people moving in and out of the pool. I found myself half-distracted, trying to invent small stories for the strangers around us, when a loud splash erupted right in front

Drake was the captain of the basketball team and he had won gold medals in the past and students especially girls won't stop gushing over him. I never really liked him. He licked his lips and amid everyone, he called out my name. "Iris, this is for you." He said and threw the ball into the basket and it entered without any stress. Everyone cheered and clapped. I felt embarrassed. Why does he have to call out my name in front of these people? . . . .......

His basketball jersey was drenched with sweat. My eyes rested on Jake who was drowned in the game. The ball was bouncing against the cemented surface as Jake dribbled it skillfully. His thick muscled arms flexed rhythmically as he handled the ball. The red baggy basketball vest exposed his veiny muscular arms and a whisper of his chest. A thick sheen of sweat had dampened the fabric of his upper back, his face was equally sluicing with perspiration. Damp locks of his golden-brown hair had clung to the sides of his head.

A heavy, thick stream of mixed cum and juices immediately gushes out of my stretched pussy, running down my inner thighs in warm, sticky rivers. I roll over onto my back, my legs still trembling and spread wide, exposing my dripping, cum-filled center to the cameras. Leo stands over me, his chest covered in sweat and oil, his softening cock still dripping a final few white drops onto my stomach. I look directly into the lens, my face flushed, a messy, satisfied smile stretching across my swollen lips. “Cut! Print it! That’s a wrap on Episode 4!” the director screams, jumping out of his chair. “Phenomenal job, everyone. That is going to break the internet for the holidays.”

JOSH's POV The ball hit the ground before bouncing back up at me. I gripped it in my hands, bent my knees and shoot it towards the basket. It soared through the air and hit the rim, fell to the ground without ever touching the net. I missed. I always miss. I've been trying to learn how to play this fucking game but I didn't know why I couldn't master it. I dribbled the ball a few more times and took another shot. Another miss.