Mick

As you step outside your front door, the warm rays of the sun greet you, and a gentle breeze brushes against your skin. The sky is a brilliant blue canvas adorned with fluffy white clouds. Your eyes are drawn to the driveway where you see Mick, standing tall and confident, playing basketball. The hoop is set up at the edge of the driveway, in between the cabin and the cars. You immediately see Mick's athletic prowess on full display as he moves with grace and power, darting back and forth, shooting hoop after hoop.

You can't help but find Mick is incredibly attractive, his features catching the sunlight just right, making his smile even more captivating. Beads of sweat glisten on his forehead, tracing a path down his chiseled jawline and over his well-defined muscles. His focused expression reflects his determination as he dribbles the basketball, his movements fluid and controlled.

You find yourself momentarily captivated by the scene, but as the sound of your footsteps catches his attention, he looks over and a warm smile graces his lips. "Hey there," he calls out, his voice a pleasant melody in the air.

"Hey, Mick," you reply, returning his smile. "Mind if I join you?"

Mick's grin widens, his eyes lighting up. "Absolutely, the more, the merrier!"

You make your way over to him, feeling a mix of excitement and nerves. You can't help but notice the way his shirt clings to his torso, highlighting every contour of his form. With a quick stretch and a few bounces of the ball, you're ready to play.

As the game begins, you find yourself caught up in the rhythm of the match. Mick's skills are undeniable, and his competitiveness is infectious. The two of you play, and while he might be a better at you, you still keep up. The sweat begins to bead on your own forehead, and your heart races with the thrill of the game. Mick takes an early lead, his shots hitting the mark with remarkable accuracy.

"Ugh I wish you were fucking easier to beat." you say, not even mentally processing what you had just said.

"Hey, what can I say, I'm a fucking boss," Mick says flexing his arms.

The two of you keep playing, but something seems to shift. Mick seems distracted and he's sweating, panting from being out of breathe. He takes his shirt off as it is drenched with sweat. You do the same as you too were dripping with sweat.

His focus wavers, and you notice a distant look in his eyes. He misses a few shots that he would have easily made before, and his movements become less fluid, and more hesitant, like there is something else on his mind.

That's when you realize what you had done and your wish was giving you an advantage. You can't help but smirk as you start catching up in the lead.

"Stop, you're such a ball hog." Mick whines jokingly as he trys to slap the ball out of your hand. You have your back to him and you can feel his beads of sweat dripping onto your back, his arms wrapped around you trying to slap the ball away.

"I thought you said you were good?" you say coyly. Right as you are about to make a shot, you feel Micks hands slide down your waist and grab at your cock, giving it a few quick tugs, before releasing. This was enough to distract you from missing the hoop.

"Yo," you say, turning to face Mick, "Did you just....?" You begin but you stop as Mick takes your hand, guiding it to his crotch.

"Why don't you just beat me already?" he says and you feel his dick twitch underneath your palm. It's fully erect.