You resist their advances

“STOP!” you told Shannon. She ignored you. A cry from Cindy as she made her layup distracted the redhead long enough for you take a step back. The four of you watched Marcus put back Cindy’s missed free throw.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” Tom asked when Shannon started for the court when Marcus missed his free throw. The taller redhead held up his drink. Shannon opened her mouth to protest. She paused and scowled as Tom held up four fingers indicating that she was required to down four drinks. Shannon looked to you. You merely shrugged as Cindy tracked down the loose ball. Once again Marcus had an easy shot when Cindy missed.

Once again you felt hands about your waist. You reacted quickly. You pulled a pair of hands away. You gave them a quick smile as Marcus sank a free throw. Your smile disappeared even more quickly when you saw that you held one hand from each of the girls. Cindy had no problem making shot from under the rim when Marcus missed his second free throw. Shannon and Linda continued to work on your jeans. Now the fact that you had grabbed a hand from both girls was working against you. You couldn’t do a thing to stop them. Fortunately they weren’t good at working together.

By the time they had undid your belt, Cindy had grabbed her missed free throw and put it in the basket. And when Marcus missed an easy shot Cindy scored again. Marcus was able to track down Cindy’s missed free throw and despite the slap on the wrist from Cindy, Marcus put it in the basket. It wasn’t until Marcus had made two free throws and grabbed the rebound from the missed third free throw and put it back that the two gals managed to unbutton your jeans. ZZZIIPPP! The front of your jeans opened to reveal a bulge in your shorts.

“SHANNON! LINDA!” Tom called out as they began to slide your pants down. They froze and looked at the redhead. You looked from where Tom stood and the basket where Cindy and Marcus were taking turns throwing up bad shots. “He gets to choose what is taken off.” Tom held up four fingers as a reminder to Shannon that she needed to down multiple drinks before she could get back into the game. Both let out disappointed sighs. You let go of their wrists as they pulled your pants back up.

You cried out in pain as the girls pulled up your zipper…right into your balls. It distracted Marcus and Cindy long enough for Tom to grab the loose ball and lay it into the basket. You doubled over and grabbed at your trapped scrotum. That only made it a lot harder for Linda and Shannon to free you. As they struggled to clear the jam, Tom had made two free throws, Cindy threw up a brick, Marcus dribbled the ball off his foot, it rolled to Cindy, and Tom tipped Cindy’s miss into the basket.

“Do ye wan’ Linda tae kiss et an’ mae it better?” Shannon asked as Marcus rebounded Tom’s missed free throw. The redhead gently stroked your cock through your shorts.

“ME!?” Linda exclaimed. She too moved her hand along your shaft. After a couple bounces, Marcus threw the ball at the basket. “You’re the one who caught his balls in the zipper.”

“But he’s yuir friend.” Shannon protested as Cindy knocked the ball away from Tom. You sighed as Marcus snagged the ball and sent it towards the basket. As you grabbed the zipper, the ball rolled around the rim before falling through. Four hands pushed against your cock in order to keep it out of the way of the zipper as you started to pull it up. You paused as your shaft pushed back. Marcus’ shot rolled around the rim and fell through. Marcus made a free throw, Tom tracked down Marcus’ missed second free throw and put it in from the three point line by the time you were able to ease your zipper past your engorged shaft.

Linda and Shannon took over and worked to refasten your jean’s button and belt. After Tom made a free throw and followed a deliberate miss with a twelve foot shot from the middle of the lane that got nothing but net, you tried to take over. You only made things slower. By the time you got your jeans buttoned, Cindy had not only made a basket off Tom’s missed free throw, but tracked down her missed free throw when Tom and Marcus got tangled up and put it in. Each of the players shot at the basket three times while six sets of hands did the job a single pair could have done. Fortunately on three balls, two by Tom and one by Marcus actually went through the hoop during this time.

“HEY!” you called out. Having finally finished returning you to your fully dressed state, the girls pulled the bottom of your t-shirt up over head. Instead of continuing to pull it up and over your head, they simply let it stay there. Their hands moved to your now exposed chest. There was nothing you could do but yelp as they tweaked your bare nipples. You couldn’t see, but from the sound of things, two more baskets had been made.

“LOOK OUT!” Cindy called out. Although the hands teasing your chest stopped, they maintained their grip on both your nipples and t-shirt. You didn’t see the ball coming. You grunted loudly as the ball hit you in the face. It wasn’t loud enough to cover the sound of cloth ripping.

“Oops,” Cindy said sheepishly as your t-shirt was all but split in two. You had no problem spotting ball as it bounded towards the half court line. Tom grabbed Shannon and once again reminded her that she still had a penalty to pay. You paused to tear what remained of that now useless garment from your neck. Everyone else started for the ball.