Luca’s Basketball Journey – Life with America’s Top U21 Elite Team
- xero-one
- 3 days ago
- 3 min read
My name is Luca, I'm 20, and I play for the top under-21 gay basketball program in the States. We're one single elite squad: no JV, no second string, just the best. Everyone here is openly gay or bi, proud, and drama-free. Coach's rule is simple: work hard, respect the team, keep the grades up. If you slack or cause problems, you're gone. We train six days a week, lift heavy, run suicides until we drop, and still high-five and laugh the whole time. Basketball is our life, and this team is family.
After practice the locker room is pure chaos: jerseys flying, sneakers squeaking, twenty tall, ripped guys dripping sweat. Six-foot-five centers, lightning-fast guards, everyone built like Greek statues from all the lifting. Towels slung low, abs still pumped, arms veiny from handling the rock all day. We slap asses for good plays, hug when someone hits a game-winner in scrimmage, wrestle for the last cold Gatorade. It's loud, it's physical, it's home. Sometimes the hugs last a second longer than they need to… and nobody minds.
Most of us have girlfriends who cheer from the stands, but once that locker-room door closes it's just us guys. The energy changes. Someone starts the music, lights dim a little, towels drop. We're not shy; We've seen each other naked a thousand times. A victory cuddle turns into slow grinding, hands wandering over slick skin, mouths finding necks and collarbones. It's never forced; just natural. When you spend hours every day with the same ten perfect bodies, boundaries blur in the best way. Kisses taste like salt and Gatorade, and nobody ever tells.
Post-game ritual: we lock the door, crank R&B, and the real celebration begins. I'm on my knees in the equipment room, jersey still half-on, taking our 6'8" center slow and deep while the point guard strokes himself against my back. Someone's filming on a phone, someone else is already bent over the bench getting eaten out. We rotate like a perfect play: mouths, hands, cocks everywhere. Moans echo off the lockers, sweat mixes with cum on the tile floor. I love watching my teammates' faces when they let go; eyes rolling back, abs flexing hard as they unload. Ten bodies, one heartbeat.
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