Michael Jordan felt a shiver rush up his leg from where the gloved hand had touched him.
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 realizing 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 frotted with his power forward Demetri in the sauna from time to time.
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 Bugs Bunny’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 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. “Space Jam, doc.”