Will wasn't a fan of the game per sey. He rarely watched it on TV at home unless his Dad or brothers were watching.
But he would say, "goin to bball" when his mother asked where he was goin.
And biking across town, he went from one court to another watching half naked guys sweat until they glowed under the sun.
Tall, short, black, white, great players and not so good alike were easy to watch. He rarely played always perferring to go to crowded courts where nobody would notice him watching.
The strong legs, the intense expressions, the smooth or hairy chests, the rounded buttocks, the long shorts and the short shorts were all wonderful to see.
Every now and then he felt the eyes of those looking and he'd smile or nod or ignore depending on who it was.
If their expressions were blank he would return the same. If they seemed angry as if they knew what he was doing, he'd look away. If they seemed friendly he'd smile back and if they seemed more then just curious, he'd nod.
"Hey you ever play?"
"Sometimes, but I learn by watching you guys. Your jump shots are hot" He used the key word to see what happened. Will had learned well.
"Thanks, you look like you're a player too. Maybe we can do some one on one sometime"
"Yea but away from the others, one on one is better that way" Will would take things a step further.
Sometimes it would end with a "see ya" and those special times would continue when the person said "I have a court back home"
They'd play awhile, Will would strip to his shorts, knowing his half hard could could be seen as it moved about under them. If the other player offered the same movements Will knew what would happen. But sometimes the player wore a jock so it took more time.
They'd play hard. Will would make sure that hands on buttocks, chest bumps, ball snatching and other more rough moves were included.
"Wow you're agressive" the player might say or Will would say.
And as the hot sun and sweating torsos demanded "Wanna get something cold to drink?" invitation would come.
They stood still shirtless in the players kitchen heads tilted backwards as cold flud was poured.
"Shit man I stink, gotta shower." the player would say. "Yea me too, my Mom hates it when I come home sweaty and stink" Will might add.
"You can shower here" the invitation would come and soon both would be naked sharing a hot shower, soaping each other's backs and toweling them dry as if doing each other a favor.
"Hey nice bone man" WIll would say in his manly voice and if the player didn't hide his cock or turn away, he might kneel and lick the object of his desire.
"Yea always get hard in the shower, wanna whack off?" the player might say instead.
"Shit man I always get horny in the afternoons" or something like that might be said instead.
"Hell, I haven't seen a cock like that since scout camp, got cornholed back then, two just just goofing around" Will might say if he felt the situation was allowed.
"Nice butt man" the player said once
"Thanks, yea lots of girls and guys like it" Will would smile smaking his ass "want some" he might add.
"You gay?" the player might say instead at which point Will knew he'd be face down or on his back feeling the guys cock ramming him.
"Ever had a black cock?" he was asked once to his surprise. They hadn't even gone through the shower conversation. "I figured the way you were lookin" the guy said "And white boys have nice butts"
Will spent hours that time until they both returned to the backyard to play more bball.
He loved basketball. The players would jump move and dance around mindless of how their cocks and ballsacs bounced, ignoring the flexing and tightening their buttocks displayed.
By the time he got home, it was time for a shower, a long hot one. His folks presumed it was normal for him to play basketball and come home to shower, not suspecting that under the hot spray, Will replayed the sights he saw while he milked himself until his body hurt.
"Shit kid, me and Joiner gonna keep playin wanna?" the two invited him after most of the others had left the asphalt. Will played. He didn't play well but his enthusiasm made up for it giving the two other players a work out.
He put on the agressive act, touching butts, chest bumping, crowding and falling from time to time. They seemed to return in kind transposing the game into a kind of wrestling match.
"Shit I stink" Will said as they wiped sweat from his own forehead
"Yea" one of the others agreed
"Wish the locker room was open so we could shower" Will said
"Come on" the school was there, dark and closed. Large chains and locks laced through the door handles. The three walked to the back and down some stairs where one of the players lifted the handle.
The locker room was clean, quiet, dark. There was no usual odor Will remembered from classes.
The two stripped and waited for him to do the same. The hot water encompassed the three. There was no soap. They smoothed across their skin with their hands.
"Want us to do you?" the question came.
Will let their hands wash his back and soon pull him into more action as he sucked and bent over to take cocks. It was wild, beyond his anticipation and a memory he would use to jack off many times the rest of the summer.
Usually Will wanted to play one on one, but he learned the value of a larger team that day.
"You" the voice came deep. It was one of the players he had spent time with earlier that summer. "Come on" there was no pretense, no back yard game, no shower. They went to the guys house and fucked.
The value of a repeat agreed with Will.
As the summer progressed, Will joined the players on the courts more, letting his body get as sweat shinny as the others.
"You looked hot out there" the voice said. It was a kid about the same age as Will.
"Thanks, you play"
"Only on my driveway at home, I'm not too good. Need more practice" the smiling kid said
"Wanna do some one on one" he added.
"I got some time" Will said realizing he wasn't the only one that came to the courts to watch and maybe hook up.
He loved the game.