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.
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