Chapter 9: Courts

I watched my mother walk up the stairs with shaky legs with her ripped yoga pants showing her soggy vulva while her plump boobs stood upright and gave me an amazing lewd sight.

When she was out of my vision I looked away and finished eating my cereal with my eyes closed, thinking of the schedule I would follow today.

When I felt no more cereal in my bowl I opened my eyes and lifted the bowl to my mouth and gulped down the remainder of the milk, before I put it into the sink, put on my clothes, and went to the garage.

My garage had three uses which was possible because there were two garage doors on the left and right of the driveway. The left garage space was used for a car, and the right garage space had a mini gym, small cabinets along the wall, and a small space behind it with two big cabinets that were used for storage.

The mini gym was a squat rack with a barbell connected to the rack with small little indents in the frame that allowed the barbell to rest at different heights of the indents, a hook at the front that could be used to attach different weight equipment like lateral pull down bars, at the end was a chest fly machine, behind that was an adjustable weight for the chest flies and the hook at the start, and there were other bars used to hold weight.

But for today I wouldn't be using this gym rack. It was a Saturday, and I had created my schedule so that the weekends were for recovery and weekdays were for workouts.

I slipped on a pair of black shoes and pressed a button on the side of the wall, which caused the garage door to start opening up. I started to walk outside when I suddenly got a text on my phone.

"Was that you that opened the garage door?"

The test was from Lauren, and I immediately responded.

"Yeah, I'm going on a walk. Don't worry about it, and get yourself ready for tonight."

"I can't wait!" She replied, along with a selfie of herself in the shower with her huge tits floating above the water and her hand out of frame reaching towards her crotch and her expression etched in pleasure, leaving much to my imagination.

I got the camera app on my phone out and pulled the front of my basketball shorts forward and took a picture of my erect penis in my hand, and sent it to her.

After that I put my airpods in and played music on my phone, before I closed my garage door and ran out fast enough before it closed entirely, and then I started walking around my neighborhood. Because I lived in Awel Beach, a city that requires a high salary to live in, the neighborhood was bright, pretty, and pleasing to the eye.

The grass was always neatly cut, the trees were tall and organized, and the bushes were orderly and trimmed.

I passed by other people who were also going on walks, and after giving them a light greeting I would continue my walk around the neighborhood.

Half an hour later, I walked out of the neighborhood and got onto the sidewalk. I took out my phone and entered my messages phone, and I texted my friend Isaiah.

"Are you guys at the court yet?"

I waited for a reply, and soon my phone dinged.

"Yeah, hurry up. Me and Bruce are doing 1 on 1's right now."

The place I was going to was the park near my house that had a basketball court with a huge field next to it. This park was the area me, Isaiah, and Bruce would hang out at ever since elementary school.

I met Isaiah and Bruce in my elementary school in second grade, and we quickly became best friends. Although we had other friends, we three were always together and hanging out. Our current friendship was a bit complicated because of the friend group basically telling them to either choose me or the group, but I hope they eventually choose their buddy from elementary school. After all, quality over quantity right?

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Walking past the opening in the fence, I stepped onto the grass field and brought out my phone and messaged Bruce.

"Yo, I'm here. Where r u guys."

"We at the basketball court rn."

I started walking towards the basketball court through the field and soon noticed where Bruce and Isaiah were. They also noticed me and waved at me, and I started to jog towards them.

I opened the door to the court and walked inside. I noticed that nobody else was on the court and walked up to them.

"Yo, let's run one on ones. Whoever wins goes against me." Bruce said to me. This was what we usually did when we played basketball, because Bruce was the best out of the three of us. Me and Isaiah played football, with him being an OL and me being a TE.

Me and Isaiah walked up to the three point line with me getting the ball first.

"You're about to get shit on fatso." Isaiah said with a grin, as he checked the ball and passed it back to me.

"Your one to talk, you fucking beluga whale." I shot back at him. Me and Isaiah were both big, but Isaiah was much bigger than me.

He had a black perm with fair toned/white skin, an Asian face with black eyes and a clean cut face covered in fat that didn't allow one to discern if his real face was good or not, and a wide stature with a belly slightly over his waistline. He was already 6'0 feet even though he was the youngest one of us, being fourteen.

In comparison, Isaiah had blonde hair in a medium length comb over and medium toned/brown skin with a clean cut, good looking Filipino face and brown eyes, with the body of a track star standing at 5'11 feet. He got his track star body from being in basketball and the track team, along with his dream of being a professional athlete.

In fact, all three of us dreamed of being professionals. Bruce had a good chance to get into NFL football because of his physical talent that blessed him with a tall and wide body perfect for being an OL, Isaiah was decent at basketball and track but definitely not talented enough to get to a professional level, while I didn't know if I was talented enough to be a TE.

That was because I had never played tackle football before. For my entire life I played flag football as a center, and my coaches usually made me do short routes. I was known for being a perfect "dump," which is what the last option is called in football when the first option isn't open.

I was the perfect dump because of my incredible hands that made me catch every good ball that was thrown to me, and my wide body that made it hard for people to get close. But because it was flag football, I would always be stopped right when I caught the ball. I felt that I would be good in tackle because I doubt one person would be able to tackle me, and although I was always caught a second after catching the ball in the flag my speed was actually comparable to a non athletic skinny person.

But this was just my speculation. I had no idea if I would actually be good at the sport because I had never played it before. However, now it doesn't even matter if I would be talented at football. I have a magical god damn phone!

When I got the ball I immediately shot it towards the basket while shouting, "YEPPAH!"

The ball flew slowly towards the basket on what seemed to be a perfect trajectory to the basket, and when it was about to get in the basket a football smacked into the basketball and knocked it away.

"You missed fat ass!" Isaiah yelled while laughing.

For the next hour we alternated between playing football and basketball. For football we would do one on ones with Isaiah as QB or just play catch, and for basketball we would do one on ones or minigames like knockout.

But as we were playing basketball, the door suddenly opened. I looked to the door and saw five boys enter the court. Their expressions immediately alerted to me that they wanted to start trouble, and it didn't take a rocket scientist to guess who they would start it with.

"Hey retard, give us that basketball." The kid in the front said, his lips etched in an arrogant smirk. The boys behind him had the same smirks, and my expression turned cold. It seemed we were about to get into a fight.