The Exhibitionist/Ride past the basketball court
From Create Your Own Story
I continued to ride towards the basketball court. It was exhilarating to do this, but the more risk, the more exciting. But it was confusing on why anyone would be here this late at night.
As I approached, I noticed two young men. From the looks of them, they were college students. No wonder they were up late at night. I had finished college myself. It seems like in college, people only sleep infrequently, and normally late. The insomnia of college.
I slowed down as I got closer, and watched them playing. The two guys were shirtless, wearing only sneakers and knee length, baggy shorts. Sweat dripped from them as they chased each other, each fighting to get the ball from the other.
One guy was a bit overweight, a bit hairy, but his friend...
I stopped there, watching them. He had dark brown hair, a handsome face, almost beautiful. My eyes traveled to his chest, well toned. Not overly muscled, but fit and tight. Pecs that flexed as he bounced the ball. Strong looking arms, well defined. I could imagine getting lost being held by those arms.
His legs were slender, and like the rest of him, the muscles well defined. I watched as they worked, him running back and forth, chasing his other friend, trying to get the ball, or trying to keep the ball away from the other.
My shirt resettled to its natural place, forgotten as I drank in the sight of this gorgeous guy.
Suddenly, his friend turned towards me, a slight look of surprise. His feet tangled up, and I winced as I saw him fall, almost flat on his face. I took a step towards him, wondering if he was okay, then stopped.
He shook his head, trying to clear it, and then pointed right at me. At that point, reality hit me again, and I realized what had happened.
I felt my face go bright red and got ready to pedal away.
