Brad shot baskets for nearly an hour. He was shirtless, and showing off his naked muscled chest and arms to everyone who ran, strolled or cycled by the night courts. He was thinking he wouldn't get laid tonight after all, when he heard a voice behind him.
"Hey, aren't you Chad's big bro?"
"Yeah, who are you?"
"Name's Bruno. You're Vlad or Thad or Tad, right?"
"It's Brad," Brad replied, not sure about the young punk. Everyone who was a Chad's school had to know of Brad's athletic record. Maybe he was new since Brad went off to college? Wait Chad had a scrawny friend in Middle Svhool named Bruno. If this was him, he filled out nicely, and the mis-remembering was purposeful. Yeah, he probably was angling for a game. "Say, Bruno, you up for a little game of one on one?"
"Yeah, wanna bet I can beat you?"
"Okay, first to 10 wins sack time with winner?" Brad said with a smile.
"Top or bottom?" Bruno asked.
"I'm a top, and you're a bottom," Brad re0lied.
"Buzzzz - wrong. I top. So winner tops the loser, Loser!" Bruno taunted.
"I thought you were a bottom, but it doesn't matter because always win. And you will bottom for me."
"Heads or tails?"
"Oh, both, I think I'll start with some head, then I will fuck your ass."
"In your dreams, Brad," Bruno replued, "I meant let's flip a coin to see who starts with the ball. Heads or tails?"
"Oh. Heads!'
Bruno flipped a coin, and said, "Heads. You are first."
Brad laughed as Bruno positoned himself between Brad and the basket. Brad shot a 3 pointer. It looked like a perfect shot. It flew straight at the basket, and spun around the rim. Then it tipped away from the hoop, and fell to the ground.
"What? I was sure it was going in."
Bruno grabbed the rebound, and dribbled the ball down the court to the other basket.
He tried to dunk the ball, but Brad jumped in his way and hit the ball away. It should have bounced off the backbrosrd and away from the basket. Instead it ricocheted off the backboard, spun around the rim, then fell in.
"Yes, two points!" Bruno said pumping his fist in the air.
Chad concentrated on shifting his weight to make each of Brad's shots miss, and each one of Bruno's go in. But basketball wasnt Bruno's sport, and Chad was getting tired.