The score was 15 to 12: in favor of Fred and I against Tom and Eric.
Cheyenne refused to join our game; instead, she sat on a fold out chair in the garage sipping from a glass of Lemonade while watching us play basketball in the driveway of Jeff's house. Jeff was inside the house with Robin- probably in the kitchen drinking sweet tea and eating potato chips.
Fred dribbled the ball in front of Eric, teasing him by faking the ball left and right.
"Coury has the ball!" Fred announced, bouncing the ball against his hand and the cement driveway.
Eric swayed side-to-side, not taking his eyes off the ball. I stood beside Tom, watching as Fred faked the ball to the Left.
"And he fakes the ball to the left! Brittingham does not know what's going on! What will Coury do next?" I knew how this would end. Once Fred lifted the ball over his head, Eric would smack it down effortlessly. Eric had a three inch advantage over Fred.
Fred went back to dribbling the ball.
"Come on, Brittingham. Try and take the ball from me!" Fred dared as he lifted the ball over his head, ready to toss it into the basket. Eric smacked the ball out of Fred's hands. The ball bounced against the cement and rolled under a bush bordering the edge of the house.
"How do you like that, Coury!" Eric boasted.
Fred responded by grabbing the waistline of Eric's jeans and pulling them to his ankles.
My eyes widened when i realized Eric was not wearing underwear. His dick exposed to everyone.
"Fred! you prick! I'm not wearing underwear!" Eric's nicely toned ass was bare. i quickly looked away before Tom could catch me checking out Eric's body. I glanced over to Cheyenne; she had a stupid smile upon her face as she watched Eric pull up his pants.
Eric then attacked Fred, pushing him against the cement. Fred only laughed while Eric bashed the side of his head with his fist.
"Eric! come on, man. Get off him!" Tom said in between laughs.
Fred pushed Eric aside quickly and stood up before Eric could tackle him again.
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