I burst out laughing. This may have been the effect of the whiskey or simply that it was good to have physical contact with the boy. The scent of fresh sweat wafted off him and went straight to my balls. I noticed the lovely smell of washing powder warmed by a body. The boy jumped to his feet and offered his hand to help me up, apologizing again and again. I blamed myself for not looking, even as I was disappointed that the tumbler wasn’t my favorite boy. I’d have loved any interaction with him. All of the boys were looking at us. My eyes scanned the court. My favorite was watching. Something in his gaze registered in my gut. The bicycles overlooked the court but I’d have to crane my head to keep looking at my favorite. This would not only be uncomfortable, it would be creepy. I settled into Emma. After thirty minutes I was only a few pages from the end so I kept peddling until I finished the book. By the time I crossed the court again the basketball game was over and the boys had gone. Their noise and smell hit me when I entered the locker room. The boys were changing into their school uniforms. It was impossible not to notice trousers being pulled up over underpants, hands tucking in shirts front and back. Here and there some boy bent to tie a shoelace or put on a sock. My locker was in the dead center of them. I wasn’t about to wait until they finished so I moved forward, determined not to be intimidated, and excused my way through them to my locker. Then I toyed with their curiosity. Surrounded by boys, I lifted off my T-shirt. Compared to theirs my body was muscular, so I did this with a fair amount of confidence. By the time I pulled down my shorts, my dick had enough blood in it to make it look impressive. I coughed, paused, coughed again, and reached for my towel in the back of my locker. If my adolescence was anything to go by, it’s likely they were as hyperaware of me being a full-grown man as I was of their youth. Moving through them again with my towel held casually in front of my crotch but not hiding it, I headed towards the showers. Their pack mentality switched over to a more placid herding as the boys meandered out of the locker room in one long stream. I had the showers to myself. Perfect.