by Tad

PART C1: Teammates

PREFACE

This is a fairly long study and does meet the basic Archive ‘requirement’ with the tags being seriously accurate…consider yourself advised. It is dedicated to the innumerable young casualties who have, for a myriad of reasons, been either denied a choice or silenced forever by the conjunctive forces of selfish abusers and categorically flawed social misconceptions.

Finally please note the situations herein depicted could easily be recognizable within any given community. Rest assured any such similarity is purely and absolutely co-incidental. Furthermore if you or your community lacks tolerance for studies that delve into variant human sexualities, the greater wisdom would be to seek other reading material.

CHAPTER 5: DIGITAL PICTURE #2 "BASKETBALL KID"”

The following summer, Lesley once again spent afternoons at various public pools. He saw many boys in the locker rooms without their swimsuits. Enjoyable to be sure but frustrating as there had been absolutely no opportunities to safely do what he had done to Davin. Still it had been fun to at least watch so when school began in September, he joined the basketball team for exercise but moreover to ogle the younger teammates in the shower. To Lesley’s pleasant surprise, there was an extremely cute player on the team, a kid with light brown hair, dark eyes and some of the longest eyelashes ever seen on a boy. And this kid wasn’t just good-looking, he was downright pretty as far as Lesley was concerned. The boy’s name, Lesley quickly discovered, was Jimmie Pottager.

But it was what Lesley discovered in the showers after practice that he found most exciting about Jimmie. And Lesley was so enamored, he covertly would capture images of this new boy on his cell phone. Jimmie’s body was tight and slender from years of playing the game and his skin was an unblemished creamy texture. Between his legs was a penis and testicles sized smaller than one would expect for a boy of fourteen going on fifteen. And, for whatever physiological reason, his body had decided pubic hair was not yet necessary. Lesley had to hide both his cell phone and his hard-on quickly on more than one occasion…

Jimmie was one of five players on the team still completely hairless but the only one the others teased about it. Of the other four ‘bald’ boys, as they were referred to on that team, one had only just turned fourteen, two were thirteen and the fourth boy was barely twelve. The teammates innately knew it would be degrading to bother them concerning their hairless status. And since they were a well managed team, they knew how important it was to be supportive of their fellow players.

Jimmie, though, was a different matter. Easily the best shooter on the team, this boy garnered much of the attention and the team as a whole regarded him highly. But Jimmie was good-natured in spirit and deflected as much of the ‘star’ status as he could back on his teammates. Sure he knew he was talented at the game, but playing as a team with his friends was what he cared about most. So he readily accepted their frequent teasing concerning his lack of hair in the spirit of camaraderie…and went right back at them even at one point offering them razors to assuage their ‘jealousy’! It was a fun locker room where even the other ‘baldies’ could join in teasing Jimmie yet without fear of repercussions.

This would be the last year the team would enjoy such revelry. The team would have an excellent season and go on to be in the championship game. But it was because of the final play of that final game that Lesley ultimately chose to betray the one person that had shown him the most compassion. And it would impact the lives of the teammates permanently.

Yet to appreciate the full impact of that last game and events of the weeks that followed does require knowing Jimmie’s life a bit more intimately. Jimmie had one sibling…a younger brother. When Jimmie was nine, this younger brother was stricken by a form of pediatric cancer. It would be curable, but an expensive burden. The place where Jimmie’s father worked had somewhat limited health care, so the man changed jobs taking a civilian position in the military as an engineer. He negotiated for a position which would render him almost immediately a significant increase in coverage. That was the good news. The down side was that for the next several years he would be overseas away from his family. But in desperate times one does what one has to.

To help her son deal with this difficult situation, his mother signed him up for a kid’s basketball league held at a nearby college gym. It was while still playing on this league a year later that Jimmie would meet a man called Leif who was the new referee for the league games. Leif liked working with the kids on the league and did his best to encourage them to become better players. He also would exercise caution about becoming too close with them to avoid any “inappropriateness”. Jimmie, of course, seized the referee’s attention almost from the beginning of the season due to the boy’s talent and good spirit. He and the boy did develop a friendship but Leif maintained a proper “distance”. Still, fate has ways of intervening…especially when there’s a boy in need and an available adult that can help.

One of Leif’s responsibilities as a referee was to put equipment away after the games. It took the best part of an hour to complete and the man typically walked from a building devoid of coaches, kids and parents. On a particular Saturday just a few weeks into the season, Leif noticed one boy sitting out front waiting for his mother.

“Jimmie,” asked the referee, “hasn’t your mother come yet.”

“Nope.”

“Did she call or tell you she was going to be late?”

“She didn’t say anything this morning.”

“Do you know where she could be?”

“She’s most likely at the hospital with my brother.”

“I didn’t know you had a brother. Is he sick?”

“Yeah…he has some type of cancer. They should be able to fix him up…it’s just gonna take awhile.”

“Well maybe you should call her.”

“I can’t…I don’t have a phone.”

Leif when back inside to the equipment room locating a player roster. He found the mobile phone number of the boy’s mother and handed Jimmie his own mobile phone. Jimmie talked for a few minutes and handed the phone back to Leif. His mother of course was frantic.

“I’m so sorry,” she apologized, “my other son and I are still waiting on the specialist and I totally forgot the time.”

“Don’t worry about it…we’ll work out something,” Leif reassured her, “maybe someone else could pick him up.”

“My next door neighbor might—no, that won’t work. They’re not home.”

“Grandparents?”

“They live in another state.”

“Oh…well…I don’t know if this helps but I’ll offer to take him out to lunch and then you’ll call me when you’re finished at the hospital.”

“But that’s a major inconvenience for you. We could be here for another three hours.”

“I don’t mind at all but it is really up to you.”

Leif took Jimmie with him in his car that day as there really was no easy alternative. Additionally Jimmie’s mother knew Leif relatively well from the basketball games and from the way her son spoke highly of the man at home.

“So where do you live?” Jimmie asked Leif after their lunch.

“In a house,” Leif remarked impishly.

“Well I know that…but where is it?”

“Why? Are you planning to come rob me?” Leif joked with the boy.

“Of course not…I was just curious that’s all.”

“If you must know, it’s only like five minutes away.”

“Can I see it?”

“Jimmie, it’s just a little house and bit of a mess right now.”

“So what? I don’t feel like sitting here for the next three days.”

So Leif finally acquiesced to something he felt a little uncomfortable doing. He brought a just turned eleven year old boy to his home. Jimmie thought the house was cool and soon the two of them were playing games on the computer. Nothing questionable happened and Leif waited with Jimmie outside as soon as his mother called. Leif and the mother talked for quite awhile outside where the woman explained that Saturday schedules would be difficult because of the sick younger brother.

“If you need help, I really don’t mind,” Leif said as they were finishing the conversation.

“Be careful what you offer,” the mother replied, “you might be stuck with my brat every Saturday.”

“Your son is definitely not a brat!”

Jimmie was to spend several more Saturday’s with Leif mostly because the ‘dopey’ neighbors were ‘boring’…according to the boy. In truth, the boy preferred the way the man treated him. There would be handshakes and hugs but never at times that would be embarrassing. And the boy, repulsed by a stranger’s hug, reveled from the contact with his new found friend. His parents rarely touched him physically which was something, this boy anyway, seriously both needed and wanted from those he considered special. And on the occasions that Leif would rub his back, Jimmie pulled out his shirt so the man would contact directly with the boy’s skin.

Then one time, Jimmie brought along a backpack.

“Planning on moving in?” Leif teased.

“It’s a cool idea but my mom probably won’t let me,” the boy replied more seriously than Leif would have expected, “actually my dad’s home on leave and we’re picking him up from the airport for dinner. My mom will be stuck at the hospital so it’ll be easier if I change out of my basketball stuff at your house.”

“You’re welcome to use my shower to clean up if you want,” Leif said off-handedly.

“Yeah, maybe I should,” said Jimmie…a reply Leif wasn’t really expecting.

They played their usual Saturday video games and as it grew later Leif again suggested the boy could use the shower before he changed.

“Oh, I guess I should after playing basketball, huh?”

“I think it would be a good idea.”

Leif set the boy up with a towel and soap before leaving the bathroom but a few minutes later, Jimmie was calling.

“Hey Leif, how do you turn this thing on?”

Leif had an unusual faucet…it pulled instead of turned so the man went in to help. Jimmie, it turned out, couldn’t see any reason to be modest in front of his adult friend. So the man found the boy sitting completely naked in the tub making no attempt to cover himself in the man’s presence. Leif adjusted the faucet turning the water on hot and, while waiting to fix the temperature for the boy, he rubbed soap onto the small foot that was close by.

“Are you going to give me a bath?”

“I could if you want but wouldn’t you rather do that yourself?”

“I don’t think I want to,” Jimmie said dreamily, “you do it.”

Leif wondered at the boy’s now somewhat laid back attitude and soon understood the cause when Jimmie pushed down firmly, not once but several times, on his totally stiff two inch little boy penis. Leif mused at the smallness of the boy’s sensitive area and could only conclude that the boy would be like himself, not “well endowed”. The man dragged the soap bar across the boy’s body and then lathered up the soap trail. When Leif finally rubbed the soap onto the tiny excited boyhood, Jimmie pushed himself firmly into Leif’s hand…

Leif proceeded to wash the kid’s entire body including his hair yet the stiffness did not fade albeit there was frequent encouragement. When Leif finished washing the boy, Jimmie was still reluctant to leave the tub.

“Tell you what,” Leif suggested, “how about I tickle you on the couch after you dry off?”

Jimmie nodded and jumped up allowing the man to dry his small body. Leif sat on the couch first and boy followed leaning onto the man. Leif then dragged the boy across his lap.

“You do know this is sort of private…you can just put your clothes on if you want.”

“Nah…it’s fine,” Jimmie replied softly reveling in the man’s attention, “besides, it’s not like I’m going to tell on you or anything cause then I’d be telling on myself too.”

Leif had not really anticipated the intensity of Jimmie’s visit that day but the boy seemed fine afterwards and even said as much. Still the man felt dizzy yet strangely peaked within his stomach as he later walked Jimmie out to his mother’s car. He was concerned about the how he and the boy had spent the afternoon and was somewhat relieved when Jimmie gave the man his usual hug before hopping in the car. Although the boy visited in between, it would be perhaps a month later when similar thing happened only sans the bath.

“So are you going tickle me again?” Jimmie hinted softly.

“Only if a certain little boy takes off all of his clothing,” Leif whispered back.

A fraction of a moment later, the boy had voluntarily strewn his clothing across Leif’s living room carpet…

Friday a week hence, Jimmie’s brother was spending the night with a friend he met at the hospital and it would be the second night of a week’s leave for the father. Jimmie’s mother made a request of Leif both because of basketball practice the next morning and because she wanted ‘alone’ time with her husband. The boy was ecstatic that he would be spending his first night with his adult friend. Leif did offer his young friend alternative bedding but he refused.

“Why can’t I just sleep in your bed?”

“Because I thought you’d be more comfortable by yourself.”

“But I don’t want to be alone.”

“Are you sure? Because if you use my bed, you’ll have to sleep naked.”

“Why?”

“Well…how else can I ‘tickle’ you to sleep?”

“Oh yeah…I forgot…that’s a good idea!”

That night like the others to follow, Leif would keep on his own clothing. Jimmie, though, would never be permitted any clothing when he was to go to sleep…of course he didn’t want any either!

Jimmie became more independent the following year by frequently riding his bike to Junior High School. On the way home, he’d just as frequently pedal his way over for some “hang time” with Leif. Jimmie would visit even when his father was home on leave although it would be for less time. And somewhere along the way, the twelve year old discovered it was kind of neat when Leif would occasionally put a finger up inside…

When he started Junior High School, Jimmie tried out and easily earned a place on the basketball team’s second squad. The coach quickly became aware that Jimmie could shoot from anywhere and midway through that season moved the boy up to the first team. Even playing amongst older boys, Jimmie found he could use his smaller stature to squirm around them and still make baskets. Sure the kid had plenty to learn but being also very much a team player, Jimmie was quickly accepted into the circle of mutual respect his teammates held for one another.

Of course being accepted meant the newcomer would have to endure a certain amount of teasing and other minor annoyances. So Jimmie formed an alliance with Zeke, another newcomer who played Point Guard on the team. Together they effectively found ways to harass the older boys right back until their newcomer status wore off. As a result, Jimmie now had a new friend in the similar aged darker skinned Zeke.

For Jimmie, being on the team represented his first foray into showering with other boys after sweaty practices. No one usually showered during the regular gym class firstly because the classes weren’t that strenuous but moreover because of the growing yet distorted puritanical attitude that nudity is somehow abusive. But after an arduous basketball work out, the teammates dropped the puritan crap in favor of the shower.

Sure the boys would subtly compare themselves to each other and Jimmie did find himself similarly curious. He knew boys would eventually grow hair by their penises but couldn’t recall ever seeing that on another male. Even Zeke had some meager strands starting. Jimmie had absolutely none and, to make matters worse, his penis was one of the smaller varieties. For this, the players on the first team deemed him a ‘baldy’ bestowing more than one teasing upon the boy. But they also made it clear their comments were meant in fun. Because of his hard work and talent on the court, they always treated him as an equal.

Fully a part of the team, Jimmie would be privy to the older boys’ conversations, which more than not focused on sexual matters. They would even recommend he visit ‘certain’ websites oftentimes supplying passwords. The nature of the discussion eradicated any doubt in Jimmie’s mind that such ‘high recommendations’ would not be held in similar esteem by his mother. But at Leif’s house, Jimmie was fairly free to surf the internet as long as the boy was honest as to his intentions. If the site looked weird, the boy would check with Leif first.

“Will you ever let me see what’s on one those ‘other’ sites?” the boy asked.

“Okay,” the man responded one day, “to satisfy your curiosity we’ll check one out but I’ll warn you now that you’ll probably be grossed out. What people do on those sites is better left private.”

They went to the opening pages of one site and that was all the boy needed to realize his adult friend was right.

“Umm…okay, I’ve seen enough,” the boy said. People nude doing regular stuff was kind of interesting. This crap was strange at best.

“That’s why I discourage going to sites like these,” the man replied, “on the other hand, artistic nude drawings or pictures are fine. You can also learn quite a bit from medical sites about how your body works. After all, how else are you going to find out about stuff unless you are permitted to explore. But if you don’t understand something, it’s important that you talk to me, okay?”

The boy nodded and, with Leif’s guidance, he did explore his interests while avoiding the weird places. And the man never made him feel guilty or ashamed about the places he surfed.

That summer, the thirteen year old Jimmie stumbled across something on a medical website that seriously spiked his interest. He had never considered that such a thing could happen to a boy…and fairly easily it seemed. Since Leif had indicated most medical sites were okay to explore, Jimmie pressed on. The boy became a bit overwhelmed and soon called Leif to ask about what he had found.

“Yep,” Leif said, “this does happen on occasions mostly due to disease or injury. But there was a time when it was done intentionally.”

“What?” exclaimed Jimmie.

“We can talk about that aspect later but first I want you to follow this link for an explanation on how to avoid the disease issue,” the man replied, “it’s something all boys should know and the sooner the better. I’d rather have you lose a testicle than lose your life.”

“So that’s what castration means?”

“Exactly…removal of a guy’s testicles.”

“Oh wow, that would totally suck,” the kid commented reactively placing a protective hand over top of his boyhood. Jimmie and Leif had already talked about how the organs functioned and why they were important to a guy.

“Okay, so take off your shorts,” Leif instructed once the link loaded.

“Why? Are you going to tickle me?” the boy said as he slid down his pants and sat back down on Leif’s lap naked from the waist down.

“Not exactly. I want you to follow the instructions on the website.”

“Oh…about checking for that disease thing.”

Jimmie started but gave up a second or two later.

“Doing this to myself is like way too gay.”

“Still don’t like touching yourself?”

“It’s weird, that’s all.”

“So how are going to check yourself out?”

“I won’t. You’ll do it for me. It feels fine when you do it.”

“And if I’m not around?”

“Then I’d guess I’d have to do it. But you are around…so you do it.”

So Leif, following the instructions on screen, explained to the boy what he was doing. Jimmie did listen carefully but his penis always rather liked Leif’s attention stiffening whenever the man touched the boy privately…even now when his testicles were being painfully compressed.

“Ouch…ouch,” the boy whispered softly a couple of times but made no attempt to stop the man allowing him to finish the inspection. His penis, though, remained hard.

“Wow…why did you have to squeeze so much?”

“I wasn’t so much squeezing as trying to feel the structure of your testicles.”

“Oh…okay. Are my nuts alright?”

“Yep, I’d say so.”

“Cool…so now are you going to tickle me?”

Afterwards, Jimmie found himself curiously drawn back to the medical website. He would return to the same site many times over his next few visits to Leif’s house and followed links to comparable pages. Thinking his adult friend would find his interest odd, the boy would try to visit these sites at times when Leif wasn’t paying attention to his browsing. But his adult friend quickly became cognizant of Jimmie’s prurient interest and approached the unsuspected web surfing boy.

“Fascinating topic, isn’t it?” Leif commented.

“Um…yeah…it is…I guess,” fumbled the somewhat embarrassed Jimmie attempting to suppress his erection.

“You’re not planning revenge on someone, are you?”

“Of course not,” the boy demurred immediately.

“I didn’t really think so…but it is interesting to consider what would happen if you were the one on the losing end.”

“Well…I…I…,” was all Jimmie could manage for Leif had guessed the boy’s feelings exactly.

“The thoughts are nothing to be ashamed of,” Leif said sitting down with his young friend, “obviously plenty of others have considered it too or these websites wouldn’t be here.”

“Oh…well…maybe…so you don’t think it’s weird?”

“No Jimmie, I don’t. Every boy at some point has wondered what it would be like if they were the ones losing their nuts. Some boys just think about it more than others.”

“You mean boys like me?”

“That doesn’t make you weird. It’s far better to read stuff and surf the internet on the topic than to physically take a knife to yourself.”

Leif, after engaging Jimmie long enough in discussion to ascertain the boy was merely ‘curious’ as opposed to ‘self-destructive’, encouraged the boy to continue his perusing. Feeling too awkward to continue his web surfing that day, Jimmie did return to the sites secure that his adult friend would not expose nor think bad of the boy’s recently new found ‘interest’.

Although Leif would never violate his young friend’s confidence, he did devise a somewhat elaborate scheme to play upon Jimmie’s castration prurience. The boy initially was drawn in but eventually perceived at some level the nature of his adult friend’s plan. Still Leif was able to string his boy along for almost two hours before allowing Jimmie his much deserved relief. Jimmie was totally amazed by the experience…

“So you didn’t mess them up or anything did you?” said the boy just to be sure.

“Of course I did,” the man replied impishly, “I unhooked them, stuck them in the refrigerator and we’re going to have them for dinner.”

“It’s going to be a small meal.”

“Perhaps…but tasty!”

“You’re even weirder than I am!”

Jimmie discovered he quite liked this new game of pretend. Playing along the edge with virtually no danger of screwing up any future ideas was fun…and they could do it over and over again. For the boy, as Leif had already suggested, was cognizant that he did want to grow up, maybe marry and perhaps have kids of his own. This was a game never intended to become real. In the meantime, to have the complete attention of his best friend along with his own so completely centered on his most sensitive area was extremely exciting. The game was involved as they would try to make it as lifelike as they could. And sometimes the boy would add ‘things’ so they’d need to make plans for it ahead of time. Jimmie noticed he always had tingling butterflies in the days prior…

Despite their closeness, Leif rarely appeared naked himself in front of the boy…and when he did, the situation was not an intimate one and very brief. The man truly valued the teenaged boy’s friendship far more than for its sexual aspect. He also harbored no beliefs that the kid’s ‘hang time’ was anything more than a way for Jimmie to satisfy his natural need for adult male interaction. And while the man reveled in their current relationship, he was prepared for the situation to change. Jimmie, within the next year or so, could soon be bringing his first girlfriend around seeking Leif’s encouragement.

But before that day arrived, Jimmie had, at some level, decided he wanted to engage in other little sexual ‘experiments’ of his own. And what better place to do it than with the adult friend he could trust with his new secret ideas? After all, exploring such ideas with one of his friends would be way too ‘homo’…something Jimmie didn’t think he was really into. But with Leif, Jimmie knew it would be private, kind of exciting yet not really ‘gayish’. Leif was accordingly taken back when on Jimmie’s next weekend visit, the now fourteen year old boy insisted on joining the man in the shower…and then proceeded to lean his behind against the man’s stiffness.

“Are you sure that’s something you really want to do?” the man whispered.

“Yeah…why not? It’s just for fun,” the boy whispered back.

Leif, not particularly endowed, easily satisfied Jimmie’s curiosity without any discomfort and the young teenager rather liked the experience. Jimmie, of course, had grown taller since the time he took his first bath at Leif’s house. But as Leif encouraged the boy in such a way that would allow them to both peak simultaneously, the man figured the boy’s stiffness to be just shy of the three inch mark. Leif’s earlier assessment had been correct…his young friend’s boyhood would always be smaller than most. Furthermore the boy’s body seemed to have stalled on the cusp of adolescence. Only if carefully stimulated could he generate that one special droplet of clear fluid while his body maintained its hairless state…something Leif frequently told the boy he found attractive. That in turn was what helped Jimmie to remain fairly unfazed by his teammates’ teasing on the same subject. As for his ‘experiment’, Jimmie would persistently ‘follow up’ on it several more times…

These uniquely idyllic times were not to last for that final play of the championship game was still approaching. And Jimmie, due to both his good spirit and his talent, ultimately would incur the undeserved wrath of a certain other selfish player.

Note: Continued in Chapter Six ~ Should Have Been a Bench Warmer