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The Basketball Player - 2


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Isaac pulled his bike into the twin’s driveway. He saw Max casually shooting a basketball. He wasn't exactly sure how he could tell it was Max. Especially from a distance it was hard to tell them apart. He guessed on some subconscious level his brain picked up a difference or two. 

“Where's Luke?” He asked coming to a stop.

“Being yelled at.” Max said taking a shot and glancing over at Isaac. The ball went through the hoop but neither of them moved to recover it. 

“What did he get in trouble for?” Isaac asked. It was unusual that one of them would be in trouble and not the other.

“He's not doing so well in English.” 

“English?” Isaac said climbing off of his bike. “That's pretty hard to fail.”

“He's not; he got a C on the last test. Our parents don't like us getting anything below a B.”

Isaac felt a little uncomfortable. He got good grades without even trying. “Anything I can do?”

Max laughed. “Not unless you can reduce Bethany's breast size.” 

Isaac must have looked confused because Max raised his hands and made a curving motion. “You know Bethany? She’s stacked. Max sits across from her and since it's become hot she is wearing tank tops. He gets side boob.”

“Oh.” Isaac said.

“You really don't notice girls at all do you?” 

Isaac felt his cheeks flush. “I do.”

Max stripped off his shirt and stretched.  Isaac could see his muscles ripple as he slowly moved back and forth. “That's what I think, what do you think?” Max said.

“What?” Isaac said pulling his eyes away from Max's dime sized nipples.

“Yeah that's Luke's problem.” Max said walking towards the ball which had come to rest on the lawn.

“You didn't say anything!” Isaac accused.

Max passed Isaac the ball and they slipped into a one-on-one game.

The score was 7 to 10 Isaac when Luke finally came out. Max had the ball but when he heard the door open he stopped dribbling and turned. “What's the damage?”

Luke grimaced. “Just a warning. If I don't improve they say they'll make me quit basketball.”

“We can't have that.” Isaac said darting forward and taking the ball from Max. He turned and jumped. The ball hit the backboard then went halfway around the rim before falling off away from the net. It hit the pavement with its familiar sound.

Luke went for the ball and Isaac raced after him. However once it was in his hand he just stood there. “I'm thinking of asking Bethany to the dance.” Luke announced.

Isaac stopped in his tracks shocked.

“I thought Bethany was going with someone. Mike wasn't it?”

Isaac’s subconscious pulled out an image of Mike. He was taller than the twins and more developed partly from being left behind early on. Isaac didn't think he was attractive.

“No, they broke up last week.” Luke supplied. “Bethany mentioned it to me when we were working on a project.”

“So how is asking her out going to solve your problem? You think you'll get immune to them if you stare at them long enough?” Max said with a grin.
Luke laughed. “It's worth a shot. It could be like those people who inject themselves full of poison to build immunity.”

Isaac’s eyes flipped back and forth feeling weirdly disconnected. It was almost like he was looking down on himself from above until Max turned and said something to him. “What?” Isaac said.

Max laughed. “Can you stop staring at my chest for a minute? Do you want to watch the DVD now?”

Isaac remembered the purpose of his trip today. His parents were conscientious to the movies he was supposedly allowed to see. The twins didn't have that problem.  “Sure.”

They went inside and to the twin’s bedroom where they turned on ‘Game of Thrones’. The twins still slept in bunk beds and they all piled onto Max's bed to watch.

Isaac sat between the two of them, his back against the wall. It wasn't a surprise when he felt the twin’s hands land on his lap. As the opening played he turned his attention down. One hand undid his zipper while the other fumbled for his button. They both tugged on his pants opening them a little wider. He watched as their hands slowly fumbled at his privates. He tried to hold back a giggle as their hands dug through his underwear one of them playing with his balls while the other started to stroke his shaft. 

As soon as they got him hard their hands moved from stroking slowly to rolling his cock between the two of them. By then the show had started and Isaac tried to turn his attention back to it. The twins continued to roll his erection back and forth between their hands. He was only a little over 3 inches so between the two of them he definitely wasn't a handful.

Isaac had seen breasts and movies before but never the opposite until he started watching this series. He briefly wondered why you would like to hold something that big in your hand. The twins’ four and a half inches gave him an idea. Maybe it would be a little something like the time he had them face each other and did them both with one hand.

Isaac's random thoughts kept distracting him and he didn't notice his approaching orgasm until it was happening. The feeling came sharp and fast. He felt his butt cheeks tighten and his toes curl. He let out a little grunt as he felt himself fire a ghost load.

“Hey, Luke. You know if you get this far with Bethany you have to learn everything all over again.” Max said.

“I've watched porn.” Luke said.

“Yeah because that always helped you. Think she'll be as forgiving as you Ise?”

Isaac suddenly felt embarrassed. Suddenly he realized he was a place holder for Max and Luke. The stuff they did, everything. He felt his face flush and not because of the recent orgasm. He wanted to get out of there now.

Isaac reached for his phone pretending it was on vibrate. He looked at the blank screen as if he had received a text message and pocketed it. “I have to go.” He said springing to his feet and zipping up his pants. Before either of the twins could say anything he was out the door heading downstairs. He jumped onto his bike and started pedaling trying to convince himself that his eyes were just watering from the wind.

Over the next week Isaac tried to avoid the twins. It was a lot easier than he would've thought. Monday instead of going to lunch he went to the library supposedly to work on a project. Tuesday he managed to skip both lunch and basketball practice by feigning illness. He slipped by Wednesday again by visiting the nurses’ office during lunch. Thursday was a bit harder. He was hungry but made sure he was at the end of the lunch line. When he sat down with the twins he whipped out a lab report. They had practice again that night and not wanting to be barred from the game Saturday he had to go. He just made sure to show up a few minutes late and just do the drills. When he did talk to them, it was just about basketball. When Friday rolled around he retreated to the nurse’s office again this time his stomach really did feel sick.

Despite Isaac's attempt to minimize his interaction with the twins, he did learn that Luke had managed to ask Bethany out. Isaac was determined not to go. Unfortunately, his mother had a different idea. It was only their school’s second dance and it was the first year for his grade to have them. His mother thought they were great and wonderful. It gave her an excuse to dress him up despite his protests that he wasn't feeling well. She countered with the idea that he probably shouldn't go to the game if he couldn't go to the dance.

Isaac found himself reluctantly sitting in the front seat as his mother drove him to school. He wore a white shirt button up shirt and what he personally thought of as fancy pants. Somehow it seemed appropriate to Isaac that the last time he had wore this outfit it had been to a funeral of an uncle.

“Isaac, cheer up. A lot of boys and girls are going without a date. Max is so you can still hang out with him. Who knows maybe a girl will ask you to dance. That would be cute, you and Luke having a double date.”

Isaac glanced over at his mother. For one brief second he wondered how she knew all that before remembering basketball practice. It had been raining Thursday so both his mom and the twins’ mom had driven them to practice.

“It's not like that.”

“Then what is the problem?” She said turning into the school.

There was no way Isaac was going to tell her. He hadn't figured it all out himself. What he did know was he was feeling hurt. He had felt more and now he had felt less. When he put that thought into words it didn't make sense, but he knew what it felt like.

The car came to a stop. Isaac sat there for a few seconds. “I want to go home.” His voice was low and quiet, but it was a small car.

“Why?” His mother waited. Eventually she broke the silence. “You can't run away from your problems. I'll help you if you tell me what it is.”

Isaac glanced up at her. “Please.”

She shook her head and reached across him to open the door. “Go, have fun.”

Reluctantly Isaac unfastened his seatbelt and slid out of the car. He didn't slam the door harder than he needed to and he didn't look back. Not for the first time he wished he was more like the twins. He could picture them refusing to leave the car. They wouldn't have changed clothes. That wasn't him.

Isaac made his way to the gymnasium. He showed his ticket for entrance. That was one of the ways his mother had tricked him into coming. She had already spent the money. The inside of the gymnasium had been made over with the loons and a few streamers. There was some music on and some people dancing. For the most part, though, people seemed to be in groups talking or just messing around. 

Making his way to the snack table he got some punch. He retreated into a corner near the bleachers were he could see part of what was happening. He didn't want to talk to any of his other friends or even let them know he was here. He was a prisoner, just doing his time.

After several songs fast and slow he was out of punch. Deciding it was worth getting some more. He was only out of his corner for a minute but almost as soon as he returned there he saw Max come around and stand in front of him.

“I didn't think you would come. Glad you're feeling better.”  Max said holding out a little paper plate. “You try the brownies Ise? There damn good.”

Isaac looked down at the offered brownie. There had already been a bite taken out of it, but he reached and picked it off the plate. There was just one big mouthful left and Isaac popped it in. As he bit down into it Isaac realized the taste was terrible. It was grainy and tasted nothing like chocolate. He quickly swallowed down the entire plastic cup of punch.

“That's terrible!” Isaac said making a face.

Max slid next to Isaac. “Sorry, I didn't want to waste food.”

Isaac punched him in the shoulder. “That wasn't food… It was dirt.”

Max laughed. “The look on your face was priceless. If I didn't know better I would say someone was trying to make them taste bad.”

“That's something you would do.” Isaac said.

Max seemed to consider this for a moment “Probably.” 

For the rest of the song they didn't say anything. Then between songs Max said, “Glad you're feeling better.”

Isaac wondered if Max had really believed he was sick. Aside from today he was at least physically fine. He suddenly felt guilty about avoiding the twins all week. “Yeah, well my mom says I have to come here if I want to go to the game tomorrow.”

“They won their last four games you know. I think they'll be our last real challenge. Either way we should be going to the championships.”

Isaac wondered how that little tidbit had slipped by him this week. Of course they were undefeated so it wasn't a surprise, but still he didn't remember being told that. Maybe it had been on Tuesday. “Yeah.”

Isaac’s single word response ended that conversation. He briefly wondered what they would do if Luke had to drop the team. “Is Luke here?” Isaac asked a bit too loudly.

“Yeah,” Max leaned out. “He's over there.”

Unconsciously Isaac leaned forward and peered around the bleachers. He saw Luke instantly, on the dance floor.  It was a slow song at the moment and he was swaying back and forth with Bethany. Isaac didn't know why what happened next happened. Maybe Luke somehow knew his brother was looking at him or maybe Luke saw some movement out of the corner of his eye. Whatever it was, at that exact moment Luke looked over at them from halfway across the gymnasium. He smiled.

Isaac broke at that moment. He wasn't sure why he wasn't sure how, but at that moment Isaac did not want to be there anymore. Without saying a word he headed straight for the door. The light difference from the gymnasium to the hallway hurt his eyes. Of course, he also wasn't sure where he was going. He exited on the far side of the gymnasium from where he entered and there was nobody here.

He started down the hallway.

“Isaac!” 

Max's voice stopped him. The twins rarely used his full name. They were the only ones to ever call him Ise.

Isaac felt a touch on his arm and he pulled away. Max stepped in front of him and Isaac tried to look away. This time when Max grabbed his arm there was no shrugging it off and Isaac found himself being pulled somewhere. It took him a second to realize they were in the dark cafeteria.

“Are you upset because Luke asked a girl to the dance or are you upset that we didn't ask you?”

Isaac wanted to scrunch up into a little ball, just keep getting smaller and smaller until he disappeared. He tried to think of an answer or at least a way to change the question. “I don't know.”

“Would you rather be at the dance right now or hear?” Max demanded.

“I don't know!”

“Yes you do!”

“No, no I don't. I don't.” Isaac sat down on one of the benches. “I don't know, but I don't like this.” He spoke the last part mostly to himself.
Max was silent for what seemed like hours, but then sat down next to him on the bench.

“Do you want to be my boyfriend?” Max asked.

Isaac opened his mouth and then closed it. His mind was considering all the answers and all the problems with them. Most of them were bad. In the back of his mind he realized if he didn't answer next week would be like this week. He didn't think he could tolerate another week like that. “Yes.”

Max didn't say anything. He quietly stood up and Isaac couldn't bring himself to look up.

“You want to dance?” Max said.

Isaac looked up and saw Max standing there nervously. Strange to see Max nervous for a change, “What do we do?”

Max let out a nervous laugh. “I don't have a clue. It's a slow song though.”
Isaac hadn't realized it but he could still hear the music from the gymnasium. He stood up and took a step towards Max. Max wrapped his arm around him; he was closer to Isaac's shoulders than hips. Isaac returned the favor wrapping an arm around Max. With their free arms they sort of held hands and slowly swayed back and forth. It was awkward at first but it was beginning to feel nice. They both sort of relaxed into it and Isaac realized his mom had not been completely wrong.