[sebbie]

Dreams are funny things, but particularly night-time dreams. The most interesting dreams are the ones that mix together things that went on in the daytime with elements of pure fantasy. And the rules by which a person operates during the day may get twisted and turned in all sorts of ways that would not happen in reality. That can be fun, but it also can be very scary. What if, for example, a guy who thinks he is perfectly straight during the day starts to have dreams that have him watching another guy jerking off to orgasm as the dreamer fondles himself. Does that mean that the dreamer is not as straight as he thinks he is during his waking hours? What if the male-to-male relationship goes even farther than that in the dream, as in having partner-sex. What does this all mean? Who knows?

Bill drifts off to sleep quickly after crawling in bed wearing his usual loose-fitting boxer-short sleeping attire. Joe has made it into bed too. Bill has said nothing to Joe about Sebbie’s paper and what he found. He is embarrassed to do that, for fear that Joe will think Bill is secretly interested in gay porn, and where that conclusion might possibly lead.

Almost immediately, Bill starts to dream. He is suddenly transported to a giant athletic field with green grass, but for what game? The field looks nothing so much as like a strange cross between a baseball field (or perhaps softball field) with a soccer field. Whatever the game is, there are players of both sexes, but everyone is dressed similarly. In the southwestern most corner of the field, a bunch of players, some male but others, interestingly, female, are lined up in what appears to be some sort of goofy batting order. The player up is clearly holding a bat, but it is a bat unlike any bat used in other games involving bats and balls. The bat is about the length of a standard baseball or softball bat, but at its widest appears to be six or seven inches wide. Think very fat baseball bat, but made out of the same stuff they make surfboards from. Heavy-duty foam stuff covered with a colorful layer of plastic material. Each player in the batting order is holding a different color bat, some with geometric and other patterns, but all the same general shape and size.

This, purportedly, is a game called Funchball, though some of the people watching from the stands are shouting F#@kball! F#@kball as each batter comes up to the plate. So Funchball or F#@kball, take your pick.

There is a pitcher, there must one for each team. The ball being pitched is unlike any other too, larger than a softball but a little smaller than a soccer ball. It’s tough to tell what the ball is made of, but clearly it has a leather or heavy duty vinyl over something that has some spring or give to it, maybe some foamy rubbery stuff.

Anyhow, the pitcher throws the ball toward the batter up. Bat strikes the large ball and the ball is sent over to a second group of players over at the north end of the court. There are apparently two basic kinds of players, the batter group and the soccer group, though they may have different names from that. Like so many dreams, this detail is never adequately explained.

Once the ball is lobbed from the batter to the soccer-like players, this new group treats it pretty much like a soccer ball. They start moving the ball back and forth between each other mostly with their legs and feet but occasionally get into something involving a move with their heads, chests or even groin areas. There is a goal with a net on the north end of the field too, and apparently scoring involves getting the ball into the goal which is protected by a a goalie that is dressed in colors different from either team. The goalie works against both teams, and the goalie’s objective is to keep either team from scoring, since there is only one not two goal setups.

Another interesting thing about the game is the costumes or garb that the players wear. Both teams are wearing snug-fitting shorts made of Spandex that look nothing so much as like a cross between a swimming jammer and a compression undergarment. They are shorter and fit somewhat higher on the leg than a true swimming jammer. The tops are really just snug compression tee shirts in school colors that match the compression-jammer shorts.

One of the teams is clad all in a steel gray color, top and bottom. The compression shorts have a triple bright red stripe that runs up the sides of the shorts and then continues up the sides of the compression tee shirt. So the school colors of this team are red and steel gray. The footwear is apparently Adidas, an outdoor soccer-style shoe in the same steel gray color.

The other team is clad similarly, except that the main color is navy blue and the white stripes are white, well actually a creamy off-white.

What Bill is watching is apparently the first game of an interschool Funchball tournament. Soon we learn not only that Bill is actually going to be playing Funchball, his school team will be up to complete in the next game.

Bill can’t help but noticing the costumes on the players, and in particular how the female players pack themselves and their curves and body parts that curve into those tight-fitting little Spandex tees and shorts. Bill says to himself this is a really interesting, and must be part of the reason why there are so many fans and the crowd is so big.

But something else also draws Bill’s attention. A couple of the guys look really fit and athletic, and Bill for some reason starts studying their bodies in detail. The shirts accentuate their upper-body muscularity, and the shorts really grip their thighs and butt muscles in an erotic way, at least Bill is secretly thinking that.

But Bill is studying something else. Under those tight-fitting compression shorts, Bill can clearly see that the guys are wearing athletic straps. He can easily see lines across the glutes where the leg straps go. Not only that, in the front there is a bulge that appears to outline a hard cup!

For the girls, you cannot see a leg strap line. They must be wearing some sort of athletic panty under the shorts, and the front bulge is not as prominent if at all. Bill surmises that the women might be wearing some type of protection, but merely a flatter, female-style cup. Bill's eyes return to the guys he has been studying.

……To be continued