When I was younger I lived in a highrise with many kids of different ages. We were very perverted back then. We all had our first sexual experiences playing truth or dare and other perverted games. One of the games we made up (when I was about 10 or 11) was ball kickers. One of the more aggressive girls in my building (she was 2 years younger) invented it. All the girls would take off their shoes and socks and the guys would run off between the set bounderies. When they caught you they would overwhelm you to the ground and proceed to kick you in the balls or wherever else they could. It sounds like a painful game but I enjoyed every minute of it. Sometimes if I protected my crotch when the girls smothered me, they would rub their smelly feet in my face in an attempt to move my hands from my crotch to my face. We played this game almost daily (it usually followed our daily games of truth or dare) for about a year or so. It was a sad day when the appeal of the game wore thin for the rest of the kids. I think about this game sometimes and miss it. I'm in college now and maybe I can get some of my coeds to play.