The summer before my senior year of high school I had a growth spurt and
shot up to 6’3″. My father always hated that I didn’t do sports, so after
years and years of nagging from him, I finally joined the school basketball
team. Surprisingly, I was actually pretty good. I mean, I saw a lot of
bench time but when I did play, I did okay. I just thanked my lucky stars
Coach didn’t stick me on the junior varsity team. To be on the JV team and
be as tall and old as I was just humiliating. So I enjoyed my brief career
as a basketball jock.
The one thing I hated though was the whole issue of the post-practice
shower. Yeah, I loved the idea of walking around naked with a bunch of hot
muscular boys–but I’m sure the other guys weren’t too keen on it. The few
times I did shower with them, it was hell trying to avert my eyes and keep
from getting a hard-on. The worst part was the fact that I was almost sure
most of them knew I was gay. They used to tease me and call me faggot in
junior high. The teasing died down once we hit high school and most of the
guys that did it became friendly with me, I guess as some sort of apology.
One of the guys that teased me the most was this guy Gregory. Gregory and
his hideous best friend, Peter used to make it their mission to make my
adolescent life as miserable as possible. I couldn’t count the number of
times I’d come home and sob because of those two. Both Gregory and Peter
ended up on the basketball team with me. Peter was the star player and
Gregory was the next best. I used to resent the two of them so much as a
child, but over the years, I’d grown to tolerate Gregory. Peter was still
an asshole but Gregory had changed a lot. Plus, Gregory was the hottest
guy at school. He was 6’1″ and muscular with the dark features of an
Italian, maybe Sicilian. Yes, Gregory was every high school girl’s dream
guy and was the subject of many a masturbation fantasy with me. Looking
back, I can see the reason I had such a crush on him was probably because
he had one on me. He would find any excuse to make small talk with me and
check me out. But I didn’t see this at the time. I just thought he was
trying to ease his conscience for being such a jerk to me all those years
ago.
The Coach was a slave driver. He was like a buddy to the more jockey guys
on the team because they’d been playing sports for years and knew him. But
to me, he was an asshole. I had developed this system where I’d come to
practice late, stay later than the rest of the team, then shower after most
of them had left. This way, I wouldn’t be forced to look at them in the
locker room. One day, however, my little plan had backfired. Coach had
let the guys out early so when I showed up, they were just leaving. He
shouted some lecture at me, threatening to kick me off the team if I was
ever late again. Then he made me run twice as many laps as usual. I was
probably running at a snail’s pace when he finally let me leave.
I staggered to the locker room, ready to collapse at any moment. I
expected it to be completely empty, and it was save one person. Gregory
looked up at me as I wobbled into the locker room. He straddled the bench,
shirtless and was fumbling with something in his bag. He was still wearing
his gym clothes, which I thought was kind of odd since practice was over so
long ago for him– but whatever.
“What’s up,” he said.
“Tired,” I replied as I stripped down. I felt his eyes on me but dismissed
it as my imagination. Still, I covered myself well before I finally walked
over to the showers. I hung my towel on the rack and began to wash the
sweat off my body. Then I heard Gregory enter. I faced the wall so I had
no idea what he was doing behind me and I dare not look. I could sort of
gauge the fact that he was at the opposite end of the shower though.
So, I continued to wash, trying not to pay attention to the hot naked stud
behind me. Then I heard him step toward me. My heart started to race.
“What the fuck is he going to do!?” I thought. I got scared. When he was
finally right next to me, he spoke and startled the bejesus out of me.
“Yo, can I borrow your soap,” he said. The soap slipped out of my hand
because I practically jumped out of my skin. Before I could bend over to
pick it up, he’d put his hand on my shoulder and turned me to face him.
Then he grabbed the back of my head and forced his tongue into my mouth.
I remember thinking, “What the hell is going on!” I was so freaked out
that I couldn’t kiss him back. His tongue thrashed around my mouth,
wrestling with mine. I’d never kissed anyone like this before. He then
clenched my ass cheeks and thrust his dick against mine. We were both rock
hard, grinding on one another, hungrily, fervently kissing. Pulling his
tongue out of my mouth, he grabbed my dick and squeezed it. He sucked and
bit on my neck, giving me hickeys before going to my nipples. He bit my
nipples hard, causing me to cry out and pull him off. He just went back at
it though and I came to know that moment how sensitive my nipples are.
Then he moved down my stomach and got on his knees. He licked my dick up
and down before taking it in his mouth. I’d had shitty blow jobs before
from girls at camp and assumed that I could never really enjoy one. But
when Gregory started deep-throating my entire 6 inches, I thought I was
going to melt. He sucked hard and used a lot of saliva. I looked down to
see the hottest boy in school–this muscular, tanned, Adonis slurping away
on my cock like no tomorrow. I also got a look at his dick and was very
impressed. He jerked that big piece of meat with one hand and kneaded my
ass with the other. Eventually, he started playing with my asshole and
before I knew it, he’d rammed a finger in my anus. Again, I yelped and
grabbed onto his head so I wouldn’t fall.
My load was building up and soon I was pumping semen down Gregory’s throat
while he finger fucked me. And as I was coming, lost in ecstasy, I heard,
“What the fuck is this!?” I looked up to see the Coach in the walkway to
the shower. Gregory turned around, still on his knees, rock hard dick and
all. “Disgusting!” Coach ranted. “You’re both off the team,” he said and
walked out, shaking his head. Gregory quickly gained his composure and was
out of there in a flash. I stayed behind and finished my shower.
My mother noticed my hickeys as soon as I came home. I told her she was
seeing things. I sat up that night replaying what had happened. I felt
like such a stud. I mean, I am slender and pale– not ugly, but no buff,
muscular, sex god either. I couldn’t believe an incredible stallion such
as Gregory would throw himself at me like he did. And he sucked too! My
ego shot through the roof. I knew then and there that this would be the
beginning of something exciting.
The next day at school I strutted around like I was cock of the lock.
Sexy, studly Gregory sucked my dick and drank my come! I really wanted to
tell someone but all my friends at school were people who would spread it.
Little did I know, the whole school would know soon enough anyway.
I saw Gregory briefly in the morning but he wouldn’t look at me. It was
okay. I’d have been embarrassed too if I was him. Anyway, my day went as
it usually went until a little after lunch. I was paged on the intercom
while in class. “Tommy Gerber, please report to Dean White’s office,” it
said. People only get paged to the Dean’s office when they are in trouble.
So, on the way, I was thinking of what I possibly could have done. The
only time I’d gotten in trouble before was for cutting P.E. freshman year.
In fact, I had no idea how serious the school was going to make this up
until the Dean actually told me. I walked into the larger office and saw
Gregory sitting in one of the chairs outside the Dean’s office. He looked
up at me and then looked back down again. He slouched in his chair and
rested his face in his hand. He looked pissed. The secretary said I could
go into Dean White’s office.
I sat down in front of the Dean’s desk. He was a character. He spoke
very, very slow. “It seems… that certain… disciplinary infractions
have been made by you… and Gregory.”
“Like what!?” I exclaimed.
“Well… apparently, you were caught… engaging in
certain… inappropriate actions on campus.”
“SHIT!!!,” I thought. “Coach told! What a bastard!”
“I’m… going to need you to be present at a… disciplinary committee
meeting at 4:00 today, Tommy.”
“Okay,” I told him and left. Gregory looked at me again before I walked
out. Whenever serious shit happened at my school they would hold these
disciplinary committee meetings. I went to a stuffy private school and
they made a big deal out of everything. They kick people out all the time.
Like this one chick was expelled for stealing twenty bucks from her friend.
So was the guy I knew who came to school drunk once. But people who were
caught fucking on campus were only suspended. In fact, I knew a girl who
gave blow jobs at school and when she was caught, they suspended her for a
week.
But what the school was going to do to me didn’t really worry me as much as
what my folks would do. I was thinking of different lies I could tell as
to why I was suspended. It hadn’t quite dawned on me that the school would
call them. Duh. I know, I was a naive kid.
So 4pm rolled around and I entered the conference room not knowing what to
expect. The Principal was there, as was the Dean, the school Guidance
Counselor, and Gregory. I sat at the large table, across from Gregory and
waited for the rest of the participants to show up. Gregory looked like
hell. He had his arms on the table and his head down in his hands. This
was going to be hard for him. Then Coach came in along with Peter Durret!
Peter was Gregory’s best friend, the ugly asshole I hated. I could not,
for the life of me figure out why he was there. The next person to enter
was a large, well dressed man who carried a briefcase. He grabbed Gregory
by his shoulder and shook him to attention.
“What is this about?” he asked. At that moment, I realized that the man
was Gregory’s father. Before I could let it sink in that the school had
called our parents and how fucked up that was, my mom walked in.
“What is going on?” she said. “Why won’t anyone tell me what’s happened?”
“If you could please have a seat, Mrs. Gerber,” said the Principal, “we can
get started and take care of these matters as quickly and painlessly as
possible.”
Then the Guidance Counselor spoke. “Now because of the very sensitive
matter of this case, I’m going to ask that the parents try to remain calm
and listen to all that needs to be said.” I hated our Counselor. She was
such a dramatic bitch.
“I’ll judge whether or not I need to be calm once someone tell me what’s
going on here,” said Gregory’s dad.
So the Dean started. “Alright… yesterday evening, Coach Wiesenhaan
alleges… that he witnessed Gregory Ross and Tommy Gerber… engaged in
a… lewd act… in the shower of the boys’ locker room.”
“Lewd act!?” my mother said.
“What lewd act?!” said Gregory’s dad.
Dean White looked to Coach to answer. “Ross was on his knees pleasuring’
Gerber.”
“What?!” our parents exclaimed. “Not my son! It’s not true!”
“Please, don’t make this harder for the boys than it already is,” said our
stupid Counselor.
“Well my son is no cocksucker,” said Gregory’s father. “You have the wrong
kid. Tell them, Gregory.”
Gregory said nothing and continued to hide his face.
“Gentlemen, in order for us to continue, you have to admit to or deny what
Mr. Wiesenhaan accuses you of.”
God, they made it sound like we shot the fucking sheriff. I couldn’t
believe we needed to go through all this bullshit because I got a fucking
blow job. I looked at poor Gregory and I think that’s what finally made
him crack.
“Yes!” he shouted. “Coach caught us!! He fuckin’ caught us!”
My mother was speechless. Gregory’s father grumbled inaudible profanities.
That asshole Peter giggled. I still couldn’t figure out why he was there.
The Dean explained that the punishment for public displays of affection of
that degree was a week of suspension from school. He cited past precedent
in that girl who was caught giving b.j.’s in the janitor’s broom closet.
So I was suspended, as I suspected. But it wasn’t over yet.
“Peter, could you enlighten us on the more serious infraction that occurred
today?” said the Dean.
Peter spoke. “Well, I was just hangin’ out in Coach’s office when Gregory
came burstin’ in yellin’. He was like, `you can’t kick me off the team,’
and all this stuff and Coach was like, `he don’t need any fags on the
team.’ And then they were just yelling and stuff and Gregory had his
finger in Coach’s face and when Coach sorta slapped it away and tried to
walk off, Gregory like grabbed him and like punched him in the face. And
then when Coach hit the floor, he kept kickin’ him and stuff and I had to
pull Gregory off…”
“Whoa, so that’s what was so serious,” I thought. Come to think of it,
Coach’s nose did look injured. For some reason, that turned me on–the
fact that Gregory beat the Coach up. The fact that Coach had kicked us off
the team after he caught us hadn’t entered my mind till just then. Who
could blame me? Who the fuck cared about high school basketball when hot,
studly Gregory wanted your dick!?
The Dean explained that while it was wrong of the Coach to kick us off the
team, it was wrong of Gregory to beat the shit out of him. So Gregory was
expelled. They said the last time something of that severity happened at
our school was 10 years ago. A girl slapped a teacher and they expelled
her. They were just following past precedent. Gregory’s dad was more than
angry. He shouted about how he’d spent so much money to send his son to
such a prestigious school and how he was disappointed in their decision.
But, get this. It still wasn’t over.
The Principal took it from there. She whipped out the school handbook and
read off a section that talked about how the school doesn’t stand for
discrimination based on gender, ethnicity, OR sexual orientation. She said
that kicking us off the team based on our sexual orientation broke the
school’s policy and that the Coach’s relationship with our school was
terminated. So Coach got fired!! He wasn’t too happy about that. I left
that meeting feeling justice had been served even though things between
everyone involved would never be the same.
My mom spoke to that idiot Guidance Counselor after the meeting and on the
way home, told me she wouldn’t tell my dad. She said she’d put me in
therapy instead. I really lucked out in the whole situation. I mean, when
you think about it, how dumb of a punishment is being suspended? I had the
next week off from school and the house all to myself to sit around and
watch TV all day if I wanted. I actually called my friends and got my
homework from them because I was a nerd. Still, it was like a vacation.
My one friend told me that I was somewhat of a legend at school. Some guys
were mad that Coach was fired and that Gregory was expelled but none of
them could believe that Gregory was gay or for that matter, that I was the
one who’s cock he sucked! Sure enough, when I did eventually go back to
school, people treated me differently–more respectfully. I mean, Gregory
was popular but because I had him, I became more popular. It was a welcome
change.
In the meantime, I felt really bad for Gregory. His life was basically
ruined all because he couldn’t control his urge to get my dick in his
mouth. I wanted to call him or something but I didn’t have his phone
number. At least, I thought I didn’t.
It was my second day of being suspended when I got the call from Gregory.
He had my number from a phone tree the school gave out a while back. I had
forgotten that thing existed. He said he really needed to talk to me. So
I told him to come on over. My parents wouldn’t be home till that evening
and I knew Gregory wanted to do more than just talk.
So he came over and we sat on my living room sofa and chatted.
“So, have you heard anything from anyone at school?” he asked.
“Yeah,” I replied, “my friends called me to tell me what people have been
saying.”
“And what’s that?”
“I dunno,” I said. I didn’t want Gregory to know the truth–that pretty
much the whole school thought he was my bitch. So I just told him that
people have been talking about what happened but no one is speaking badly
of us.
“I don’t care anyway,” he said. “I don’t like anyone there, so fuck it.”
“What about Peter?” I asked.
“I fucking hate that ugly bastard,” Gregory said. “He’s stupid and used to
tag along behind me all the fucking time. Basketball is the only thing
he’s good for and I fucking taught him everything he knows. God, I hate
that kid!”
We had a little laugh at that. I asked him what he was doing about school
and he said he was going to another private school across town.
“Hopefully the rumor won’t spread that far,” he said. But that was
doubtful. We lived in a pretty small town. Siblings of kids at my school
went to the other one. Then Gregory asked me something. “Man, how the
fuck are you so comfortable with this?”
“Well, all I got was suspension,” I replied. “No biggie.”
“No, I mean… being gay. How are you able to deal with it so well?”
I told him that I struggle with it just as much he does. “Don’t you
remember junior high?”
“Oh yeah,” he said.
“Yes, you and Peter made me hate myself when I was a kid. You guys were
jerks.”
“You’re right,” he said. “I’m sorry about that. I was an asshole. I
don’t know what my problem was.”
By now his body language was getting a lot more intimate. He was closer to
me and put a hand on my leg.
“Actually, I know what my problem was,” he continued. “Teasing you made me
feel better about myself. I felt like if they were calling you a fag, then
it wouldn’t happen to me.”
Made sense. I felt so close to him at that moment. He never looked more
handsome. His eyes were watery and though there was shame in his face, I
could tell he genuinely felt bad about what he’d done because he was so
attracted to me. There was a moment of silence as we just stared at each
other. Then he broke it.
“I really want to kiss you, Tommy,” he said. I didn’t reply. I didn’t
have the chance to. In seconds, he was on top of me, tongue probing the
inside of my mouth once again. This time the kiss was slower, more
controlled. Our hands roamed each other’s bodies as our mouths wrestled
ever so slowly. Soon, he’d had my shirt off and was kissing my chest,
again. The hickeys from the last time had barely healed and here he was
giving me more. I pushed his head down to my nipples and he sucked on them
just as passionately as before. He really knew what he was doing. While
sucking and gently biting one, he’d pinch the other, making me squeal in
pleasure.
My dick was erect, struggling hard to get out of my pants and back into
Gregory’s warm, wet mouth. I unbuttoned my pants and freed it but Gregory
didn’t go down on it. Instead he sat up and stripped off his own shirt,
unveiling that broad tanned chest and hairy six pack. He grabbed me with
his strong muscular arms and kissed me again before forcing me down to suck
his nipples. All it took for me was to gently tongue them to get him riled
up. He moaned loudly and shucked his pants off quickly. And there it was,
that 9 inch, uncut, rock-hard monster staring me in the face. I was scared
but really wanted to suck it. Immediately I tried getting my mouth around
it. He pulled away and told me to lick the length of it first and get it
wet. Then he instructed me to tongue his big hairy balls. He put his dick
back into my mouth and I swear I thought I’d choke or something. I was not
even halfway down on it before I started gagging. He continued fucking my
face until I made a really gross noise that sounded like I was going to
vomit. He pulled out and apologized before planting another wet, sloppy
kiss on my face.
He then spit in his hand and grabbed my penis. His saliva lubed it up as
he stroked it slowly. I followed his lead and played with his monster. He
told me to rub the head and that practically sent him into convulsions.
“Yeah,” he screamed and grunted, still jerking my hard dick. The more
turned on he was, the faster he’d jerk my dick. “Ah, I’m gonna come,
Tommy!” he moaned and before I knew what was happening, he shot thick blobs
of semen that went so far, they hit my chin. This sent me over the edge
too. So the both of us moaned and grunted in passion as we jerked each
other’s dicks off, blowing our loads all over each other. I was finished
and kind of took my cock away from him while he was still going. I
continued to pump thick juice from his mammoth cock until he roared and
collapsed on top of me. The room was rank with the smell of teenage boy
semen. We were sweaty and sticky and made a royal mess of my mother’s sofa
but I didn’t care. The folks wouldn’t be home for a while.
So Gregory became my secret boyfriend. We would fuck wherever and whenever
we could. Gregory loved taking it up the ass. He’d slap my chest while
I’d fuck him, growling at me to fuck him harder. He would also stay stiff
while my dick was in his ass, drenching himself in pre-cum, a feat that I
thought was more than impressive. He’d ask to fuck me but I’d never let
him do it for more than like 3 minutes because he was way too rough. Plus,
I was young and scared and inexperienced and he had that monster sized cock
that no 18 year old boy should be expected to take.
We would end up going to colleges on opposite ends of the country and were
forced to break up. We still kept in touch via-email and though I would
end up immediately going after other guys, he sort of held out for a while.
When he finally did start fucking around, it was with a guy on his college
basketball team. He liked the guy because he let Gregory fuck him but
Gregory said the guy wasn’t nearly as good as a top as I was. I thought
that was sweet of him to tell me that.
The End
