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 jocky 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 pleasurin' 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-come, 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.