Happily Wrong By MJ oinkerz@mindless.com
I think it's safe to assume that you know if you're not meant to read this, so please do what is right.
This story is pure fantasy, so please don't think of it as anything other than that. Please let me know what you think.
I usually hate being wrong. I hate the feeling I get when I realise that made an error in judgement. I hate the look on the other person's face when they prove my stupidity. It's sickening.
If I were to be wrong about a question I see on a quiz show, and nobody knows about it, then I don't care; but when others are involved it's a whole different story. They make being wrong unpleasant. Well, most of them do...
I was working as gymnastics coach while I was a training gymnast myself. I had not been worried about the job disturbing my training, because I worked at the time that I would have sat and waited for my little brother to train, and before my own training started, so I was there anyway. It kept me busy.
My boss -- who happened to like me a lot, as I was quite a fast learner; having started mere weeks before turning 18, and I improved at a rate which they had never seen before at that club for someone who did the sport for the very first time -- came to me one day and suggested that I do a judge's course, so I could be able to judge at competitions and learn even more about the sport I loved. Of course I jumped at the amazing opportunity, and within days it was time for the course to start.
I was there with a friend of mine who was also a coach. We both coached the same kids, just on different day. I coached on Mondays and Tuesdays, and she did Wednesdays and Thursdays.
When we arrived at the venue where the course was to be held, she got very excited to see that a guy named Anton was there.
She had always had an enormous crush on him, though she never acted on it. He had a girlfriend, and she had a boyfriend. She said that there was nothing wrong with looking at a sexy guy, as long as you leave it at that. I shook my head, and pretended not to hear her comments. I had to admit that there was something about him. I wasn't into guys or anything, but he was definitely good looking.
There was something about the way he carried himself though that put me off. He had this air about him which suggested that he felt he was above everyone else.
Okay, so he was an amazing gymnast, I had seen him in action myself on many occasions, but that didn't make him any better than anyone else.
I also got the feeling that he was quite introverted. He always seemed to be brooding, and I can't remember ever hearing him speak.
We finished the judge's course, and the long drive home was laying ahead of me. I didn't feel like driving just yet, so I searched for an excuse to wait a few minutes, and it came quite quickly. My friend had to wait for someone to pick her up, so I said I'd wait with her. We sat around for a few minutes, before her phone started ringing. It was the person who was meant to pick her up, so she picked up and started pacing as she spoke to the person.
Anton and his sister came outside to get something from their dad's car (their dad had been the teacher or whatever it was called). They came back, and I noticed that Anton seemed to hesitate. He turned to me just as he was halfway between me and the entrance door.
"So how did you find the course?" he asked. His sister waited a little while before continuing on inside.
I was shocked that he looked at me, let alone speak to me. Even though he was only 17 years old, and I was almost 19, he was intimidating. He seemed quite a bit older than he was.
"Um... It was okay, I think. The theory exam was easy, but the one practical exam was not good," I replied.
"Did you also struggle to see the mistakes?" he asked.
"Yeah. It all goes so fast, I can't catch it easily."
"I know how it is. I still struggle to see the mistakes at these things. It's better at competitions though, I catch it there." Anton had done his Level 2 judge exam, I had only done my Level 1. I was shocked that he struggled. He had seemed so confident.
"Well I hope it's that way for me too."
"Don't worry about it. You'll be fine."
"Thanks, I'll just take your word for it."
He smiled, before saying: "I have to go help out inside, I'll be back in a little while."
I said that I understood, and he was gone.
Just then my friend got off of the phone, and sat down next to me. "What was that all about?"
"I don't know. He just started talking to me. It was weird," I replied.
Anton had just gotten back and started chatting with us when my friend's lift arrived. She left, looking clearly unhappy about it. I still wasn't up to the drive, so I stayed with Anton.
"Where do I know you from?" he asked.
"Maybe you were one of my judges last year."
"Did you participate?" he asked incredulously.
"Yeah, I will again this year. Our club is having a private competition next weekend," I said.
"Oh cool! If you ever need advice or something, I would love to help out," he said. I couldn't believe how comfortable I felt with him. It was quite strange for me.
"That would be amazing! I would love your help!" I said, interrupting him.
He smiled broadly. "I would love to be your private coach, if you'd like."
"That would be the most amazing thing ever. I would improve at the speed of light!"
He gave me his number, and took mine.
Over the following weeks I built up an amazing friendship with the person I had first thought to be so much different than he is. I couldn't believe how wrong I was, and I also felt relieved to be wrong about him.
I made incredible improvement with my gymnastics, and I owed it all to Anton. He was an amazing coach: cool, but strict enough to motivate me when I needed it.
We were lounging around the pool at my house one Friday afternoon. I loved being shirtless, to show off my newly developed abs, and something about Anton being there to see it made it all the more satisfying.
"Hey buddy, let's play truth or dare," he suggested. I was used to him suggesting it, because he loved to play that game. He always asked me about my deepest secrets whenever he could, and he loved answering my questions too.
"Why don't you just ask me what you want to, and I promise to answer honestly?"
"Because I want to do dares as well as hard questions."
"Okay fine, but only because you're my best friend," I said, sighing.
"You first. Truth or dare?"
"Truth," I said. Okay, why don't you have a girlfriend?" he asked.
"As I've told you before, because I can't find one I want."
"That makes no sense. Anyway, I choose dare," he said before I asked.
"Suck my big toe," I said, expecting him to make me change it, because it was gross. Instead he thought for a moment before putting my toe in his mouth. It felt good, but it tickled a lot. I pulled it from his mouth.
"Your turn," he said.
"Truth," I said, not wanting to do anything yet other than speak. I was a bit lazy.
"Do you think you might not have a girlfriend because you actually secretly like guys?" he asked without hesitation.
I looked at him shocked. "I don't know," I said, and then I actually started to think about it. "I mean, maybe. I never think of guys that way, but maybe."
"Okay, so I choose truth."
I thought for a while, and decided to stay on the topic he brought up. "Do you think you might not have a girlfriend because you actually secretly like guys?" I quoted him, stressing the `you'.
"I think I might," he replied almost instantly. I was shocked.
"What do you choose?" he asked after a few minutes of silence.
"Um... dare," I said without thinking.
"I dare you to show me your cock in your room," he said. It pulled me out of my reverie.
"What?" I asked.
"You heard me."
He got up, and led the way to my room. I followed after he was out of sight.
I have no idea how it happened, but somehow we were both naked, and he was sucking on my cock with major enthusiasm. I was moaning softly, still shocked at what was happening.
He stopped after a few minutes, and looked up at me. "Do you think you could fuck me now? I wanna try it, and I wouldn't want anyone other than you to be my first time."
Without waiting for an answer he sat on top of me and started to lower himself onto my cock, filling his tight hole with it.
I felt his bottom rest on my groin, and I felt his buttocks against my balls. He started to ride me cock, slowly at first, but picking up speed as he went along.
I could feel the walls of his insides, and it felt amazing. I forgot all about my shock of the situation at hand, and let the euphoria take over.
I moved my hips to match his movements, and soon we were fucking furiously.
He leaned down and kissed me on the lips, with tongue and all. I would usually have thought it was disgusting, but instead it drove me to the best climax of my entire life. I couldn't stop shooting, and I somehow noticed him cum around the same time I started.
He collapsed onto my torso, which was covered in his juices, and lay there panting. After a minute he started to get up, but I wrapped my arms around him and held him close. My cock was still semi-hard inside him, but the movement had made it pop out. We lay there for another minute before I turned my head sideways and kissed him passionately. I let my hands roam his back and ass, and I felt his cock stiffen against me.
I was suddenly very glad that he would be sleeping over...