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Written By
David Spowart
Edited by
Jerry M
Mr Right Too Soon?
Chapter 1
Nick
Jesus...where do I begin with this? Well, I suppose the beginning is always a good point. I am in my Junior year at U.C.L.A on a full boat for Wrestling and a partial one for English Lit. Yeah, I am a Jock and a brain, go figure. I live on Campus with some guys I have known for a few years. Friends, yes. Close? Well, some yeah, others, ehhh, not so much--but we get along.
I am 21 and have a steady girlfriend. She is great, and I mean great. She is an angel in public, but a slut in the bedroom. She lets me do just about everything a person can do. I am not into violence in any way, but she likes her ass slapped when I am giving it to her. She says it holds off her orgasm. Fuck, a chick's mind-set doesn't make sense, and I have stopped trying to work her out.
There is also an added complication to this; my Father. My dad is a Baptist minister, and sins of the flesh, outside of marriage, are a major fucking no no.
Then there is the fact that I am gay. Yes, this jock, giving it to the hottest chick on campus is a cocksucking fag, except the latter hasn't happened yet. Reason No1, my dad. I would be excommunicated from my life, my brother, and my sister, and I have it pretty good, trust me.
Well, I would have, except the reason for this complication is Jenny. Well, her Brother really. He is a year younger than me, and is just as smart. He also wrestles, and his smell drives me insane. Thank fuck we wear jocks, as my boner is more evident when he is around. He is, well... perfect. I don't intend to live in my self-built closet forever. Just through my college years, till I get out from under my dad's condescending gaze. I just have to get through this year and next. Then I can live my life and I mean my life. Stop living this fucking lie. I know I will hurt Jenny, as I am sure she fucking loves me. I care for her, too. But love? Yeah, I suppose I do. But I am not in love with her. I haven't ever been in love with anyone. I have, however, been deeply in lust, and that's where Leo comes into it.
Leo Bo-Trent, he has made my last year a living hell. I don't mean he's given me shit, quite the opposite; he blanks me. Totally denies my existence. He doesn't even grunt when I go over to see Jen. He just walks past me with that shoulder length black hair that slides over his face. I just want to reach out and brush it aside, so I can see his deep, come fuck me blue eyes.
Despite wrestling on the same team, we don't wrestle in the same weight division, so I don't get a chance to practice with him, `thank fuck', as I would blow my load if I ever got tangled in those strong arms, and his scent would definitely make me cum. How would I explain that to the coach. But, that is where my trouble began. Practice. Thanks to Tony. That fucking idiot totalled his car, and is out for a month. He's my regular practice partner, and Leo, being the closest to my weight class, was volunteered by Coach to get me ready for the upcoming regionals. And now my life is going to get very complicated.
Leo
Shit! Why me? Why did the coach choose me to partner him? Him, of all people. I can't be around him. He drives me to distraction every time he is near me. He's dating my fucking sister. He says hello every time he comes over, and I cannot even look at him. He is the hottest guy I have ever seen. I cannot be friends with this guy, I just can't. If he sees my eyes he will know, and I am not ready to have my ass kicked just yet. only a few friends know that I swing for the same team. None of my family know, so I know Nick doesn't have a clue. At least I hope he doesn't have a clue, coz if he does, then Jennifer will know, and my life would be over, My family attends his dad's fucking church, and their opinion on gays is legendary. You know, you have heard the diatribe they spout; haters every one of them, my parents included, Okay, I have never heard them repeat the poison spouted in church; but they continue to go, so they must agree with his crap.
So, for me, coming out is not an option. I stay quiet. I don't socialize a lot, but I have a small band of friends and I stick to them. I don't extend the hand of friendship too often, and my parents, even at this late stage (me being 20) see it as a phase. Parents don't know shit!!.
Then I come in for practice and all I hear is "Bo-Trent, front and centre," from coach Watson, and I ran over. "Yes, Coach?" I asked, looking at him, as I was due on the mat at any second. "You are otherwise needed, Leo," he started, "Larouso has been hurt and is out for a month," he went on. "Yeah coach, but he is 6kg heavier than me, how does that affect me?" I asked, "Nick Stone, is up for regionals in a couple of weeks. You're going to train with him. He needs a practice partner, and son, you're it" he informed me, and the color just drained from my face.
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"Why did he choose Leo? Fuck... 'Okay, I can handle this. I just have to practice with him and think of something disgusting to keep me from getting excited. But what? Shit! When he walks, I get turned on. Hell, the thought of him turns me the fuck on,' Nick said to himself, just before he entered the gym. Leo was sitting on a bench, near an empty mat. Him in his singlet, and did he look fucking hot. I train with guys all the time, get changed, get showered, and nothing. But the thought of Leo just sends my hormones into overdrive.
`Oh, fuck here he comes. Don't stare...don't fucking stare' Leo thought to himself, as Nick walked towards the Coach, and me, "Hey, Coach...Leo" Nick said, looking at Leo, but not being over obvious, "Stone, Bo-Trent, has been informed about Larouso, and has agreed to help. Haven't you, Leo?" He said with a smile looking at Leo, "Ermm, Yes, Coach, if you say so," Leo said softly, looking at Nick, but not at his eyes. They sat until the coach wandered off to attend to other wrestlers,
"Okay, Leo, if you start on the mat, in prone, I can see how you defend, and then switch," Nick said, and Leo agreed. `Fuck, Nick behind me. Shit! Wet dream or what', Leo thought to himself, "Oh, shit, look at that perfect ass," Nick thought to himself, looking at the perfect bubble butt of Leo Bo-Trent. They tried various combinations of moves and both countered very well, Leo was no slouch, and, if he put on a few pounds, would be competition for him. Shit, he could almost match him, now, if he put on those few pounds, Nick would not be competition.
"Fuck, Leo you are very good," Nick informed him, and Leo, for the first time since they had been thrown together, smiled.
"And why did you think I wouldn't be, may I ask?" He replied with scorn, but not really meaning it.
"No offence bud, it's just that you are not really obvious," Nick replied.
"Obvious?" Leo responded, hoping he wasn't being obvious the way he was now thinking. He was checking on his mannerisms, his speech, his hand movement.
"You know, you don't act all jockish," Nick answered.
"Good! I don't like being called a jock, it makes me feel...dumb," he responded to Nick's answer.
"No offence intended," He added.
"None taken," Nick replied.
They hit the mat again and Leo more than once had the better of it, and was noticed by the Coach, who was shaking his head. But Nick was distracted by the hunk of humanity, having his physical way with him. He was most definitely boned up as was Leo. their jocks, however, hid their secret, their desire, their longing. They both stopped, sat back on the bench, and called it a day. The fresh smell of sweat permeated their nostrils and only added to their predicament. They knew if they continued at that intensity, there would have been a wet patch on their singlet's that could not have been mistaken for sweat.
"Thanks, Leo, you know, for doing this," Nick said, looking at his training partner, his jack-off material, for life,
"yeah, my pleasure, Nick," Leo responded with the exact same thoughts running through his mind. They both hit the showers and went into separate cubicles well apart. They washed as fast as possible, but both had the exact same idea. They didn't want to be seen naked. Well they did, but they didn't want the other to see how turned on they were. But best laid plans and all that, they exited the cubicle's at about the same time. Towels wrapped around their perfect waists, Leo looked over Nick, as Nick scoped him out, but on the sly. They did it with a sudden turn of the head, a twist of the shoulder. Nick couldn't help think to himself, "Fuck, why did I not relieve myself?" Leo had almost the same thought, as he looked over Nicks' six pack and his ass, his perfect ass.
"Shit, I have to get out of here," Leo thought to himself, with an obvious boner inducing moment he knew he couldn't hide, and his face flushed red.
"See you later, Nick," Leo shouted as he exited the locker room, and Nick dropped down on the Bench and exhaled out a heavy breath, "Fuck, this is going to kill me," he thought to himself. The thoughts of Leo's ass, now a permanent portrait in his mind, and what a thing of beauty he is. Why did he have to be Jen's brother. Fuck! Complicated does not cover this situation. I like Leo, and I will, at some point, not be able to hide that fact. shit, what if he is gay? I can't meet Mr Right at College, it's too soon," Nick thought. "Fuck, he won't be gay anyway," he replied to his own thoughts. "Mr Right...Too Soon!!" he thought to himself exiting the gym.
To Be Continued...
Okay guys I know you like my other stuff. And I hope you like this one just as much, well as it develops anyway. I have eventually gotten some help on this one Thanks Jerry. My other friends and editors Darryl, (Impossible) and Russ (Unexpected) have done sterling work for me and I am forever grateful. As usual guys comments criticism all welcomed davidspowart3@hotmail.com.
Dave