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Lexington's Story -- Part 2
When I started high school I was 14. Mom had just started her good job, but we were really poor, Grandma helped with the rent, and the baby sitting, so Mom could work, but she was not in the best of health, and it came on me to take care of the 3 younger kids, make supper, do my homework, and put them to bed, since Mom was working the 4pm to midnight shift. We were just barely making it.
I ran into LeRoy and complained how life was not treating me fair, he commiserated, let me fuck him in his parents' garage, this time no shit, condoms, better lube, paper towels, no reach around and I lasted a lot longer. The days of circle jerks were over, we were not "queers", and the gang pretty much split up as we went to different high schools. I was jerking off every night, either in the bathroom while I brushed my teeth, or in bed after my little brother had gone to sleep. Once in a while I would meet up with LeRoy, and fuck him, and learn more about how man sex was done. I sucked him off, he fucked me, and my sex education was in the 7th inning.
As a Freshman I had reached full height, 6' 2", not full weight, but a big guy, mostly muscle, 175 lbs., and was recruited by the football coach to play. I was fast, could throw and catch, and was smart enough. Playing football, in the college prep high school overcame any disability that being Black would have generated, and so I was just part of the place -- except for dating white girls which was not cool in those days. I had a summer job after my Sophomore year, as a stone mason's helper, it, like it did for Grace Kelly's father, gave me muscle. It paid well, but after that, I needed money. LeRoy told me about the Meat Rack downtown, where not only could I get some good gay sex, but, get paid very well for it.
I mostly played on the JV squad, but was called up to the Varsity for the last three games of the Freshman season since one wide receiver was declared ineligible due to grades, and another was injured. I did OK.
Coach's opening lecture was always the same: You need to keep a 3.0 out of 5 average to work out, let alone play, and the grade in PE (always an A if you were out for a sport, otherwise depended on your performance in gym class) did not count. The second part was to urge us, those who were good athletes but marginal students, to pair up with a C PE student, and tutor each other. If we were willing, he would set up the matches.
He pointed out Glenn, who was on the team, and weighed about 275, and could not throw, or catch, any kind of ball, waddled rather than ran, but, who understood football, and could block. He played in both the offensive and defensive lines. And, his tutoring buddy, Andy, who could run, throw, catch, understood football, but not math of any kind, and was not that good in science either. They tutored each other and had become good friends.
I didn't need any tutoring, or so I thought, but when I was a Junior, he paired me with Monty, the quarterback, to improve his English and Spanish grades, we could not afford to lose him, and to sharpen my quarterback skills, in case I had to step in to his slot, and, to increase my chances of getting an athletic scholarship. (And, in retrospect, Monty had wanted to be team Captain, and my being elected to the position really pissed him off. He was easily pissed off, pretty inflexible, and for reasons he did not understand, not the most popular guy on campus.) This assignment pissed him off, to be paired with a faggot, and it did not begin well. But, I being a nice guy, kept at it, and gradually his English grades and Spanish performance got better, and I got the only Puerto Rican guy on the team to help with the Spanish, particularly the pronunciation, and, all the dirty words, both the "real" words and the slang.
Monty's grade point average went up, and my understanding of the quarterback position improved, and both of us learned a lot of Spanish and he became OK with being seen with me, if not fast friends.