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Lexington -- Part 6
At the end of Junior Year the school held elections for Class President, Vice President, Secretary and Treasurer. You got put on the ballot by receiving a nomination by 25 classmates. I signed for Kelley O'Donnell, a good friend, and a very competent person. She, unbeknownst to me, put in a petition with my name on it. Two others, were also nominated. Kelley and the two others being white. The responsibilities of the President were limited, but the primary one was to introduce the weekly assembly, beginning with the Pledge of Allegiance, any routine announcements, like the school play, a pep rally and things like that, and then the program.
I got elected. The first Black, or openly bi, person to be Senior Class President in the history of the school. And, probably the poorest as well. I had to wear a coat and tie to the assemblies, and I had to meet with the principal the day before, each week, to prep for it. I didn't have a sport coat that fit, but the principal found one for me, without saying anything to anyone. I did have a few ties, left behind by my Mom's boyfriends, and I could afford to buy ties, if not sports coats. The runner up got to be Vice President, so Kelley was my back up.
My detractors pointed out, in a letter to the school paper, which came out weekly, that the white vote got diluted by three white candidates and only one Black one. I pointed out, in my response in the school paper, that of the about 250 students in the class, 15 were Black, who knows how they voted, and I got a total of 102 votes, Kelley, 75, and the other two, in total, 53. So race was probably not the deciding factor. It probably was because I was Captain of the football team, had a high grade point average, or was a snappy dresser. Or, maybe, because I was a friendly guy, and tried to treat everyone well.
Lexington -- Part 7
In my Senior year we made States in football, which required a two night overnight trip to the state capitol for the final games. We got put up in a hotel. The State, saving money, put 4 guys to a hotel room with two queen sized beds. Word having spread, the guy running States asked my coach if they needed to put me in a room by myself, being Black and maybe gay, two strikes. Coach asked my team how they felt, without me there, me having been sent on a fake errand to the principal's office to get some paperwork, and the principal kept me for about 10 minutes to talk about nothing, and, almost to a man, they said, "No way, Black is OK, he had never made a move on any of us and we are not worried about it."
So, we paired up for room assignments, one of the guys, David, and I had fucked around before, so he and I (he being on the DL but on the edge of coming out) signed up for one bed, and two other guys who I suspected were fucking each other, but on the DL as well, for the other.
Since three of the four were outwardly straight, as far as most knew, all was well.
The state guys had also arranged the meals, in the hotel banquet room, Friday night cafeteria style, steak, potatoes, green beans, salad bar, chocolate cake, high protein, high calorie, and seconds if you wanted them. Then team meetings to go over strategies, who was starting, all the routine, and then to bed. "Stay in your rooms, no going out, no leaving the hotel, no alcohol, no pot, nothing that would embarrass our school or our chances of winning the state championship."
Now the coach told us before our first game, every year, so I had heard it four times: "Guys your age have high sexual needs. My recommendation is that you have sex, with your own hands, and do it quick, before you get into bed, so you sleep well, and abstain in the morning before the game so your testosterone levels are high and you are naturally aggressive, a necessity for good football. If I were coaching a knitting team, my advice would be different."
I said to the guys, "Remember Coach's advice about sex before a game? Well, we can go in the bathroom, one by one, and pound one out, or, we can all do it here in front of each other. And, this is "what happens here, stays here" country. You can rely on me to keep my mouth shut." Daryll and Joe were looking at each other, I was nudging David and nodding my head "yes".
"We don't know," said Daryll.
"From the we, I take it you guys have jerked off with each other before, and I bet you have done more than that. Like fucked."
"How do you know?" asked Joe, who was sometimes dumb as a post, but a good tackle.
"Let's just strip and get it over with. We have all seen each other naked, dozens of times, we just haven't seen each other hard, but, I have seen both of you checking out my big Black cock, more than once, and I have checked you out, too. I especially like Joe's ass and would love to tap it someday soon."
`Maybe," said Joe, the dumb one.
I took off my shirt, and my pants, and my underwear, shoes and socks, and sat on the side of our bed, cock hanging down between my legs, starting to fill out. David followed my lead, Joe followed and then, last, Daryll. Daryll was hard, Joe was getting there, David was on his way.
We were all sitting on the edge of our beds, facing each other. Joe grabbed Daryll's cock, Daryll, looked at us, and then grabbed Joe's, I took ahold of David's and he mine, and we all started working cocks. Joe looked at Daryll, and said, "I know what you really want," and went down on the floor, on his knees and took Daryll's cock in his mouth. I did the same for David. This went on for a few short minutes,
Daryll said, "As long as we are all here, what I really want is a close up of Lex, hard."
I disengaged and stood up and walked over the two steps to the other bed and put my cock up to his face. "This what you want?"
"You don't know how much," he said. "No disrespect to Joe, but I have jerked off a few times thinking how big this cock must be hard, and how it would feel up my ass."
"You want to find out? I'm game."
"Not until the states are over, I won't be able to walk, let alone run, after that. Remember Coach's other warning: `If you take it up the ass, and I don't know that any of you do, don't do it before a game and mess up your ability to run.' But my mouth is not my ass," and he took my cock part way in, at that point David was left out, he stood on the bed so I could suck his cock.
"Time to cum and go to sleep," I said, big game tomorrow and we can do this again tomorrow night after the banquet, win or lose. We all came, cleaned up and went to sleep. I woke up in the morning with my piss hardon between David's ass cheeks, seeking his hole, all by itself, "Nice," he said, "but no ass fucking before the game."
We played well, and won the Saturday morning game, 21 to 13. It was close, it could have gone the other way. That put us in the early evening spot, the 5 pm game, the semifinal. Whoever won the semifinal would play in the finals on Sunday noon, before we all went home.
Coach gave us a good pep talk, but prepped us to lose. "You did very well today, in a close match. The next team outweighs us on the average by 20 pounds. Their 100-yarddash speed is about the same. Given that we are all college prep, and they are the whole range, we probably have higher test scores but this is football, not math. So, let us do our best out there. Whatever the result, know that I am very proud of you all. You have been a great group of guys to coach,"
We lost 34 to 10. A bummer, but they were a much better team, same size city, more or less, but only one high school so three times as many guys to choose from, and they were big.
We showered and dressed in the same locker room, sometimes it did not turn out well, but they were mellow, they had won, and we were mellow, knowing the odds were against us, they were Blacker than us, with, and, on the average, much more muscle, not than me, but than most of us. It was a turn on for me, but I kept it soft, knowing what was in store in our room tonight.
We had the banquet, the arranged seating was purposely designed to mix the teams, there were eight, one man from each team to a table. So, it was a very mixed group, and depending on personalities, some were basically silent, and some like mine, had a lot of fun, and a lot of laughs going over each teams' mistakes -- fumbles, interceptions, missed field goals, wrong way runs (only one) and other mishaps.
Some of the coaches, including ours, gave short speeches, the routine for Sunday was announced: breakfast at 7:30, busses at 3:00 after the championship game. Dismissed to our rooms, pool was open until 10, mingling with other teams was encouraged, again no booze, no drugs, but they did not say, "no sex".
Lexington -- Part 8
There was a Puerto Rican guy on the winning team that had gone to elementary school with some of us, and then moved, we renewed old friendships, and I took him aside to chat. We had jerked each other off, back in 7th grade, I wondered if he was still into playing with guys.
"Hey Ricardo, long time not see,"
"Hey Lex, how they hanging?"
"For me to know, and you to find out, if you are still interested."
"Could be, I need to take a piss, you?"
"Could be what I need," and we headed for the men's room. Two urinals, no partition, both whipped it out, both getting semi's, neither of us could piss.
His cock was as I remembered it. Not as long as mine, but much thicker, and uncut.
"Want to pick up where we left off?" I asked. " I am sort of out, quite a few guys know I fool around with guys but they are cool with it, and, if they are not, they know I can beat the shit out of them."
"I am on the DL, where can we go? My roommates are as straight as they come, at least as far as I know."
"My roommates are good, all three play around with guys, all are on the DL, and I think only one is pure gay, like me, the other two are bi. We plan on some fucking tonight. I don't know who bottoms, I know we all top, but, we will find out. How about you?"
"You know my cock, it is pretty thick, the guys I play with call me "Beer Can" or just "Beer" for short, hard to explain to my mother when they yell "Beer" at me, or ask for "Beer" when they call on the phone. So, I usually end up being a top since most guys our age are not loose enough to take me."
"Let me prep my buds, call me at about 8:30, and I am pretty sure it will be OK with them if you come and play -- the DL part will be fine since you don't live in our town any more. And, I will introduce you as "Beer".
I told my guys what was up, they were cool with it and Darryl not only remembered him from 7th grade, but had jerked off with him back then.
A knock on the door at 8:30 was Ricardo. Introductions were made, and he playing in the championship game the next day, made it clear that although he had no objection to bottoming, he liked it, he needed to be able to play his best the next day, so his ass was off limits, unless someone wanted to rim him.
"OK," I said, taking charge, and being sure the door was locked, "everyone strip, slow, and show it all off."
We stood in sort of a circle and did. Shirts off, flex our pecs and lats and guns, turned around flexed our ass cheeks, and gradually worked our cocks up, some quicker than others,.
"Who has the biggest cock?" asked Ricardo.
"Depends on how you measure it," I responded. We decided on three measures, length, circumference at its thickest point, and mass, by filing the ice bucket with water, putting the cock in, in push up position in the tub, and then seeing how much water was displaced. I won length, but lost to Ricardo on circumference, and to Daryll on displacement.
A circle jerk followed, and then a circle suck, then some fucking, or attempts at it. Joe had never been fucked, so we decided to make it a night to remember, to see if all of the rest of us could fuck him.
David had the thinnest cock, so he went first, then Ricardo, then me, then Daryll. We all suited up in condoms, with plenty of lube, and by the time it got to Ricardo, Joe had had enough, the rest of us had cum, and the four of us worked on Joe and got him off. My mouth on his cock, and a finger up his ass, Ricardo and David on his nips, and Daryll's cock in his mouth. So, football season was over, but we had new playmates to keep us busy until we went our separate ways after graduation.