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The Sports Interview
Jay Darwin must have interviewed Buzz Woodfield dozens of times, and for good reason. Jay was the chief sports correspondent for the local affiliate of a TV network, and Buzz was an MLB all-star. He had been pitching in the major leagues for sixteen years, and he recently announced that he would retire at the end of the current season. Jay had been named MVP for half those sixteen years, and even in his last year in the major leagues, he had won eighteen games for his team and lost only one. For almost the whole time Buzz had been with the home team, Jay had simulcast all the games on the road and at home.
Over the years, Jay had interviewed Buzz after every one of his major achievements and awards. The men were not bosom buddies, but they did consider themselves to be friends. Jay arranged for Buzz to be interviewed live for national television, following his last game in the majors. Jay's last game happened to be the seventh game of The World Series. He was not the starting pitcher, but he was brought in to close out the game. He struck out six consecutive batters and sewed up the win, and the series, for his team.
Buzz asked to speak to Jay privately before the interview. "I need to clear some issues with you before we go live," he said. Jay was intrigued. They had never had a private interview before the public broadcast before. Jay had a private dressing room, and they agreed to meet there one hour before the live broadcast. When Buzz knocked on Jay's door, he let him right in, and motioned for him to sit on the sofa with him. Buzz looked very solemn and a little scared.
"What's up, buddy? Jay asked. "You look like the weight of the world is on your shoulders. Hell, you should be celebrating and jubilant. You've had an illustrious career."
"Okay, you're reading my feelings," Buzz said, "so let me say it quickly before I lose my nerve. Jay, I'm going to come out during the interview."
Jay looked perplexed. "You mean like you're gay?"
"Exactly, and if you don't want to interview me, I'll understand. I'll just hold a press conference."
"You'll do no such thing. Do you realize what a brave thing you're doing, and you're giving me a scoop, to boot? I'll be supportive, and we'll both be heroes to most people. I know we'll get plenty of hate mail also, but I'll bet we get more supportive mail. So many young men who are afraid to come out, will be inspired by your courage."
"Do you really think so."
"Yes, I believe strongly that you will be a role model for these guys. But think carefully. Is it necessary for you to out yourself?"
"Yes, Jay, it is. I can't live a lie, and keep sneaking around, anymore. I have spoken to other gay men who have come out, and they all assure me that it is very liberating."
"Okay, then," Jay smiled. "Let's do this thing."
The interview went well, and when Buzz came out to America, all the cameramen and stage hands gasped in disbelief. Jay shook Buzz's hand, told him how brave he was, and wished him well in his future life.
When the interview was over, Jay asked Buzz if he was free to have dinner with him.
"I'd like that," Buzz said. "I owe you for being so supportive of me on national television."
"Nonsense," Jay said. "You owe me nothing. Come back with me to my dressing room. I'll change clothes, and we'll be on our way."
"When you say we, I think you mean us, and dozens of reporters and paparazzi."
"I suppose. I hadn't thought of that."
Back in the dressing room, Jay began to change into more casual attire. "Do you have a boyfriend, someone special?" he asked, knocking Buzz for a loop.
"Nobody serious, but I have had a go at it several times with Joe Lowry."
"Your pitching coach?" Jay asked incredulously.
"You won't out him, will you?" Buzz realized that he might have revealed too much, especially to a reporter.
"He's a great guy. I've met his wife and kids. I'd never do harm to him, but Buzz, there's a reason I asked."
"Yeah!"
"From the moment we met all those years ago, I could never get you out of my mind. Buzz, I'm gay also, and I am hopelessly in love with you."
"Wow, I never saw that coming," Buzz said in amazement. "I just came out, Jay. I'm not ready for relationships or commitments. I just want to have fun."
"I can understand how you feel, and I respect your decision, but do you think that you could have a little fun with me?"
"Yes, I can do that. I think it will be a blast. I told you that coming out is liberating. If I hadn't come out, we would never be having this conversation."
"All of a sudden, I don't feel like eating dinner out," Jay laughed.
"But I do. Let's do it my way, and after dinner, we can go to my place." Buzz leaned into Jay, and placed their lips together. A second later, they were kissing rapturously. They pressed their bodies together, rubbing their hard-ons together.
"Are you sure, you still want to go to dinner?" Jay asked.
"You bet. I need to fortify myself. Don't you want me at the top of my game?"
"Fuck. You're a big tease," Jay laughed. "I've got a good idea. The front door of the studio must be crowded with paparazzi. I always have a limo pick me up at the back door. There's a small alley there. I'll call my limo driver, and have him pick us up. We can go to my place, and I'll make us dinner. Did you know I studied culinary arts before I became a sportscaster?"
"No shit," Buzz said. "You're amazingly handsome, and you can cook. Maybe you are a keeper after all." The two men grinned at each other like scared school boys.
"Well, what do you say?" Jay asked.
"Call your driver. It'll be fun to outsmart those leaches hanging out in front of the building."
Their little plan worked, and they arrived at Jay's apartment building without anyone spotting them. The minute they entered the apartment, they were in each other's arms, and their tongues were dueling. Buzz pulled away. "You promised me a gourmet meal," he said. "I was so worried about how the interview would go, that I haven't eaten all day."
"Keep me company in the kitchen, and I'll start cooking."
"Can I ask you something?" Buzz inquired. "Have you ever had sex with a man?"
"No, never. I've just been too scared, but now after what you've just done, I might consider coming out myself."
"I don't advise it," Buzz said. "I've just retired. I invested my money wisely, and I can live comfortably the rest of my life, but I'd hate to see your career go south."
"I just said that I'd consider it. You make a good case for waiting."
"Tell you what, Jay. I'm not really up to eating a big meal, but I am hungry. How about a hamburger and a coke? That'll do just fine."
"Okay, but when you taste my burger, you will think that it is a gourmet meal."
They cleaned up the kitchen from their dinner mess, and Jay took Buzz's hand. He led him into his bedroom. "Will you shower with me, and show me what to do. I want to give you the most pleasure any guy ever did before me."
Buzz smiled. "Lead the way. There's nothing I want more than to shower with you."
They stripped in the bedroom, and let their clothes fall to the floor. They stood staring at each other, and smiling broadly. They both had muscular, athletic bodies of course, but their cocks were clones. They were both fully erect, just shy of eight inches, and neither was cut. When flaccid, Buzz's cock was a smidgen larger than Jay's.
"You're beautiful," Jay said.
"So are you," Buzz countered.
Jay was just about to turn on the taps in the shower, when they heard a cell phone ringing. Jay had put his on the dresser, and he knew that it wasn't his. Buzz's phone was in his trouser pocket. He wasn't going to answer it, but Jay said, "Why don't you get it while I adjust the water temperature? Then turn it off, so we won't be interrupted again."
Buzz retrieved his phone, and saw that the caller was Joe Lowry. "Hi," Buzz said.
"It's Joe, Buzz," Lowry said. "I saw the interview. You are the bravest man I know. How do you feel? How are you doing?"
"I'm doing great, Joe. I am about to make love for the first time as a free man. I can't tell you how good that makes me feel. Just like some guys promised me, I feel liberated."
"You lucky SOB, I wish it was me, but I have a family to think about."
"Nobody is accusing you or blaming you, Joe. Just be as happy as you possibly can, and thanks for coaching me, and making love with me. I'll never forget, and I hope we'll always be friends."
"Do you think we'll ever get together again?"
"Probably, buddy, but for now I have to hang up. I'm about to deflower a virgin." Joe laughed and hung up. Buzz turned off his cell phone and went back into the bathroom.
Jay took his hand, "I think the temperature is perfect." The two men stepped into the stall shower. Buzz could tell that Jay was very nervous, so he decided to take the initiative. The men were facing each other, so Buzz took the soap, and started to soap up Jay's chest and arm pits. He turned Jay around so that his cock was now probing longingly at Jay's ass hole. Buzz reached around and continued to wash Jay's chest, but now he reached lower, and began to bath Jay's pubic area.
He wanted to tease Jay a little, so he left Jay's pubes and began to soap his back. Buzz was not shy about washing Jay's crack and asshole. He inserted a soapy finger into Jay's ass, and the sportscaster almost fainted. Finally, he reached around, and took Jay's pleading cock into his hand, and began to stroke it with soap.
Jay began to whimper. "All my dreams are coming true," he sobbed. "Give me the soap." Buzz handed him the soap, and he began to soap Buzz's body, just as Buzz had soaped him. Buzz stopped him when he felt an orgasm growing in his loins.
"Let's rinse off," Buzz suggested. As the cascading water rinsed off the soap, he fell to his knees and began to stroke up and down Jay's rod with his tongue. Jay's entire body was shivering.
"Would you like to take this to bed?" Buzz asked. Jay could only nod his head. They lay down on Jay's king-sized bed and clasped their hands together. Simultaneously they turned to each other, embraced, and rubbed their throbbing hard-ons against each other. For a while they dry humped, sighed, and assured one another how good it felt.
Buzz rolled over and mounted Jay. Jay wrapped his legs around Buzz's waist, and he wrapped his arms around Buzz's neck. They began to kiss passionately, as their cocks continued to rub together. Buzz told Jay to lighten his hold, and he began to slither down Jay's body, giving him a trip around the world that he would never forget.
Buzz kissed Jay all over his body, until the poor man was writhing in erotic agony. At long last he took hold of Jay's cock, stroked it gently and took it into his mouth. His tongue did all the work, swabbing up and down the length of Jay's cock. It didn't take long for Jay to realize what was happening. He was going to cum, and soon, but this was no ordinary orgasm. His toes were tingling, and the electricity was creeping up his legs, into his loins. Soon enough, his seed began to gush through his penis. He came screaming and moaning. Buzz was swallowing it all. Jay's cockhead became so sensitive, he had to beg Buzz to stop.
"Give me a moment," Jay whispered, "and I'll do that to you."
"I'd like to fuck you instead," Buzz said, "and next time, you can suck my cock, and fuck me." He had to wipe the tears off Jay's face with his palm.
"Will there be a next time?" Jay dared ask.
"Sure, Babe. I don't want to get tied down right now. I want to have lots of fun, but I want you to be part of my fun."
"I can live with that. Would you like to fuck me now? I don't have any condoms."
"Do you have lube?"
"No, but I do have Vaseline."
"That'll do just fine, but we'll have to go bareback," Buzz said.
Jay didn't answer him. He jumped out of bed, and ran to get the Vaseline. Jay had lost his erection for the moment, but Buzz was throbbing with lust. He applied the Vaseline generously to his cock, and rolled Jay on his back.
"After I enter you, wrap your legs around me like you did before. It might hurt at first, but grin and bear it. The pain will turn to pure pleasure, I promise you."
The two men were so greased up, that Buzz entered the virgin ass much easier than he expected. Better yet, Jay reported how good he felt almost immediately. He had no trouble synchronizing his pumping with Buzz's. They had experienced so much foreplay, that Buzz came quickly. When Jay felt Buzz's semen gushing up his guts, he didn't just cry, he sobbed.
"Thank you, Buzz," he cried over and over again.
"I better get washed up and dressed," Buzz said.
"Please spend the night," Jay suggested.
"That's not a good idea," Buzz said. "If I'm seen coming out of here in the morning, your closet will be opened prematurely."
Jay nodded his head. "Thank you," Jay said. "You're thinking a lot clearer than I am. Will you do something for me before you leave?"
"Sure. What?"
Kiss me." The two men embraced and smiled broadly.
For the next few weeks, the press dogged Buzz relentlessly, but little by little he became old news, and new scandals and surprises took their attention. Eventually, the reporters disappeared, and he gave more attention to Jay, than to his other bed partners.
One day they were lying on their backs after making love. Their hands were clasped. Jay said, "I need to ask you something."
"Shoot," Buzz said.
"My color man' is leaving. Would you be interested in taking his place? You're the perfect man for the job. You're loaded with stories and histories of all your former team mates, and other players in your league. More than that, you constantly amaze me with all the statistics you hold in your head. You'll be able to humanize my broadcasts and telecast, and really add the color' that the job title implies.
Buzz laughed, "You just want me around when you go on the road with the team, so you can fuck me."
"Sure I do, but it doesn't change the fact that you are the best man for the job."
"That's a pretty fantastic offer, Jay. I think I'd like it a lot. I'm getting tired of just lazing around."
"No, Buzz, you aren't going to like it, you're gonna love it, but I have to know one thing. What's your real name?"
Buzz broke out laughing. "It's Banzwa."
"How the fuck did your parents have the nerve to name you that?"
"Well, you know how it is. We Blacks often give our kids strange African names."
Suddenly Jay broke out laughing. He couldn't stop. Finally, he said, "For television and the radio, we'll keep that to ourselves, and continue to call you Buzz."
"That's okay with me."
"I lied," Jay said. "I have another question. Have you recovered enough to fuck me?"
"Buzz laughed and rolled on top of Jay. That evening was the beginning of the rest of their lives. Buzz surrendered to his feelings, and committed himself to Jay at last.