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I was not at all prepared for the transition between junior varsity track and varsity track at my school. I would say I did pretty well as a junior, but going into my senior year means I'm going to have to work really hard. I dominated throughout JV and won all of the titles to bring home the state championship. Coach Wilson has been working with me for the past two years and wants me to compete my senior year with the varsity squad. Talk about big pressure but I know I can do it. That's why I'm hoping to train all summer since school is officially out.
My name is Alex Wright Jr., but my teammates call me "A Dub" when I compete. I'm usually winning and leaving the other boys in the dust. I'd agree with them and mostly because of my great genetics from my parents. They were both athletes in high school and college and it was natural for me to compete. I come from an upper class family and they expect nothing but the best from me. That can be a lot of pressure for a young man like myself on top of maintaining a 4.0 GPA. My father is from Puerto Rico and came to the University of Florida on a full scholarship for track and field. After college he got accepted into medical school and became a doctor and has one of the fastest growing family medicine practices in Gainesville. My mother is African-American and is also a graduate and former athlete of U of F. She's currently campaigning for a seat to be a judge in our local county. As far as siblings, I have a younger sister named Jasmine. She's a freshman and is heavily into gymnastics. She's probably the closest to me and I'm thankful she's close in age with me because she knows most of my secrets but I haven't always been truthful to her or myself.
I consider myself a really good looking guy, most people refer to me as a pretty boy and they are absolutely right. My parents blessed me with some damn good genes and I can't be even more proud. I stand at about 5'9 and weigh in around 145 pounds. My skin tone is light brown or caramel complexion and I have hazel-green eyes and dark brown curly hair. I keep it faded on the sides and curly at the top. Thank goodness for braces because a few years ago, my smile was looking a mess and my lips are pink and full and complimented my smile.I've been working on my body esthetics for the past two years and hitting the gym has paid off. My body is chiseled like a Greek god and I'm mostly muscle with 3 percent body fat. I have an amazing 6 pack that compliments my tight v-shape right around my hips. I would have to say that my ass is my best asset on my body because it's just so perfectly round and muscular; it goes well with my hamstrings and strong legs. As far as my dick, unfortunately I didn't get the biggest jewel in the box, but I'm okay with that, maybe it will grow later in life!
"Alex...Alex, Alex what the hell are you doing son?" "I've been calling your name for the past 20 minutes." "Sorry Dad, I was packing up my gym bag and getting ready for today's practice with Coach and the boys."
I can't wait until I get my own car so I don't have to rely on my dad to take me to school and practice. This shit is so annoying. I mean I am of age and have my drivers license, but dad insists that having a car isn't the right time for me. They better have a damn car for me on graduation! I've worked my ass off for the past 4 years and keeping a 4.0 GPA isn't easy at my school. He also doesn't want me to work and feels that if I get a job I will lose focus. He says that I have it lucky because in Puerto Rico he had to work and literally walk to school.
"What time does practice end for you?" "I'm not sure Dad, this is the first practice of the Summer so I can let you know when we are finishing up." "Okay, we need to head out now because I have a meeting with the nurses at 10."
"Yes sir" "Hey dad can we talk about getting me a car?" "This is my senior year and I don't want to be the only student that has to have his parents drop him off for school."
"We've already discussed this and the answer is no."
I grabbed a couple of granola bars and a protein shake from the fridge and hopped in the car. As we pulled out of the driveway and made our way towards the gate of our neighborhood, I just realized that I left my water bottle in the fridge.
"Shit, I left my water bottle in the refrigerator."
"Well we are in a rush son, I'm sure they have plenty of water for you there. If not, I'll give you some money to get a few gatorades and water."
"Thanks dad"
All morning long I've been in my room writing in my journal and just letting out these feelings I've been having for the past few months. I can't really explain it but it's been a weird feeling for me. My sister Jasmine told me I should start writing and keep a diary when I get overwhelmed with school and track. She's been right because when I write I get carried away. I know that I'm different from most boys and that I have mixed emotions about who I am and my sexuality. Don't get me wrong, I love myself and my friends and family, but at times I get anxious about succeeding in a family full of brainiacs. I hope Coach Wilson has a light day for our first meeting because in all honesty, I'm not ready to brave this heat.
"Alright son, here's $20 and please call me and let me know when your practice is over." "Don't forget we have dinner tonight with your mom and her campaign manager and team."
"Dad, do I have to go?" "I will have plenty of time to see everyone and help with the campaign." "Yes you do, you know how important this is to your mother." "I'll see you later." "I love you." "Love you too!"
What the fuck, as soon as my Summer starts, I have to go right into practice and then turn around and be around a bunch of political snobs and fake laughter. My Summer is starting to suck big balls right now.
I made my way to the track with all my bags and $20 in my pocket. Now that I think about it, how in the hell am I going to get to a store to buy gatorade and there's no convenient machines that will take a $20 bill on campus. I'm fucked!
"Is that my boy A-Dub?" "The puerto rican prince with the fastest JV record of the season."
I turned around and heard a familiar voice and it was my best friend Josh from the team. We both are headed into our senior year and he's my relay partner. We've been friends since middle school and I can't believe we have made it this far. He's one of those friends that will have your back no matter what and will fight you if you step to him incorrectly. He doesn't play about his "A-Dub" and neither do I play about him. We got each other's back for sure.
"Nigga, what you been doing since school been out." he said to me,
"Hell it's only been out for a week and I'm already stuck with track all Summer and helping my mom on her campaign."
"Also can you not say that word, you know how my family feels about that and you've been caught saying it on several occasions."
"What word?"
"You know, the N-word!"
Josh laughed and put his hands on my shoulders and said, "Nigga it's just a word and I guess it doesn't apply to you since you are a half Nigga...Josh laughed again.
I gave Josh a blank stare and said, "Chill the fuck out, I aint trying to hear my folks mouth about your southern ghetto dialect."
"Ooh, the uppity negro has made his statement!" "Yes sir" with a hand salute from Josh.
"Boys, are you going to chat all day or are we going to get started with practice?"
Josh and I both turned our heads at the same time and walked towards the track. As I was walking I realized that the person calling us wasn't Coach Wilson. This man was tall, dark and very handsome.
"Who is that I said out loud" Josh stated that this was the new assistant coach that will be training us for the first few weeks. Turns out Coach Wilson had to have surgery on his back and will be out for at least three weeks. Coach Wilson has coached the boys track team for over 20 years and never had to take a leave like this. I wasn't expecting to take orders from someone else, let alone someone who's remotely close in age with me.
"Nice of you to join us boys, everyone gather around. My name is JaMichael Reynolds but you can call me Coach Jay, as some of you know, Coach Wilson had to have back surgery and will be out for the next three weeks. I'm stepping in and helping out with some of the practices and drills."
Man I hope today is a light day and he doesn't expect us to do anything crazy. This would be a good time to move the practice inside because this heat in Florida isn't anything to play with.
"Alright let's start with stretching." Coach Jay shouted. "Everyone grab a partner and let's make our way to the turf."
Josh and I were always stretching partners and it was no way I was switching up partners. We both looked over to one another and started to make our way.
"Alex Wright." Coach Jay yelled out.
"Yes that's me, nice to meet you Coach Gayyy, Umm I mean, Coach Jay."
I stuttered as I looked up to this tall 6'2 man and weighed about 180 pounds of dark chocolate. Coach Jay was fine, the true definition of a black king and easy on the eyes. He's a former track star who ran several years ago at one of the public schools here in Gainesville. JaMichael got a full ride scholarship to the University of Southern California but injured himself during his sophomore year. Unfortunately, he had to make his way back to Florida and finish his degree at the local University. He was their star athlete with a promising future. Coach Jay even had the Olympics looking at him for the Summer games. That's got to be a humbling experience I bet, because I would have been crushed and sunk into depression if that were me.
"I've heard some great things about you." Coach Jay stated.
"I do alright, but I know running JV is no comparison to running varsity." "I know I have to earn my spot and I'm willing to do what it takes to prove my worth to the team."
"I appreciate that Alex, it's going to be a long hot Summer, but we are going to make this a great year."
"Yes sir."
Coach Jay looked at me and gave me a big smile and gave me a fist bump and I ran over to Josh. He was already stretching and cutting up with the team as usual.
"What did he want?" Josh asked.
"Oh he was just saying how great I did last year on JV and that he heard great things about me." "You know, trying to get the scoop on me."
"Well he needs to know that you the shit and been the shit and it's only right that you take the lead for the relay." "All that hard work you did when we was in JV done paid off bro bro and I'm proud of you." Josh smiled with admiration.
Josh and I started stretching and I couldn't help but to think of how far I've come in this track and field. I literally blew records out the water this past Spring and dominated each competition. Josh was definitely right about me and knew that I worked extremely hard to earn my way to varsity. I honestly couldn't have done it without him though. You see, Josh is one of those knuckle head boys that's from the streets. His family is from the projects and grew up in the poorer parts of G-Ville. We connected during a Summer camp before we were even in middle school. Josh was one of the lucky ones for sure, he almost didn't get out the hood and was getting into trouble. Luckily, because of his talents, he was able to get a full scholarship to Overton Preparatory without paying a cent. Our school is one of the top private schools in the county with tuition well over $40,000 a year. We both took an interest in running and have been boys ever since.
Josh is your average African-American boy with strong genes and solid features. He is 5'11 and slim and weighing about 155 with brown skin complexion. He kept a fade and the ladies love calling him Hersey Kiss. Throughout the years, he's been a solid best friend to me and has always been my boy. We've double dated and hung out on multiple occasions. Josh is that shit talker, jokester, J's wearing wanna be thug, but comes across as genuine and sweet. He loves and respects my family and my mom and dad adore him. He's always having girl problems and can't keep a girl for more than 6 months without a breakup. I never really looked at Josh in any type of sexual way because we are like brothers. He's my twin because we both celebrate birthdays in July and our birthday month is coming up. I do have a deep sense of comfort when I'm with my best friend and I love him too. There have been times when he would stay over my house for the weekend and we would just lock ourselves in the room and play Playstation for hours and dad would order us pizzas. We've slept in the same bed together and have taken a couple of showers together too. All playful and in a loving way. I would say that Josh dick is huge and I'm slick jealous he got a hammer on him.
"Alex it's the Summer bro, what we doing man?" "I'm trying to hit up the malls and get the new gear for this party Saturday."
"What party are you talking about?" I asked.
"Melissa's parents are headed out of town Friday." "They are flying to France for a vacation and she has the whole crib to herself!" "I know that shit is going to be dope and you gotta come with me."
"Hell yeah, you know I'm coming but I don't have a ride and my Dad is probably not going to approve of me going to a house party and her parents are out of the country." "I would have to stay with you and have your sister drop us off."
"That's a bet." Josh stated.
I just know this is going to be wild and I"m not prepared to get caught up in any shenanigans Josh is about to do. I know there's probably going to be drinking and smoking at the party and some hook ups. I'm trying to keep my mind clear from that and focus on training this Summer. Dad said that should be my number one priority and completing my Summer reading list.
"Okay but if we go to the mall, can we stop by the bookstore?" I have to pick up my books for this Summer."
"Books?" "What the fuck you getting books for, we gotta get clothes my boy." "The ladies are waiting on Hershey Kiss to make an entrance and you know I gotta be drippin."
We did a few sprints after our stretching and warm ups and now Coach Jay wants us to hit the weight room for the last hour of the day. I was so thankful because I wanted to get out of the heat and into the cool. Plus, hopefully I can find someone to break this $20 bill for me so I can get some drinks and a snack.
"Coach Jay, would you happen to have change for $20?" "I forgot my water bottle this morning and need to get some water and a few snacks."
"Put your money away, I got you." Jay said.
"Umm thank you sir."
"Listen, I'm not Coach Wilson, you don't have to say yes sir and no sir to me." "I want to be viewed as your equal and friend." "I'm a young coach myself and I'm not too far from you in age and I want to gain the respect from yall so it's cool."
Coach Jay walked me over to the machine and asked me what I wanted. I got some chips and two gatorades. I know this isn't the best meal, but this is going to have to work until Dad picks me up.
"After you finish your snack, meet me over to the bench press machine and we will start with weight training." Coach Jay said.
This is by far my favorite part of track workout because I get to zone out and just be free in the gym. I find myself spending hours here sometimes toning and admiring my physique. Today, I wore my black tank top and gray track shorts. These shorts fit my body like a glove. They reveal all of my good features and they are the short shorts with the brief built inside them. You get to see my calves, hamstrings, and buttocks really well in them. I wasn't ashamed of my body because I knew a lot of people admired it and told me that I look great for my young age.
"How much can you bench?" asked Coach Jay.
"Probably my body weight, but I can squat better with more weights." I said.
Coach Jay loaded up the bar and as I was watching him put the weights on the bar, I couldn't help but notice his arms were flexing something crazy and you could see the definition of his muscles so well. His biceps had large veins in them and he was cut from his shoulders all the way down to his hands. His large chest stood out and you can see his pecs really well. My mouth hit the floor and I couldn't believe I had this Greek God to work with me all Summer long! What a dream. But I ask myself, what are these feelings? Why am I attracted to him? Or why am I attracted to men in general? I love girls and I have definitely had a few girlfriends but nothing serious. I'm still a virgin and have only gone as far as kissing and fingering a girl. I sure would love to eat some pussy one day though, and even stick my dick in there too.
"Alex...Alex, Alex, what are you thinking about?" Coach Jay stated.
"I'm sorry Coach, my stomach is turning and I think I need some food for real. Those chips didn't do it for me." as I sighed and touched my stomach.
Coach Jay laughed and said "Next time, you should pack a lunch and stop forgetting your water bottle."
"Alright we are going to skip the bench press and go right to squats." "I'm going to start you out small and we will work our way up and hit deeper dips towards the last set." Coach Jay said.
I positioned myself at the bar and Coach Jay got behind me as a squatter just in case I became weak and couldn't get the last set up. I was a little nervous and instantly got horny because as he got behind me, I saw his bulge sticking out of his sweatpants. Talk about a print showing in his sweats! That thing was swinging around in there like a snake. I felt my little dick jump and shoot up a bit! I'm so glad these shorts have briefs in them because he probably would have noticed.
"The briefs are saving the day, the briefs are saving the day!" whispering this to myself.
"What did you say?" Coach Jay said.
"I was telling my, I can do this today Coach."
I got down and managed to do my first squat and as soon as I eased back up I felt Coach Jay's dick bump up against my ass cheek. I thought to myself, okay maybe that was a mistake and he didn't realize he was that close to me. As I dip down for my second squat and come back up it happens again. Again on the third squat and the fourth. I couldn't focus and definitely couldn't finish the set.
"Coach, I think I need some water, can you give me a minute please."
I stayed at the rest area a little longer than anticipated and Josh ran over to check on me and we both took a sip of water and rested.
"This workout whipped my ass today fam!" Josh stated.
"Yeah you ain't never lied bro, my ass is beat too."
"Alright team, huddle up." Coach Jay yelled.
"Today was a great day and you all did well. Make sure you get plenty of rest this week and come to the workouts hydrated and prepared to work. We still have a long Summer to go and I need everyone on one accord. Coach Wilson is expecting great results and I need to be able to inform him of the work." "Thank you and I'll see you all Wednesday."
And just like that, practice was over and everyone hit the locker room and started calling their rides. Josh and I grabbed our things and headed towards the exit of the gym.
"FUCK!" I yelled.
"What is it?" Josh said.
"I forgot to call my Dad before practice was over so he could pick me up. Now I'm going to be waiting here for at least an hour."
"I'll wait here with you bro, I can catch my bus at any time anyway." Josh said.
"No brother, you go because I know you have shit to do and I'm not going to hold you up."
"You sure?" Josh said.
"Yeah" I replied.
"Bet, hit me up and love bro."
Josh and I hit a quick fist pump and I watched him head for the bus station.
"Love you too."
I called my dad but the phone went straight to voicemail. I sent him a text message but he didn't get it. After about 3 attempts, I called mom to see what was up, but she didn't pick up or answer my text. I didn't know what to do. So I stayed and chilled.
"Where's your ride?" A voice from the side came at me.
I turned around and it was Coach Jay.
"I don't know what's going on Coach, I called my Dad but his phone is dead I believe and my mom didn't pick up." I said.
"Well I can take you home if you're okay with that." "I don't want you sitting out here in this heat waiting."
"Aw Coach, I appreciate that, you don't have to do it. I'm fine with waiting."
Coach Jay insisted that he take me home and mentioned it several times that it was okay. On the way home I got a chance to really get to know Coach and learn about his track record while at USC. He told me some amazing stories and told me to keep up the great work and that I was a great kid with a good head on my shoulders. We finally pulled up to my neighborhood and Coach Jay was shocked because he didn't know that I lived in this part of town. He asked me what my parents do and I said that my father's a doctor and my mother is an attorney running for judge this year. He was happy to hear that and mentioned that I was in good hands and he looked forward to working with me this Summer. It's a good thing that I know the security guard at the gate because I didn't have my key on me to get in. He recognized me because I'm always out jogging or running in the neighborhood.
As the gates opened, Jay was greeted by mounds of landscaping and colorful flowers planted in the entrance and tall oak trees swaying in the yards and each block. Our neighborhood has longside walks and beautiful brick and stucco style homes. We finally pulled down my street and Jay was in total shock to see my house.
"Wow, you live here my boy?" Jay asked.
"Yes sir." I replied.
"This is a big ass house man." Jay mentioned.
"Thank you man, my Dad and Mom work really hard for this and make sure my sister and I are well taken care of. I'm truly grateful for them.
"That's what's up, well take care Alex and I'll see you Wednesday."
As I got out of Coach's navy blue Jeep Wrangler, I looked back and could tell he was looking at my ass as I was walking up the driveway. I definitely wanted to give him something to look at and remember.
"See you Wednesday, Coach."
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