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LOVE ON THE COURT
CHAPTER 10
WITT'S PERSPECTIVE:
We almost overslept the next morning. I woke up first spooned against Joe's magnificent back and ass. I sort of snuggled into him enjoying the feeling of my skin against his. Suddenly I realized the time. So much for a leisurely morning in bed with the man of my dreams.
We rushed around and were in my Jeep and on the way over to the gym in record time.
Neither one of us had said very much in our rush to get out of the house.
We were about half way to the campus when Joe said, "Witt, I'm having a hard time with the idea that last night really happened."
I reached over and took his hand. "I've always wanted it to happen, but I never really thought it would. When I found out you knew that Antwon and Jean-Marc were gay I hoped it meant that you were gay too or at least that you wouldn't hate me if I told you I was gay."
"God, I was too afraid to tell you for fear that you wouldn't want to have anything to do with me. Now what happens?"
I looked over at him quickly before looking back to the road. "I'll tell you what I want to happen. You're my best friend, and now you're my lover too. I love you, and I plan on spending the rest of my life showing you just how much you mean to me."
"What about your family?"
"I told them I was gay when I was fourteen. There won't be a problem. In fact, I think my mom and dad will be delighted. They really like you already. Besides, my sister's probably already told them that I'm in love with you."
"Witt, I'm kind of scared about all of this. I mean, not about us. Last night was the most fantastic experience of my life, but you know I had a hard time coming to grips with the idea of being gay."
"Was that what all the visits with Fr. MacDonald were about?"
"Yeah. Last year I felt like I was going to burst if I didn't talk to some one about it. Father Mac has really helped me accept myself. He knows I'm gay, and you do too, but I don't know if I'm ready to announce it to the whole world."
I put my hand over his. "Joe, I can count on the fingers of one hand all the people who know I'm gay. Let's face it, our teammates wouldn't understand...except for Antwon and Jean-Marc. Everyone knows you and I are good friends, but we still need to be careful around the rest of the guys. What about telling Antwon and Jean-Marc? Some how it doesn't seem fair that we know about them, but they don't know about us."
"I don't know. I need to take this slowly."
I pulled his hand up and kissed it as we were pulling into the parking lot at the gym. "I'll follow your lead."
In the gym, we told Coach an abbreviated and censored version of the problems in the shower leaving out the reason the three guys were beating on Reggie. He backed our decision to kick the trouble makers out of the camp.
Reggie didn't look too worse for wear. Actually he looked really happy. Every chance he had he grinned at Jean-Marc and Antwon. The rest of the campers knew something was up because of the three missing comrades, but everyone quickly got into the action of the last day of camp.
The parents of the campers were there in the afternoon to watch the last scrimmages and collect their youngsters for the trip home. Reggie was going to ride back to the neighborhood with Joe and me because neither of his folks were able to get off work to come pick him up.
When the day was over, the three of us piled into my Jeep and headed back to the house. Reggie jabbered from the back seat the whole way back home. He told us over and over again how cool it was to have been able to spend the night at Antwon's and Jean-Marc's apartment and how much being able to talk with them had helped after his beating in the shower. He heaped praise and thanks on Joe and me also for accepting the fact that he was gay. As he was getting out of the car with his gear he told us that he wanted to attend Alberts College so he could play on the same team as the four of us.
Joe and I had managed to keep our hands off each other all during the day, but as soon as we were safely inside the house we shared passionate kisses and a long sensual shower which ended with both of us blowing huge loads as we kissed and moved our soapy bodies against each other.
After the shower I went to the store for some beer while Joe fixed dinner. We had a long talk during dinner. He told me more about his mental struggles with his sexuality, about finally telling his grandfather, and about his grandfather's acceptance. There were tears in his eyes when he finished telling the story. I also found out that he had never been with anyone before me. I told him about coming out to my parents at age fourteen, and about the two guys in high school that I'd fooled around with. I never thought of myself as having a lot of sexual experience, but compared to Joe I was an expert.
After dinner we shot some hoops in the driveway. Reggie and a couple of the other neighborhood kids showed up and played with us until it was too dark to see the basket. Before he left Reggie again thanked us for being "so cool" about his gayness. Little did he know.
We shared another shower. We kissed and caressed while in the shower, but both of us were "saving" ourselves for the bedroom.
In the bed, we came together gently, almost reverently. We built our passion to nearly unbearable heights. Joe's cock pouring it's nectar into my mouth triggered my own ejaculation into his mouth.
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JOE'S PERSPECTIVE:
The day after Witt and I made love for the first time, I was walking around on cloud nine. It was like all my dreams had come true. But at the same time, I was afraid I'd wake up and find that it had all been a dream.
That night I thought I'd died and gone to heaven...again. Witt was so incredibly gentle. He knew just where to touch. He knew just how to touch. And he really knew just how to use his mouth. I was having a difficult time taking his entire length into my mouth without gagging. He told me to relax like I was going to yawn, and suddenly I found my lips brushing the tight curls of his pubic hair. I pulled off and tried again. I knew right then that I wanted to feel his thick cock stuffed in another place in addition to down my throat, but that would have to wait for another time. Our climaxes were almost simultaneous. I pumped my load down his throat as he delivered into mine. I fell asleep encircled in his arms.
We stayed in bed late the next morning. We did a lot of caressing and kissing with neither one of us hurrying to an orgasm. When we finally came, it was like skyrockets going off!
When we got out of bed, it was close to noon. As I rummaged around in the kitchen fixing a late breakfast for us, Witt called his folks. He talked with them by phone almost every day so I didn't pay much attention to what was being said.
"...Joe will be coming over too. Is that okay?"
The mention of my name focused my attention on the conversation.
"Great! We'll be there later this afternoon."
Pause.
"Yeah, you're right. I am in a really good mood. I'll tell you about it tonight."
Pause.
"Thanks. Love you, Mom. See you at dinner."
He hung up the phone, gave me a quick peck on the cheek, and sat down at the table. "We're going over to mom and dad's for dinner tonight. Dad's doing spare ribs on the grill."
"What did you mean when you said, 'I'll tell you about it tonight'?"
"Mom could tell I was in a good mood. I want to tell them about us."
I must have looked concerned because he quickly continued, "Don't worry, babe. They'll be happy for us. Like I told you yesterday, my folks have always been very supportive and understanding. Mom works with a lot of gay men in her psychiatric practice. Plus they really like you already. There's nothing to worry about."
"What about the fact that I'm White and Catholic?"
He looked at me hard. "And I'm Black and Methodist. So what? Joe, I love you. That's what's important, and that's the way my parents will see it too.
Besides, Rhonda's been dating a white guy for the last five months. My folks haven't had a problem with that, and they won't have a problem with your skin color, or lack of it."
He smiled when he said the bit about my lack of skin color, and I had to smile in return. But that didn't mean I wasn't still nervous about telling his folks.
We went over to Witt's parents' house about four that afternoon to play around in their pool. We changed into our trunks in Witt's room. We'd been in the pool for about half an hour when Rhonda, Witt's sister, appeared at pool side with her new boyfriend in tow.
She introduced him as Jeremy Small, but he was any thing but small. He stood about six foot six and must have tipped the scales at close to 250 pounds. He looked like a football player, and in fact that's exactly what he was. He had played defensive linebacker at Rhonda's college, had graduated that spring with her, and was going to start dental school in a couple of weeks about the same time Rhonda was starting medical school. The guy was not quite fashion model handsome with a nice face and brown hair and eyes.
Rhonda and Jeremy changed into swim suits and joined us in the pool. We played water volley ball and had a good time. Rhonda wore one of her skimpy bikinis that showed off her great figure. Jeremy wore a pair of baggy trunks, but the body that I could see was pretty impressive. He had a massive, well defined chest covered with hair, hard looking abs, and legs like tree trunks. When he spiked the ball, no one wanted to be in the way.
Witt's mom called us out of the pool and told us dinner was almost ready. Witt, Jeremy, and I went up to Witt's room to change out of our swim trunks. Jeremy wasn't shy about changing. He pulled his trunks off, hung them over the edge of the bathtub, and stood there facing both of us and talking as he dried himself. He had an extremely thick patch of pubic hair, and his dick and balls were in proportion to his height and muscular build. All together, he was a nice package.
The spareribs were delicious. We had corn on the cob, three bean salad, rolls, and ice tea in addition to the spareribs. Conversation during dinner was light as most of us were busy with the food.
"Those were the best spareribs I've ever eaten, Dr. Sadler," I said when we were all finished. "Your barbeque sauce was fantastic. I'd sure like the recipe."
Witt's dad smiled. "I'm glad you liked them, Joe, but the recipe is a family secret. I can't tell you."
Witt winked at me. I knew what was coming, took a deep breath, and said a silent prayer.
"I think you can tell him, dad. Joe's become a member of the family."
"Joe, I know you're Witt's best friend, but I just can't give you that secret barbeque sauce..." He stopped as he realized the meaning behind Witt's words.
Witt's parents and his sister all stared at us. Witt sat there with a big Cheshire Cat grin on his face. I wanted to sink under the table. Poor Jeremy had no clue.
Rhonda let out a squeal and dashed around the table to envelope Joe and me in a big hug. "Wow! When did this happen? How did you two figure it out? I am SO happy for you two?"
I looked across the table. Joe's parents were holding hands. They had big smiles on their faces.
"Welcome to the family, Joe. I'll give you the secret of the sauce later, but this calls for a celebration. Let me see what we have." Witt's dad got up from the table and headed out toward the kitchen.
His mom came around the table and gave us a hug like Rhonda had. "I'm really happy for you two." She kissed me on the forehead. "Joe, I don't think Witt could ever have found any one else half as nice as you."
"Thank you, ma'am."
Just then Witt's father came back in the room carrying a tray with a bottle of wine and six glasses.
"I couldn't find any champagne so some Reisling will have to do."
He uncorked the wine, filled the glasses and passed them around. I looked over at Jeremy. The poor guy really didn't have a clue as to what was going on.
He took the wine and said, "I know I'm not the brightest bulb in the lamp, but could some one please tell me what we're celebrating?"
Rhonda gave him a quick hug. "Witt and Joe finally got together."
"What do you mean 'got together'? We're they separated or something?"
Witt laughed. "She means 'got together' like you and she have gotten together. Got together like this." With that he leaned over and gave me a quick kiss on the mouth.
Witt's parents and Rhonda applauded. I turned bright red, and so did Jeremy as he realized what we were talking about."
"You...you mean you're qu...er...ah...gay?"
Witt gave him a 'thumb's up' sign. "Exactly."
He took a big drink of his wine. "Congratulations." It didn't sound like he meant it.
As Witt and I were leaving that evening, his dad pulled me aside.
"Joe, now that you are a member of the family, I can tell you the secret of the barbeque sauce. It's just A-1 Steak Sauce thinned out with a little white vinegar."
I looked at him and started laughing.
He smiled and pulled me into a hug. "You should have more respect for your father-in-law, son."
I had a hard time holding back my tears as I returned his hug.
That night in bed we kissed and cuddled for a long time before Witt moved down and put his mouth over the end of my cock. I was already pretty worked up, and when I felt his tongue running around the edge of my foreskin where it still covered the flare of my glans, I thought I would lose it. He backed off for a bit and then peeled my dick back with his hand and started working his mouth up and down the shaft and the sensitive head. I didn't have much time to give him a warning. I just bucked up and shot a huge load into his mouth.
I lay there trying to catch my breath. Witt moved up and kissed me. I could taste the remains of my love offering in his mouth. I gently pushed him over on his back and started kissing my way down his body so I could do for him what he did for me, but he pushed me away.
"Too late."
"You came?"
"Yeah, just after you unloaded."
He moved my hand down to the end of his softening cock. I could feel the last of his cum oozing out of the slit. I picked some of it up on the end of my finger and licked it off. After that we just cuddled up together and went to sleep.
(To be continued)