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LOVE ON THE COURT
CHAPTER 9
WITT'S PERSPECTIVE:
The last week of basketball camp went really well...until Thursday, the next to the last day. Then all hell broke loose.
The kids had finished their drills and games for the day, and Coach Melton sent them into the showers. Coach and his wife had something going that evening so he left right after the kids hit the showers leaving the four of us to supervise. We were planning on having our customary two-on-two game as soon as the boys cleared out of the locker room for the cafeteria.
Most of the kids were already showered, dressed, and gone when we heard shouting from the shower area. Antwon shrugged his shoulders and headed down to investigate the noise.
He looked into the shower room and then turned back to us and shouted, "In here, now!"
The three of us ran down to the shower room. There was a fight going on inside Antwon was trying to pull the guys apart. We waded in and pulled four wet and naked guys away from one guy cowered in the corner. They had been kicking at him. He was naked like the rest and was trying to protect his face with his hands. At least one of the kicks had connected because I could see blood running down his arms and mixing with the water on to the shower room floor.
Antwon and Joe moved the other four guys to the other side of the room.
One of them resisted, and Antwon bellowed, "All of you up against the wall! Move it!"
When a six foot nine inch 250 pound guy tells someone to move, they generally move. The four guys backed up to the wall.
"What's going on?" Antwon's voice was hard.
Alan Lambert, a kid who had been a royal pain in the ass for most of the two weeks, pointed his finger at the crouched boy and said, "He's a queer. He's a goddamn faggot. He gave Aaron a blow job."
While that was going on Jean-Marc and I were trying to help the bleeding kid in the corner. We had to pull his hands away from his face. It was Reggie Winters, and all that blood was coming from his nose.
"Reggie, it's me, Witt. Come on, man. Let's get you out of here and see where you're hurt."
Jean-Marc lifted one arm and I lifted the other. Together we steered the dazed Reggie out of the shower and onto one of the benches in the locker room. I tried to calm him down as Jean-Marc got a couple of towels, placing one against Reggie's bleeding nose and using the other to dry him off.
From the shower room I heard Joe's voice, a little calmer than Antwon's had been. "Alright, gentlemen, let's get to the bottom of this. Aaron, did you tell Alan that Reggie'd given you a blow job?"
"Yeah. Reggie and me are roommates, and he's been giving me blow jobs each night for the last week. He's a queer, man."
"You said Reggie's given you a blow job each night for the last week?"
"Yeah. It's so queer."
"Aaron, did you like it?"
"Wh...whaddayamean?"
"Did you like it? Did you get off on the blow jobs, Aaron."
Quieter now. "Y...yeah. I guess."
"What does that make you, Aaron? Maybe that makes you gay too. If you've been getting blow jobs for a week, why'd you decide to tell these other guys about it today? Why not after the first night?"
"I...I don't know."
"Maybe because you liked it. Did you like it, Aaron?"
"Y...yeah."
Reggie was softly crying into the towel by this time. "It's true," he whispered. "I'm a queer. I liked it. Now you guys will hate me too."
I hugged him around the shoulders. "It's okay, Reggie. I won't hate you and neither will Joe or Antwon or Jean-Marc."
Jean-Marc hugged him from the other side. "He's right, Reggie. None of us are going to hate you."
Back in the shower room I heard Alan Lambert's nasal voice, "Reggie's the queer. Aaron said he swallowed it. That's gross, man. Cocksucking faggots like that shouldn't be allowed to play with 'real' men like you guys and us."
Antwon's voice came through now, cold and steady. "I've got a surprise for you, Lambert." I looked into the shower room. Antwon had the boy backed up against the wall and was looking down on him from his full height which was a good foot taller than Lambert. The poor kid seemed to be trying to shrink his body even further. Antwon continued, "I like sucking cocks."
Lambert's eyes grew as round as full moons. I'm sure mine did too.
"That's right, Lambert. I'm one of those cocksucking faggots that you think shouldn't be allowed to play the game. I'll tell you who shouldn't be allowed to play the game, Lambert. Let me give you some hints. It's not me. I'm already playing the game. It's not Reggie either. Reggie's got more basketball talent in his little finger than all of the rest of you combined. I'll tell you who shouldn't be allowed to play the game, Lambert. It's narrow minded, bigoted assholes like you.
"Now, here's what's going to happen. You four assholes are going to get dressed. You're going to go over to the cafeteria. You're going to eat dinner, and then you're going to pack your stuff, and call your folks to come and pick you up tomorrow morning instead of tomorrow afternoon. You guys have just been thrown out of the camp for fighting.
"That's what you're going to tell your parents, and that's what we're going to tell your parents if they ask us. Now, if you ever say anything about this incident in the shower room or about the possibility that Reggie's gay or the fact that I am gay, then Reggie will press assault charges against all of you, and me and these other three well-respected jock macho basketball players will testify to exactly what we saw here which was you guys beating on Reggie for no reason at all. Do I make myself clear?"
He got frightened nods from all the boys.
He looked over his shoulder at Reggie, "Is that okay with you, Reggie?"
"Yes." Reggie's eyes were about as wide open as Alan Lambert's.
Antwon turned back to the three would-be gay bashers. "Now, you filthy bigots, I want you out of this locker room within two minutes. If you can't get dressed in that amount of time, then you'll have to go over to the cafeteria naked. Move it!"
Man, I have never seen kids move that fast. They may have been approaching the speed of light as they pulled on their clothes. All of them made it out the door before Antwon's two minutes were up.
While Antwon watched the guys get dressed, Joe came over to check on Reggie.
"It doesn't look like your nose is broken, Reggie. Can you breathe through it?"
"Yeah. Thanks. I...I thought Aaron was my friend." He looked like he was about ready to cry again.
Joe gently put his hand on Reggie's cheek and turned his face to look him in the eyes. "I'm sorry, Reggie. I know you're hurt. Betrayal is the worse kind of hurt." He looked at Jean-Marc and Antwon. "I don't think it would be a good idea for Reggie to stay in his room in the dorm tonight. Do you think he could go home with you guys?"
Jean-Marc gave Reggie a shoulder hug. "Yeah. Good idea. He can crash on the sofa tonight. It'll also give him a chance to talk to some other gay guys. Come on, Reggie, get dressed then we'll go over and get your stuff from the dorm. After that you, Antwon, and I are gonna go get some thing to eat and go back to our place. Okay?"
Reggie nodded his head. He had a big smile on his face.
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JOE'S PERSPECTIVE:
Witt and I went through the drive thru window at a Kentucky Fried Chicken on the way home. He hadn't said very much after breaking up the fight in the showers and hearing Antwon's admission that he was gay. If he'd missed that (and I don't see how he could have because Antwon's voice was pretty loud) then there was Jean-Marc's statement about Reggie getting a chance to talk with some other gay guys when he spent the night in their apartment. I knew he suspected they were gay after noticing that there was only one bed in their apartment that night we'd been over there for dinner. Now his suspicions had been confirmed, and I just knew in my gut that he was going to want to talk about it later that night. Was this the time for me to tell him I was gay?
We could hear thunder off in the distance as we pulled into the driveway. He suggested that we keep the Colonel's finest warm in the oven while we shot some hoops. "I need to work off some energy and tension, man," was his stated rationale.
The evening was warm and humid. We pulled off our shirts and started some one-on-one. Our sparing had always involved a lot of physical contact between us, but that night it was different. His hands were touching me every time I had the ball. It wasn't an aggressive touch; it was almost like a caress. I found it hard to concentrate on the basket. I started gently resting my finger tips on his arm or shoulder or back when I was guarding him. Neither one of us was shooting the ball into the basket real well that night, but I felt like I was about to shoot some thing else into my shorts.
Our "game" was cut short by a flash of lightening and an immediate thunder clap that shook the ground. We could hear the rain approaching up the street. We got inside just as the downpour hit. There was another lightening flash and the electricity went out.
"Looks like we're having a candle light dinner tonight." I could see the smile on his face even in the near dark of the kitchen.
I pulled the chicken and side dishes out of the oven while Witt lit a candle and gathered plates and silverware. Before sitting down to eat he went into the bathroom and came back out with a couple of towels. Both of us were wringing wet with sweat from the exercise before dinner. I pulled two beers from the frig, and we sat down to our meal.
We ate in silence. The tempest outside was no match for my emotions. I knew I was going to have to tell Witt I was gay. I just hoped he would still be my friend.
I put the dirty dishes in the sink as Witt rummaged in the refrigerator for more beer.
"I think there's only one can of beer. Want to share it?"
"Sure."
"Let's go out on the back porch and watch the lightening."
We sat on the back steps. The rain had stopped. The air had a faint smell of ozone from the passing of storm that still rumbled off in the distance.
Our bare shoulders and arms touched. Neither of us drew away.
Witt took a swig of the beer and handed it to me.
"How long have you known that Antwon and Jean-Marc are gay?" he asked.
I took a long swallow of the beer before handing it back to him. There was no turning back now.
"Since last fall."
"Are they a couple?"
"Yes. Do you have a problem with it?"
"No. I said before it wasn't a problem for me. I guess I'm kind of surprised. I mean, I suspected that night over in their apartment when I saw there was only one bed in the place. They don't act 'gay.'"
"Neither do I."
The beer stopped halfway to his mouth. He looked into my eyes. He shifted his body breaking the contact of our shoulders and thighs. I felt tears begin to form in my eyes as I steeled myself for his rejection.
His voice was so soft, I could barely hear it. "Joe, are you gay?"
"Yes."
I dropped my head and closed my eyes certain that I had just ended our friendship.
"Do you love me?"
"Yes."
I felt his finger tips lifting my chin. His lips brushed against mine.
His tongue moved between my lips. I opened wider to allow him access. He put his hand on the back of my neck and drew us closer together. The raw power of the thunderstorm that had just passed was nothing compared to the power in that kiss. Every cell of my body was tingling with pleasure.
He gently guided us into a prone position on the porch. When we broke the kiss I was on my back. Witt was on his side with his face above mine and the length of his body pressed against me. I could feel his growing erection against my leg.
"I love you too, Joe. I've loved you for years. So what are we going to do about it?"
In answer I drew his mouth back to mine for another kiss. This time I stuck my tongue between his lips. He moaned and rolled over to lie on top of me. I could feel our erections pushing against each other; only the thin layers of our nylon shorts separated flesh from flesh. I felt his chest pressed against mine. As we kissed he ran a finger down my side sending waves of pleasure to my entrapped cock. He pushed his tongue into my mouth as he cupped his hand over my ass.
My whole body began to tingle. I pulled away from the kiss. "Witt, I'm going to cum."
"Oh, yeah, baby! Do it!" He ground his pelvis against mine, and my dick erupted spilling my seed inside my shorts.
I think I blacked out for a second or two. When I came down from my climax, Witt had shifted his weight more to the side although most of our chests and groins were still touching. He ran his finger down my cheek and neck to gently trace around my nipple.
"I'm sorry," I whispered.
"What for?"
"Because I came so soon."
He chuckled and guided my hand to the spreading wetness at the front of his shorts. My eyes grew wide as I realized that he'd come also.
"I think we both need a shower."
We moved back into the house. Witt grabbed the candle from the kitchen table and carried it into the bathroom. It's flicker transformed the unlighted bathroom into a romantic hideaway. He stripped off his cum-soaked shorts and adjusted the water temperature in the shower before holding out his hand and beckoning me to join him. I stepped out of my shorts and climbed into the shower.
We shared a long kiss under the spray. Both of us were hard as rocks again. We broke the kiss, and he took the soap and gently washed my body. He stooped down to wash my cock, balls, and legs. I almost came again when he pulled my foreskin back to wash the sensitive head of my cock. He put his hands on my legs indicating for me to turn around then he ran the soap and his hands up the backs of my legs, over my ass, and into my crack. His fingers played over my hole, and my cock jumped again in response. As he ran his soapy hands up my back toward my shoulders he slowly stood up behind me so that first I felt his chest, then his hard abs, and finally his hard cock slid seductively up the curve of my ass. He pressed his rod into the crack of my ass as he held me in an embrace. I bent my head back and kissed him while his soapy fingers moved over my chest, stomach, and back down to my groin.
I broke the embrace and took the soap from him. I imitated his movements as I washed his beautiful body. I paid special attention to his cock and balls and slid my fingers behind them to touch his secret opening. He moaned and spread his legs slightly to give my fingers better access to his sphincter. I turned him around and washed his legs, ass, and back making sure to press my cock into the crack of his beautiful brown ass just like he'd pressed his into mine.
We rinsed while sharing a long kiss. After sharing the same towel, he took my hand and the candle and led me into his bedroom. He put the candle on the bedside table, pulled the sheets back and pulled me into the bed with him.
He rolled me over on my back and then began using his tongue and mouth.
He tasted every part of my body. I almost lost it again when he peeled back my foreskin and ran his tongue over the head of my prick. I pushed him away and began paying him back for his sweet torture. I tasted his fingers, nipples, arm, stomach, neck, toes, shins, navel, underarms, ears, nose, and hips before taking his pulsing erection into my mouth. I'd never handled any one else's penis before let alone had one in my mouth. I knew enough to keep my teeth out of the way, but I also knew it probably wasn't the best blow job in the world because of my inexperience. Witt didn't seem to mind. He put his hands on my head and moaned as I worked on his love pole. I began to play with his balls. I marveled at the smooth skin and the movement of the egg-sized orbs inside. The smell of him was intoxicating.
"Joe, I'm gonna cum!"
I knew he was doing that to warn me in case I wanted to pull off, but what I really wanted at that moment was to taste him. I moved my mouth as far down on his velvety steel shaft as possible without gagging. The first spurt hit the back of my mouth. It was warm and slick with a slight salty/bitter taste. I loved it! I swallowed as his prick pumped more love juice into my mouth. When he stopped spurting, I slowly moved my mouth off his cock making certain to clean all of his cum off with my tongue as I went.
He rolled me over and was between my legs in a flash. He put his mouth over the end of my hard cock and used his tongue to pick up all of the precum that had collected under my foreskin. Then he used his lips to peel the skin back from the head and swallowed the shaft of my dick so that his nose was buried in my pubic hair. I was so keyed up that I started cumming immediately without time to warn him. He sucked me dry and then moved up to give me a kiss. I could taste my semen in his mouth, and I knew he could taste the remains of his seed in mine.
He broke the kiss and looked down at me with a huge smile on his face.
"Damn, Joe, that was out of this world!"
"Was I okay?"
He snuggled up under the crook of my arm. "You were fantastic. I can't tell you how much I've wished for this to happen."
"Me too."
"I love you, Joe Ronkowski."
"And I love you, Witt Sadler."
The electricity came back on some time later, but we were both sound asleep wrapped in each other's arms...finally.
(To be continued)