The following is part 2 of a story (What's a jock to do? Part 1 already submitted and published on your website in the Bi/Encounters section), written by me Russel Mohan for submission to your website. It is no was connected or based on actual events. The characters are purely fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely co-incidential.
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TITLE- What's a jock to do? Part 2 Copyright Russel Mohan 2006 (I would really love to know what you the readers think, and would appreciate any comments you have to make, please send to macon12@hotmail.com. Thank you)
Alright, so you might imagine that I was falling in love again. Well, maybe I was. As the night came to an end me and Kelly went back to my place, and Trinidad, who we'll refer to as Trini from now on, went to back to his place with the rest of the gang for after party drinks. It was a fun night, being out at my very first gay bar, I thought, as Kelly and I got back to my house and started to make hot, uninhibited sweet love to each other. Me, eating out her pussy, and massaging her beautiful feet, with her going down on me, making me feel shivers all over my hard bod. This was definitely the business. Sex with girls was good, and too satisfying to give up. Why would I want to turn `homosex' or gay?
Naa, I mean I had only had sex with a guy one time in my whole life, and yeah I did want more, but you've got to meet the right guy for that kinda thing and be careful too, with all these bugs you can pick up. Even though this friend of Kelly's, Trini, was cute, and we did hit it off, I didn't want to ruin anything with her on a fling with a guy or another girl, and I most certainly didn't want to make any drastic changes in my life, concerning my sexuality, or this gay business'. I had basically made it' already in the world, or at least around here. My business was going great, I had the most wonderful friends and family, who I cherished, and to shock them all and say that I was bisexual would be too much.
Besides, anytime a guy says he's bisexual, people just think that it's some homo who can't accept himself. But I had a feeling that something was going to give and I would have to deal with this oncoming nightmare. When this bomb would go off however, I couldn't say. But I was determined to have complete and total control over the situation, whenever it came and I had to face it.
Kelly and I passed a few days at my beach house, but hardly saw each other. I was busy from sun up to sun down with my surf stores and Kelly was busy with her swimsuit modeling, her sweet ass looking damn fine in those tight little bikinis, and every fucking dick on the planet chasing after what was mine! I just didn't have the time to wine and dine her like I normally did, but we made up for it at night with our passionate love making. But as the days went by with Kelly, and her 24th birthday came up, I suddenly realized that I was getting older myself, and that all those hot guys on the beach who were always checking me out, were passing me by, or I was passing them by.
I wasn't profiting from my youth as I should be. I mean here I was young, rich, drop dead gorgeous, but wasn't doing a damn thing about it with guys. I had definitely had a great time being straight, in a straight man's world, had all the frat parties you could talk about, banged chicks any straight guy would give his left arm for, been the hottest fucking stud at high school, and had travelled a bit too. I didn't miss out on anything, so why shouldn't I make a change and take the next step in my life? Kelly was there as my girlfriend, people even thought we would get married, and I wanted to get married to her, to have a life with her. I wanted children, a son to teach baseball and football to, a daughter to spoil with everything she wanted. But was that really compatible with having a gay life? Could you really do the two? It seemed to me I had a big choice to make, and didn't know which way to fucking go. This was a mess already as far as I was concerned, cause if I was going to dump Kelly, I may as well do it now, and tell her that I was also attracted to men/boys.
Anyway her rich stuck up piece of Brazilian aristocracy mother was coming from Rio, and I would have to meet the bitch, along with the other bitch, my mother. Unfortunately they both got along great, being pretentious and stuck up, but I must say, quite kind people, who helped out others. This just made the pressure even heavier on me to kinda remain with Kelly and I always knew that if I broke up with her, I had to consider my mother's friendship with Kelly's mom as well. Anyway enough about all this family business.
I decided to go for a swim while Kelly was on a shoot. It was Wednesday, and a weekday, but I gave myself a day off as I was organizing a surfing competition, that was going smoothly and was waiting for some faxes to arrive at my home. I stayed home and took a good swim right in front of my beach house, enjoying the deep waters, as I think only pussy boys swim in the shallow. I was just enjoying the sun and treading the water, when I saw a figure in a red polo jersey walking barefoot on the beach going past my house. It looked like a 12 yr old, or was at least as frigging skinny as a 12 yr old was and as I was swimming out I realized it was Trini. He recognized me and said hi as I was running out to the shore, feeling like Tarzan, all refreshed and in my black speedos, my dick was bulging out like mad, and my hard white bubble ass was stretching those speedos for sure. But it was a good thing I did get out and say hi to him, and also a good thing I was undressed like this, because any gay bashing Frat boy could see Trini was a total fag by the way he blushed like crazy and tried to hide it.
His beautiful Latin eyes lit up and brown skin was beautifully tanned by the sun, it was great what a mix of cultures could produce. I didn't know what to say or do either, just made small talk about the night we had meet and all hung out at the gay bar with Kelly, after all, she was the only link between me and him, not like we were friends. I invited him in, and he accepted. It was hard to believe he was American, as he looked more from the Mediterranean or something.
You could definitely see he had some `exotic' blood in him, but that somewhere along the while a white man had planted his seeds into his mom's pussy. Well I wasn't complaining, only I wanted to see what he looked like naked.
I decided to invite him in, and he was a bit surprised to know I lived right there in front, in this great beach house. As he walked in the house, I got a better view of his ass, as he was wearing short shorts, and nice ones at that, his legs were showing, all slim and looking long, even though he was short. They were shaved and I must admit, I did like shaved legs a lot, and was happy he was barefoot, so I could see his small brown feet. I told him to sit down and got to the faxes I was expecting and offered him some juice.
We talked and I asked him what he was doing around here and he got a little nervous where I could tell that he was lying when he said he was just taking a walk. Little Trini taking a walk, yeah right, he probably knew I lived around here and wanted a piece of my jock ass. Well I would be flattering myself of course in thinking this, as it couldn't be possible since de didn't know where I lived.
"Oh really, well I guess it's a nice day for walk", I said in response to his answer. "Yeah, it's ok I guess", he responded, looking a little disappointed. I sensed that something wasn't right and asked him what the matter was.
"Something happened to you? You seem a little bummed?" "Naa, it's nothing." "Oh don't be so shy, you can tell me, I won't tell Kelly, would just be between me and you", I said, trying to be comforting. "Yeah, but you wouldn't understand." "Why cause I'm not gay, like you?"
Oooops, I made a big mistake. I shouldn't have said that at all! I immediately apologized to him, if I came off the wrong way, he didn't throw a fit like some queen, and was cool with it, we even got a laugh out of it
"It's ok", he said smiling, showing me no harm was done. At this moment I just wanted to take him in my arms, and hold him, but who knows what could have happened had Kelly not come back.
She was in a beautiful light blue armless top and a pair of Denim Levi's, her long hair streaming down her slim defined back and her skin beautifully tanned from the sun. She was of mixed parentage, her father being white, Sweedish guy and her mother a mixed Brazilian, half black and half Indian.
Kelly was perfect and made me weak in the knees when I saw her, all smiling and shocked to see Trini there, which we explained by what had happened earlier. Trini, looked hot too, but I didn't know him at all, and I'm sorry to say this, but my attraction to him was purely superficial, but I wanted to get to know him a bit, and it looked like that was going to happen, when Kelly suggested we all have a picnic in the front yard. Well, I chickened out, saying I had to get to the beach where my surfing contest was gonna be held in a few weeks. I think she sensed that it was a pretext, and that I didn't have to be there today, but I didn't want to stay longer to confirm this feeling, in case I got more nervous around her because of Trini being there, and me starting to like him. Already my attraction to Trini was causing problems, as I didn't like lying to Kelly and on leaving the house, I gave Kelly a big sloppy wet kiss and just took a drive to the beach where I did some more swimming, and wondered what it would really be like if it were me and Trini walking down the beach holding hands, instead of that gay couple I saw horsing around on roller blades.