Date: Fri, 24 Jun 2016 01:19:26 +0000 (UTC)
From: hankbrookscc@comcast.net
Subject: The Sports Interview

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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.