Date: Sat, 13 Oct 2012 20:55:48 +0100
From: David Spowart <davidspowart3@hotmail.com>
Subject: Mr Right Too soon chapter 1

Warning: This story at some stage will contain sex between consenting males
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well read on, as you might just find out you are actually gay

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Written By

David Spowart

Edited by

Jerry M

Mr Right Too Soon?

Chapter 1

Nick

Jesus...where do I begin with this? Well, I suppose the beginning is always
a good point. I am in my Junior year at U.C.L.A on a full boat for
Wrestling and a partial one for English Lit. Yeah, I am a Jock and a brain,
go figure. I live on Campus with some guys I have known for a few years.
Friends, yes.  Close?  Well, some yeah, others, ehhh, not so much--but we
get along.

 I am 21 and have a steady girlfriend.  She is great, and I mean great.
She is an angel in public, but a slut in the bedroom.  She lets me do just
about everything a person can do. I am not into violence in any way, but
she likes her ass slapped when I am giving it to her. She says it holds off
her orgasm. Fuck, a chick's mind-set doesn't make sense, and I have stopped
trying to work her out.

There is also an added complication to this; my Father.  My dad is a
Baptist minister, and sins of the flesh, outside of marriage, are a major
fucking no no.

Then there is the fact that I am gay. Yes, this jock, giving it to the
hottest chick on campus is a cocksucking fag, except the latter hasn't
happened yet.  Reason No1, my dad. I would be excommunicated from my life,
my brother, and my sister, and I have it pretty good, trust me.

Well, I would have, except the reason for this complication is Jenny.
Well, her Brother really. He is a year younger than me, and is just as
smart. He also wrestles, and his smell drives me insane. Thank fuck we wear
jocks, as my boner is more evident when he is around. He is, well...
perfect.  I don't intend to live in my self-built closet forever.  Just
through my college years, till I get out from under my dad's condescending
gaze. I just have to get through this year and next. Then I can live my
life and I mean my life.  Stop living this fucking lie.  I know I will hurt
Jenny, as I am sure she fucking loves me.  I care for her, too.  But love?
Yeah, I suppose I do.  But I am not in love with her.  I haven't ever been
in love with anyone.  I have, however, been deeply in lust, and that's
where Leo comes into it.

Leo Bo-Trent, he has made my last year a living hell.  I don't mean he's
given me shit, quite the opposite; he blanks me.  Totally denies my
existence. He doesn't even grunt when I go over to see Jen.  He just walks
past me with that shoulder length black hair that slides over his face.  I
just want to reach out and brush it aside, so I can see his deep, come fuck
me blue eyes.

Despite wrestling on the same team, we don't wrestle in the same weight
division, so I don't get a chance to practice with him, `thank fuck', as I
would blow my load if I ever got tangled in those strong arms, and his
scent would definitely make me cum. How would I explain that to the coach.
But, that is where my trouble began. Practice. Thanks to Tony.  That
fucking idiot totalled his car, and is out for a month.  He's my regular
practice partner, and Leo, being the closest to my weight class, was
volunteered by Coach to get me ready for the upcoming regionals.  And now
my life is going to get very complicated.

Leo

Shit!  Why me?  Why did the coach choose me to partner him?  Him, of all
people.  I can't be around him.  He drives me to distraction every time he
is near me.  He's dating my fucking sister.  He says hello every time he
comes over, and I cannot even look at him.  He is the hottest guy I have
ever seen. I cannot be friends with this guy, I just can't.  If he sees my
eyes he will know, and I am not ready to have my ass kicked just yet.  only
a few friends know that I swing for the same team.  None of my family know,
so I know Nick doesn't have a clue. At least I hope he doesn't have a clue,
coz if he does, then Jennifer will know, and my life would be over, My
family attends his dad's fucking church, and their opinion on gays is
legendary.  You know, you have heard the diatribe they spout; haters every
one of them, my parents included, Okay, I have never heard them repeat the
poison spouted in church; but they continue to go, so they must agree with
his crap.

So, for me, coming out is not an option. I stay quiet. I don't socialize a
lot, but I have a small band of friends and I stick to them. I don't extend
the hand of friendship too often, and my parents, even at this late stage
(me being 20) see it as a phase. Parents don't know shit!!.

Then I come in for practice and all I hear is "Bo-Trent, front and centre,"
from coach Watson, and I ran over.  "Yes, Coach?" I asked, looking at him,
as I was due on the mat at any second.  "You are otherwise needed, Leo," he
started, "Larouso has been hurt and is out for a month," he went on.  "Yeah
coach, but he is 6kg heavier than me, how does that affect me?" I asked,
"Nick Stone, is up for regionals in a couple of weeks.  You're going to
train with him.  He needs a practice partner, and son, you're it" he
informed me, and the color just drained from my face.

...***...

"Why did he choose Leo? Fuck... 'Okay, I can handle this. I just have to
practice with him and think of something disgusting to keep me from getting
excited.  But what?  Shit!  When he walks, I get turned on. Hell, the
thought of him turns me the fuck on,' Nick said to himself, just before he
entered the gym.  Leo was sitting on a bench, near an empty mat.  Him in
his singlet, and did he look fucking hot.  I train with guys all the time,
get changed, get showered, and nothing.  But the thought of Leo just sends
my hormones into overdrive.

`Oh, fuck here he comes. Don't stare...don't fucking stare' Leo thought to
himself, as Nick walked towards the Coach, and me, "Hey, Coach...Leo" Nick
said, looking at Leo, but not being over obvious, "Stone, Bo-Trent, has
been informed about Larouso, and has agreed to help. Haven't you, Leo?" He
said with a smile looking at Leo, "Ermm, Yes, Coach, if you say so," Leo
said softly, looking at Nick, but not at his eyes. They sat until the coach
wandered off to attend to other wrestlers,

"Okay, Leo, if you start on the mat, in prone, I can see how you defend,
and then switch," Nick said, and Leo agreed.  `Fuck, Nick behind me.  Shit!
Wet dream or what', Leo thought to himself, "Oh, shit, look at that perfect
ass," Nick thought to himself, looking at the perfect bubble butt of Leo
Bo-Trent. They tried various combinations of moves and both countered very
well, Leo was no slouch, and, if he put on a few pounds, would be
competition for him. Shit, he could almost match him, now, if he put on
those few pounds, Nick would not be competition.

"Fuck, Leo you are very good," Nick informed him, and Leo, for the first
time since they had been thrown together, smiled.

"And why did you think I wouldn't be, may I ask?" He replied with scorn,
but not really meaning it.

"No offence bud, it's just that you are not really obvious," Nick replied.

"Obvious?" Leo responded, hoping he wasn't being obvious the way he was now
thinking. He was checking on his mannerisms, his speech, his hand movement.

"You know, you don't act all jockish," Nick answered.

"Good!  I don't like being called a jock, it makes me feel...dumb," he
responded to Nick's answer.

"No offence intended," He added.

"None taken," Nick replied.

They hit the mat again and Leo more than once had the better of it, and was
noticed by the Coach, who was shaking his head.  But Nick was distracted by
the hunk of humanity, having his physical way with him.  He was most
definitely boned up as was Leo.  their jocks, however, hid their secret,
their desire, their longing. They both stopped, sat back on the bench, and
called it a day. The fresh smell of sweat permeated their nostrils and only
added to their predicament.  They knew if they continued at that intensity,
there would have been a wet patch on their singlet's that could not have
been mistaken for sweat.

"Thanks, Leo, you know, for doing this," Nick said, looking at his training
partner, his jack-off material, for life,

"yeah, my pleasure, Nick," Leo responded with the exact same thoughts
running through his mind. They both hit the showers and went into separate
cubicles well apart.  They washed as fast as possible, but both had the
exact same idea.  They didn't want to be seen naked.  Well they did, but
they didn't want the other to see how turned on they were.  But best laid
plans and all that, they exited the cubicle's at about the same time.
Towels wrapped around their perfect waists, Leo looked over Nick, as Nick
scoped him out, but on the sly.  They did it with a sudden turn of the
head, a twist of the shoulder.  Nick couldn't help think to himself, "Fuck,
why did I not relieve myself?"  Leo had almost the same thought, as he
looked over Nicks' six pack and his ass, his perfect ass.

"Shit, I have to get out of here," Leo thought to himself, with an obvious
boner inducing moment he knew he couldn't hide, and his face flushed red.

"See you later, Nick," Leo shouted as he exited the locker room, and Nick
dropped down on the Bench and exhaled out a heavy breath, "Fuck, this is
going to kill me," he thought to himself.  The thoughts of Leo's ass, now a
permanent portrait in his mind, and what a thing of beauty he is.  Why did
he have to be Jen's brother.  Fuck!  Complicated does not cover this
situation.  I like Leo, and I will, at some point, not be able to hide that
fact.  shit, what if he is gay?  I can't meet Mr Right at College, it's too
soon," Nick thought.  "Fuck, he won't be gay anyway," he replied to his own
thoughts.  "Mr Right...Too Soon!!" he thought to himself exiting the gym.



To Be Continued...

Okay guys I know you like my other stuff. And I hope you like this one just
as much, well as it develops anyway. I have eventually gotten some help on
this one Thanks Jerry. My other friends and editors Darryl, (Impossible)
and Russ (Unexpected) have done sterling work for me and I am forever
grateful. As usual guys comments criticism all welcomed
davidspowart3@hotmail.com.

Dave