Date: Fri, 19 May 2006 07:23:08 -0700 (PDT)
From: k d <dk2891@yahoo.com>
Subject: An Awesome Mistake

Disclaimer: None of the characters in this story are
real, they are but figments of my imagination.

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An Awesome Mistake
m/m/m, High School, Athletics

Everybody is closeted at some point.  I mean, almost
nobody runs out to the world and announces that
they're gay the second they realize it.  You know, it
takes time to figure it out or, at the very least,
figure out how you're going to tell friends, family,
and aquaintances that you like to suck cock - though
chances are it won't be with that kind of colorful
language.  Then there are those of us that don't get
the chance to tell everyone that they're gay, it just
happens for one reason or another.  I felt bad for
those people, cause I was a control freak.  I knew I
was gay and knew exactly how I wanted to let everybody
know - but that kind of went away when I became one of
the people who didn't get that chance.

I'd known that I was gay since I was a freshman.  I
went to school at a small, East Texas high school
where nobody else was out of the closet.  Thanks to
the internet, however, I'd had a couple boyfriends
once I was old enough to drive.  We'd meet in Dallas
or Paris, depending on which was closer and... well,
you know what's on the mind of every sixteen or
seventeen year old.  We got down to the sex pretty
quickly and, as you might imagine, we took to it.
Despite this kind of secret life I led, I was
confident in my school life.  The school was only 1A,
which is the smallest designation in Texas, so it
wasn't hard to rise to the top.  I wasn't top of my
class, but I was in the top ten.  I was a starter on
our six-man football team, President of the Student
Council, Honor Society, and was the announcer for all
of the home basketball games.  Alot of people didn't
like the fact that our school was so small, but I
loved it - it gave me the chance to excel in a lot of
different ways that would be closed in a bigger
school.  With a hand in everything, I was very popular
and it didn't hurt that I was, arguably, the cutest
guy in the 11th grade.  I'm not tall, only standing
around 5'8" or so, but I've got a nice, lean build and
clear blue eyes to go with my short, dark brown hair.
My various girlfriends always said that I had a really
cute face too - which was clean-shaven, except for
just a little dark stubble that I left unshaven over
my chin.

All of my popularity changed though, the day after I
was thrust out of the closet.  I had planned, once I
moved off to college, to come out to my parents and my
friends.  I didn't want to ruin high school or piss my
parents off - so I wanted to be out of the house and
out of school.  My plans changed in early January of
my junior year.  We had just come back from Christmas
vacation and I was announcing for our varsity
basketball team.  I didn't play basketball, just was
never good at it, but I enjoyed the sport and liked
participating any way that I could.  Plus, who could
turn down a chance to watch some of the hotter guys in
my school running up and down the court in sweaty
jerseys?

By the time the game was over, our boys had won.  When
they won, I always stuck around for a little bit
longer to congratulate the guys, afterall I was
friends with a lot of them from football and also just
from the fact that we were all in a very small school.
 I kissed my girlfriend goodnight when she left the
game with her brothers and sisters, and just hung
around the gym.  We were shooting the shit and one by
one, the guys left.  Some showered, some didn't - most
were five minutes away from home at longest.  There
were only a few guys left and I was left chatting with
this really cute black dude, one of the stars of the
team.  He was tall, probably around 6'2" or so and
very lean.  I was being kind of careless, I guess I
was just used to nobody catching me - so I just kinda
looked him up and down while we were chatting.  He
caught it though, and didn't hide that he'd caught me.

Grinning wide, Jaret asked, "What are you looking at,
man?"

I flushed, "Oh, nothing."

Reaching down, he grabbed his crotch through the nylon
basketball shorts he was wearing, "You calling this
'nothing'?"  He didn't wait for me to answer, "Stick
around Chris, come find me in the locker room after
everybody else leaves."  With that he walked off the
court and into the locker room, leaving me standing
there shocked.  I knew it was a bad idea, but I almost
couldn't resist.  Being a gay highschooler, I had no
business fucking around with my buddies, cause
realistically I knew it wouldn't stay a secret that
long - but I'd broken up with my last boyfriend about
a month ago and desperately believed that if I went
more than a month without sex I might die.  So, what
did I do?  I stayed.

I just fucked around for about ten minutes, waiting
mostly to see dudes leaving the locker room.  I went
around the equipment locker and pretended to be
putting it in order, though for the most part nobody
even noticed.  The gym didn't close on weekends and
since this was a Friday night, nobody was going to
throw us out.  The city owned half of the gymnasium
and they just kept it open on the weekends like a sort
of community center, kind of.  If you were a resident,
you could use it whenever you wanted.  After that ten
minutes had passed, I'd seen three or four guys leave
and thought it was safe to head into the locker room.
I pulled the door open and was immediately hit with
the post-game scent of sweaty teens, but more
importantly it was quiet - meaning almost everybody
was gone.

Everybody except one, Jaret.  "Hey man," he grinned,
sitting on a bench near a row of lockers.

"Hey," I answered weakly, stepping closer to him.

He stood up, not saying anything else and moved into
one of the shower stalls and drew the curtain.  I was
nervous as hell, but followed him in, anyway.  We were
very close at this point and both fully dressed,
assuming you call a basketball uniform fully dressed.
I was still wearing a green polo shirt and a tight
pair of jeans.  We just kinda stared at each other for
a second, so I moved in to kiss him - but he stopped
me, "Uh uh.  I don't kiss dudes - this is all about
me.  You know what to do."

Well fuck.  He wasn't gay, so I'd already
misinterpreted one situation.  "On your knees, man,"
he said quietly, though he was still grinning.

Dutifully, I dropped to my knees - I still wanted to
have sex, even if he wasn't gay.  Carefully, I stuck
my fingers into the elastic of his waistband and
pulled his basketball shorts down.  He yanked his
jersey off of his torso, leaving him naked save for
his sweaty jockstrap, which appeared to be barely
constraining his teen meat.  I pressed my face into
his crotch, inhaling the musky aroma of sweat as my
eyes darted upwards to drink in his smooth, bare
chest.  Despite his cocky grin, his chest was heaving
pretty heavily - suggesting that he was as nervous as
I was.  Probably never had his cock sucked by another
guy.  Tired of nuzzling the pouch, I stripped his
jockstrap off, freeing around six inches of semi-hard
meat.

"Oh yeah," he moaned, "stick my black meat in your
mouth."

I parted my lips, as I'd done a dozen times before
with my boyfriends, and sucked his hardening prick
into my mouth.  He groaned as he finally slipped into
me and I sucked gently on him, focusing on the head at
first but sliding down to his sparsely haired groin as
he plumped up to his full nine-inches.  I reached
around and grabbed his asscheeks and used my grip on
them to fuck my face onto this cock.  I easily
deepthroated his length, which he enjoyed greatly,
earning loud grunts every time my nose would bury
itself in his short, curly pubes.  "Oh, fuck yes!" he
groaned, as I blew him expertly.

As I slid down again, I tightened the ring of my lips
that encased his throbbing cock and sucked harder,
undoubtedly crossing his eyes in pleasure.  He let out
another series of curse words and even a few insults,
though I was too into blowing this dude to care.  I
pulled off of his dick and quickly dropped down to his
heavy balls, running my slick tongue all over his
baby-makers.  "Yeah, eat my nuts, fag," he grunted,
finally bringing his hands to the back of my head.
Doing as I was told, I played with his nuts for all I
was worth - licking them, sucking them into my mouth,
and even biting them gently, all while my black
stallion groaned and squirmed above me.

Figuring it was time to get back to the main course, I
plunged back over the sensitive tip of his cock,
sucking the head fiercely.  As I pressed back down
onto Jaret's thick cock, he cried out in pleasure and,
almost simultaneously, the curtain to the shower stall
slid open forcefully.  I pulled off of Jaret to see
his buddy Ricky, also a basketball player, standing at
the curtain.  "Holy shit!" he exclaimed, "You were
right, man - he is a fag!"

"Told ya," grinned Jaret, unashamed of his cock
throbbing out in front of him.

I was already flushed and sweating from the heat we'd
built up in the little shower stall, but I managed to
get a little redder yet.  Jaret had apparently told
his buddy that I'd be blowing him - whether Ricky had
come back in and I'd just failed to notice it, or he'd
been hiding in the locker room this whole time, I
never found out.  Ricky was built a little like Jaret,
except that he was white.  He had black hair done up
in wild spikes, a cute face, and a tight, lean body.
He was still wearing his basketball uniform.  "I'm not
ga--," I tried to stammer out, but Ricky interrupted.

"Aw, fuck man - I don't give a shit, just suck my
cock."  I shifted over on my knees, which were really
starting to hurt at this point, and quickly pulled
down his shorts and jock, leaving his seven and a half
hard inches, bobbing in the cool air of the locker
room.  I noticed immediately too, that Ricky was
smaller than Jaret, but he was hairier too - with a
thick patch of dark pubes crowning his cock.  As I
admired his cock, a pearl of precum appeared at the
slit as he anticipated his coming blowjob - my tongue
darted out quickly and scooped up the clear fluid.
That was, as they say, that.  Once my tongue touched
Ricky's hard cock, I went for him all the way.  I
plunged up and down his cock, enjoying the smell of
his sweaty pubes as a deepthroated his smaller prick.

I went to town on his cock for probably a good five
minutes before Jaret finally pulled me off of him.
"Let's get out of this fucking shower."

I was ecstatic to finally get up off my knees and free
my cock from the tight confines of my jeans and
underwear.  When I looked up, both boys were sitting
on a bench, leaning up against some lockers, still
completely naked with their erections jutting up
proudly from their crotches.  Ricky was the first to
speak, "Come on over, Chris."  I yanked my sweaty polo
off and stepped over to where they were.  Ricky
winked, "Work us over, man - no reason for this shit
to end quickly."

I leaned over him and prepared to put his cock back
into my mouth, but he stopped me, "No, man!  Work us
over, like our whole body - worship our fucking bodies
like the fag you are."  Again, I was embarassed, but I
think they just wanted to see what I'd do.  At this
point, why the fuck should I disappoint?  I leaned
over Ricky's body and licked over his neck, sucking
lightly at this adam's apple before dropping down and
swabbing my tongue over his nicely defined chest.  I
locked onto one of his dime-sized nipples and sucked
hard, bringing a loud groan from his throat.  I slid
over just a little further though and started tonguing
his thick bicep, washing my tongue over the taut
muscle.  He grinned, though he didn't say anything and
lifted his arm, flexing the muscle fully for me.  I
licked all over it, before dropping down into the
hairy recess of his sweaty pit.  "Aw fuck, Jaret, this
nasty queer's gonna eat out my pits!"  He made no move
to stop me though and, instead, moved his hand behind
his head, giving me full access to his pit.  To me the
thick hair, curled with sweat was hot as hell and I
dove in completely, sucking noisily at his pit while
he groaned.  I slid across his body to the other side
and did the same, enjoying the musky scent and taste
of Ricky's sweaty teen pits.  He obviously enjoyed the
treatment, but Jaret had gone without anything for a
while now - so I slid over to him and licked across
his chest.

Jaret had an idea, though, "Eat out my ass, man - you
guys like that, right?"

I didn't answer, I just dropped down low and spread
his legs wide.  My tongue dove beneath his balls,
hunting for his lightly haired asshole.  "Shit, he's
going to do it man!" Jaret exclaimed, just as my
tongue hit his hole.  I pulled him slightly forward to
ensure better access and thrust my tongue against his
tight ass.  "Oh Christ!" he yelped, screwing his eyes
shut, "He's fucking eating my ass, Ricky!"  He gripped
the bench tightly as a munched on his asshole, feeling
it tighten and loosen beneath my oral assault.

Ricky looked excited, "That shit feels good?"

Jaret opened his eyes briefly, "It's fucking amazing!"

I continued to work on his ass for probably a solid
five or ten minutes - time was passing quickly, while
Ricky pulled on his own cock.  "Oh, shit man - give
Ricky a shot of that."  Obediently, I slid over,
spreading Ricky's legs and diving into his ass without
hesitation.  "That's some good action, ain't it?"

Ricky just groaned as I worked his ass over.  I was
amazed that I'd worked both boys up to such a frenzy
and neither of them had blown, but that was rapidly
coming to an end.  Jaret was clearly ready for the
climax as he got behind me.  I was already on all
fours, eating out Ricky's ass from the floor, so Jaret
spit on his hand and lubed up his prick.  I liked
getting fucked, but it had been quite a while - so I
braced for impact.  Jaret pressed his thick cockhead
against my tight asshole and pushed hard, until he
popped in.  I felt that first sear of pain as he eased
his way into me, but forced myself back onto Ricky's
ass to distract myself from the pain.  Jaret muttered,
"Oh man, this fag's got a tight ass.  I won't last
long."  Pretty soon, the black stud got all the way in
and started working his way in and out, finally giving
my prostate the stimulation I loved.

Ricky pushed me off of his ass, "Finish me off Chris,
fuckin' suck my cock."  I willingly accepted his slick
cock back into my mouth as Jaret fucked me harder from
behind.  I tightened my lips and rode over Ricky hard,
hoping to bring him off quickly with Jaret.  With only
one hand propping me up, I jerked my own hard cock in
pace with Jaret's thrusts.  Sweat was rolling down his
smooth body now and I felt some of drop onto my back
as he leaned over me with every thrust.

"Fuck yes," Ricky cried, "I'm gonna blow!"  The hot
teen grabbed my head with both hands and pushed me as
deep as he could into this sweaty pubes as his nuts
contracted and shot their seed deep into my throat.  I
swallowed as much as I could, but a little cum still
slipped out of my mouth and onto Ricky's balls and
pubes.

That did it for me too as I felt my load loose itself
all over the concrete floor of the locker room.  As
the pleasure cascaded over my body, I tightened my ass
around Jaret's driving dick.  "Oh, that's it," he
groaned, still pistoning in and out of my ass, "I'm
gonna give you my spunk, bitch.  You want it?"

I pulled off of Ricky's softening cock, "Fuck yes!"

With an animalistic grunt, he pressed deep into my
teen ass and unloaded his seed into me.  I don't know
how many spurts of cum he deposited into me, but it
felt like he kept shooting for an eternity.  "Oh
fuck," I moaned, as we started to unwind, "that was so
hot."

Jaret pulled himself out of me with popping sound,
"Sure as hell was - good for you, Ricky?"

Ricky put his hands behind his head again and just
gave a satisfied smile, "I never would've figured you
for a fag man, but you're fucking awesome in the
sack."

I grinned as I soaked in the aura of my two buddies,
who then went on about congratulating themselves on
performance and other things.  It was stupid, I know,
but I thought everything would be the same after that.
 Things took exactly one day to go to shit.  We'd left
the gym that night and I went straight home for bed,
after jacking off twice more thinking of how crazy I'd
gotten with my two studs.  My mother woke me up early
the next day cause a "friend" was there to see me.  I
got dressed only to find another basketball player,
Michael there to see me.  We weren't really friends -
but needless to say he wanted to get "closer" and we
did... but I still didn't see the writing on the wall.
 Jaret and Ricky weren't my friends anymore, I was
just a tool for them and their friends.  When I got to
school on Monday, everybody was staring at me -
literally everybody, teachers and students alike.  I
never got beat up or anything, but highschool wasn't
the same.  I was the fag in a small, rural school.
So, yeah, looking back - it was a mistake... but it
was a fucking awesome mistake.

Thanks for reading!
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