Date: Tue, 29 Jul 2003 12:41:48 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jess Sudhir <jesssudhir@yahoo.com>
Subject: I ain't gay (interracial, highschool, athletics)

I Ain't Gay
by Jess Sudhir

Don't get me wrong.  I'm as straight as they come.  And Dylan and I were
homeboys forever without ANYTHING gay ever happening.  I mean people
sometimes thought it was messed up that I was friends with some white kid,
but that was their problem, not mine.  And it's not like I'm some Uncle Tom
either.  I mean, normally, I hate the white man as much as the next
brother.  But Dylan was different.

I kind of noticed him right away.  It was the first day of school.  I was
an eleventh grader and he was a ninth grader.  He came in looking all
little and scared and... cute.  I don't mean that in any kind of faggotty
way either.  I mean, he looked like a lost puppy dog or something.  And
I've always loved puppies.

He had real straight blond hair and very pale skin and freckles.  He looked
just like that picture of Tom Sawyer on the cover of the book they were
making us read in English.  And he looked so helpless.  I mean, it wasn't
like we didn't have any other white kids in the school.  But the others
were all white trash, and more ghetto then any of the black kids.  Dylan
wasn't street at all.  He was about to get eaten alive.  So really, I was
just stepping in to protect him.  It's not like I'm some kind of punk or
pervert and I wanted to get in his pants.  It wasn't that at all.  I was
just trying to do a good deed.

Anyway, it turned out that his mom was like this activist, and she had
decided to move to the ghetto because she was against private schools or
something like that.  Anyway, she was dating this big black dude and making
Dylan go to my school even though he'd been in private schools all his
life.

So anyway I decided to take him under my protection.  I played football and
basketball and was real popular so pretty much anything I decided was okay.

And it didn't mean nothing that I popped wood the first time I went over to
talk to him --because I stay hard just about all the time.  I always got a
hard-on, so that didn't mean nothing.  I kind of caught him staring at it
though.  I mean it was hard enough that you could really see it, even
through my jeans.  I kind of reached down and adjusted it and he looked
away real quick.  But I was just showing off a little bit.  It wasn't
anything gay.  And he wasn't gay either.  I mean it's natural when you're a
kid to check a guy out especially if he's older and bigger and his dick's
just sticking up through his pants.  And I am pretty good-looking.

But anyway back to the point.  He was real glad I was there to help him out
and we became friends pretty quickly.  I used to spend hours with him just
teaching him the right way to act and talk and everything so that he
wouldn't get messed with when I wasn't around.  It just made me feel good
to help him out like that.  I felt like I was his big brother or something.
That's kind of weird huh?  Big black me being brothers with this little
white boy.  But it felt right.

And nothing funky ever happened at all between us.  Because I ain't gay,
aiight?

I admit there's this one white kid at school --Blake.  I hate that racist
mofo.  And once, maybe twice I've jerked off while dreaming about shooting
my load down his throat.  But that's not a gay thing.  It's just kind of a
power trip.  I'm not into that asshole Blake.  I just like the thought of
forcing his racist lying mouth open and raping his throat with my black
rod.  See who you call a nigger now you fucking white bitch-ass.

Man, I hate him.  Sometimes I think about catching him behind the school,
and getting a couple of my homies to hold him down while I stick my big
black dick up his white ass.  In my fantasy he's yelling and crying and
begging me not to do it, but he really likes it.  He wants to be my bitch,
and I can tell cause his little white dick is all kinds of hard and he
shoots a load all over when I cum.

But that's just a fantasy, and it has nothing to do with my friendship with
Dylan.  And I don't ever think about stuff like that with Dylan at all.
Even though I did have a dream once.  I was in the school showers, and he
was in there too and he had a hard on and he asked me what it was and...

Well that dream was kind of gay but I ate about twenty hot dogs the night
before I dreamed it so really it's whatever they put in those things, not
me.

Anyway, that's not the point.  The point was, by the end of that year,
Dylan was the coolest white boy you ever saw, even though he was still like
this little midget boy.  Then over the summer I didn't see him much, but
when school started back up he came in and I almost didn't recognize him.
He had had a growth spurt or gone through puberty or something and gotten a
lot taller.  Plus he had put on some muscles.  He was still real skinny and
he still looked a lot younger than he was, but I had to admit, he looked
pretty good, like some white boy on TV.

We still hung out all the time and I taught him how to be pretty good at
basketball.  We both liked to watch pro wrestling on TV so we wrestled a
lot too.  That was our favorite.  I was stronger than him so I could
usually whup him, but he was scrappy.  He wouldn't go down easy.  Sometimes
we would be rolling around on the floor for an hour, each of us trying to
grab for a better hold.  Sometimes I'd be on top, and sometimes it would be
him but neither of us would give up.  Finally, by the end we'd be out of
breath and panting.  Sometimes we'd be so tired we'd just lay there for a
while.  It would really be over, but he wouldn't want to let go of me and
of course I wasn't going to give up either.

I think it was his idea that we wrestle in our underwear.  That wasn't a
gay thing.  That was just to make it more like the guys on tv.  Of course
that caused problems sometimes because we were both teenage guys and
sometime we got boners.  Really that happened most of the time when we were
wrestling, but it wasn't anything gay.  It was just all the motion and the
heat of another body and the excitement and everything.  Basically we just
pretended not to notice.  I mean sometimes he would accidentally grab my
dick or I would grab his but that was just because it was hard to see what
you were grabbing at when we were rolling around, and because our dicks
were sticking out so it was easy to grab them completely by accident.

The oil was another thing we added.  That was just to give Dylan a better
chance.  When we oiled him all up he was real slippery and it made it
easier for him to wriggle out of my grasp.  That was just for fairness.

I have to admit after we started using the oil we had a couple of
"incidents".  There was one time when he really had me when all of a sudden
he started gasping for breath and making funny noises and kind of shivering
all over.  I thought he was having some kind of asthma attack and I tried
to push him off of me but he just grabbed on all the tighter like some kind
of death grip.  Finally he let out a yell, and jumped off of me and when I
looked I saw that he had shot a load right through his underwear.

He was real embarrassed of course but I kind of laughed it off.  Sure
enough the next time we wrestled, the same thing happened to me.  I was on
top of him trying to hold him down and he kept on wiggling underneath me
and what with the oil and everything I started feeling something real good
in my underwear.  My dick was throbbing something fierce and my grip kind
of loosened and he rolled me over and he was kind of sliding up and down on
me and our dicks were rubbing up against each other through our underwear.
Part of me felt like I should stop it, but it just felt so good so I just
let it go and it felt better and better, and finally I grabbed his skinny
body and held it tight against me and we BOTH blew great gobs of cum all
over each other.

That wasn't anything gay though.  It was just something because of the way
the oil felt. Basically just a physical reaction.  I bet it happens to real
wrestlers all the time.

It's too bad the school year was almost over because adding the oil just
took things to a whole different level.  After that we always used the oil
and pretty much one or the other of us would cum each time.  That was just
part of the game though.  We just used it as part of the game.  Instead of
it being just straight wrestling, we took it to a different place and
basically whoever came first lost.

It was just to make things more fair really.  Because it used to be I could
basically win any time I wanted to, but now Dylan came up with a lot of
ways to make me lose.  Like sometimes he would kind of grind his butt into
my dick.  I mean, is that fair?  Then he started using his hand, so I
started doing that too.  Then we were even for a while.  But then one day
he licked my ear while he was grabbing my dick and I swear I shot so hard
it went right through my underwear and hit the ceiling.

After that it was always him or me licking something while stroking the
other guy through his underwear.  But I wasn't prepared to take it to the
next level like he was.

It was the night before the last day of school and I was sleeping over at
his house.  We were lying in his bed, both of us in our underwear, and I
was trying to get to sleep.  We weren't wrestling or anything, so we
weren't oiled up.  Suddenly I felt his hot hand on my dick, and I knew that
he wanted to play anyway.  So I moved my hand over to his dick.  It was so
hard it was almost bursting out of his shorts.  He gave a little gasp and
started jerking me off for real.

I wasn't about to lose like that, so I did something we had never done
before and put my hand through his fly right onto his hot meat.  He gave a
moan so loud I felt sure he would wake up his mother, and splattered cum
all over the inside of the sheet.

"Ha, beat you, mofo!" I said.  "Teach a white bitch not to mess with me."

"Shh," he said, putting a finger against my lips.  Then his head
disappeared underneath the sheet.

"What the hell?" I said.  The next thing I felt the strangest sensation.  I
ripped the sheet off, and there was Dylan resting his blond head against my
black thigh.  His tongue was sticking out and the tip of it was teasing my
rod right through my tightly stretched underwear.

"You crazy," I said.

He didn't say anything, just tasted the bit of precum oozing through the
fabric.  Then, deliberately, he lifted his blond head up and sucked an inch
of my cotton clad rod into his mouth.

"Man you ain't gonna get me!" I said.  "I already came twice when we were
wrestling"

He didn't say anything.  He just looked up at me and his eyes were
sparkling.  He just sucked my whole rod in.  It felt so strange.  I could
feel the moist heat right through my drawers.  I could feel the sensation
building up, but I was fighting it, fighting it hard.  Then, suddenly his
tongue found its way through my fly and I felt his tongue lick its way
across the bottom of my rod, all the way from the base right up to that
sensitive part right below the head.

"Holy shit!" I screamed as I grabbed his head and shot all the way down his
throat.

For a moment, everything was quiet.  Then we heard the sound of Dylan's
mom's boyfriend stomping down the hallway towards the room.

TO BE CONTINUED

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Jess