A Short Gay Story

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Just a note: These are fun to write. Haha.

The match was today and Jessica promised she would come. My parents were already here and parking the car. My other best friend, Zach was here warming up with me and the rest of the team.

"You nervous?" Zach asks.

"Me? Nervous? Pshh, no."

"Yeah. Okay. I'll take that as a yes."

I look at the entrance and saw Jessica walking in and looked around. Probably looking for my parents. When she found an empty seat, she went to sit.

We walked into the weighing room and I would have never guessed he would be here. I gasped trying to calm myself.

He's shirtless. I think.

"Tarricone," someone calls out my name.

I step on the scale and watch Jacob smirk. He knew he was my size and going up against me.

I stepped off and they called his name and he stepped on the scale. Sure enough, he was in my category and I was his opponet.

"Let's go boys. Good luck out there," one of the refs said.

We all walked out and got into the uniforms.

Zach was first. He did some good skilled moves, and he won. He was one of the best on the team. Jessica was cheering really loud. A few more people, and then I was up.

I was nervous. What if I'm out there and get. . . A you-know-what? Everyone would see it and I'd be so uncomfortable.

Coach patted my back, letting me know it was my turn. I huffed, and stepped on the mat. I rubbed my hands on my uniform and got in my starting position.

The whistle blew and Jacob came at me. His face was cute and concetrated.

Wait, cute? No, no. This was not right. I like Jessica. I like girls.

I flipped him over and straddled him. If only we were alone and in a bed.

Oh my God. I just thought that. Oh God. Help me.

"Eagles," the ref calls.

I won.

He smirked and shook my hand. I felt sparks, and boy were they good sparks. It felt nice.

The match went on and we ended up winning. I begged my parents to go to Zach's, and they eventually said it was okay. Zach was changing and I was standing outside. Everyone had left except for a couple people. Then I saw him. The one I was nervous about getting a boner on.

"Hey," he smirked.

"Hi," I smiled back.

He came and stood next to me. "Good match."

"Thanks. You too."

He thanked me and it was quiet. No one moved, no one said anything, but then, Jacob leaned over and kissed me.

I gasped, which gave him entrance. It felt electrifying. It felt so good. It felt so right. I passionately kissed him back and he moaned, sending lovely vibrations to me.

He pulled away, breathing hard.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that. You're probably straight. I should've asked," he rambled on.

"I'll get your number from Jessica. I'll text you later."

He smirked and walked away. That.
smirk of his, was hot.

Now I knew, I was not heterosexual like I thought I was.