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Chapter 6 - Bryson

Chapter 6 – Bryson

For some reason, straight guys always seemed to think that gay guys were attracted to all men. Bryson would be watching the news and some segment on gay rights would come on and the newscaster would invariably show a clip of a dumb redneck spouting off about how gays shouldn’t mingle with straight people because straight people would always have to be worried about lurid sexual encounters. That was absurd. First of all, almost every gay man had been in the closet at least at some point in his life so he had extraordinary impulse control. Secondly, there were a heck of a lot of unattractive men out there. Bryson felt no attraction to, say, a fat middle-aged balding man, for example. In fact, Bryson could honestly say he had never been in a place where he was attracted to every male he saw. That was, at least, until he entered the U’s wrestling gym.

The U’s wrestlers were in the best shape of any men Bryson had ever seen. No exceptions. They looked like they were cut from iron and molded by artists. They were gorgeous and yet none were more so than David and Justin.

It must have been some higher power that brought those two together in a match. They were both beautiful and yet fantastic contrasts. David was tall and lean with closely-cropped blonde hair, an impossibly cute face, and a body to die for. Justin was shorter but more powerfully and dynamically built. His skin was flawless. It was perfectly smooth and had a beautiful tanned tone. It was so healthy that it seemed to glow over Justin's round, powerful muscles. Justin’s dark hair curled with sweat over his forehead. The way the boys’ singlets clung their bodies made Bryson want to cry. It was almost too much. He watched David and Justin rolling around on the mat, grabbing each other in forbidden places and rubbing up against each other and in so many ways looking like two lovers going at it. Bryson didn’t know how somebody could be against gay people and be for wrestling. This most homoerotic thing he’d ever seen and that was coming from someone who had made out with a guy before.

As a fellow athlete, Bryson could also appreciate the fantastic athleticism on the display before him. Justin and David were phenomenal. They both moved so fast their bodies were almost a blur. Bryson didn’t dare blink for fear that he would miss a moment of it.

Practice went on for over an hour. Bryson was heartbroken when the coach finally blew his whistle and the guys all broke up. The other wrestlers on the squad headed for the locker room. Bryson started to get up from his spot in the stands but then he saw Justin put a hand on David's shoulder.

“Come on, man,” Justin said loudly. Now that the gym was quickly emptying out the sound of his voice echoed to where Bryson was sitting. “Let’s wrestle a bit longer.”

“Aren’t you exhausted?” David asked in surprise. “I’m dead.”

“That’s the best time to wrestle,” Justin said. “Trust me. If you wrestle while you’re dead tired your body will get used to it and then when you get into the same situation in a match you’ll be able to keep going while your opponent dies. That’s how I took a top place finish at the NCAA tournament last year.”

“I don’t want to make Bryson wait too long for me,” David said. Bryson could hear his voice wavering. David was exceptionally competitive in the idea of practicing while everyone else rested clearly appealed to him.

“Don’t worry about me,” Bryson called out. “I’m fine for little while longer. Go ahead.”

The boys went back to wrestling. If anything, the action intensified. Justin seemed to want to leave no stone unturned in his attempt to conquer David. He twisted David into every hold he could, clearly weakening the taller boy. David resisted exceptionally well but Justin’s stamina was endless. They went on for another 20 minutes before David finally gave up.