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LOVE ON THE COURT

CHAPTER 11

JOE’S PERSPECTIVE:

I got up early the next morning, took a quick shower, and went to Mass. Witt was still dead to the world when I left the house for church.

I was surprised to see Father Mac celebrating the Mass that morning instead of Fr. Maggiotti, our regular parish priest. During his homily, Father Mac explained that Fr. Maggiotti was undergoing some medical tests and was expected to be away from the parish for at least three to four weeks. During that time, Father Mac would take over the pastoral duties for our parish. I was happy to see Father Mac, but at the same time I was worried about Fr. Maggiotti. He’d had some heart problems in the past.

After Mass, Father Mac greeted the parishioners as we filed out of the church. He smiled broadly and shook my hand with both of his.

“Joe, it’s good to see you. I’ve missed our talks this summer.”

“I’ve missed them also, Father.”

“You look very good, Joe. Whatever you’ve been doing over the summer has certainly agreed with you. I’ve never seen you look happier or more relaxed.”

“Father, everything is wonderful! I can’t tell you right now, but I’ll call and fill you in on all the details.”

He smiled again and gave my shoulder a squeeze. “Maybe I don’t need ALL the details. Just a rough outline might be all I need. God bless you, Joe.”

“God bless you, Father.”

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Witt was awake by the time I got home from Mass. We had a late breakfast, read the Sunday papers, and did our laundry. That afternoon we washed and waxed Witt’s Grand Cherokee. We washed my old Horizon too, but we didn’t bother to put any wax on it since there were some parts of the body that had so much rust I was afraid that buffing out a coat of wax would push through the metal.

When we were finished with the cars, we sat on the back porch sipping tall glasses of iced tea. I brought up a subject that had been on my mind for a while...well, at least the last couple of days since we had become “intimate”.

“Witt, you told me you messed around with a couple of guys in high school. Did you ever do anything that would be...you know...dangerous?”

He looked at me with a twinkle in his eye. “Are you asking if I’ve ever fucked or been fucked?”

“Y...yes.” I felt myself blushing.

Laughing he reached over and grabbed my hand. “God, white boy, you’re so cute when you blush. The answer is ‘No.’ Trading blowjobs was as far as it went. I wasn’t ready for anal intercourse, and neither were the other guys. I did get tested for HIV between high school and college and again last summer just to be sure. I’m negative, and since you haven’t ever been with anyone but me there isn’t reason for us to worry when we’re ready to take the step I think you’re talking about.”

I leaned up against him. “Thanks. I wasn’t sure how to ask that.”

He put his arm around me. “I wasn’t ready for anal intercourse with those other guys because I didn’t love them. I may be kind of old fashioned, but I’ve always wanted my first time to be with a man I truly loved. I love you, Joe, and I’m ready any time you are.”

He stood up pulling me up by the hand. “Come on, let’s go take a shower. We’re both a little ripe.”

Our shower took a long time. We did a lot of kissing while we washed each other thoroughly. Witt slipped a soapy finger between my legs and into my anus. When he hit my prostate, I thought I was going to cum right then and there in the shower. I wanted to try taking him inside me. No, I needed to have him inside me. He removed his finger, and turned around to rinse the soap off his chest and belly. His back was toward me. I knelt down in the shower, spread the cheeks of his beautiful brown ass, and buried my tongue in his pucker.

“Jesus, Joe! That’s fantastic!”

I pulled my face away from his asshole long enough to say, “Tastes fantastic too.” Then I was back trying to put my tongue as far into his ass as I could.

After a couple of minutes of me eating his ass, Witt pulled away and stepped out of the shower. He grabbed a towel and began drying himself off as he headed toward the bedroom.

“Hurry!”

I didn’t need any more encouragement and joined him on our bed. Neither of us completely dried off from the shower. The sheets got wet, but neither of us cared.

I lay on top of him grinding our hard cocks together. We kissed and then I slowly slid down his body tasting every inch of his smooth skin until I got to his throbbing and erect penis. I swallowed his phallus and played with his balls. My finger moved past his scrotum and found his hole. It was like I’d pushed a button.

Witt moaned and spread his legs. “Joe, I want you inside me. Make love to me.”

I sat back on my haunches and asked, “Are you sure. I’ve never done this before.”

“Neither have I, but I know what I want, and if you don’t put that thing inside of me right now I’m going to have to get ugly. There’s some KY in the night stand.”

“You must have been a Boy Scout.”

“Eagle. Just get the damn KY and put it in me!”

“Yes, sir!”

We grinned at each other as I got the lubricant. I put a big glob of it on my finger and pushed it into his waiting love canal. He gasped again and then pulled his knees up toward his chest to give me even better access to his body. I squeezed another glob of KY out into my hand. My dick was so hard that my foreskin was pulled almost all the way off the head. I pulled the skin the rest of the way back and lubed my rod with the jelly.

I positioned the tip of my cock at his entrance and slowly began to push into him. “Tell me if this hurts too much, and I’ll stop.”

“It hurts a little, but I’m alright. Keep going. The idea of having you inside me has me really hot.”

I slid a little further into him. He winced in pain, and I started to pull out, but he grabbed my hips and pulled me all the way in to him. We both gasped with the intensity of the feeling as my dick settled all the way into him.

“Oh, God! Don’t move. Let me get used to you.”

“Are you alright?”

“Oh, yes! It’s just so damn big, but I love it!”

I leaned down and kissed him. As our tongues probed our mouths I felt his body relax. He hooked his long legs around my hips and pushed on my ass. I took that as my signal to move. I began to slide my dick in and out of his ass. My motions were gentle at first but then grew increasingly forceful as the heat from his loins moved through my cock and balls to the very center of my being. Total love and total lust combined in my belly as I felt my orgasm approaching.

While I was pounding into his ass, Witt was grabbing at the sheets with his hands and moving his head from side to side. His mouth was open. His breath came in short gasps that matched the rhythm of my drilling. Suddenly his back arched and his dick shot out a load of cream that landed on his chin. The sight of his orgasm, the white cum contrasting with the warm brown of his skin, and the pressure of his rectal muscles on my cock as his climax continued pushed me over the edge. I plunged into him one more time and loosed my load into the depths of his bowels.

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We slept for about an hour after our lovemaking. I woke spooned against Witt’s back. I lay as still as I could just listening to him breathe. God, I loved that man!

Witt stirred, stretched, and opened his eyes. “Hey, lover boy, what time is it?”

“Time for us to get out of bed and get some dinner.” I kissed the back of his neck. “How are you feeling?”

He turned to face me. “My hiney is a little sore, but over all I feel wonderful. Joe, I never dreamed making love would be so overpowering. Having you inside me was almost indescribable. I really felt our love connecting us even more than before.”

“It felt that way for me too, babe. You know, when we started out in the shower, it was my intention to have you fuck me.”

“Yeah, well, that was my plan too, but your talented tongue moving up my asshole changed my mind in a hurry. I could get into being your boy toy. We’ll have to try that again later, but right now I need a shower and some food. It’s hard work for a guy to be worked over by a stud like you.”

We showered, dressed in shorts and tee shirts, and wandered out to the kitchen to start dinner. I found some pork chops in the fridge. Witt started the grill while I got some vegetables and a salad together.

After dinner we cleaned up the kitchen. I washed, and he dried. When we were done, Witt put the last of the dishes away as I drained the water from the sink and cleaned off the counters.

I felt his presence behind me just before he slipped his arms around my waist. He leaned in, and kissed me on the neck sending shivers up and down my spine. I could feel his semi hard cock pressed up against my butt.

“I’m glad you waited until after the dishes were done to do that. If you’d done it earlier, I’d have dropped whatever I was holding.”

“The only thing I want you to drop right now is your pants.” With that he hooked his thumbs in the elastic band of my shorts and pulled them down to mid thigh exposing my ass. He knelt down behind me and buried his face in my ass just like I’d done to him in the shower earlier in the afternoon.

I gasped with the sudden attack. When his tongue pressed against my asshole I leaned forward over the counter pushing my ass back into his face. He continued to tongue fuck me while he brought his right hand up to cup my now erect cock and balls. I was leaking precum like crazy. He pulled my foreskin back and spread the slippery fluid around the sensitive head of my dick as his tongue moved farther into my rectum.

I moaned.

“Do you like that?”

“Oh God, Witt, that is fantastic. Let’s go to the bedroom and get naked.”

We hurried from the kitchen to the bedroom dropping articles of clothing as quickly as we could. Naked, I laid on my back in the middle of our bed and raised my legs to give him full access to my ass. He dove right in with his tongue. Soon his tongue was replaced by a precum lubed finger that moved insistently in and out of my opening. He began to lick my balls as he moved his finger in farther. He found my prostate and so much precum shot out of the end of my dick that I thought for a second that I’d climaxed.

“Witt, I need you in me NOW.”

He broke into a devilish smile. “Are you sure? Maybe I should keep going with the finger for a while.”

“I want something a lot bigger than your finger in there, sport.” I scooped some precum from off my stomach and coated his pulsing dick. I guided him to my puckered opening and pushed my ass against his sword.

“Shouldn’t I get some lube?” His tone was serious now.

“No. I want to try it this way. There ought to be enough precum on my belly to keep everything slick.” I pushed my ass against the head of his dick.

The precum was literally running out of the end of my dick at that point. Witt transferred more of it to his dick and then put his slippery fingers up to my mouth as he slowly began to ease into my body. I licked my own precum from his fingers as he slipped farther and farther into me.

I expected pain. There was some discomfort, but no pain. He progressed slowly and carefully. Too slowly for the level of my need. I twisted around throwing him sideways and then on to his back putting me on top with his rod half way up my rear end. I sat all the way down forcing him as far into me as possible before leaning forward and kissing him.

The feeling was incredible! I had enjoyed the daylights out of making love to him in the afternoon. At that time I couldn’t imagine anything feeling better than joining my body with Witt’s. Having him inside me WAS better. I saw the love in his eyes. I felt his manhood deep within me.

We began to move together. Slowly at first and then faster as our passion grew and our climaxes neared. His hard prick passed over my prostrate with every stroke. I felt my orgasm build, and I leaned down to kiss him as we continued our movements.

I shuddered and tensed as jet after jet of my semen joined the spreading pool of precum layered between our bodies. While still maintaining our kiss, Witt gave one final thrust, and I felt his dick expand within me as his seed flowed into my body.

We stayed in position with me on top and Witt’s dick buried deep in my ass for several minutes as we kissed and declared our love for one another. I felt strangely empty when his softening penis finally slipped out of my butt.

My last thought before falling asleep was, ‘Father Mac was right. He doesn’t need to hear ALL the details.’

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WITT’S PERSPECTIVE:

Joe and I spent most of our time in bed the entire week after we first made love. We mutually explored every inch of our bodies with fingers, tongues, and eyes. I loved watching his foreskin being drawn back as his penis become erect. I loved the patch of silky black hair between his pecs. I loved having my manhood inside his tight, warm ass, and I loved having him inside me. I loved lying together in bed and talking. I loved running my hands over his body, and I marveled in the beautiful contrast between our skin colors. I just plain loved being with him!

Jean-Marc and Antwon called us the next week when they returned from their visit to Jean-Marc’s family in Quebec. We invited them over for dinner the next night; we intended to tell them that Joe and I had finally become lovers, but we planned to string them along a little first.

I bought some big thick steaks that morning, and Joe prepared a great smelling marinade. The menu was steak, corn on the cob, tossed salad, and rolls with Joe’s peach cobbler for dessert. No one was going to go away hungry.

Antwon and Jean-Marc arrived about seven in the evening. Jean-Marc presented us with a case of wine from Quebec, and we opened the first bottle while the coals in the grill were getting ready. We chatted about the semester that was starting the next week, about the team’s chances for a championship that year, and laughed as we listened to Antwon’s humorous description of his impressions of Quebec. Jean-Marc and Antwon carefully avoided any discussion of their relationship, and I was beginning to suspect that they hadn’t said anything to Jean-Marc’s parents.

Finally when the last of the peach cobbler had been consumed and the last of the third bottle of wine had been poured into our glasses, Antwon moved a little closer to Jean-Marc and cleared his throat. I thought I knew what was coming and had a hard time keeping the smile off my face.

“Uh, guys,” Antwon started, “Jean-Marc and I have something we need to discuss with you.”

“What’s that?” Joe answered. I glanced over at him. His eyes were twinkling. He was having as much trouble as I was keeping a straight face.

Antwon continued, “Witt, Jean-Marc and I kind of came out of the closet to you suddenly when we busted up that fight involving Reggie. Joe’s known about our relationship since last fall when he caught us going at it in the shower after practice. He was totally cool about it. He told us it was our business but that we might want to be a little more careful in the future. When you and Joe became roommates, we kind of figured that maybe he’d told you about us.”

I smiled. “Joe never said a word, but I got the picture the night you had us over to your apartment for dinner and I saw that there was only one bed in the apartment.”

Antwon and Jean-Marc exchanged glances. “We realized after you guys left that we had left the door open to our study room and the bedroom. We were really worried for a couple of days, but then you didn’t act any different toward us so we figured it was cool.”

“Yeah, bro. It’s cool.”

Jean-Marc took over the conversation, “You guys are our best friends. We knew Joe was okay with us being gay. I can’t tell you what a relief it was that you accepted us too.”

“Actually, I have to thank you guys.”

I saw puzzled looks on their faces.

“What do you mean ‘thank us’?”

I put my arm around Joe’s shoulder and drew him close. “Well, if ole Antwon and you hadn’t blurted out the fact that you’re gay to Reggie and those assholes who were trying to beat him up, then I never would have gotten up the courage to ask Joe a couple of questions, and we would still be sleeping in separate beds.”

Silence from the other side of the table.

Antwon sat with his mouth open. Finally he pointed his finger first to me and then to Joe and raised his eyebrows in an unspoken question.

Joe laughed. “Exactly. Witt and I are just as gay as you guys and just as much in love.”

Antwon broke into a huge grin. “Holy shit! I knew there was some reason I liked you guys so much. Now I know it’s ‘cause you’re family.”

They got up and came around the table to where we were sitting. We ended up in a long group hug.

When we broke the hug Joe said, “Okay, now that Witt and I have had our fun with you guys we want to hear about your trip to Quebec. We thought you might be going to come out to your family up there. Were dying to find out about it.”

Antwon and Jean-Marc exchanged another look, then Jean-Marc responded, “That was our plan going up, but it just didn’t seem like the right time once we got up there.”

Antwon flashed one of his toothy smiles. “What Frenchy means is that his family had a hard enough time with me bein’ black. We decided to spring the ‘gay thing’ on them after they’ve gotten to know and love me. Don’t get me wrong. Jean-Marc’s family were real nice.”

“Except for my little sister, Genevieve, but then she’s thirteen and is bitchy to just about every one.”

“Yeah, she was kind of out of sorts a few times. Everyone was a little too polite at first, but I think they felt a lot more comfortable around me by the time we left. It just wasn’t the time to drop the ‘q-bomb’ on them yet.”

“Enough of this stuff,” Jean-Marc hugged us again. “Hearing that you guys are together as a couple calls for a celebration. I think there’s still some more wine. I’ll open another bottle.”

In fact we opened another two bottles that night. None of us were feeling any pain. Antwon and Jean-Marc crashed in the other bedroom, and we all nursed hangovers the next morning. The dirty dinner dishes stayed on the table until well after noon.

(To be continued)