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My Best Friend is Gay

by Victor Thomas

Chapter 1

Author's Note: This story is a little different than my previous stories. It's told from the point of view of a straight boy who finds out that his best friend is gay. I hope everyone enjoys the story.

August 2020

"I'm going to tap that," I said.

"No way," my best friend Spencer said. "She's Tim Hubble's girlfriend. He will mess you up."

"He's a sophomore," I said. "I'm a senior."

"He is also all muscle and could probably punch out a truck," he said.

"I see your point," I said. "How did she become his girlfriend so fast? School just started."

"They began dating this summer," he said. "You're out of touch, Philip. What would you do if I wasn't around to prevent you from pulling dumbass stunts?"

"Spencer, need I remind you that you're usually involved in my dumbass stunts?" I told him. "You are my sidekick."

"No way!" he said. "I am not your sidekick! That would make me Robin to your Batman."

"It works for me," I said, grinning.

"Sure, you get to be Batman. Robin is a dweeb." I shot him a smirk and began to speak, but he cut me off. "Don't say it or I'll kick you in the nuts."

"Okay, you're not my sidekick, and you're not Robin, but you also aren't the player I am," I said.

"No one is as big a player as you, Philip," he said. "Half the girls in CHS won't even talk to you."

"It's their loss," I said, grabbing my crotch for a moment.

"Not all girls like being treated like sex objects," he said.

"Oh, they do and they see me as a sex object, or is that sex god?" I said. "Get them alone and they are all over the love shaft."

"Then why won't half the girls in school talk to you?" he asked.

"Hey, you said it, not me," I said. "There isn't a girl in this school I can't seduce."

"Except Tim's girlfriend," he shot back.

"Oh, I could seduce her, but doing so would be hazardous to my health. I never mess with another guy's girl unless I'm sure I can get away with it."

"I aspire to be you," he said with a grin.

"It is a noble aspiration, but you do okay," I said.

"I learned from the master," he laughed.

"It's a pity, but I don't have time to tap any of them right now," I said. "Come on. If we're late for practice, Coach will be up our asses."

We headed straight for the football field and then into the locker room, where boys from various sports teams were stripping and changing into their uniforms. I loved the locker room and being near my teammates. Don't get the idea that I'm a homo. My teammates don't excite me like they probably do the Duley brothers. I like being around other jocks because they are as into football as me. Girls get me hard and hot, but I enjoy the male only domain of the locker room. In here, we're all about sports and masculine pursuits.

I sometimes wondered about the Duley brothers. Shawn and Steve were both homos. There are rumors that they fuck each other. At first, I believed it since they are both into guys, but then I got to thinking. I'm into girls, but I don't fuck my sisters and don't have the least desire to fuck them. I'm smoking hot, but even so, the thought of sex with me would probably make my sisters ill. With that in mind, it seemed unlikely that Shawn and Steve were getting it on, but who knew with homos. I did not understand them at all. How could they not like girls? It was crazy!

Shawn walked past me, pulling on a shirt. Damn, he was built! I looked fine, but not that good. I was glad he was gay because I couldn't compete with a guy who looked like that. I wished he wasn't a football player because he was incredible on the field. He already had the quarterback position wrapped up. If he wasn't around, I would've had a shot at it, but then, receivers got more glory. We did most of the scoring, and girls ate that shit up.

"I love practice," I said a few minutes later as I jogged toward the field with Spencer and a few others.

"You are a sicko," Spencer said.

"Come on, don't you love running until you can't run anymore?" I said.

"Hell no!"



"Ha! I haven't been a virgin since I was fourteen," I said.

"I've never been a pussy. Who kept running even after he hurled last year? Huh? That was me," he said.

"Okay, I withdraw the pussy comment."

"I withdraw the virgin comment."

"Damn straight."

I truly loved running. I wasn't merely talking bullshit to impress other guys. I never expended effort to impress guys. What did it matter? Girls were a different story. They mattered very much.

Some of my teammates began to breath harder. I smiled. I was only getting started. The more laps we ran, the harder my teammates breathed. I began breathing harder too, but not as much as the others, except for the Duley brothers. What is it about homos? The Duley brothers ran as if they truly could keep running forever. I remembered Marty Doan too. He was the quarterback my freshman year, and god damn, he was a stud. The moment I saw him naked, my fondest wish was to look exactly like him. He was so much better on the field than everyone else it wasn't even funny. I wanted to be him, except for the homo thing. I'd never heard that homos were supposed to excel at sports. They were supposed to be sissies, but the ones I knew sure as hell weren't.

I caught a glimpse of a blond babe as I ran past the bleachers. Perhaps it was because I only caught a glimpse, but she was gorgeous. All girls were hot at a distance, up close, not so much, except for a few.

The mere sight of a girl and the thoughts that sight inspired caused my dick to harden as we ran around the track. My jock helped contain it. If I weren't wearing a jock, I would have had a huge bulge showing. I have a big bulge anyway. What can I say? I was lucky in the genetics lottery and girls loved it.

I searched out the blond as I neared the bleachers again. I spotter her and stared. She was gorgeous! She had a beautiful face and big tits I wanted to grope.


I hit the track and skidded. One of my teammates accidently kicked me as he nearly tripped over me. Oww! I hurried to pull myself up.

Shit! The gorgeous babe saw me trip over my own feet and so did the two girls with her. They were laughing, the girls with her that is. The gorgeous blond didn't laugh. Instead, she looked away as if to spare me the embarrassment.

I took off again, running through the pain of my scraped knees and the ache in my ribs where I'd been kicked. I half ran, half limped.

Less than a minute later, Coach Barrett pulled me out and sent me to the locker room, for some minor first aid with the student teacher who was helping with the team. I heard a couple of guys laugh as I left and I figured they were laughing at me. I didn't even look toward the bleachers as we walked toward the field house.

"That was smooth," I said.

"I'm sure the other guys will forget about it in no time," Kyle said.

"I don't care about that. It's the girls in the bleachers I'm worried about."


"It's hard to impress girls by falling on your face."

"They'll forget about it, too."

"Perhaps after I score a touchdown. Did you see that blond? I've got to tap that."

"Sorry, I don't notice high school girls."

"Liar. You know you'd pop her if you had the chance."

"That would be a felony. I'm only a student teacher, but I am a teacher."

"Wow, it sucks to be you."

"There are other things in life besides high school girls."

"What planet are you from?"

Kyle laughed and we entered the locker room. He led me to a padded table at the side of the room. I hopped up. He carefully cleaned the scrapes with shit that stung and then taped gauze over my knees.

"You know that tape is going to hurt like a motherfucker when I pull it off," I said.

"I'm sadistic," he said. "Besides, it's your fault. If you didn't have hairy legs, there would be no pain. You could also have kept your eyes off the girls."

"No way!" I said. "I cannot keep my eyes off girls. They are my reason for living."

He laughed. I grinned.

"Any other injuries?" he asked.

"No," I lied.

My side hurt a little, but it was nothing. I wanted to get back to practice and if I mentioned it, he would feel obligated to check it out.

"Okay," he said. "Hop down. How does that feel?"

"Great," I said.

"Okay, let's head back," he said.

"Do you get many girls at college?" I asked.

"No comment."

"Come on," I said. I bet you bang lots of babes."

"Sorry," he said. "I can't talk about that sort of thing with you. Teacher, remember?"

"We're alone. No one will know."

"Sorry, no can do," he told me.

"Damn," I said. "I can't wait to get to college. I'm gonna tap so many babes I may not even have time for classes."

"You'd better make time for classes," he said. "Girls are not a career."

"I could make them a career," I said. "I could be a male escort. I'm hot enough, don't you think?"

"I'm not touching that topic."

"It must suck to be a teacher," I said. "Do you get to have any fun?"

"Yes," he said, "but it does not involve students."

"Man, if I was you, I'd bang every high school girl I could," I said.

"Then you'd better not go into teaching unless you enjoy prison," he said.

"I'm crossing teaching off my list right now," I said.

Kyle laughed and shook his head.

We arrived back at the field where some of the guys were working with tackling dummies and others with passing.

"Slacker, slacker," Spencer coughed into his fist.

I punched him in the arm.


I checked the bleachers. The hottie was still there, but all three girls were focused on a book. I had to get to know her, but thanks to my temporary clumsiness, I would have to wait. I sighed. I hated waiting. I was a huge fan of instant gratification, especially sexual gratification.

I ran out onto the field and joined those who were practicing passing and receiving. I wasn't the best at passing, but I was the best at receiving. That worked out perfectly because it was doubtful I'd ever pass a ball in a game, but it was a rare quarter when I didn't receive.

My knees stung a little and my side gave me some trouble, but I was tough. I sucked it up and went on. The slight pain was more of an annoyance than anything. It didn't even rate an aspirin.

I loved the football field. This was my world. I felt like a god here. True, I was not the top dog, but I was close enough. This field and what I did on it is what got me girls. Once, I'd even hooked up with a girl on the field, right near the thirty-yard line. That was a good night. I wanted to be buried here when I die.

I took stock of my teammates as we stripped naked after practice and headed for the showers. The Duley brothers were better built and hotter than me, but they didn't count since they were homos and not competitors for girls. Kevin Braxton had me beat hands down. His broad shoulders and muscular chest tapered down in a perfect V shape to his defined abs and slim waist. Worse still, he was blond, had blue eyes, and was amazingly handsome. He was also incredible on the field as a lineman. Maybe I'd get lucky and he'd move.

Tim Hubble was also hotter and better built than me, despite being a lowly sophomore, which kind of made me hate him. He was competition, but luckily a lot of junior and senior girls would not hook up with a sophomore. Then again, some of them probably did on the down low. Girls were just as horny as guys, and believe me, we are horny all the time. Tim had a girlfriend so that took him out of the game for a while, unless he cheated. That's one thing I would not do if I had a girlfriend. I would not cheat on her. I had no problem with hooking up with girls who had boyfriends, but I would not cheat if I had a girlfriend. I didn't want a girlfriend anyway. Why settle for one babe when I could have several? I liked variety.

Cody Atkins was better built and hotter than me, too. He was another junior. The fucker drove a Camaro, which made him major competition. Girls loved nice cars. Owning a Camaro or a Corvette was a sure guarantee of pussy. My car is a Pontiac Grand Prix, which gets me some girls, but it's lower on the cool scale than a Camaro or a Corvette. Mine is also five years old and in good, but not great condition. At least it's blue and has a roomy backseat. The backseat is something the Corvette does not offer. Cody had me beat physically and in the car department, but I evened the score with him over the summer. I smiled to myself thinking about banging his mom. Yeah, that's right. You read that right. I tapped Cody Atkins' mom and more than once too. MILF's were so hot and talk about horny.

I continued surveying the football players in the showers, but carefully because I didn't want any of them to think I was checking them out. Well, I was checking them out, but not because I wanted them.

I mentally nodded with satisfaction as I soaped up. There were about four other guys that some girls might think were hotter than me, but that was about it. I was definitely near the top of the hotness hierarchy. I would have preferred to be number one, but I was fairly content with what I had. I was working on improving my body and someday I would have an amazing car.

I rinsed off and headed back to the locker room. In no time at all, I was dressed and ready to head out. Spencer joined me and we walked toward the parking lot.

"Who was that fine blond in the bleachers?" I asked as we walked toward my car.

"I think her name is Travis," he said.

"Not a guy, dumb ass."

"Oh, I thought you were going gay," he said, laughing.

He could be a true smart ass sometimes.

"Uh, no!"

He laughed again.

"You mean Rebecca Braxton?" he asked.

"Kevin's little sister?" I asked.

"She's not so little anymore," he said. "Did you check out her tits? Oh wait, that's why you tripped over your own feet."

He laughed again.

"Actually, I was checking her out when I fell," I said. "You know how girls distract me. Man, she's fine. She's a junior, right? How did I miss tapping her last year?"

I know you do your best, but you can't get around to fucking all the girls," he said. "I'm glad, or there would be none left for me."

"You can always have sloppy seconds," I retorted.

"You're so gracious," he said.

"Aren't I?" I said. "Mmm, I need me some of that."

"You better not let Kevin hear you say that. He will kick your ass."

"Yeah," I said. "I have to work out more. I need to become the alpha male."

"This is our senior year," he said. "I'm not sure you have time for that."

I hopped up on the hood of my car and he leaned against his.

"Yeah. Well, what Kevin doesn't know won't hurt me. What do you think Cody would do if he knew I fucked his mom?"

He laughed.

"If anyone else claimed they nailed a MILF, I would say they were full of shit."

"Hey, you know I did," I said.

"Yeah, but I felt like a perv for watching, even for a few moments," he said.

"A few moments my ass," I said. "I bet you were glued to that window and jerked to it." He didn't speak and it was my turn to laugh. "You did, didn't you?"

"Hey, you're the one who wanted me to watch?"

"Only so I could have at least one witness," I told him.

"I think you're an exhibitionist," he said.

"You could be right," I said.

"How many times did you do her?" he asked.

"Four," I said, "but then her conscience got to her. I shouldn't be doing this. You're so young and you know my son. We can't continue. Why do females have to have a conscience? I would have gladly kept hooking up with her forever."

"Yeah," he said. "They should have those removed. It's a good thing you don't have one."

"Oh, I have one, but I would like to have it taken out."

"You have a conscience?" he asked.

"Yes," I replied. "I would never force a girl, blackmail a girl, or fuck a girl who was passed out."

"You're practically a saint!"

"Shut up," I said. "I will also never fuck one that is drunk, a little tipsy, okay, but not full on drunk."

"Yeah, that would be… not good."

"Didn't I take that dumb bitch Jacqueline home from that party this summer when she was drunk and those guys were going to gang bang her?"

"Yeah, you didn't earn any points with them for that," he said.

"Exactly," I said. "Not only did I not take advantage, but I protected her for nothing."

"She didn't give it up to you later?"

"No," I said. "I didn't get so much as a hand job for putting myself in severe danger of an ass kicking."

"Ungrateful bitch!"

"Yeah," I said, "but the point is, there are things I won't do."

"I think you should be promoted to Saint. Saint Philip."

"Saint? Yeah, right!"

"True," he said. "You are no Saint. Well, I need to head out."

"See you tomorrow, Spencer."

"See you," he said. "Try not to rub it raw stroking to fantasies about Rebecca."

He laughed, got into his car and left.

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