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So, How About We Start Fucking? - Part One

Date: 8/22/2015, Categories: Gay Male, Author: Tyde, Rating: 5, Source: LushStories

"You're gay, right? I mean some folks say you are, and I was just wondering..." Before he could say anything else, Steve stood up and bent to pick up his bag. Andy was faster and intercepted him with a firm grip on his shoulder. "Wait! Please." "Seriously? You're playing me, right? You bring me out here to accuse me of being gay? What the fuck is that? Are your wrestling buddies hiding around somewhere to beat me up?" Steve made for his bag again, but Andy's hold on his shoulder was strong enough to stop him. Steve's heart beat hard and he was getting scared, but when he look at Andy's face he thought the jock was about to cry. "Steve. Please. Hold on. I'm not going to hurt you, promise. Sit down a second will you, please?" "Fuck no! You call me gay then ask me to sit down? You gotta be shitting me!" There was so much adrenaline in Steve's veins he shook with both anger and fear. This jock was probably here to beat him up or, worse, shake him down and threaten to tell the whole school he was gay. He'd be harassed the rest of his senior year! That made him as mad as it scared him. "Whoah! I am NOT messing with you and I'm not threatening you!" Andy shouted him down with the intensity that Steve had seen him use in wrestling matches. The veins in Andy's neck were bulging. His eyes looked dry and hot. The grip on Steve's shoulder became painful, and Andy shoved him down hard onto the bench. "I am not messing with you!", he said again, quieter but with clenched teeth. "So what ... the hell are you saying?" "I..." Andy's face paled noticeably. "I, uh... There is a small rumor going around that you might be... gay." Then he rushed to say, "Don't worry about it though! Nobody is making a big deal of it. Most people don't particularly care. It's just casual talk." Steve couldn't say anything. He had worried sometimes that people thought he was that way. Since sophomore year he hadn't dated anyone at all, and he thought people might be thinking he was gay, and, apparently, they really were. He looked at his feet. His knee started jittering up and down and he had to clasp his hands together to keep them from shaking also. Andy watched him a moment then sat down beside him. "Hey, dude, I didn't want to freak you out. I... I just wanted to ask, because..." Now Andy looked down at the grass and started ringing his hands. "I wanted to ask, because I was hoping..." he paused a moment, "because I was hoping that you were." Surprise made Steve sit up and stare at Andy, who was bent over with his elbows on his knees and eyes fixed on his sneakers. "What!? Why?" Andy didn't say anything. "Dude, why would you hope I was gay?" Andy turned his head and looked at Steve. This time Steve saw that Andy actually was crying, at least his eyes were red and watery. And, suddenly, he wasn't afraid of Andy any more. Something serious was happening here, and Steve had to say something, had to answer Andy's original question. "Uhh, I... I don't know. Maybe." He paused, "Are you?" ...