The only thing worse than growing up gay in a small conservative Midwestern town is growing up gay and playing sports in a small Midwestern town. I'm Patrick and I've known since I was about one that I really liked guys. In the locker rooms I ogled the guys and wondered about the size of their dicks. At nite, I'd jack off to their faces in my mind and wondered if they would ever let me sleep with them. My sports first love is football. All through junior high and now high school I've been the football team center. Quick, wiry, strong, were attributes, which got me the job. My only concern has been Josh the quarterback. I imagine you see the problem already. Josh is my best friend, tall, handsome, strong, and a Greek god. I've been infatuated with him since we became best friends. We actually live next door to each other so we are together all the time. Now that we're seniors and 18 we both have been looking forward to this football season and going on later to college. However, last year and this year Josh has been the one putting those beautiful hands next to my ass and wanting the football. I’d gladly give him my other two even if he didn't ask for them. Actually, I’ve dedicated myself to Josh. I would be his suck and fuck slave if he would just ask. However, Josh doesn't even know my feelings for him. As best friends that is a door I've never opened.

We had a great football season. We didn't make it to state but we won our league and substate and this stumbled after that. However, what great memories. Even now I can still see Josh in that jockstrap on our last time in the locker room. Since neither of us played basketball I guess I'd have to wait till track season to get another great picture of him in the locker room.

However, mid winter things happened that changed our relationship forever. As I have said before we are next-door neighbors and share a common back yard with no fence. Usually in summer we trade off on mowing the lawn for our folks. One night while lying in bed, I kept hearing a thumping noise outside my window and went out to investigate. A trashcan lid was blown by the wind up against the house. I quickly put it back on the trashcan and headed inside. I noticed a light on in Josh's shed and thought I'd turn it off. I approached the door and noticed movement so I used a lot of caution and looked in the side window.

"Shit!!!" I said under my breath. There was Josh, naked, holding and sniffing a jock strap and watching one of our previous football games. With the other hand he had a 7-inch hard on, dripping precum and wanking for all he was worth. My eyes were glued to the window and it seemed to me that when the video focused on me hiking the ball to Josh he wanked even harder.

My moment of truth had arrived!!! I stripped out of my briefs and quickly opened the door. Stunned, Josh didn't know what to do and finally stammered "Patrick, what are you doing here? Please don't tell anyone, please, please!!!”

I grinned and moved over to