A Little More of that Cheerleader

I’d love some!

Kerry the cheerleader remains one of my hottest lays ever. He was in great shape. A cheerleader but very masculine. And very hairy. He kept his upper body trimmed to about a quarter inch length so he was kind of bristly. My nipples were sore for weeks. But the thing that made bagging him even sweeter is that I stole him from my friend Richard, and I put in zero effort. Here’s what happened.

Richard and I were workout partners. At the gym we would sometimes see this really hot guy. Richard, being more social started talking to him a lot, but could never ascertain if he was gay. I suggested we just ask him, but Richard didn’t want to “scare him off”. The guy was a cheerleading coach. I was pretty sure it would take more than a couple of gays to scare him off.

“Richard,” I asked, “if he would be scared of us, why would we want to hang out with him?”

Richard was unable to see my point, but then he had a lot of issues due to Marsha, his Baptist republican gun-totin-white-momma, but that’s another story.

So one night we were going to dinner at Trudy’s with Christian, my other workout partner, and best straight male fag hag. We ran into Kerry at the gym beforehand and Richard invited him to dinner. He said yes, he’d meet us there. On the way over in the car Richard re-iterated that we were not to let on that we were cock-suckers.

So at dinner I was kind of crabby. I don’t like pretending. So we’re all eating. Richard is trying to discern if Kerry is gay without asking. I ignored both of them and talked to Christian. Suddenly my co-worker and favorite functioning alcoholic Christine comes walking up out of the blue.

“Oh my god,” she yelled, clearly intoxicated, “it’s my favorite homosexuals! Can I join you guys for some margaritas?”

Now that the fags were out of the closet, and Kerry didn’t run screaming from the table (he was a cheerleader for Christ’s sake), Richard started to put the moves on him something fierce. I knew better than to get in the way. Richard had gotten mad at me in the past for “stealing” his prey. I kept ignoring them and talked to Christine and Christian.

We decided to all go to Harry’s, Austin’s #1 gay bar. We piled into Christian’s suburban. Richard made a big effort to get in the back seat with Kerry but Christine insisted that she wanted some time to get to know Kerry and practically shoved Richard into the front seat, then placeed Kerry in the middle between us. Rubbing up against him in the car was like being on fire, but I kept ignoring him, not wanting to get in the way of Richard’s attempts.

Of course, one of the best ways to get a boy interested is to ignore him completely.

At the bar Christine sat down with a nice drink next to the dance floor and proceeded to lose the ability to stand. Christian and I started dancing. Richard took Kerry out on the back porch. Christian likes to dirty dance after a few drinks so we were bumping and grinding when Kerry popped in between us. It was hot, yes it was. When Christian took a break it got even hotter. I actually tried to put a stop to it at some point by saying something like “hey, my friend Richard’s really into you and I don’t want to get in the way.”

“But I’m not interested in him. I’m interested in you.”

The world stopped moving. We headed for my car and then my house.

Allen basically picks it up here. The sex was like the horniest wrestling match ever.

As for the people left at the bar: Christine and Christian hooked up and had sex in his suburban. As drunk as she was, Christine insisted on a condom. Good for her!

Richard didn’t talk to me for 3 weeks.

It was worth it.