Jake Brown sat on the sofa in the living room of his one bedroom apartment. He only had one thing on his mind. He was young, he was gay, and he didn't have a boyfriend. He was a sexy street racer and a racing champion in his own right. He belonged to the Black Sevens and the worst part is, he had a huge crush on Greg House, the co-captain of the team. But, Greg was straight and had a beautiful girlfriend. Deep down Jake knew he didn't have it in his heart to act on his feelings. He loved Lisa too much.

As his thoughts continued to focus on Greg, he slowly drifted off to sleep. He was awoken by a sudden bang on the front door. He slowly got up and walked over to open the door. Jake was shocked when he saw who was standing on the other side of the door. Greg stood there looking sexy as ever. After a long 10 seconds of staring at each other, Greg said the one sentence Jake had only heard in his imagination.

"I dumped Lisa because I'm in love with you." said Greg.

"Oh, Greg!" shouted Jake.

Jake threw himself on Greg kissing him hard, grabbing his face out of fear that he'll break off. Greg slammed the door shut with his foot and roughly pushed Jake against the wall. Jake raked his fingers through Greg's hair as Greg unbuttoned his shirt. Jake returned the favor by literally ripping Greg's t-shirt open and throwing it to the side. Greg slipped Jake's shirt over his shoulders and tossed it to the floor. Jake unbuttoned Greg's pants and stroked his member. Now hard as a rock, Greg cupped Jake's balls through his tight jeans. Their soaked skin slid against each other as Greg flicked his tongue across Jake's swollen lips. Greg took hold of Jake's ass and hoisted him up so Jake's legs wrapped around his waist. Greg carried him over to the couch their tongues fighting for dominance the whole way there. Greg dropped Jake and pushed him over the arm of the couch. Jake moaned loudly as Greg yanked his pants down to his ankles revealing his cute little ass. Greg shoved his own pants down and threw them on the coffee table. Greg was already stiff as a rock and so was Jake. Just as he was about to enter Jake, Greg stopped short.

"Condom?" asked Greg.

"Oh, right. Sorry."

Jake slipped his pants all the way off as he walked into his bedroom to get a condom out of the dresser drawer. He returned to the living room and handed the condom to Greg. Greg pushed Jake back over the arm of the couch. Jake waited in anticipation as he heard the condom wrapper being torn open and Greg slipping it over his huge cock. Suddenly without warning Greg plunged all nine inches into Jake's small whole. It was a pain that Jake didn't even know existed. It was also an immense pleasure that Jake didn't know existed. Greg's pace quickened as he thrust in and out of Jake. Jake felt his orgasm building as he stroked his own cock. Jake came all over the side of the couch, but Greg was far from over. The sight of Jake's juices all over the side of the couch edged Greg on. He flipped Jake over on his back and pulled his legs apart. Greg dived back into Jake's ass and thrust harder than he thought possible. The sheer pleasure he was feeling blinded Jake and all he saw standing over him was a six foot blur. After a few grunts, shouts, and moans from both men, Greg unloaded himself inside Jake and collapsed on top of him. Jake became hard again and jerked himself off until he came all over Greg's stomach. Greg opened his mouth to say something as he looked in Jake's sharp green eyes. The only sound that came out of Greg's mouth was a telephone ring.

Jake awoke to the loud annoying sound of the telephone. Realizing that the whole hot and sexy experience was just a dream, Jake sighed in disappointment. He reached over and grabbed the phone.

"Hello"

"Jake. Its Ailey. The race is on. Meet us in Princeton."

"Alright"

Jake hung up the phone and realized that he'd better change his pants because they were filled with his own cum. Jake changed into a pair of Gothic jeans and rode his bike over to the team garage to pick up his car and head over to the race.