Gay Teen Wrestler Finds Unexpected Connection with Crush after Crushing Defeat in the Mat
I'm not really sure what happened. All I really remember is being thrown onto my back and having the other guy just lay on me. It was happening so fast all I knew was I was being dominated by someone twice my size. Then the ref blew his whistle, smacked his hand down, and ended the match. I had lost again.
My name is Nathan McCain. I'm a 15-year-old freshman wrestler from Harold Highschool in Harold, Kentucky, and yes, I'm gay.
As I walked off the mat toward my bag of clothes waiting in the corner someone put their hand on my shoulder. I looked up and saw Buckley, the cutest sophomore on the team, looking at me. He was just a little taller than me so he was kind of looking down at me. He had black, buzz-cut hair, a perfect smile, and deep, sea foam green eyes. I could see myself in his eyes. I looked like a sad little kid just standing in front of him with a long, sad face, and I was still wearing my bright red wrestling singlet. My short, brown hair was a little messed up from my match, and my electric blue eyes were started to become moist (I cry when I lose sometimes).
"Hey, nice job out there," he said.
"Th-thanks," I replied. It was all I could say back. I've had a huge crush on Buckley for a long time now and him standing this close to me was taking my breath away.
"Well, I'm done for today," he said, "Championships aren't until tomorrow. You going to shower now?"
"Yeah," I said, "That was my second loss so I'm done for the whole weekend."
"Cool," Buckley told me, "Hey, I'll let you in on a secret if you do me a favor."
I was suddenly excited to get to do something for the boy I've had a huge crush on so I, of course, said, "Sure. What?"
"Out that door," Buckley pointed to a door at the north end of the gym, "take a left and at THE END
My name is Nathan McCain. I'm a 15-year-old freshman wrestler from Harold Highschool in Harold, Kentucky, and yes, I'm gay.
As I walked off the mat toward my bag of clothes waiting in the corner someone put their hand on my shoulder. I looked up and saw Buckley, the cutest sophomore on the team, looking at me. He was just a little taller than me so he was kind of looking down at me. He had black, buzz-cut hair, a perfect smile, and deep, sea foam green eyes. I could see myself in his eyes. I looked like a sad little kid just standing in front of him with a long, sad face, and I was still wearing my bright red wrestling singlet. My short, brown hair was a little messed up from my match, and my electric blue eyes were started to become moist (I cry when I lose sometimes).
"Hey, nice job out there," he said.
"Th-thanks," I replied. It was all I could say back. I've had a huge crush on Buckley for a long time now and him standing this close to me was taking my breath away.
"Well, I'm done for today," he said, "Championships aren't until tomorrow. You going to shower now?"
"Yeah," I said, "That was my second loss so I'm done for the whole weekend."
"Cool," Buckley told me, "Hey, I'll let you in on a secret if you do me a favor."
I was suddenly excited to get to do something for the boy I've had a huge crush on so I, of course, said, "Sure. What?"
"Out that door," Buckley pointed to a door at the north end of the gym, "take a left and at THE END
