Team Yaoi
by
Yamila Abraham
Cover by Himitsu Studio
Characters by Barbara Apostolico
Copyright 2011 Yamila Abraham
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“And don’t let any of those boys get in your pants,” Amber’s grandmother said over the phone.
Amber only half listened as she typed on her computer. “I told you gram, the boys here are only interested in each other.”
“Disgraceful!”
Amber tsked. She tried to be patient. “It’s not disgraceful. You promised to be more tolerant.”
“I’m tolerant of good honest homosexuals, but those boys are indiscriminant fiends!”
“That’s the culture. I tried to explain this to you before. There aren’t taboos about sex or nudity on this planet.”
“Sounds like an excuse to me. I wish that university wasn’t so prestigious.”
Amber looked at the time and grumbled. “You should be glad I got to attend here. Now, I’ve got to go! I’ve got…um…homework.”
Jesse popped her bubbly blond head into the tiny dorm room. “Let’s go, Amber! Our booth is all set up!”
“Who was that?”
“That’s my study buddy. Goodbye, grandma! Love you!” She clicked the hang-up button fast.
Jesse smiled at her corset, chemise, and miniskirt. “You look great!”
They darted down an empty corridor together.
“Who was on the phone?”
“My grandma. She’s the one paying my crazy huge tuition here. She’s really judgmental about all the sex stuff though.”
Jesse’s heavily made-up face grew panicked. “What if she sees you on TV tonight?”
Amber made a sardonic smile. “Uh, yeah. I really doubt my grandma will be watching the Tri-University Sex Wars.”
Jesse gave her typical bubbly laugh.
In moments they were allowed into the enormous stadium and made their way past mechanical bulls and padded tables to the announcers’ booth. Amber took her seat beside Jesse while the crew adjusted their sound and lighting. She saw how good they looked beside each other on the monitor embedded in her table. Jesse had big boobs and a curly blond fro; Amber made the perfect foil beside her with her straight brown hair and fake glasses.
“Testing, testing,” Amber said into her microphone.
Jesse grabbed her shoulders and shook her. “I’m so excited!”
“Chill!” She grabbed the stem of her microphone. “Testing, one, two.”
“Amber! Tai and Red are competing against each other tonight!”
Amber’s eyes widened. “Woah, really? We have to let the audience know that back story.”
Jesse turned dreamy. “Maybe they’ll get back together! Wouldn’t it be awesome?”
All around them crews were putting the final touches on the different stations for the events. Padded tables were laid out in a row. Walls with suspicious holes in them were secured to the floor. Frightening bicycles were being tested and disinfected. Past all this crowds milled in by the tens of thousands. Amber saw a lot of Earth-style clothes in the mix. She smiled. The thought of these sports spreading to her inhibited home world was laughable (despite the huge TV ratings the events always garnered). Many people held banners for their favorite athletes. Red and Tai were the most popular by far.
The noise of the crowd died down and lighting was shifted from the audience to the stadium. The producer gave Amber and Jesse their cue.
“Welcome to Planet Wixie-Plow’s Tri-University Sex War!” Amber said.
“Tonight PWP University will face some stiff competition from Lymon College and Henty Institute!” Jesse turned to Amber. “What do you think of PWP’s chances tonight?”
“PWP has the home team advantage. Nothing’s better for Sex War athletes than familiar beds. However, Henty Institute is 12 and oh for the season. They’re going to be a real pain in the ass for PWP.”
“What about Lymon College? They haven’t won an event all season.”
“Lymon College is fucked.”
A dozen lithe young men wearing nothing but green tank tops and tennis shoes ran onto the field from a domed side entrance. The crowd made a dull cheer.
“Speaking of Lymon College,” Amber said, “I see the boys have already made their way out here.”
“Those green tanks are so uninspiring. It hides their nipples and doesn’t enhance their junk.”
“Uh oh, team captain Ziggy already seems to have a hard-on.”
Jesse looked up from her screen with binoculars. “Ooo! Well, Ziggy is known for sucking. He’s also not a very good athlete.”
“It’s not unusual for the boys to get excited pretty quick. The two days of celibacy enforced on athletes prior to meets is really tough for Wixie-Plow natives.”
Two Lymon boys rubbed their bodies together while pouting for the cameras. A brunette boy sat on the edge of a table and splayed his legs. Still another blew kisses to the camera while exposing his nipples. Ziggy licked his lips and began to furiously masturbate.
“Lymon starts things right off with some mind games for their competitors watching back stage,” Amber said. “This is more than making up for the boring tank tops.”
“Uh…I think Ziggy better slow down. Those facial expressions and loud moans make me think he’s about to—“
“Ahh! Ohh!”
An air horn blasted and a referee ran to Ziggy. He threw a yellow flag on the sullied Astroturf. Gasps of disbelief rang through the stadium.
Jesse’s jaw dropped open. “Oh for--!”
“What a shame! Lymon has just given one point each to PWP and Henty, and Ziggy is removed from the competition!”
Student volunteers pulled Ziggy’s quivering body onto a stretcher and raced away with him. The other Lymon boys watched horrified.
“Dang. Looks like the Duke/Lymon curse is starting already!”
“Remind me what that curse is again?” Amber said.
“Duke is a Lymon senior who seems destined to remain a virgin. Yes, he got blowjobs while competing as a freshman, dildos as a sophomore, and a vibrator up his rear as a junior, but he’s never been able to compete in the man-to-man senior event. Lymon always ends up with five or more DQs and are ordered off the field.”
“Wow. Maybe we’ll see his first time right on this show!”
“Don’t bank on it.”
Across the field twelve tanned young men jogged out from a domed enclave. They wore identical calve-skin chaps, leather vests, snakeskin boots, and wide brim hats. The muscular boys stretched out on the grass while flaunting their exposed round buttocks towards the cameras.
“Here are Henty Institute’s Cowboys!”
“The crowd is going wild for Tai!” Amber raised her voice above the din.
A tall athlete with broad shoulders and a dour expression lifted off his hat to wave to the crowd. The cheers magnified.
“Of course Tai was a PWP Plower just last month before he transferred to Henty Institute. This is his first time facing his old teammates—including his exboyfriend Red! It’s going to be interesting!”
The cheers became deafening and the stadium audience rose to their feet. Twelve beautiful young men emerged from the final domed enclave. They wore hip length boots, broad lacey belts, and long fingerless gloves. Each displayed exquisitely executed hair and make-up. They posed with either their hands on their hips or arms crossed for the cameras.