The other players on the team shuffled and limped around the locker room after lacrosse practice. They were sore, a result of sprinting, lifting, shoving, and thrusting in almost one hundred degree weather. Most of my teammates sported only compression shorts, some had towels wrapped tightly around their waists, and a few were completly naked. I sat in the middle of the room, on a bench, peeling my socks off then doing the same with my pants. There was steam coming from the showers behind me, stinging my bare back. The other guys walked past me, paying no mind to my almost naked body. I guess they were used to seeing it by now. Most of us looked the same. Some, including me, were taller than the others, and most of us had lean bodies, as a result of being pushed hard by our coach. I considered myself a good looking guy. My light brown hair came from my dad, as well as my dark brown eyes. A majority of the guys on the team were good looking, though. None as good looking as Stephen. He was around my height, six two, with the most amazing body I’ve ever seen. Or at least it was my type. He definitely worked out, but he wasn’t completely carved, just lean. His face was to die for. Stephen had a chiseled jawline and a strong nose. He possessed a pair of lips that looked as soft as I imagined they felt. He also wore two eyes, one bright green and the other a deep, dark brown. Almost black, but not as black as his hair. He had thick black hair that curled a little in the back and where sideburns start. His skin was a light caramel color, probably from spending all his time outside running with his shirt off. He lived a few houses down from me, and sometimes I would see him running on the sidewalk, in just a pair of running shoes and athletic shorts. In the locker room I could see that he had a perfectly smooth body. He probably waxed. I’ve stayed up late at night, thinking about what his naked body would feel like pressed against mine. Just thinking about him in the locker room right now made me start to get stiff, but I had to hide it. I also didn’t want to think about him like that. After all, he was one of my best friends. We had known each other since kindergarten. Most of the boys on our team have been friends that long, but he was different.
My thoughts were interrupted when one of our friends said, “Eric, we’re gonna go shoot some hoops in the gym. Wanna come?” I nodded and pulled some athletic shorts out of my locker, and slid my shoes back on. A group of boys raced onto the court with me briskly walking behind them. We were all shirtless, our backs glistening with sweat. My eyes scanned the crowd, hoping Stephen would be among them. I finally caught a glimpse of his back as he pushed himself off of another guys shoulders, launching himself into the air. I knew it was him because he had a dark brown birthmark the size of a silver dollar on his right shoulder blade. Sometimes I wanted to run my tongue around the outside of it, as I wrapped my arms around him and gripped his bare chest. Sometimes I just wanted him to fuck me till I screamed so loud the windows in my bedroom shattered. Sometimes I wanted to do the same thing to him.
“Eric!”, he shouted to me with his sexy, raspy voice. He threw the ball my way as a group of cheerleaders walked into the gym. It was obvious they had gone out of their way to come look at all of us shirtless. Some of the other guys hadn’t been wearing underwear, so they positioned their dicks in their shorts so they stood out a bit more. I caught the ball from Stephen, and after dribbling it for a couple seconds, I ran, jumped, and launched it halfway across the gym, where it swished into the basket effortlessly. I had been trying to impress Stephen, but as I looked around for him, I saw that the girls were cheering loudly. I rolled my eyes, before they landed on Stephen. He was sort of staring at me, with a half grin.
We all continued to play, and at one point some girls played as well, obviously flirting with us. I continued to play until everyone left. Everyone but Stephen. We ducked around one another, rubbing our sweaty bodies against each other, trying to keep the ball from entering the basket. The windows in the gym allowed an orange hue from the setting sun to dance down over us. We figured this was our cue to leave. I jogged over to the bleachers, and checked my phone. There was a text from my mom saying that she would be an hour late to pick me up. She sent it ten minutes ago, so I still had fifty minutes to do whatever I wanted. Hopefully with whoever I wanted. Stephen came and plopped himself down next to me, letting his arm brush against mine. It was more like sliding, we were both drenched in sweat, probably smelling awful. He took a swig from his water bottle and handed it to me. We had known each other long enough to not care about sharing drinks, so I let my lips touch where his had been. I tasted his salty sweat that had dripped from his upper lip, and I couldn’t help but wonder if his cum tasted the same way. I placed the bottle in his lap, allowing my hand to brush against his crotch. He didn’t seem to mind, in fact he smiled in between his deep panting. I just looked into his eyes, and he looked back into mine. I could tell that he wanted me just as much as I wanted him.
“Do you want a shoulder massage?”, he asked. “You usually get cramps after you play basketball.”
“Sure.” I said. I was flattered that he knew this much about me. He climbed up to the next row of bleachers behind me and sat down so his knees were on either side of my arms. He began to work his hands on my tight shoulders. Just having him touch me there made began to get hard. Precum started to leak out of my dick. Luckily my pants were already wet from sweat, so no such stain appeared. I allowed myself to lean back into his open legs, until the base of my neck reached his crotch. I could feel that he was hard as well, making me less nervous about being hard myself, but more anxious about what could happen between us. We both knew that our school hadn’t installed cameras in the gym, and it was late on a Friday evening. Everyone would be gone by now. I looked up into his face. He was looking down at me, his eyes filled with lust. He was fighting what he wanted to do. He still thought that he was straight, but in a moment of weakness, he allowed me to kiss him. And in a moment of weakness I allowed myself to plunge my tongue into his mouth, where it wrestled with his. It wasn’t just a simple teenager kiss. It was a head rocking, heavy breath setting, shiver inducing kiss. His hands slowly crept to the sides of my face as his upper body leaned over mine. His hands escaped from my cheeks as quickly as they had come, but I caught them with my own and held them in place. My eyes were still closed tightly when he began to lift his head away from mine. My lips stuck to his as they softly departed. I opened my eyes to see that his were still closed, his lips still begging for more.
I could feel his begging dick pulsating on my back, through his shorts. I turned around and knelt in between his legs, as I pushed him back to lay against the bleachers. He assisted me in pulling his shorts down. To my pleasure, he was not wearing underwear. His stiff dick sprang free from its restraints and almost smacked me in the face. I examined his private area. His staff was about seven inches long, around how long mine was. There was a big vein that wrapped itself around the pole, leading up to the reddish purple head. Precum was oozing out of the slit at the tip. I wanted to lick it up, but I also wanted to finish taking him in. His balls hung down over my hand which was positioned in between his legs. I could tell that he had either shaved or waxed his lower body as well as his top half. His pubic bush was just starting to grow back, but his ballsack was perfectly smooth. Finally, I couldn’t resist. My mouth plunged down onto his seven inches, as I heard him gasp loudly. I tried to take him all in, tried to allow his dick down my throat. I gagged, before I slid my head back up and off him. I looked him in the eyes. They were halfway closed, but I could still see the bright green and the dark brown gazing back at me. I raised my eyebrows, signifying permission to keep going. He nodded and shivered. I dived down again, engulfing his manhood in my warm mouth, being sure to use my tongue this time. I swirled it around the entire pole, cleaning the salty sweat and precum mixture that had formed. Again I lifted my head, but immediately sank back down. My head involuntarily bobbed up and down, trying to draw the cum out of him. It didn’t take long before I felt him tense up. I pushed my head down one last time, and his thighs enclosed on either side of my head. He let out a loud moan that echoed throughout the gym, then released rope after rope of warm seed into my begging mouth. His fingers intertwined in my wet hair as I swallowed every last bit. Some dripped out of my mouth and rested on my bottom lip, which he licked off when I kissed him again. I rested my wet body on top of his while he panted. My dick was still begging to be set free, as it poked his leg. He must have felt it, because leapt up and took me by hand. Stephen pulled his shorts up over his cock and led me to the locker room.
We peered around the corner to make sure no one was inside, the raced to the nearest shower. I kicked my shoes off and stripped away the restraints that were my clothes. He lifted his leg and allowed me to take his shoe off, and did the same with the other. I then yanked his shorts off him and started the shower. The scalding water poured over us as we embraced in a passionate kiss, again allowing our tongues to have sex themselves. I reached around and pulled his cheeks apart and let one of my finger slip into his hole. He pulled his mouth away while still letting our foreheads to touch, and gasped. He stared into my eyes as I shoved in another finger, then a third. His hole was tight, so I couldn’t delve that deep. I let my fingers slip out of him and run up his crack, then up his back. We kissed again, before he spun around and placed his hands on the wall. He bent over half way and begged, “Fucking do it. I want you inside me.” The water sprayed on his back, as I spat on my cock, stretched out towards his hole. I shuffled my feet closer to him, and let the head dance around his crack before it found its target. I slowly pressed myself into him and he shouted.
“Am I hurting you? Do you want me to stop?”, I asked.
“Don’t you fucking stop until you’ve released your load inside of me.”, he replied abruptly. I gave into his command and pushed my dick deeper into his hole. He howled as I thrust myself in and pulled myself out. I couldn’t stop, and he had no objections. My body shuddered and almost contorted as I rammed myself in and yanked myself out. I couldn’t last that long, and I felt my body tense up. Stephen must’ve felt it too because he shouted, “Yes, Eric don’t stop!” I pumped harder and harder, until I felt my cum shoot into his ass. I collapsed and let my head rest on the base of his neck. “Fuck.”, he whispered under his breath.
To be continued
