"Down here."
Where is he going? He wants to ride to school together and then chooses a weird route and now he's riding off into some reserve? Under a bridge -- ah, I think I've worked it out now.
Carl stops and leans his bike against the wall. Large bushes either side of the bridge screen us from view. I dismount and lean my bike next to Carls and move up closer to him.
"Now I can say hello properly," Carl says pulling me into him and we lock lips, my dick is already hardening inside my shorts. I push my groin up against him, yep his dick is hard too. We kiss and grope for a few minutes.
"We'd better get going, don't want to be late."
It becomes our morning routine, we've been leaving a few minutes earlier each morning. Our lips are locked and our tongues are doing battle, my hand is massaging his dick through his school uniform. I reach for his zipper and start tugging it down. Slowly, tooth by tooth, prolonging the moment. I reach in through his fly and grope his dick through his briefs, it's really straining at them now. Carl moans and leans his head in against my shoulder. I push the waistband of his briefs down and tuck them under his balls. Sinking to my knees I pull his dick out of his fly and lower my mouth down onto his shaft. Oh, it tastes so good. I want to eat him forever. I play with his balls and keep up a steady rhythm, slurping and sucking. My tongue plays with the ridge of his cock head and then I plunge back down the shaft again.
His balls start to tighten up against his shaft and then he shudders and moans as he empties a load into my mouth. I swallow some and then stand and kiss him again. His tongue laps hungrily at his cum in my mouth.
"Bugger, we haven't got time for me to do you -- otherwise we'll be late."
"My turn tomorrow then. Wish we had more time, when are we going to get together properly again?"
It's getting harder seeing him around the grounds at lunchtime. I want to run up to him. We share secret smiles whenever we catch sight of each other.
Fourth period Friday and I'm daydreaming about watching him in his soccer shorts tomorrow. How the silky fabric moves over his legs. I'm playing with my slowly hardening dick through my pocket. The teacher has some boring film on about the Second World War. I quietly pull my fly down and put my hand in and trace my fingers up and down my shaft. Slowly over the period I can feel the pressure in my balls mount. I speed up a little, pushing firmer onto the shaft. I try to remember how tight his ring was around it when I fucked him, remembering plunging into him and how he pushed back. Oh god, I'm cumming. I bite down onto my knuckles of my left hand to suppress a moan. My cum oozes down around my balls.
As we walk between classes I enjoy the damp squishy feeling as my cum soaked briefs hug my dick and balls, I've got an idea.
The next morning, routine as usual, Carl and I are stopped under our bridge. I do love him. I'm back down on my knees sucking his dick, savouring the aroma of his pubes as I bury my nose into them. He's getting closer and I suddenly tuck his dick back inside his briefs and rub his dick through them vigorously.
"Ohh, I'm cumming!!! ... Fuck, I've cum in my briefs. ... Why did you do that? I've got to wear them all day round school now!"
"Take them off, I'll give you mine and I can wear yours. I want to feel your cum against my balls all day."
Carl is smiling now, "Fuck you, you horny bastard. Quick, jerk off in yours. I want to feel your cum against my balls all day too."
I pull out my dick, it only takes a few strokes and I can feel the cum welling up inside me. I flip my briefs back up and rub the front a few more times before I gush. We quickly strip and swap. I pull his briefs up my legs and enjoy the strange feeling as his cum damp briefs wrap themselves around my dick and balls. My dick stays hard for hours.
We repeat this little ritual occasionally. I think some of my friends can smell me when we've swapped but they don't say anything.
"Hey, Mum and Dad are going away this weekend. I'm going to stay with my aunt."
"Yeh, and?"
"After the game on Saturday I could tell her that I'm going to your place, but we could go back to mine. No-one will be there."
"Ah, now you're talking. I can't wait to fuck you again, and I so want to feel you fuck me." We kiss some more and carry on to school. I am so horny I jerk off twice after school and again before going to sleep. My imagination is beginning to seriously run riot. Can you really fuck someone in that position?
I look back at Carl in the goal, he smiles at me and adjusts his dick in his shorts. It's obviously as hard as mine is and that is making running after the ball difficult. Coach is looking slightly pissed as Carl has let through three goals and they've worked out that coming down the wing on my side presents less of an obstacle. Fortunately it's only five minutes to go and our striker has just scored, three -- two. Coach subs me off for the last five minutes and I spend the entire time watching Carl. He's torn between smiling at me and watching the ball. Neither of us even think that someone else might cotton on.
Final whistle. We tear off to our bikes and race back to his place, drop our bikes on the back lawn. I push him up against the back door and we kiss furiously. Carl unlocks the door and we make straight for his bedroom. He pushes me down onto his bed and climbs on top of me. The shiny nylon of our soccer shorts slides over each other as we pash and hump.
"Please fuck me ... now!" I have been dreaming of feeling his dick inside me, I need to know what it feels like. He grabs some hand lotion, pulls down his shorts and briefs and smears it on his dick. I stand up and pull down my shorts and briefs and turn around to present my bum to him. His dickhead touches my sphincter and I start to push back against him. Ohh, owwww! It pops in suddenly and his entire shaft rams in so that I can feel him pushed against me. I scream, "Ahhhhh! Hold it!"
Carl bends over me and wraps his arms around me kissing my neck, "Sorry babe."
I gasp a few times, "Okay, it's feeling better now. Fuck me."
He starts to slowly pulse in and out. He straightens up and starts ramming it into me harder. I look to the side and can see us in the mirror. I try to capture a mental photograph. Him and me, in our soccer shirts and our shorts around our ankles as Carl fucks me into heaven.
"Oh fuck babe, you feel good," Carl moans as he pulls my hips back against him, slamming my butt hard against his pelvis. I start pulling on my dick. This feels ten times better than I ever imagined. I feel a little pulse of electricity shoot all through me and out the tip of my dick each time as he drives home into me. I feel like I'm going to shoot my cum with each pulse. My dick feels like it is swelling and I'm pre-cumming so much my fist is slipping up and down my pole.
"Ohhhh!" My dick erupts and a tidal wave of cum spurts and spurts and spurts. We're both screaming together, half a second after I started cumming I could feel Carls dick spasming up my hole. We collapse onto his bed, my face pushed into some of my cum and Carl on top of me with his dick still buried in my bum.
"I love you, I love you, I love you," Carl is moaning over and over, "that was the best."
We pull off our soccer gear and go through to the kitchen naked. Carl pulls a juice carton out of the fridge and we both drink from it.
"Can anyone see into the backyard?"
"No, why?" Carl look puzzled.
"I noticed the hammock out there last time. I want to fuck you in it."
"How?" Carl asks, stretching and turning to look out at the hammock.
I zap back down to his bedroom, grab the hand lotion then take Carl by the hand and lead him out into the yard.
"Doesn't this feel great? I'd love to be naked with you all the time."
"Even at school."
"Yeh, and the others would have to be naked too. I'd like that as well."
We'd made our way across the yard to the hammock. Carl stopped and looked around the fence line, we couldn't see any neighbours. "How do you want me?"
"Lie on you back across the hammock with your bum just on this side."
Carl lay down and I started smearing hand lotion on my dick. I reached down and grabbed both his calves and started lifting his legs off the ground, moving up behind him my dick was pointing almost straight at his hole.
"I see. God you're kinky. How did you think of this?"
I didn't reply but just started pushing slowly into him. I was beginning to work this out, go slow and maybe it wouldn't hurt. I paused often as my dick inched slowly into Carl. His look of apprehension disappeared and a wide grin started to appear on his face and he started to slowly jack his dick. I was now buried up to the hilt in his arse, my pubic hairs brushing against his butt cheeks.
I rested his ankles on my shoulders and grabbed the hammock either side of his bum and began to rock it slightly. His bum moved on and off my dick. I could feel his sphincter gliding up and down while I just stood there and watched him smiling and jacking. I loved him. I loved watching him while I fucked him. I looked down and watched as my dick disappeared and reappeared. I began to pick up the pace a bit, rocking the hammock more vigorously. His balls began to slap against my stomach as I pulled the hammock back towards me.
He moved his legs down and clamped them round my waist, pulling me onto him in time with my rhythm. I leant forward and we snatched kisses as he bounced on and off my pole. I stood back up and looked back down at our groins. Carl was moaning more and more and I could see his balls pulling up hard against his shaft, mine too were churning and getting tighter and tighter.
As his arsehole began to spasm with the cum leaping from his dick I let my own load loose inside him. I leant forward again and kissed him hard, our tongues entwined. I pulled out from his bum with a plop, twisted him round and climbed onto the hammock beside him. We hugged and kissed out there for another half hour before going in for a shower.