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Soccer Conditioning
I pedaled my bike furiously up the hill toward my high school, trying not to be any later than I already was. I had overslept, and now I was ten minutes late for soccer; being both a senior and a varsity player, I was expected to every single "optional" conditioning during the summer. I was generally pretty good about showing up on time or early, but somehow I'd slept through my alarm clock this morning.
As I turned down the drive that led to the field house and various sports fields, I glanced at the sky. It was completely covered by ominous, black clouds; it looked like the heavens were going to open up any moment and let down a torrent of biblical proportions. I doubted that conditioning would last long; even though it was school policy to only cancel games and practices if lightning was spotted, the less formal summer conditioning sessions were often called off by coach if we weren't getting anything done because of the weather.
I finally reached the soccer field ten minutes late. The guys that were there--most of the varsity team and a few dedicated JV players--were just beginning their twenty-minute run, so I quickly chained my bike to a bleacher and joined them. Despite the heavy cloud cover, the day was hot and humid; many of the guys were shirtless, sweat already beginning to form on their young, toned torsos. Because I wasn't too late, coach just let me slip into the back of the pack, and from here I had an excellent view of my teammates muscled backs and bouncing butts.
No one on the team knew that I liked men--high school athletics teams are not exactly the most accepting of groups. So I just enjoyed the view in the locker room, occasionally giving the guys playful ass-slaps. I liked hanging out with the team, so I figured it would be best not to ruin things by revealing my sexuality and having to deal with the accompanying awkwardness and homophobia.
We had been running for about ten minutes when a deafening crack was heard overhead, and a fat drop of water landed right on my face. This drop was followed by another, then another, until soon we were caught in a downpour. Coach's whistle sounded, and we stopped running, then headed back to the soccer field, where coach told us that conditioning was over. The group of soaking-wet boys began to disperse, some running for cars, others taking shelter under the bleachers and calling parents for rides.
"Fuck," I said to Joey, another senior varsity player, as we gathered our things. "I just got here! And rode my bike, so now I have to spend another twenty minutes in this flood getting home."
"Hey, I drove," he replied. "If you want a ride, I have my mom's van; you can just toss your bike in the back."
"Man, that would be awesome," I said gratefully. "Thank you so much--I owe you one."
Once we had both taken off our cleats under the partial shelter of the bleachers, grabbed our water bottles and slipped on flip-flops, we dashed across the school grounds to the field house parking lot, me rolling my bike along. Both of us were shirtless and soaking wet. My short, blonde hair lay plastered to my head, and my running shorts stuck to my ass, thighs and package like cellophane. I'm sure that if Joey had turned around as we ran, he would've been able to see every curve of my cock and balls bouncing up and down. Luckily, he didn't turn around. I, however, had a splendid view of Joey's ass, which was covered just as tightly by his own pair of wet running shorts. I'd always though Joey was hot; in fact, he was the most attractive guy on the team. He was shorter than my 6'2", but just as in shape as I was. He had brown hair that he usually spiked, and a lean, smooth body that was difficult not to stare at in the locker room. I'd never actually seen his cock, but he had a reputation as a stud around school, so I assumed he was pretty hung. He was also a pretty good friend of mine. If he knew how many wet dreams I had had about him, though, I doubted he'd be quite so willing to give me a ride home.
We finally reached the van and opened the back doors so we could toss or stuff in the backseat; Joey helped me load my bike in the back as well. Then we both nearly dove into the front seats to get out of the rain, even though we were both thoroughly soaked already; we looked like we had jumped in a lake with our shorts on.
We sat there for a moment, panting from our run. The windows quickly began to fog up, and soon we could only hear the rain on the car.
Joey broke the silence, saying, "You know, I'm actually kind of glad that conditioning got cut short today."
"Why?" I asked.
"I dunno, I've just been really tired lately. I was hoping to just sort of chill this summer, since it's gonna be our last high school summer. But I've barely had any down time between soccer and work. I barely get to just hang out with buds or pick up girls."
I laughed, then said, "Same here, man. I'm getting sick of having to do all this shit. I can't wait to graduate."
Joey paused, then said, "I don't know if I'm ready to graduate, but I'm definitely ready to just relax after soccer's over. I think that if we graduated right now, I'd miss everyone too much."
"I guess you're right. I mean, I want to get out of this crappy town, but I'm gonna miss my friends way too much. I mean, we're never gonna see each other after this year, probably."
Joey punched me in the arm playfully and said, "Dude, don't say that. Who's gonna make fun of all the little freshman that can't even dribble a ball with me?"
"Well, we're gonna be the freshman next year," I said.
We stopped talking as we both thought about how our lives would change next year, and Joey started up the van. We pulled out of the parking lot, and Joey drove me home in silence, both of us still contemplating the future. I glanced at Joey as he drove; I really was going to miss him and his cute smile, his friendly face. I was going to miss his smooth, glistening, bronzed chest, his pert little nipples. I realized that my eyes were sliding down his body and quickly looked out the front window. Then I realized that I'd stopped my visual exploration just before reaching the part of his body that most intrigued me: his cock. In his soaked shorts, I was sure that I would get a perfect view of the outline of his package. I couldn't pass up such a great opportunity to finally get a glimpse of Joey's dick, even if it was through nylon shorts; I slyly glanced down and immediately felt my own penis begin to grow. His cock was very long and very thick, with what appeared to be a set of very large balls underneath. I couldn't imagine how big it would get when hard.
Just as I was about to tear my eyes away from Joey's gorgeous bulge, he looked me straight in the face and caught me staring at his crotch.
"Like what you see," Joey asked, raising an eyebrow and smirking.
I could feel my face beginning to turn red, and all I could say was, "Sorry, you're just--really big." I laughed nervously.
Joey also laughed. "You think I don't know that?" he said. "But don't worry about it, it's not like I've never checked out your package in the showers. Everyone wants to know how they compare."
I relaxed a little, but my cock continued to swell. Joey had just told me that he'd ogled my dick before; I couldn't help but stiffen up a bit. We drove the rest of the way to my house in silence.
When we pulled into my driveway, I opened the door to get out, and Joey popped the trunk so that I could grab my bike. The rain had softened to a light drizzle. Joey got out to help me maneuver my bike out of the trunk. Once both of its wheels were on the pavement, Joey slammed the door shut, and I said, "Thanks for the ride man, I really appreciate it. See you tomorrow."
As I turned to take my bike into the garage, I felt Joey's strong, warm hand on my shoulder. I turned around to face him. "You know, I was serious earlier; I really am going to miss you, man," he said, looking me straight in the eye.
"I'm going to miss you too, bro," I said, looking back at him. Water was dripping from his hair into his face, down his strong jaw and soft lips. He looked so strong and serious; I wanted nothing more than to kiss right then and there. I felt myself actually beginning to lean forward, tilting my head slightly. To my surprise, I thought I saw Joey also move his face toward mine. His hand was still on my shoulder; the skin-to-skin contact was driving me wild. I wanted that hand all over my body, but first I just wanted to taste his lips.
And then a car blasting loud music came speeding down the street. The moment was over, and Joey took his hand off my shoulder. "Take care, man," he said. "See you tomorrow."
With that, he got back into the van and backed out of my driveway, leaving me standing alone in the driveway with my bike and soccer gear, slightly confused and very aroused.
That night, as I was getting ready to go to bed, I began to think about what had happened that morning. I brushed my teeth and wondered: Could Joey really have been trying to kiss me? I'd heard all sorts of stories--both from him and from others--about the many girls he'd been with. It was hard to believe that he could be interested in men at all. In fact, he probably wasn't; I had probably just imagined that he had almost tried to kiss me. I finished brushing my teeth, stripped down to my boxers, and crawled into bed, convinced that nothing had happened between us.
Even if I had imagined that Joey tried to make a move on me, though, I could still hope. I could still imagine that tomorrow, after conditioning, Joey would drive me to a secluded place in the woods and that he would kiss me. I could imagine how his hands would slide all over my body, finally finding their mark in my crotch and slowly slipping into my shorts. I could imagine him sensuously stroking my throbbing cock as I played with his massive tool. My boxers were off by now, and my hand was rapidly sliding up and down my throbbing shaft as I thought about fooling around with Joey. I could almost hear him moaning in harmony with me as the pleasure built and built in my rod until finally I released my seed all over my hand and belly. I milked as much cream from my cock as I could, then reached over to my bedside table to grab a tissue to clean up with.
Just as I was wiping down my sensitive cock and cleaning the jizz off of my stomach, my phone rang, startling the hell out of me. I tossed the sticky tissue across the room into my trash can, then answered my phone without checking the caller ID: "Hello?"
"Hey, man, what's up?" said Joey's voice.
Caught off guard after blowing my load to him, I managed a weak, "Oh, hey, nothing much."
Joey continued, "Cool. Hey, I was wondering if you'd seen the weather forecast for tomorrow."
Completely confused, I simply said, "No."
"Well, it looks like there's supposed to be rain again. So I was thinking it'd be a good idea if I gave you a ride to conditioning tomorrow. Then you wouldn't have to worry about your bike. And maybe we could hang out afterward, actually play some real soccer at my house."
"Sure, that sounds great," I said, trying to suppress my excitement over hanging out alone with Joey. "I'll see you tomorrow then."
"Yeah, sweet. See you tomorrow."
I hung up the phone, even more hopeful than before; maybe Joey had tried to kiss me after all, and now he was trying to go for it again. With that exciting thought in mind, I fell asleep.
The next day, Joey picked me up as planned. We made small talk on the way to school, both of us acting as if nothing had happened the day before. Despite my outward coolness, I couldn't help stealing glances at Joey's naked chest and shorts-clad crotch. When we arrived, the sky was cloudy, but it didn't look like rain was imminent. Joey and I joined the rest of the team on the field.
Conditioning lasted a few hours. The workout was hard, but it was cool after yesterday's storm, so it was bearable. By the time conditioning was over, I was tired but ready to go play some real soccer at Joey's; we hadn't touched a soccer ball all day. Joey and I trekked back to his van and left the school.
As we drove, Joey asked, "So, you wanna just kick the ball around when we get home?"
"Yeah, sure," I replied, once again covertly checking out Joey's body, now glistening with sweat.
"Ok, cool. Maybe we can play a little shootout, too. Then we can grab some lunch."
"Yeah, shootout sounds like fun," I said. "I really need to work on my accuracy; I'm kind of rusty."
"We can play barefoot, too," Joey said. "It'll help with control, you know?"
"Sure," I said.
When we arrived at Joey's house, we got out of the van and went in the front door. The house itself was not very big--one floor, just as many rooms as were necessary--but the backyard was huge. He lived in a rural area, so his neighbors were few and far between, and his backyard was surrounded by trees, providing a great deal of privacy. Joey's parents also had a soccer goal erected at one end of the yard so that Joey could practice shooting.
As we walked to the kitchen to get some bottles of water, Joey asked, "Do you wanna chill for a little bit before we head out back? I'm kinda tired from that workout."
"Sounds good to me," I said, following Joey into the living room. Joey flopped down on the couch, and I settled into an easy chair near the couch. Both of us were still shirtless, and I stole yet another glance at Joey's body, now sprawled out comfortably on the couch.
"Hey, do you keep looking at me?" Joey asked, catching me off guard.
"Um, no," I spluttered. "I mean, yes, but it--it's like you said yesterday, I'm just curious; all guys wanna see how they measure up to their friends."
"Are you sure?" he asked. "Because it seems like you're checking me out pretty intensely"
"Yeah, totally, man," I said, still flustered. "Just plain curiosity."
Joey didn't say anything for a moment, then sat up and said, "Okay, then look all you want. I mean, I've checked guys out a few times; it's just natural." I didn't say anything, so Joey continued: "Seriously, you can look. Here, I've even been kind of curious about how we compare, you know, body-wise." Then he said with a chuckle and a wink, "I'll show you mine if you show me yours. Your body, I mean."
I was a bit shocked and confused by this turn of events, but I wasn't going to pass up an invitation to visually explore Joey's sexy body. "Ok," I said, and returned my eyes to his chest. I drank in his big pecs, his six-pack abs, his bulging biceps.
"You've got really nice legs," Joey said, breaking my concentration on his body.
"Thanks," I replied. "You've got really nice--well, pretty much everything." I immediately blushed, feeling like I'd said far too much.
Joey just grinned at me and said, "Thanks. The rest of you isn't too bad, either. Do you mind if I feel your biceps? It looks like they're pretty strong and I'm curious how they feel."
I hesitated, worrying that if Joey came any closer to me I wouldn't be able to hide my rapidly growing cock anymore. Then, deciding that having Joey feel me up--even if it was jsut my arm--was worth the possible embarrassment, and said, "Sure."
Joey leaned forward on the couch as I leaned toward him in my chair. I held out my arm and flexed my bicep. Joey gently squeezed it and said, "Whoa, you're in SHAPE, bro."
He looked up at my face, smiling, and I grinned back, happy with the compliment. Joey's hand was still resting on my upper arm, feeling warm and strong. Suddenly, the playful mood changed, and we found ourselves gazing into each others' eyes--still smiling, but somehow more serious. Joey tilted his head slightly and began to move his face forward. My own head mirrored his movements, and our lips drew closer and closer together. Was I imagining it again? Or was this really happening?
All doubts were erased from my mind when I suddenly felt the warm wetness of Joey's lips on mine. I opened my mouth slightly and sucked on Joey's lower lip, luxuriating in the softness of his mouth. I was in heaven, kissing Joey, and then it was over; Joey pulled his head away from mine. He smiled at me again. I was completely confused: I thought Joey was a straight stud. Voicing my confusion aloud, I asked, "Wait, are you--"
Joey finished the question for me: "Bisexual? Yes. And I guess you're at least bi, too."
"Yeah," I replied dumbly. "I'm bi, too."
We sat there for a moment, thinking about what had just happened. Then Joey sprang up from the couch and said, "Ready for some shootout?"
I wasn't quite sure what to do, so I sat in the easy chair, frozen. By the time I had processed this new information enough to speak, Joey was already heading to the backyard, so I had no choice but to follow him. When I walked through the back door, Joey already had a soccer ball out and was juggling it.
"Great, you finally made it," he said jokingly. "Okay, so I think we should make our game of shootout a little more interesting."
"What do you mean by that?" I asked cautiously.
Joey grinned at me, caught the soccer ball, and said, "Strip-shootout."
My heart leaped into my throat and my already semi-hard cock was suddenly stiff as a board. "Sure," I said, trying to mask my extreme excitement.
Joey glanced at my now painfully obvious boner, which was tenting my shorts quite about, smiled again, and said, "Okay, every clocked or missed shot means a piece of clothing comes off. Seeing as we're both just wearing shorts and boxers, this should be a pretty quick game. And once one of us has nothing else to take off and misses a shot--well, I'm sure we'll figure something out for them to do instead." Joey winked at me, tossed me the ball, and headed to the goal. "I'll play keep first."
I took the ball over to the place where the penalty kick line would have been if Joey's backyard were marked. I set the ball down, carefully aimed, and sent the ball into the top-right corner of the goal, just above a diving Joey.
"Damnit," Joey said as he got up. "So close. Okay, my turn now."
We traded places and Joey set up his shot. He drove it into the bottom-left corner of the goal, but I managed to block the ball by throwing myself to the ground.
"One save for me!" I said gleefully. "Take off those shorts, man."
Joey gave an exaggerated sigh, then made a big show of hooking his thumbs into his shorts, slowly turning around, then sliding his shorts down his legs. Joey now stood before me in just a loose pair of plaid boxers. In the front, I could see an obvious tent--maybe not as obvious as mine, but definitely caused by a semi-hard cock. "Okay, your turn again," he said, and we once again traded places.
I once again set up my shot and this time blasted it into the top-right corner of the goal. I was slightly off, though, and the ball bounced off of the crossbar and right back to me. Joey laughed at me, then looked expectantly at my shorts. I slid my shorts to the ground with much less showiness than Joey, but the result was that we both ended up in our boxers, outside. A breeze blew across my body, causing my cock--which was now only covered by a very thing layer of cotton--to quiver with pleasure. Joey looked appreciatively at my wildly tenting boxers, then traded places with me again.
Joey took another shot, but it veered to the left, missing the goal completely. He grinned turned away from me for a moment and slid his boxers to the ground.
"You did that on purpose," I said, smiling.
"So?" I answered back. And then he turned around, displaying his completely naked body to me in all its glory. His cock was enormous, and it was now completely hard. Its mushroom-shaped, pink head topped a long, thick, smooth shaft. Below his dick hung a large pair of balls, and above it was a small patch of trimmed, brown pubes. I nearly jizzed in my boxers at the sight. Joey just smiled some more and came to trade places with me again. As we passed each other, Joey smacked my ass, sending a jolt through my rock-hard cock.
I tried to set my shot up properly, but I was too distracted by Joey's huge slab of meat. My shot ended up going wide to the right, and I ended up dropping my boxers. Both Joey and I now stood naked in his backyard displaying painfully hard boners. We both took a moment to drink each other's naked bodies in. Then, we traded places again.
"If you miss this shot, I get to pick what you have to do, since you don't have any clothes left to take off," I said with a grin.
"Yeah, yeah," replied Joey, waving his hand dismissively. "You know, even if I miss this, you still have to make one more to win."
With that, Joey took a shot, sending the ball low and to the right. I easily knocked it aside with my foot. This time, when we traded I places, I slapped Joey's bare ass as we passed each other; it felt warm and soft.
I was confident that I would make my next shot. I blocked out Joey's distracting rod, telling myself that if I could just make this shot, I could do whatever I wanted with that tantalizing piece of meat. I set up my shot, and the ball went soaring into the net in the top-right corner.
Joey left the net and moved slowly toward me, his cock leading the way. "So," he said, "what do I have to do for losing?"
I knew exactly what I wanted: "How about you suck my cock?"
Joey just grinned at me and dropped to his knees without another word. I gasped and then moaned as Kyle's warm, wet mouth engulfed my cock. He worked his tongue around the head as his lips slid up and down my shaft. I had never felt anything so good in my entire life, and was convinced that I would never feel anything better than this, until his strong, masculine hands found my balls. He gently rolled them between his fingers, sending me soaring to new heights of pleasure. As his mouth gobbled my cock hungrily down and one hand played with my balls, his other hand roamed all over my body: my stomach, my nipples, my ass. I was overwhelmed by the eroticism of the situation and the amazing feelings coursing through my body.
Finally, all I could do was say, "I'm cumming." Joey sucked and stroked and squeezed even faster, anticipating my orgasm. My cock quivered, and waves of pleasure washed over me--I was soon shooting load after creamy load of jizz into Joey's mouth, and he was swallowing every drop. He sucked me dry as my body was wracked by spasms of pleasure. Eventually, Joey allowed my softening cock to slide out of his mouth.
"Okay, my turn," said Joey. "But if it's okay, I don't want you to suck me; I want to fuck your ass."
I wanted nothing more than to feel his enormous rod deep inside of me, so I immediately said, "Yes!"
"Sweet," said Joey, grinning. "Wait here for a second."
He ran into the house and came out a minute later with a bottle of lotion. "Okay, get on all fours," Joey said, and I complied. He slathered his cock with lotion, and put some on his fingers and begin to work two of them into my ass. Luckily, I'd played with my ass before, so it was loose enough that what was about to happen wouldn't hurt very much. Once Joey had worked two fingers into my ass, he added a third; by now my cock was hard again.
After what felt like ages, I finally felt Joey's cock at my entrance. He gently pushed forward, and I could feel his enormous rod stretching me to my outmost. It hurt a little as he entered, but he finally got most of his dick inside of me. He stayed still for a while, letting me adjust to his huge girth and length, then began a slow, steady pumping. Soon, I was in heaven once again; with every inward thrust, Joey rubbed up against my prostate, sending more waves of pleasure through my body. I heard Joey moaning above me, and I couldn't help but moan in unison with him. We both felt the pleasure building deep within us, and before I knew it, more jizz was spewing out of my twitching cock. My ass clamped tight on Joey's member, causing him to empy load after thick load of cum inside of me.
Eventually, both of our orgams subsided, and Joey leaned over me, his dick still buried in my ass. He kissed my neck and stroked my chest, saying, "That was amazing."
I was so overwhelmed with pleasure, all I could do was nod my head.
"Do you wanna do this again some time?" Joey whispered in my ear.
I turned my head and kissed him fiercely on the mouth; that was all the answer he needed.