Soccer Boys

By IraMoved

Published on Jul 17, 2002

Gay

I've always had a thing for soccer boys, probably because I've never exactly possessed the obligatory cuteness or the thin, wiry body type. I'm a big guy and I always have been. I've never been skinny. My sport of choice in high school was football, which I excelled at, but my heart was never in it. The bullshit macho posturing and especially the bragging about "fag bashing" made me very uneasy. I've never wanted to grunt, spit, and brag about some hot chick I fucked last weekend. At the time, I was still very much in the closet and such talk kept me even more firmly entrenched there.

I finally came out after high school, in my freshman year in college. The revelation took a lot of people by surprise because I've never possessed any of the stereotypical "gay" traits: limp wrists, high, girlish voice, lisp, or obsession with Barbra Streisand. Most people automatically assume that I'm straight, and to be honest, I like it that way. I'd rather reveal my homosexuality to those who can handle it and not wear it as a badge.

Todd and I met at my church, where he was visiting. My minister introduced us, in fact, knowing full well that we were both gay. I have the good fortune to attend a very progressive church that rightly sees homosexuality as a biological fact and not a blight in the face of God.

From first glance, it was obvious that he was a soccer boy. His beautiful face, closely cropped black hair, loosely fitting khaki pants, sandals, adidas t-shirt, and tight little ass fairly screamed it. Naturally, I was transfixed, but trying hard not to stare. Other than his obvious sensitivity, I didn't see any revealing features that set my gaydar off. For all practical purposes, he could have been an excellent example of the sensitive, shy, soft-spoken straight boy that girls drool over.

After the service was over, I asked him if he'd mind staying after for a while to talk. Apparently he was home from college for the summer, just taking it easy. I cautiously flirted with him, as is my habit. In case he turned out to be straight, I could easily have denied that I was interested in him later. In his charmingly innocent way, he flirted awkwardly back. I had already been slightly hard for most of the service, secretly hoping that my suspicions were correct. When they were confirmed, I grew fully erect, but tried to hide it.

I casually asked for his phone number, which he wrote down on a torn orange sliver of paper. I waited two whole days to call him back...trying not to seem overeager. It was obvious that I wanted this boy and I hoped that I hadn't come on too strongly.

"Hello, may I speak to Todd, please?" I said, trying to keep my voice level and calm.

"This is Todd. Who is this?" He honestly sounded confused.

Shit. Just what I needed to hear.

"I'm John. Remember we met at church, Sunday. You gave me your number, remember?"

"Oh, of course, John. I do remember. What's up?"

I breathed a huge sigh of relief.

"Well, I just sort of wondered if you'd like to come over to my house maybe tomorrow night, after I get off work. We could have a few drinks and talk...or watch a movie...whatever you'd like?"

God, how desperate could I be?

Fortunately, he didn't seem to mind.

"Sure. I'll be glad to meet you around 8 tomorrow night...I've got some errands to run with my father until then, but after that..."

I gave him the directions to my house and crossed my fingers. I'm not sure what I expected would happen. I KNEW what I wanted to happen. I wanted to run my hands down his smooth chest. I wanted to squeeze his cute little asscheeks in my hands. I wanted to see if his cock was as beautiful as the rest of him. But, I tried to keep myself from expecting this to happen, as to not get disappointed.

The next day, work went by insanely fast. My thoughts keep drifting to him...visualizing him naked and spread for my hard cock. I could almost feel the pressure and the weight of his smooth cock resting deep in the back of my throat. I had my own plan as to how I was to go about seducing him, but I knew full well that such plans never turned out exactly as planned.

I arrived home at 7 p.m. and discreetly laid out a pack of condoms and a tube of lube beside the basin of my bathroom sink. And then I waited...taking turns nervously pacing the floor, followed by sitting down and visualizing being deeply penetrated, my legs pulled up above my head, as he rubbed a hand up and down my thighs. I was so horny that I noticed that pre-cum had welled from the tip of my dick, leaving a wet spot at the crotch of my boxers.

When I heard the knock at the door, I maniacally jumped up and sprang towards the door. I opened it, and noticed him standing there in the hallway, a mischievous grin on his face. He was barely three steps inside my apartment when he pushed the door shut with his right foot and proceeded to rub his hands up and down my hairy chest, through my shirt. I let out an appreciative groan, as my hands curled around his slim waist.

"I've wanted this since the first time I saw you, John," he whispered, in a sweet, sexy tone of voice that sent an electric shiver up and down my spine.

"Oh, I have too, baby", I said, as my hands rubbed up and down his back.

I cocked my head slightly to the right and pressed my lips against his--slow passionate kisses at first. He deftly slid his warm tongue into my mouth and I took a sharp inhale of breath. Our tongue rubbed and slid against each other as my hands finally found his cute ass. It felt just as I had imagined, muscular, but smooth. My hands grabbed whole handfuls; then they slid between his thighs, sliding across his balls, and already erect dick.

"Oh, god, John," he whispered, as I rubbed up and down his shaft, through his loose fitting pants.

His hands had already found the tail of my shirt, grabbed it, and lifted it over my head, off my torso. I did the same now, revealing a hairless, tanned chest, with hard brown nipples. I kissed down his neck, before sucking each nipple into my mouth, my tongue rubbing around and around each nipple in a wide sweeping circle. His hand trailed down my back, and grabbed my ass. I moaned again, and slightly spread my legs, giving him better access. He cupped my balls in his hands, squeezing slightly, pushing my balls gently together, and then relaxing his grasp...expanding and contracting.

I couldn't take it any longer...I had to make another of my fantasies come true. I kissed down his chest, sticking my tongue briefly into his bellybutton, before undoing the button in his pants. I slid them slowly down, revealing a cut, seven and a half dick. He hadn't bothered to put on underwear, naughty boy. He had closely trimmed back his pubic hair, which made his penis look bigger: a trick that I, too, had learned. His balls were shaved and velvety soft to the touch.

I looked him lustfully in the face, then returned my gaze to his beautiful manhood. He was so hot that, like me, the pre-cum had welled down the head of his dick, down the shaft. I couldn't wait to lick all of it up.

I licked every drop of the liquidy pre-cum off his shaft, licking from halfway down the shaft up to his head, before engulfing half of the head in my mouth. With a slurpy pop, I removed my lips from around his cock head, briefly stopping sucking him, and began kissing and licking down every inch of his shaft. His eyes closed, taking in short, sharp inhales of breath, and it was obvious he was enjoying this. And so was I.

My tongue licked up and down the length of him, quickly stopping to kiss the head of his prick. Making sure to keep my mouth as wide as possible and my teeth out of the way, I again slowly took him into my mouth. I took one inch at first, and then another, and then another. Five inches later, I felt the head of his prick against my throat. After resting a few seconds to savor this sensation, I began to pull out of his mouth. I fucked his cock with my lips, my mouth, and my tongue...my head bobbing up and down.

His hands gently grabbed handfuls of my hair, as he started to buck, thrusting more of his cock into my mouth. I knew he couldn't take much more of this before he spurted, but I kept this up. His moans grew more insistent, higher pitched, and frequent.

I knew he was about to blow his load when he let out a shuddering gasp and released his grip on my hair. I felt his warm, thick cum shoot down my throat and I stayed with him, determined to taste all of it. With relish, I swallowed every ounce of his salty cum.

As he came down from the orgasm, I held him tightly in my arms, rubbing my face against his sexy chest.

"I've got lube and condoms in the bathroom," I rasped, when we both could speak again. He slowly walked off to the bathroom, and returned moment later with the tube in his hands. I grabbed his free hand and led him to my bedroom. He set the tube down on my bedside table and totally undressed me, quickly yanking down my pants and my soaked boxers. I hadn't cum yet, but I knew all I had to do was feel this stud's cock inside me to spurt all over him.

He squeezed some lube onto his hands and commanded me to pull my legs above my head, with my asshole exposed. I was glad to oblige. I recoiled slightly as I felt the cold lube spread across my anus, but quickly relaxed. He inserted his index finger into my ass, rimming around and around inside, relaxing my tight anal muscles. Slowly I began to relax, and he gradually could insert half a finger, then three-quarters of a finger, then his whole finger into me. Lubing up a second finger, he repeated the process. I began to squirm with pleasure as I was finger fucked. I couldn't wait for him to bury his hardness deep inside me.

When he was satisfied that I was open and relaxed enough to take him, he lubed up his gorgeous cock, teasing me slightly by rubbing the head against my anus, which was now slightly pouting open, begging to be fucked.

"I'm gonna fuck you now, baby," he whispered. I could only murmur a weak "Ok", in response. He selected a condom from the pack, then tore it open with his teeth. He unrolled it down the base of his throbbing manhood and flashed me a lustful grin when he was certain it was in place.

With one quick, fluid motion, he thrust into me. He pushed slowly at first, inch by inch, getting me ready for total penetration. I squealed in ecstasy, fucking up with my hips, imploring him to go deeper. Finally, all of his seven and a half inches were surrounded inside my anal canal. He rested deep inside me, as I squeezed my muscles around him. Then he began a slow rhythmic fuck, pushing as far out as possible, and then thrusting hard inside, as deep as he could. I loved it.

I jacked my cock with my hand as he fucked me, and knew that it wouldn't take very long before I exploded all over him, all over his chest, all over his stomach. I could picture the warm spunk running down his chest in trails--trails I couldn't wait to lick up. By now he was fucking me fast and hard, daring me to keep up with him. I pushed back against him as he pushed forward into me. Finally my sphincter could take no more and closed tightly around him. He let out a sexy, loud groan as he shot deep inside me. This was all it took for me to cum, and I did, shooting hard against his chest...whole spurts. I had never cum this much ever before.

As he shot the last of his load into me, he kissed my neck, and then nipped my earlobe with teeth. I was by now totally relaxed and slightly stoned from my fantastic orgasm. His dick slid out of my ass, and he rested on top of me, my cum lubricating our chests. I kissed him passionately for several minutes, loving the feel of his body pressed hard against mine.

I brought him up, and the proceeded to lick my cum off his chest and stomach, taking time to lick it out of his belly button.

He gave me a very grateful, sexy smile that almost made me melt. I clutched him tightly to me, my arms around his neck--my legs wrapped around his legs. We were now both quite exhausted and drifted off to sleep...his front side to my front side.

When I awoke the next morning, he was gone.

"John,

Thanks for a wonderful night. I'm sorry I wasn't here when you woke up this morning. I had to go to work. I'll call you soon.

Love,

Todd"

I closed my eyes and stretched like a cat. I feel back to sleep with a smile upon my face and a vision of his beautiful face in my head.

Next: Chapter 2


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