Chapter 14
Louis
We so easily fell into our own rhythm of school, practice, game days and togetherness. Into our own space between friendship and intimacy. Between pats on the back and kisses, between silly jokes and soft whispers.
It was the best idea to come out to my parents; the freedom is priceless. A little piece of everyday life in a big game of hide-and-seek.
The locker room is loud and smelly as always. Put fifteen young men in a closed room after two hours of practice and that’s not a big surprise. The first guys are already coming out of the shower, but David and I are still sitting on the bench, fully clothed.
“Don’t you want to go taking a shower?”
I shake my head and grin. “Not yet.”
We don’t go at the same time anymore, I always go first, then David. The danger of one of us getting hard is too real. “You can go but take your time.”
David casually pulls his practice jersey over his head, giving me the best view of his clear-cut abs, pale skin, and broad shoulders.
Shit, he’s hot. I watch as he pulls his pants over his ass just to let them fall.
His ass is a work of art. I want to get up, touch him, want him on all fours in front of me.
.. oh fuck, my imagination is running wild. Not today, not here.
Although... Okay, maybe here, sometime, but definitely not today. At least that’s what I’m trying to tell myself, though my cock strongly disagrees.
With my back to the others, I undress and wrap my towel tightly around my hips, while I think about stinky socks. With the variety of smells in this small room, that’s not so hard.
When I finally get to the showers, David is almost done. With a quick shake of my head, I let him know that he can’t leave yet and start a discussion about my latest chemistry assignment.
After teasing us for being so lame as we talk about school, the last of our teammates exit the showers.
“What are you doing?” David’s voice vibrates with excitement shortly after they leave, but we’re not completely alone yet.
I quickly shower myself while my boyfriend keeps himself warm under the stream of water.
When we hear the familiar click of the door, I’m on him pressing David against the tiles behind him with a passionate kiss.
Our wet naked bodies rub against each other, my hands slide over his chest, and finally I sink to my knees in front of him.
“Seriously? Here?” He wants this too, I can hear it in his tone, and I lick over his tip once. “Oh, fuck.”
With a firm grip, just the way he likes it, I grab his cock at the base and slide my lips over his tip once more.
A shiver runs through his body, and my left hand holds his hip to steady him.
I let my tongue play and damn, I love how responsive he is, knowing fully well how he gets off when I really get going.
His shaft sinks further into my mouth and once again I’m glad that it’s not quite so big and I can take him all the way down.
I can still remember our first blowjobs.
I had wondered for so long what it would feel like, whether I’d like it or not.
The question was answered the second my tongue touched his dick.
I love David’s cock in my mouth, and I love what it does to him.
He’s breathing heavily, trying not to moan, which seems completely impossible right now, as he whimpers and his legs tremble.
The salty taste in my mouth intensifies and my tongue continues to play with his glans while I search for a steady rhythm with my mouth watching his every little reaction, the loud moans when I suck in addition to my movement.
David is close. His eyes are shut, his eyelids fluttering, he bites his lower lip with his mouth half open, holding his breath.
“I’m coming. If you...” Every time, I thought it should be clear by now.
No, I don’t want to let him go, and I shut him up by taking him deep once more.
I hold him tight inside me catching every salty drop he’s giving me.
Slowly, he slides down the tiles and fuck yes, I know what’s coming and I love it.
Nevertheless I cry out in surprise when David grabs my hips on the way down, my cock sliding deep into his throat.
His technique is clearly different from mine, because instead of moving his head, he keeps pulling my hips into his face.
It’s so hot, I can’t hold back, never can.
Taking the lead, I roll my hips and push my cock as far down David’s throat as possible.
His tongue presses against my shaft, giving me even more of the much-needed friction.
Tears well up in his eyes, he gasps and chokes and I want to slow down, but he won’t let me.
“Everything okay?” I hope he understands my moaned question correctly when he grunts in confirmation.
Damn, he looks so devastated, so exhausted, but at the same time so incredibly hot, completely at my mercy.
Having him at my feet like this drives my desire through the roof, sending endorphins rushing through my body.
All attempts to be quiet fail, I moan loudly, losing all control, still hearing his noises, waiting for a sign to stop, but nothing happens and I come so damn hard.
Fuck, has he ever been hotter than right now, on his knees in front of me with tears in his eyes and my cum on his lips?
I sink down to him, grab his head with both hands and kiss him, tasting my cum on his tongue and finding it hotter than I should. “Are you okay?” I have to ask that; I ask it every time.
“Better than ever.” And his gooey smile makes it impossible not to believe him.