18. Lucas
Lucas
I couldn’t have cared less about basketball, but I hadn’t hung out with the guys yet in the village.
Honestly, the dance club was the only time that it wasn’t an official team thing.
Cam might seem carefree about letting more people know he’s gay, but I was still worried, especially after the locker room payback.
So, I didn’t want it to be obvious that Cam and I were squirreling away in our own little world.
I used the time to catch up on social media and check my email.
“Hey. Luke.”
I felt someone tapping my thigh. “What?” I asked, yawning.
“You fell asleep, bro. Let’s head up,” Ty answered. I opened my eyes and looked around. The twins were still watching, along with some other athletes.
“Okay. Where’s Cam?” I asked.
“He already left.”
“Oh.”
“You guys leaving?” Graham asked.
“Yeah, bro. See you tomorrow.”
“Good night, Grant. Graham,” I said.
“‘Night!” they said.
Ty said good night before I could even hit the button for Cam’s floor.
“See you tomorrow.”
“I should take advantage of having the room to myself, but I’m striking out,” Ty admitted.
“Well, keep trying. And...uh...I’m not so sure you’ll be alone tonight.”
“Oh?”
“Yeah, I’m unsure if I took the locker room thing too far.”
“Don’t sweat it. I’m sure Cam is fine.”
“I guess I’ll see. Later.”
I knocked. I don’t know why; I knew the code. Please don’t make me knock again. The door opened and Cam was there. Wearing just black bikini briefs. “Damn, where’d those come from?”
“You don’t recognize them? They’re yours.” He smiled.
“You little sneak,” I teased and went to kiss him. He stepped back. Shit, he is mad.
“Before any of that starts,” Cam asked, “do you trust me?”
“Of course.”
“Good. Then let me take care of you tonight.”
“Sounds good to me,” I answered. Guess he’s not mad.
“Do as I tell you, Luke. Okay?”
I nodded. I could relax more if I wasn’t in control. Cam stepped towards me and started taking my shirt off. I tried to help, but he swatted my stomach, and said, “Nope, I didn’t tell you to help.”
“Sorry,” I said sheepishly.
He didn’t strip my shirt all the way off, though. It was only halfway off. He had exposed my stomach and trapped my arms against my head. I couldn’t see anything. And then I realized what he was doing.
I felt his hands on my waist, turning me towards his bed.
From behind me, he pushed, maneuvering my body as if it were a puppet.
He told me when to step forward and when to stop until he told me to turn around towards his voice.
I twitched a little when I felt him kiss my left nipple.
He kissed the right one next, and then his hair tickled my stomach as he trailed his lips down past my belly button and lower, though he ignored my growing bulge.
“You tease.”
He swatted my butt, shushed me and said, “No more talking. You can only say ‘Yes, sir’ or ‘No, sir.’”
Kinky. “Yes, sir.”
“Good. Now, lift your right foot.”
I did and felt him place it on his knee. He started undoing my laces. He slipped my shoe and then my sock off.
“You can put it back down.” He repeated the same for my other foot.
He was taking his time, but I didn’t mind.
I felt his hands on the waistband of my sweats.
He tugged them lower. My dick was hard and straining my briefs to their limit.
The waistband caught on my dick as he pulled them off.
He was teasing me and I loved it. He finally had lowered them enough that my dick popped free and bounced up.
I felt pressure on the head of my dick. He was sucking it through the fabric. I had to stifle a groan.
“Someone’s enjoying themselves,” he said.
“Yes, sir.”
“Good.”
I gasped as he tore my briefs down. His fist engulfed my hard dick almost immediately, and he squeezed.
“Mine,” was all he said before removing his hand. I heard some rustling. It sounded like he was taking his clothes off and messing with a plastic bag. His hands were on my waist again soon enough. My dick was still at attention.
“You look ready,” he said.
I nodded. His hand was on my dick again. I felt a finger push under my foreskin and swirl around. I was wet with precum, and I almost fell over from the sensation. His finger retreated, and I heard a slurping sound.
“Did you just-”
“What did I say, Luke? Zip it. I want you to relax. Here. Step back a little.”
His hands guided me. My arms felt like jelly, but I didn’t care. I liked not seeing anything.
“Lie back on the bed, head on the pillow. Keep your arms up,” he ordered. “You still trust me?”
As I fell onto the bed and squirmed into position, I said, “Yes, sir,” despite being a little nervous.
I wasn’t used to Cam taking the lead. I heard Cam fiddling with something above me to my right, and then he was doing the same on my left.
He grabbed my left arm and extended it upward a little.
I felt something encircle my wrist and tighten. He’s tying me to the headboard.
“You okay?”
“Yes, sir.” I could feel my dick leaking onto my stomach.
He moved to my right arm and secured that as well. “Fuck, Luke. You are so hot right now. Mind if I take a pic? I want to remember this.”
“No, sir.”
“No, you don’t mind, or no, don’t take a pic? You can say.”
“I don’t mind, sir.” I didn’t fucking mind at all.
This was the hottest thing that had ever happened to me.
I never thought about bondage before, but Cam, who had seemed about as vanilla as one could get, apparently had.
In mild shock, the slight ache in my balls was enough to override any fear left.
The need to cum was urgent, and he had barely touched me.
I heard his phone click a few times, and then I felt his weight at the bottom of the bed.
I spread my legs in anticipation, humping the air above my dick.
His hands pressed down, one on each thigh.
If I wasn’t tied down, I would’ve leapt off the bed as Cam’s tongue circled each of my balls.
“Chupame las bolas,” I moaned. His tongue was magic.
I jumped as he slapped my hard dick, then relaxed as he continued to focus on my balls.
Licking, sucking, floating each one around in his mouth.
He pulled back, tickling them with his hair, before settling back down and lapping at them like two scoops of ice cream.
His left hand stayed on that thigh, but I felt his right hand slowly work its way up to my stomach.
He massaged my abs as he continued to savor his time down there.
Tentatively, I felt his hand move lower.
As it reached the base of my hard dick, his fingertips connected, fully encircling it, holding it straight in the air.
His weight shifted from between my legs to next to my shoulder. He pulled my shirt off and I blinked to readjust to the light. I looked up and met his smile with one of my own, and he bent down to give me a quick but passionate kiss.
“I want you to see this part,” he said. I knew this wasn’t about kissing tonight. Cam might be a little kinky, but I slowly realized why he tied me up as he made his way back down to my dick. This was about control, and who had it. Namely, Cam. He was going to suck me off.
“Sorry, if I’m bad at this, but it’s my first time.”
I knew I was breaking the rules, but I said, “It’ll be great, Cam, because it’s you.”
He smiled. “You can say whatever you want now. I was trying not to psych myself out, and it was easier if you were a little more vulnerable.”
“I get it.”
I watched his eyes leave mine and slide down my body. His pupils dilated when he got to my dick, and I watched as he put his nerves aside, reached out to my dick and lowered his mouth onto it. I resisted the urge to thrust upwards. I did not want to fuck this up.
Cam increased the suction and swirled his tongue around my foreskin.
He hadn’t done this before, but it didn’t matter.
As long as he didn’t bite it off, Cam could do whatever he wanted.
It was better that he had no experience.
Most guys I had been with had never seen foreskin before, but it didn’t weird Cam out at all and it was refreshing.
I was also already so turned on, Cam didn’t need to be gentle.
I was soaked with precum. My foreskin was slick, and Cam’s spit added to it.
Cam went deeper, but he pulled off quickly to cough.
“It’s okay, Cam. Take it easy.”
“I don’t know how you take all of mine. You’re smaller than me and I can’t even fit half of you in my mouth.”
“Cam, it’s not a problem. Your mouth feels amazing. If you want to be a deep throat champion, we can work on it. Just do what’s comfortable right now. This’ll be fast. Seeing your mouth on my dick almost made me shoot.”
“The things you say are so sweet. I’m just happy I can do this and not freak out. I want to make you feel good.”
I wiggled my hips, waving my dick back and forth, and playfully said, “Then you know what to do.”
The determined look in his eyes almost made me laugh.
Of course, Cam would take dick-sucking as seriously as world-class gymnastics.
I wasn’t sure if it was because I could watch, but Cam’s intensity increased this round.
He started by pulling my foreskin back, exposing the glans, and then teased his tongue around it, before slurping as much as he could into his mouth.
He worked my shaft with his right hand, and played with my balls with his left.
I wouldn’t last much longer with how he was stroking and sucking in perfect rhythm.
How is he so good at this already?
As thoughts of Cam’s perfect ass and other things we could do together flitted around in my thoughts, Cam’s fingers moved from my balls, and one of them brushed my taint, resting in between my cheeks. As soon as he pushed inwards, I lost it. “Fuuuck! I’m cumming!”
It had been building for so long; I tried to rein it in, but it was too much stimulation.
Cam did his best to swallow some of it, but I bucked him off after the first spurt, and the rest kind of went all over.
The sheets, my chest, Cam’s hand. I was still blissed-out in a post-orgasmic coma, when Cam scooped up some jizz from where it had pooled on my washboard stomach, and lubed his dick with it.
“Jesus, Cam.”
He scooted up, so he was kneeling between my legs, and I watched his incredible body as he pumped his dick.
Sweat gleamed on his chest; his muscles were taut.
His hair was a complete mess and plastered to his forehead.
He was staring at my dick, which, despite having spent its load, was hardening again at the sight before me.
Cam knew he could cum wherever he wanted.
It was clear he was claiming me, not with his words like before, but with his seed.
With his other hand, he grabbed my hardening dick and squeezed out the last of my orgasm. My cum pooled at the tip, encircled by my foreskin. He swiped at it, and slowly brought his finger to my mouth as he stared straight into my eyes.
He pulled his finger out quickly, threw his head back, and swore.
His first shot hit me straight in the face, and I opened my mouth, hoping for another one.
Ready for it, he rewarded me with his second, and I swallowed the salty sweetness.
For what felt like a minute, his dick kept pumping all over my body.
I was covered and Cam was wrecked. He collapsed on top of me, our bodies squishing together.
My dick was hard again after that display, and Cam’s weight only prolonged its rigidity.
“That was amazing, Cam. You were...impressive.”
He groaned in response.
“Good groan?”
“The best. Thanks for making it so easy.” He pulled off of me, and our cum-web was pretty impressive.
“I’ll have to call you Spider-boy now, with how much you just shot all over me,” I said.
He seemed to finally take in the result of his orgasm, and blushed. “Yeah, I guess I made a mess. Let’s go shower and then...we can cuddle?”
I nodded. Cam stood up and went to the bathroom to start the shower.
“Hey Cam!” I yelled. “Forgetting something?”
He jogged back in, giggling, and apologized. “Sorry, I did.” He started to work on the ropes.
“Where did you get bondage rope, anyway?”
“I stopped at the store by the hotel. It’s actually a clothesline,” Cam said.
“So domestic.”
“I’m not sure I can untie these. You pulled the knots pretty tight. I’ll have to find scissors,” Cam pulled off me, a serious expression on his face.
He stood up and got his phone. “I’ll ask the team if anyone has some.”
“Are you serious right now?”
“Nope.” he smiled. “But you deserved that after the locker room.”
I laughed at his ruse, which had fooled me. “You weren’t the least bit turned on?”
“Of course I was. You’ve seen their bodies. I just hope they didn’t see my huge boner.”
“Well, they know you have a big dick. I’m sure they can surmise it turns into a huge boner,” I answered.
“Well, let’s hope not,” Cam said as he finished untying me.
We showered quickly, but I made sure to scrub the cum out of my stubble. I did not want that visible on TV tomorrow. Cam found a spare blanket in the closet and replaced our cum-covered one, which he now referred to as the ‘sex blanket’ and we settled into bed.
I didn’t bother wearing clothes anymore.
I just wanted to press my skin against his.
It made me feel closer to him. He set his alarm.
The finals weren’t until eleven o’clock, but we needed to get some breakfast and loosen up before we met at the arena.
He plugged in my phone, too. I bought another charger because of the last time.
“Good night, Luke.”
“‘Night, Cam.”
We kissed, his tongue slipping into my mouth briefly. He tugged me closer to him, and I nestled into his arms. I felt safe. I hope he did too.