Soccer Conditioning

From: peter johnson

This story contains acts of a sexual nature between two consenting
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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.