Two football players fucking in a shower. Unimaginative? My first story, so I'm open for critique.
Cory Card thought he left his days of staring at the back of his gym locker back in high school. He picked up the habit in middle school the one time he caught the wrong asshole’s attention and got the shit beat out of him. He’d kept it up for six years, and thought his senior year would be the last time. University was supposed to be the liberal bastion of sodomy and sin, and he shouldn’t have to stare at his locker while changing for practice.
It wasn’t that he wanted to stay in the closet, he didn’t hide the fact that he was bi. He just couldn’t find a less awkward time to come out. He didn’t really brag about conquests, male or female, and he wasn’t in a relationship either. Plus, the places he picked up men and the places he picked up women weren’t the same, and there was only one place Cory seemed to run into his teammates. So he couldn’t really blame them for not figuring out that the freshman linebacker played for both teams.
And, to be honest, most of them seemed like they wouldn’t care, nor would they read anything into stray looks. He managed to break the locker-staring habit, and did well enough to look at whoever was talking to him, but he still had reason enough to keep his eyes fixed where they’d been for most of his teens – Efrain Garza.
He’d been hanging out with the sophomore wide receiver since pre-season conditioning. Garza said he liked chilling with him because Cory was the only one who could pronounce his first name (“I told those fuckers ‘it doesn’t rhyme with refrain’, but they still don’t get it.”). Cory enjoyed his dark humor, and it didn’t hurt that Garza was nice to look at – thick, wavy dark hair, dark eyes, and, while roughly the same height, more ripped where Cory was jacked. He had an easy grin, which, in Cory’s weaker moments, made the blood rush to his groin.
And that part had become more of an issue lately. He knew he was just deluding himself, but more and more it felt like there was more to the casual joking; more and more it felt like flirting. He was pretty sure that Efrain wouldn’t joke with him the same if he knew Cory dated men, yet whether he was aware of it or not, the effect was the same. Cory became more aware of his new friend, which led to his rising dilemma.
Garza had already showered and changed, yet lingered to chat after practice. This was fine most of the time, but Cory found it harder to hide the way Efrain affected him, and sometimes the fact that they were in a room full of other guys changing in or out of their practice uniforms made the effect stronger. The deep voice, with a hint of an accent, made him flush enough; meeting his eyes, or remembering what he looks like under his clothes (sneaking a peek was the worst idea ever), would undo him. He liked Garza, even in the platonic-not-trying-to-fuck-him sense, and he really wasn’t trying to fuck him. But, could the dude have some sense of self-preservation for fuck’s sake?
Cory let himself relax only when they reached the atrium.
“Well, this sucks.” Efrain gestured to the glass doors where a light rain fell on the other side.
“It’s not that bad.”
“Unless you have a half-hour wait for the next bus.”
“Your fault for living in the suburbs.”
“Hey, I don’t live that far away.”
“I drove today, if you want a ride.” Efrain accepted and followed him to the parking garage. Light rain had given way to deluge before they could make it under cover.
“Fuck, if you didn’t take so damn long in the shower,” Efrain laughed, “I’d be standing out there like a jackass when that hit.”
Both remained quiet while the car warmed up and they gradually stopped shivering.
Suddenly, Efrain turned in his seat and turned down the stereo. “Okay, so get this,” he began. “A couple weeks ago, my roommate, Indie comes home…”
“Indie?”
“Yeah, Indie. Grad student, wears glasses, has purple and black hair, tall as fuck,” Efrain answered and Cory suddenly felt nervous. “So, he comes home plastered, bitching about how he wasted the whole night at this party fooling around with some freshman football player.”
“Oh?”
“Apparently, it didn’t take much to lure him into some random corner,” he continued, conspiratorially. “Totally down for it, too. But, the guy turned out to be bi and Indie has this fucking lame ass hang-up about bi men.”
Cory remained silent, remembering the search for a vacant room, the questing fingers and tongues, the sudden shitty excuse about grading some fucking term papers that left him high and dry.
“He asked if you really were on the team.”
“Me? Why’d you think it’s me?”
Efrain arched an eyebrow. “He showed me a picture.”
“Oh. So, why’d he want to know that?”
“Curious, really. Plus, he and I seem to chase the same guys, so if he noticed you, he assumed I’m trying to hit it, too.”
Cory hit the brakes harder than he meant to. “What?” He turned to find the other man grinning wickedly.
“Indie and I have similar tastes – blonde, light eyes, muscle twink.”
Cory barked out a laugh as he turned into the neighborhood. “The fuck is a muscle twink?”
“The kind that I like to make cry.”
He tried to ignore the blood rushing to his dick. “Seriously? Like tears and all that shit?”
“Nah. Nothing like that. Like cumming so hard you can’t control how loud you are.” Efrain explained. “Although, making a guy loud AND weepy would be interesting.”
“Dude, we need to get you some better pick-up lines.” He pulled into the driveway and put the car in park. With the rain continuing to pound against the windows, the car felt too confining, the man in the passenger seat too close for Cory to keep calm. He hoped his face wasn’t as red as it felt. “Most guys who brag about that kinda stuff seem to be the least likely to actually deliver.”
“That sounded like a challenge.”
“And that sounded like a waste of time.” Cory sat back and turned toward Efrain. “I’m sure there’s a point to this.”
“There is,” he said simply. And with that, he leaned over the center console, bringing his mouth close enough to brush against Cory’s as he spoke. “I want to make you cry.”
Lame ass pick-up line or not, a small shiver ran up Cory’s spine as Efrain took his mouth, nibbling his lips and drawing him deeper into the kiss until it made both of them breathless. Cory felt Efrain’s hand tickling up his inner thighs, finding the erection straining the front of his jeans.
“Come in with me.” It seemed more command than request. He broke off the kiss and pulled back far enough to meet Cory’s eyes. “We’ll get soaked, but I have a shower big enough to fuck in while we warm up.” [continued in the comments]
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/3mmaf8/warming_up_mm_athletes
[Part 2] He didn’t trust himself to respond, and instead turned off the car and removed the keys from the ignition. Both men opened their car door and made a run for the house. Efrain opened the door and pulled Cory inside, then pinned him against the door with his body. Here, their kissing became more aggressive and insistent. Hands franticly peeled off sodden clothing, forming a trail as Efrain guided Cory back to his room. Once in his room, Efrain went to pull something from his nightstand, leaving the shivering and nervous linebacker wearing nothing but his boxers in the middle of the room. “The master suite, huh.” “It happened to be the room open when I moved in,” he shrugged. He took Cory by the hand and led him into the adjoining bathroom. The other held a small black bottle and some condoms. “Water-based lube in a shower? Sounds effective.” “Nope, silicone.” Efrain reached in the shower to set both items down on a small bench and turned on the water. Satisfied, he turned back and tugged at the hand he still held. Cory stepped into his arms and kissed him while they shed the last bits of clothing. Now that the room was starting to warm up, he felt more of the blood pooling in his groin, and signs of Efrain’s arousal pressing against his thigh. While Efrain licked and nibbled down his neck and shoulder, Cory admired his body. Dark skin stretched over tightly corded muscles, with a light dusting of dark hair on his forearms and legs. The cut of his obliques and abs angled down into a thatch of dark curly hair from which his long, thick cock stood. While Efrain dug his fingers into Cory’s rounded ass, Cory wrapped his fingers around Efrain’s dick. Efrain yelped. “Dude, your hands are fucking freezing.” Cory chuckled a little and apologized. “Think the water is warm enough?” He pulled away to step inside. Efrain wasn’t kidding about the size of the thing. You couldn’t lay down in it, but there was plenty enough room to bend someone over. Efrain entered behind him. “Nevermind about your hands,” he placed his hands (which were also cold) on Cory’s hips and rubbed his cock between his ass. “Goddamn, your ass is fuckable.” Cory shivered despite the warm water pouring over his body. “Is that how you’re gonna make me cry?” Efrain brushed his lips against his earlobe. “I have my methods,” he purred in a voice that made Cory’s cock throb and his nipples harden. “You have methods?” he mocked. “Seems like all you’ve done so far is tease.” “Is that so?” Efrain abruptly turned him around, pushed him against the wall and licked and bit a trail from neck to abdomen as he lowered himself down onto his knees. “So, no teasing, huh?” His mouth played with the head of Cory’s dick, nipping at the glans and toying with the frenulum with his tongue. “Not even that kind?” “That’s tolerable.” Cory voice faltered when Efrain slid his tongue around the head. He barely noticed when Efrain picked up the little black bottle until his slicked fingers began drawing lazy circles between his cheeks. Efrain slid the other hand behind Cory’s knee to bend the leg and guide his foot onto the corner bench. Fingers continued to rub in little circles from right behind his balls all the way back to press firmly against his hole. The mouth on his cock continued to draw him in. Efrain locked eyes with Cory and slid the very tip of his finger inside. “Fuck,” Cory let out in a shuddering breath. Efrain worked in deeper, playing open his ass, letting Cory’s now rocking hips work his cock further between his lips. “Fuck,” he moaned again, repeating the word over and over as Efrain lightly ground his knuckles against Cory’s sensitive ass. Cory arched his back, adding his own resistance to the grinding. Efrain pulled back his finger enough to begin working in a second up to the knuckles before slowly fucking him. As fingers worked, Efrain’s mouth stayed busy on his dick. Cory thought he gave great head, and thought he’d received it too, but Efrain was something else. Nipping and nibbling with his lips, teasing with both the tip and the flat on of his tongue. Randomly, he’d pause and hold Cory between his teeth, firm enough for the sensation to register. Everything he’d ever read or had been told on the matter absolutely forbid teeth during oral, and he’d had enough experience with bad blowjobs to know how much it hurt when teeth slipped, but, God, if he didn’t moan louder each time Efrain used his. And he performed like he knew he’d be watched, catching Cory’s gaze as he bit, licked, teased. Between Efrain’s skilled hands and mouth, and the sight of the man working his own dick with his free hand, Cory felt like exploding. “I’m getting close,” he panted. “Dial it back some.” Efrain looked up, dick between his teeth, and cocked his eyebrow. He moved his free hand up between Cory’s legs and Cory felt him press firmly between his hole and balls. Then, he attacked, working him harder with fingers and mouth, bringing him closer to climax. Cory tilted back his head and braced his shoulders against the tile wall, thrusting his hips forward. He clenched his teeth, ragged breaths hissing between, feeling the throbbing coil tighter and tighter. He broke hard, somehow cumming and not cumming. A climax without the release of ejaculation. He felt like he’d imploded when everything had been fighting to fling itself outward. Suddenly weak-kneed, he threw out his hands to catch himself on the small inset shelves on either side, sending bottles and soap crashing. He moved his foot off the bench and slid to the ground. [continued in comments]
[part 3, final] Efrain moved up between his knees, kissing him and stroking his abs, which were still contracting from the force of his orgasm. “That was pretty fun to watch.” “What the fuck did you do to me?” “Pressure point. You’ll still cum, but without the jizz,” he explained. “I told you I had my methods.” “I didn’t scream.” “You were trying really hard not to.” Cory had to concede that point. “Also, I’m not done yet, and” he tapped Cory’s still hard cock with his finger, making him gasp. “Neither are you.” He sat back and drew Cory onto his lap. He unwrapped a condom and rolled it down his dick before adding lube. Efrain lifted Cory’s hips and lined-up his cock. He rubbed there, as he had with his fingers, distributing lubricant and relaxing his hole. Still sensitive from his orgasm, the feel of Efrain’s member between his cheeks drew forth more shuddering moans and gasps. Satisfied, Efrain positioned himself against Cory’s ass. “Ready?” Unable to speak coherently, Cory simply nodded and braced his hands on Efrain shoulders. Efrain carefully eased him down on his cock, murmuring “good boy” in his ear. Shit like that should feel demeaning, but Cory throbbed and whimpered every time he did it. “Take it just like that. Good boy, don’t rush.” Cory shivered and clenched around the dick slowly stretching him open until he reached the base. By that time, he already felt like he could blow at any minute. Efrain gave him some time to adjust to his length, gently massaging where Cory’s ass held him with still lubed up fingers. “You’re fucking tight.” Cory felt himself spasm. “You sure I’m not hurting you?” He shook his head. Efrain teased his ass before lifting Cory’s hips, sliding himself almost entirely out, and easing him back down in one fluid thrust. Cory let out a moan that had last from tip to base, and Efrain repeated the move. He continued rolling Cory up and down the length of his dick until he picked up the rhythm. He rode Efrain’s cock, feeling things getting tight inside him. The sounds of their mingling gasps and moans made Cory bold. He thrust down hard, bringing out a clenched jaw growl from Efrain. Cory cried out, head thrown back, back arched, fingers digging into Efrain’s shoulders. Efrain dug his own fingers into Cory’s ass, spreading it apart. “Keep moving,” he ground out and drove Cory’s hips into a hard thrusting pace. He grabbed Cory’s dick and let the thrusting move his hand along the shaft. Cory’s continued cries accented the wet slapping as his ass hit Efrain’s hard thighs. As his climax mounted, it seemed like the only way to let off the excess pressure was to scream louder and louder. His voice rose and echoed through the small room. He broke in waves, cum spilling over Efrain hand, crying out until his voice gave out. Efrain wrapped his arms around his waist and drove him on still. He grabbed Cory’s shoulder between his teeth, the bite getting harder as his own orgasm took him. The pain from the bite and the feel of Efrain’s spasms triggered aftershocks, making Cory clench and spasm around him. He rocked his hips against Efrain, his still twitching dick rubbing against the man’s abs. They fed off each other in this manner, prolonging the climax until they both wound down. Cory disentangled from Efrain and eased himself off. He sat next to him, knees drawn up, shivering despite the warm water pouring over him. He felt the water sting where Efrain had bitten him; most likely, he broke the skin. “Holy fuck,” he whispered, his voice too raw and broken for anything else. “I was not expecting that.” He looked as shocked as Cory felt. He slipped his arm around Cory’s waist and let Cory rest his head on his shoulder. “Yeah,” Cory agreed and then passed the fuck out. *** Cory woke up with a sore ass and a sore throat in a bed he barely recognized. A bandage covered his shoulder. The contents of his pockets sat on the nightstand in front of him. Under them were the clothes Efrain had pulled off him earlier. They smelled like fresh laundry. Efrain laid next to him, curled up against his back, an arm flung over his waist. “Fuck, is it going to be like that every time?” he whispered. “God, I fucking hope so.” As Cory settled down to go back to sleep, he realized that he rather liked being made to cry.