When practice was over, we both changed our footwear fast and left, not even saying goodbye individually to Andy and Paul, but to everyone as a whole. Leaving made my heart ache and beat faster, I could feel that Johnny was holding it tight and that I was now fully his. All my attention and my desires lay with him now.
“I was shit today, though.” I whined once we were out, but still within earshot. Johnny just waved at me, to calm down.
“You were quite good.” Then held a pause. “You alright, Robbie?”
“Yeah, yeah.” I lie even if my whole body is pumping adrenaline like crazy. Would it be anti-climatic that I might just know everything already? Is it wrong that I might just guess what will happen and what will the future hold for both of us, at least in the nearest future? At least for the summer? Even if we’ve only got a handful of it left? “I’m just…”
Johnny looks at me properly since we’ve been avoiding each other during practice and I run a hand through my hair.
“I’m alright, just tired. But hey, nice evening and day ahead.” I grin at him and he just follows back with his own broad smile.
“You sure you don’t want beer? I can really just buy it.” He says and I shake my head once more, barely functioning and wondering how will everything unfold. My mind keeps going places before the future even reaches it in any way, before it unfolds and maybe I am expecting far too much. We just texted all anxiously, holding pauses and just checking how the other was doing. Maybe there was still a possibility that he still didn’t care? Was that even possible at this point? He wanted a nice evening for both of us.
My blood kept getting warm and cold, just my whole body reacting as if I were in a roller-coaster and he was right besides me, holding my hand and laughing as the lights would go dark and sudden turns happened.
I couldn’t help but wonder what the hell was going to happen and how would things escalate, where would things lead and I just kept wanting time to go faster, as we went towards Johnny’s stop, him smiling at me. Maybe he knew that I knew.
“Last chance to get beer.” He reminded me and I just shook my head, trying to make sure that I don’t say anything too stupid.
“I’m alright, honestly.” I don’t say that I’m eager to finally be alone with him properly, to see what he has to say and possibly hear much more and something beyond touch. I couldn’t get myself to stop being so pumped and frankly it seemed to be the same with Johnny. We kept talking about practice, but I couldn’t help but forget what the fuck were we even talking about. The bus ride felt long and Johnny himself kept tapping his fingers against his thigh, impatiently. We were both bad. Something was clearly in the air between us.
What the hell does make a person tip over and fall into the water? No matter how icy or how deep it may be? How the hell?
Once we got off the bus, Johnny seemed to ponder a bit, before we made our way to the house. We still kept musing over the practice and shifting to games we had seen in the past few days, even if we’ve discussed them earlier. It was as if… we were making small talk and failing miserably at it.
Johnny closed the door and looked at me, holding the handle still.
“We’re here.” He says a bit worried, but the smile doesn’t wipe off his face.
“Yeah.” For the evening between us. I don’t repeat it, but it rings through my ears again. We just stand there and I’m sure I can hear the heartbeat between both of us. I wonder if our hearts are even beating just as fast as the other? He does a small step closer to me. I can’t feel anything, my world gets ripped out from me, I barely have the capacity to swallow or blink even. He’s made his decision.
I look at him directly in the eye. It all happens faster than it feels with him pulling me closer by the shirt, leaning even closer.
He kisses me and it’s completely different, I hear him moan, releasing all the tension we’ve had for the past few weeks. It’s all been whirlwind and crazy. I wrap my arms around him, opening my mouth under his as our tongues touch and slowly rub against each other. Now I moan softly, as he presses his body against my own and I can feel his growing erection against my own. My whole body flares up as we kiss a bit faster, Johnny’s hands on my back, pulling me as close as he can.
I shove thoughts away, kiss him harder, biting his lower lip and he breaks the kiss, going directly for my neck. I run my fingers through his curls, as he keeps kissing me lower and lower on the neck. Kissing my shoulder now, lifting up the shirt and taking it off, exposing my torso and I breathe even heavier.
“Upstairs… yeah?” He asks me and I nod, barely, knowing where all of this is finally headed. He takes my hand and we go up the stairs, I can hear my heartbeat in my ears now.
I am intoxicated with everything that is happening, I’ve never felt so grounded before and watching every move as we enter his room and he locks the room just in case, throwing my shirt asides and taking his off. I still feel our sweat against each other, realizing that we would fuck after practice. Usually I would be knackered but I always found it terribly hot and it seemed funny that I would get pretty horny after working out, like that old Grindr bot. We look at each other, knowingly and satisfied with the way the world is turning. I kiss him again, just as lustfully as downstairs and I run my hands down his toned chest. I never considered myself that much into toned men, but he’s driving me crazy with every single touch.
My mind drifted off, only actions becoming me. Johnny breaks the kiss and kisses my cheek, before kissing my ear.
“Ever since you told me that I should start by topping you, I can’t stop thinking about it.” I swallow far too turned on and Johnny strokes my cock over the football shorts. I’m terribly turned on and erect. “I want to see how you look when you’re getting fucked hard.”
I could only look at him, in daze from all his words and kiss him again.
“Fuck me then.” I say and Johnny keeps stroking my cock as I gasp. He then goes on his knees, pushing my shorts down, exposing my boxers. Johnny kisses my cock over the underwear, as I feel myself twitch. Thankfully we’re standing close to the bed, so I grab its wooden frame, breathing heavily. I didn’t think he would even take my cock in his mouth at this point.
“First things first.” He says and pulls out my cock. Johnny licks off the precum, before I can even say anything to the straight guy. I feel terribly sensitive and I keep moaning as he just focuses on the head of my cock, slowly making his way down the shaft but he doesn’t take too much of me, after all it is his first time. I put one hand on the back of his head, motioning for him to take as much as he can. He starts sucking and I feel myself far too close to orgasm, so I have to fucking make that seen otherwise I’ll come in his mouth. I didn’t even realize how turned on I would be from his sole touch.
“Johnny… I’ll come.” Johnny looks up at me, causing me to only pull out of him, barely breathing and pushing the hair away from my eyes. He looks a bit like a kid whose toy got taken away.
“You’re right, better have you begging me to fuck you harder.” And he stands up, kissing me ad I can taste myself briefly. We make out for a bit as I dare to put my hand on his cock. It’s bigger than I had imagined as I trail my fingers up and down, causing Johnny to look at me lustfully once we break the kiss. I take off my shorts fully now and turn towards his to pull them down, exposing his gorgeous big cock. I knew that he was hung, but it still takes me by a pleasant surprise. I want to take him in my mouth, but I’m far too desperate to get fucked and judging by him, he is also eager to get to the main course.
“Lie down. I’ll have to go slow at first.” I actually assess his monster. Johnny follows my instructions and I wonder if he just went in and destroyed Heather, but then I’m sure I’ll end up like that as well. I’ll let him just slide in and pound me soon enough as I get used to his size, but it’s necessary to ease into it. He reaches out to his bedside table and takes out a condom. I guess straight guys don’t use lube, but then I wasn’t too fond of it even if I have a tube at home. Johnny puts it on and I go towards him, kissing him as he runs his hands down my sides, licking my lips.
I breathe in deeply before sliding the tip of his cock inside me. I wince, I’m certain that I’ll be able to take him, since I’ve got a fair sized dildo back at home so you can say I’m a bit trained, not to mention I’ve fucked before numerous times.
“You’ve fucking got such a huge cock.” I breathe out, as I slide more inside me. “It’s so fucking big.”
Johnny grins at me, putting his hands on my ass. Cocky bastard, literally.
There you go, I slide the rest in and wait to get adjusted to his size before starting to ride him. My cock is rock hard still, which Johnny teases with his fingers by stroking the underline of the shaft. He slowly starts stroking, which causes me to ease a bit with the subtle pain I’m feeling.
“I have some lube somewhere, if that would help.”
“Nah, I should be fine.” I say and slowly start riding him, very slow and in and out, gasping from the wave of pleasure finally hitting me after a few times. I look down at Johnny, who bites his lips, never tearing his eyes of me and I feel terribly sexy with him watching me like this.
“Fuck…” He says and I can see that he’s holding himself from fucking me into the mattress. “You’re so fucking hot.”
I can feel him being fully erect inside me. Johnny keeps stroking me lightly now, that the pain is gone and all I feel is deep sweet pleasure. He feels amazing inside me and he keeps stretching me slowly, as I feel myself give in to him more and more. I keep riding him, moaning now pretty loudly, so I see why it’s better that we are alone.
“You’ve been dying to have me fuck you, haven’t you?” Johnny breaths out, watching me and slowly starting to fuck me as well, keeping up my pace.
“Yeah.” He thrusts harshly in me. “Fuck. Yes. I’ve been wanking to you so much. Couldn’t help but imagine your cock deep up my ass.”
He stops me and starts fucking me harder as much as he can from his position, causing me to gasp, as he lets go of my cock and all my pleasure is focused on him fucking me. I look at him in eye, after having my eyes closed, focused on the pleasure.
“I bet you want to fuck me on fours… don’t you, Johnny?” I mock him and he just bites his lips, thrusting even harsher to shut me the fuck up. I moan his name out, myself thrusting against his huge cock, shaking from all the pleasure.
“Well… why don’t you go on fours, then?” Johnny asks as he stops suddenly and I feel desperate to keep on fucking, my cock leaking some precum again, which he traces with his finger and the puts in his mouth, licking it off. I get off his cock, my legs shaking as Johnny makes way for me on the bed. I grab his pillow and position myself, breathing heavily and waiting.
“Aren’t you going to fuck me?” I ask and Johnny just smirks.
“I’m enjoying the view.” I turn around and he’s besides me on his knees and stroking his cock twice, before getting closer to me. “You have no idea how sexy you look when you’re desperate.”
“C’mon… just fuck me, please.” And I lean against the pillow harder, spreading my ass for him, exposing myself entirely in all sexual vulnerability. He doesn’t move. “Please…”
And Johnny slides in suddenly, causing me to wince from the sudden size up my ass. But then he starts fucking me roughly, picking up a much faster pace. I start moaning really loudly in time for every thrust, clutching the pillow and feeling myself get fucked so good. So damn good. He keeps sliding in and out, doing it all terribly fast, keeping up the pace and I get surprised at his stamina, as I look back to see him all sweaty and desperate to keep fucking me.
“Come for me, Robbie.” I grab the pillow harsher and he thrusts even harsher than he possibly can. I start feeling myself unravel and I grab my cock, thrusting furiously with it against my hand, hearing Johnny moan and slide deeply inside me, which causes me to breathe fast and soon enough I feel an intense wave of pleasure hit me as I feel Johnny spread me even more. I scream out his name, eyes shut and face in the pillow, feeling myself ejaculate and now dripping from my hand. Johnny keeps fucking me slower, before letting go of me, sliding out slowly and we both collapse on his bed. He hands me a box of tissues which is in the same condom drawer and I wipe my hand off, barely catching my breath and looking at him.
I grab him and pull him into a long, tired kiss.
This is what it’s all been leading up to, isn’t it? I really enjoy writing sex scenes and most my stories have them. I’m sorry for the two week hiatus, but here I am, back in style. I hope the wait was worth it. With sex scenes, I just like taking my time about them, imagining everything graphic. I kind of plan them out, that they should happen, as I get tired that people think that sex is unnecessary. It’s fun, it’s sex, it’s great. I understand from an ace person’s perspective, but from everyone else? I just think that it shouldn’t still be frowned upon in the way that it is. I wanted the story to have a sex scene and that’s how the rest of the story built up.