Soccer Buds

Soccer BuddiesThe Ride Back Ch.1

He's 21. Varsity Soccer. 6'4. 190-ish. Jet black curly hair. Jaw chiseled from pale marble. Shit brown eyes. Dark chest hair between his pecks nipple to nipple that lightly trails down his abs then fans out a little past his belly button before it plunges into his track paints. The kind of guy that sits wide leg on an plane, hoody and sunglasses with his hands tucked just under the waist band. Wildly accurate, I know, for I am sitting next to this asshole, my best friend since middle school, on our flight from Toronto back to Seattle. I can see just the beginning of his pubes that are neatly trimmed, and he's free balling. That I know because for one, I've seen his meaty VPL all through customs and security. Two, he hasn't worn underwear since he started growing pubic hair and claimed he was a man now. With exception of his lucky jock when he's on the field, and sometimes as he's walking across the locker room. Speaking of jocks and bare asscheeks. The ass on this guy was the real inspiration for David's rear, just as smooth too; I've always wondered why his ass doesn't match his hairy legs. Food for thought I guess. Anyway. That's Hunter. 

I'm Will. 22. 180lbs.  6'1. Not milky white like my leg spread counter part, but a sun kissed (not burned) Irish. So white, white with freckles. Not a billion of them just 50-60 grand. This of which Hunter desired to name me after as a pet name. He calls me Freckles, I call him annoying. I generally live in a constant, healthy amount of hate for this guy sitting in the middle seat. I should have just let him win the arm wrestle for the isle. I kinda feel sorry for the 10 year old boy in the window seat, but life is pain, and I like winning. Back to my physique so you can get an accurate mental picture. Its defiantly true I have chest hair, but it's no where near sweater status. The definition of my pecks, and abs is easily visible. I keep my pubes trimmed but just enough for them to be curly, I always keep my balls shaved. Unlike the jack ass to my right, I have my foreskin which covers my Johnson until I'm sprouting all 8.5 inches of hard cock, then it can slide almost to the end of my mushroom head. Pretty handy because I don't need spit or lube to beat it. Im not sure what the final numbers are for Hunter's package, but we were always tip to tip growing up. We haven't had a measuring contest since 8th grade, judging by how it swings I'd say we are still similarly matched. 

Hunter: "Fucking finally off this damn plane, my legs are asleep and I have to piss so bad" 

Me: "Poor thing, guess you shouldn't skip work out so much, you might have beat me for the isle seat" 

Hunter: "What ever. Shit. My feet feel so funny right now I can barely walk. Carry me?"

Me: ***walks away***

Hunter leaning against the gangway bridge: "Don't leave your fallen brother behind on the battle field!"

Me: "nah, I'll just tell security that I think you've got a ruptured condom full of coke in your ass, and that's why you're walking funny"

I hear Hunter cuss up a storm, then coach threatens him. 

On the bus: 

Hunter: "Get the fuck up, I want the back bench."

Me sprawled out: "Tough shit, I got here first"

Hunter: "you had the isle seat on the plane, this bench is big enough for the pair of us"

Me: "Tell it to your psychiatrist"

I feel a sharp jab to my groin, stomach, and face. Hunter has climbed over me and is laying on the opposite side of the bench with his left foot resting in my groin. So I do the same to him with mine. As the bus starts the 90 min ride home he passes out. The only thing I can focus on is his foot resting against my hard dick...

He can't be asleep. His foot slipped down and the side of that size 12 foot is very gently every so often caressing my engorged member. He's fucking with me because he knows I haven't gotten laid in the three weeks we've been touring. As the street lights pass I can just make out what I suspected; he's hard too. I'll just return the favor. 

My God his cock is radiating so much heat. Throbbing under my gentle teasing. 

Oh fuck. Hunter's foot is overtly playing with my cock now. Stroking from base to tip, rubbing all over my raging rod. Massaging my balls that with every passing minute are becoming a deeper blue. I reciprocate.

Hunter grabs my foot, and starts moving his hips, grinding his member against my sock less foot. Somehow he manages to keep massaging my cock with his barefoot. 

I can feel every aching throbbing inch of him. The heat is intensifying. His track pants are damp with pre. The street light continue to shed their dull yellow light on this man, using my size 11 foot to pleasure himself. I see him biting his lip in an effort to stifle his moans. 

Hunter is near a fever pitch. Mouth  agape. Just as I think he's about to summit the mount of his pleasure coach turns the over head lights on. Hunter and I scramble to a seated position. Make eye contact for a brief moment. Hunter doesn't look alarmed, in fact he looks hungry, as if he hasn't eaten in weeks. 

Coach: "Alright, everyone off the bus. I've decided that 6am practice ..." he pauses as the whole bus is moaning and cussing "... y'all want it at 03?" Silence, "That's what I thought. Practice is at 6am a week from today." -Over loud cheers- "Y'all deserve it."

Everyone piles off the bus with celebration.

As Hunter and I begin to disembark adjusting our chubs coach calls out. 

"You two. I don't know what y'all've started doing," a long pause. My heart starts pounding. "but keep it up. Led us to win an international tournament. Good game."

As coach slaps us on the ass Hunter winks at me then adjusts his dick. 

As I'm climbing into my truck Hunter calls out, "Coming over?"

I can't see what's going on behind his door, but I'm sure he's playing with himself. My own member is growing quickly. 

"Dude. We live in the same apartment"

Hunter: "I don't know your life"

Me: "Get in your car before you get busted for playing with your dick on school property"

Hunter in a Devil-may-care kinda way: "Nah. I could be doing it on the hood of my car, and not get in trouble. Didn't you hear? You and I are Conquering Heroes!"

As he finishes saying that he tosses his pants into his car, steps out into the beam of his headlights, and yells "International Mother Fucking Champions! Suck my dick losers"

Cars start honking, tires squeal. 

Hunter walks the few feet to my truck, grabs my dick through my pants. Looks me dead in the eyes and asks, "Are you a loser?" Raises an eye brow. He releases my cock only to shove his hand into my pants. Looks up and clearly says to me, "I could be"

Hunter forces my pants down and yells "Suck my dick losers!" 

I step out of my track pants and join in the revelry, hard dicks swinging. 

In stereo we yell it over and over. Cars keep honking. Tires squeal. And everyone yells the same as they drive off. 

Now it's only he and I alone. Hard dicks waving in the breeze. Hunter pushes me against the tailgate of my truck and drops to his knees. I gasp as his tongue licks my balls, traveling up the shaft, to the unsheathed sensitive tip. Hunter makes eye contact as his lips glide over the mushroom head. I shiver with pleasure. The warmth of his mouth engulfing my member inch by inch. The hunger in his eyes growing. 

I feel the slow boil of cum churning in my balls. The tingle of an orgasm from a truly hot blow job. One hand is holding the base of my cock, and his other is crawling up my shirt across my clinched abs. I put both my hands on the back of my best friend's head. Pulling his mouth closer to my body. Fingers intwined in his hair. I start face fucking him. I can hear him moaning to spur me on. 

It's boiling over now. 

Me: "I know you want it"

I stop thrusting and Hunter pulls back so just the tip is in his mouth, so he can taste his salty reward. After the first few jets he pulls the head out and let's one streak across his lips and hands. Back into his mouth for the rest. 

Once I'm back on earth from that orgasm, Hunter cleans off my cock, and jumps up. 

Hunter: "See you at home"

To be continued...?