Athletic Adventures VI

I was standing in a hot shower, steam rolling out under the curtain and into the bathroom. I was warm, content, and satisfied. It must be something to do with the stud behind me...

Jamie. A 6 foot 2 inch blonde hunk. My boyfriend, lathering me up. Washing my sore muscles. It had been quite a long time since Jamie and I had been together, and I was loving every touch and sensation. My cock was steadily rising in the humid air, and I knew it wouldn't be long before Jamie would use it to pleasure both me and himself.

As he turned me around, I gazed up into those beautiful blue eyes, and I realized I never wanted to look anywhere else.

'I love you, Brant Beckman.'

And before I could reply, he was kissing me. Glorious, tongue exploring kissing. His big, muscular fingers traveled south, cupping my ass. I felt one probe my hole, feeling it's heat. Then, another found its way. I knew what was going to happen, and I never wanted to leave.

Suddenly, a blaring, beeping noise interrupted my bliss. I fought and fought, but eventually curiosity got the better of me, and I pulled back the shower curtain, only to wake up from the best dream I'd had in ages.


Slamming my hand down on the alarm clock that had ruined my dream, I pushed the pillow over my face, desperately wanting the dream to wash over me again. Against my deepest desires, I rolled out of bed and strolled across the hardwood floor of my bedroom. I paused only for a moment to check my reflection, in which an 18 year old boy [no, a man] stared back at me. His dark hair was cropped short, and his muscles were incredible. Abs, biceps...everything was in perfect shape.

I'd spent the summer working at a camp for under privileged children, and several weeks of healthy camp food, swimming, hiking, biking, and running, my body was turning out to be incredible.

The only thing missing was Jamie.

He'd gone on a big vacation with his parents after graduation, and he'd been going across the continent of Europe all summer. Not that I didn't hear from him, of course. I'd received postcards and gifts from every country he'd been in. He asked me to go with him, and I nearly did, but I made over $4,000 dollars in the summer and I was planning a trip of my own for he and I once he had a break from college.

But that didn't mean I didn't miss him.

I kept thinking about our sexual encounters over the last 11 months, and I kept getting more and more anxious to have him come home. Sure, postcards and gifts are nice, but I wanted to hear his voice and feel him in the bed next to me at night. He always knew how to hold me, and damn, could he fuck...


Today was my first day of school, and I was finally a senior. Finally, these years of high school torment could end, and I could start living my life. I could move away with Jamie, and we could run away and be together. I finally pulled myself from looking at my reflection in the mirror and forced myself to shower alone. As the soap washed off of my chiseled form, I thought about my future. Where would this year take me? Would Jamie and I make it through this year being apart?

My first day of school and I was already depressed...

After my lonely shower, I toweled myself off and put on a fresh pair of boxer briefs. Red. Jamie's favorites. Then, completing my outfit with some jeans and a t-shirt, I was ready. I had no one to impress.

It still felt strange for me, not having anything else to grab but my book bag. Ever since the debacle with Coach Kiebach in the freezer at the store, I couldn't handle football anymore. Say what you want, but it kind of scarred me for life. This would be my first year without football, and I was happier without it. I could stay in shape on my own, and I didn't have to impress a new coach or deal with the other guy's jokes.

I grabbed my bag and a few notebooks and pens, then I stumbled out of my room and down the stairs to the kitchen, where I suddenly got very confused.

At first I thought I was still dreaming. On the counter was a rose and a small envelope with my name on it. I pinched myself to make sure I wasn't dreaming.

Now, nursing my tired eyes and a sore spot on my arm, I reached over to open the envelope. Inside was a tiny red card. I opened it, nervously. All it said was, "turn around"...

Cautiously, I turned. And what I saw made me happier than I had been in almost two months.


He was here, in my house, wearing a tank top and some athletic shorts and looking more handsome than I had ever seen him.

'Hey, you,' he crooned at me, in his sexiest voice.

'Hi,' was all I could squeak out. He grinned, and I ran to him and jumped into his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist. I planted a massive kiss on him, causing him to nearly drop me, but he held on tight.

I let every feeling I'd had over the last couple of months out. I started crying, and I became a hot mess. But did I remove my lips from his? Hell no!

After a full 3 minutes, I let his lips leave mine.

'Jamie Nemes, when the hell did you get back?'

'I just got back about 2 hours ago. This is the first place I came after I dropped off my luggage at home. I had to see you.'

'I've been dreaming about you! I'm so happy that you're here and you're not a dream or my imagination! Kiss me again!'

And he did. Only this time, there was something more to it. More primal. More passionate. He wanted to fuck me, and I was going to let him do it.

He placed me on the kitchen counter after pulling my jeans down, not bothering with my shirt or the button on my jeans. I then felt him slide his face between my legs and use his tongue on my hole.

'Oh, fuck!' I moaned, secretly thanking God that my parents were yet again gone. I felt the stubble on Jamie's cheek rubbing against my thighs as he continued to lick and eat my fresh ass hole. After a few moments, I realized how much I needed his cock, so I jumped down off the counter and removed his shorts, and climbed back into his arms. Bracing himself against the pantry door, I felt him enter me, and we both moaned.

He felt so good! So raw! So amazing! I felt myself close to climax even as he entered me. I felt him stiffen too, and only after about 55 seconds of hard sex, we both came together. I could feel his cum washing my insides, and mine splattered in between us, ruining both of our shirts.

We collapsed onto the marble floor in a satiated heap. I sat on his lap, and we stayed that way for awhile. No, it hadn't taken long, but damn, we both needed that.

Suddenly, I remembered why I had woken up so early.

'Shit!' I shouted.

'What's wrong?'

'I totally forgot that I had school today! I only have 30 minutes!'

After that, it was a rush to shower and get changed. Jamie wore his cum spattered tank top, though, like a badge of honor. We ran out the door to his black Hummer 3, and he took off like a bolt of lightning toward the school. I know that he and I had just fucked, but I was still hungry for more. I knew I wouldn't get any until later, and maybe he would make me wait...all night.

That would be something he would do.

Too soon, we were at the school, and Jamie pulled right up to the front steps. Normally, kids were milling around and showing off, but since I was barely on time, everyone had already run to class.

Jamie put the SUV in park and leaned over and kissed me. I put my hand on his face and held it there for the longest time. He pulled back and nipped at my lip and growled a bit.

'Fuck, Jamie. You keep doing that and I'm going to take you in the backseat of this car!' I said, my dick growing in my tight jeans.

'Soon enough, stud,' he replied. 'I'll let you have me tonight. I'll be waiting for you here after school.'

And we were kissing again.

I hopped out of his H3 after a quick grope of his groin, and I headed inside, knowing he would watch my ass in the jeans as I walked away.

Damn, I couldn't wait for school to be over with...

As I walked through the door, I turned to blow Jamie a kiss, and he returned the favor. Then, turning back into the hallway, I saw someone lurking in a doorway to the right.

I'd been spotted...




[email protected]


Rate Story Choose rating between 1 (worst) and 10 (best).

Bookmark and Share

blog comments powered by Disqus