The sun blazed over the asphalt basketball court in Blowjob City, a place where the air seemed charged with unspoken possibilities. Carl and Roberto had been shooting hoops for about half an hour, their bodies glistening with sweat, their laughter cutting through the humid afternoon. Carl, 26, was lean and wiry, with short dark hair and brown eyes that sparkled with mischief. Roberto, a year younger at 25, was a sight to behold—dark skin, piercing green eyes, a chiseled jaw, and a flat, sculpted stomach that seemed carved from stone.
His beauty was almost divine, the kind that made Carl’s pulse quicken, though he tried to play it cool. Roberto was straight, or so everyone thought, with a confident swagger that made him seem untouchable, the kind of guy no one would peg as anything but a ladies’ man.The heat was unbearable, and the game had grown stale. “Screw this,” Roberto said, wiping sweat from his brow. “Too damn hot.” They collapsed onto a bench at the edge of the court, their chests heaving, sweat dripping down their skin.
Carl stole a glance at Roberto, who peeled off his soaked tank top, revealing a torso that was pure perfection—tight abs, smooth dark skin, a faint trail of hair leading down to his waistband. Carl felt a stir in his shorts, his cock twitching, hardening against the thin fabric. Panicked, he crossed his arms over his lap, hoping to hide the growing bulge.
He couldn’t help but imagine leaning forward, pressing his lips to Roberto’s sweat-slicked stomach, tasting the salt on his skin.Roberto, either unaware or pretending to be, followed suit, tossing his shirt aside. “Much better,” he said, stretching his arms, his muscles flexing in a way that made Carl’s mouth go dry. The sight of those abs, the way they rippled under the sunlight, was almost too much. Carl’s desire was a living thing, pulsing in his veins, but he stayed still, his hands firmly covering his erection.
Roberto stood abruptly, stepping in front of Carl, his body towering over him, the sun casting a halo around his dark hair. “Yo, I got an idea,” he said, his voice low, a new edge to it—something daring, almost reckless.Carl looked up, his heart pounding. “What’s that?”Roberto’s green eyes locked onto his, a slow, wicked grin spreading across his face. “How about I show you my cock, and you show me yours?”Carl froze, his mind spinning. Was this a joke? Roberto was straight—always talking about girls, always the charmer. But the look in his eyes, the way they burned with curiosity, told a different story. There was no mockery there, only a raw, unspoken want. Carl’s cock throbbed harder, betraying him completely. “You serious?” he asked, his voice shaky.“Dead serious,” Roberto said, his grin widening. “Come on, man. I know you’re curious. I am too.”Carl swallowed hard, his pulse racing. He nodded, unable to form words. Roberto didn’t hesitate. He hooked his thumbs into his shorts, tugging them down with his boxers in one swift motion. His cock sprang free, half-hard, thick, and slightly curved to the side, nestled in a patch of dark hair. It was gorgeous, just like the rest of him. Carl’s cock jumped in his shorts, straining against the fabric, his desire impossible to conceal.“What do you think?” Roberto asked, his voice teasing, one hand lazily stroking himself, his cock hardening under his touch.Carl managed a grin, his mouth dry. “Looks fucking perfect. But, uh… why’s it getting hard?”Roberto stepped closer, his eyes darkening with intent. He reached down, his hand brushing over Carl’s shorts, feeling the hard outline of his cock. “Why’s yours hard?” he shot back, his voice low and husky. Before Carl could respond, Roberto’s hand closed around his bulge, squeezing gently. “Damn, Carl, you’re packing.”Carl’s breath hitched, his body trembling with need. Roberto pulled him to his feet, and their lips crashed together in a kiss that was all fire and hunger.
Their tongues tangled, sloppy and desperate, tasting sweat and raw desire. Roberto’s hands roamed Carl’s body, tugging at his shirt, pulling it off to reveal Carl’s lean frame. Carl returned the favor, stripping Roberto’s remaining clothes, their hands frantic as they shed every barrier until they stood naked, their hard cocks brushing against each other.“Fuck, you’re hot,” Roberto murmured against Carl’s lips, his hands gripping Carl’s ass, pulling him closer. “Been thinking about this for a while.”Carl’s heart soared, his cock throbbing at the confession. “You? Mr. Straight?” he teased, his voice thick with lust.Roberto chuckled, his green eyes glinting. “Guess I’m not that straight with you.” He kissed Carl again, deeper, his hands sliding up Carl’s back, fingers digging into his skin. “Fuck, I want you.”Carl didn’t need more encouragement.
He dropped to his knees, his hands on Roberto’s thighs, marveling at the sight of his cock—thick, veined, with a glistening tip that begged to be tasted. He leaned in, inhaling the musky, intoxicating scent, a mix of sweat and something uniquely Roberto. His tongue flicked out, licking from the base to the tip, savoring the salty precum. Roberto groaned, his hands tangling in Carl’s hair. “Fuck, yeah, suck it,” he urged, his voice rough.Carl took him into his mouth, his lips stretching around Roberto’s girth, his tongue swirling over the head. He sucked slowly at first, then harder, taking Roberto deeper until the tip hit the back of his throat. Roberto’s moans were soft, almost tender, his hips rocking gently. “So fucking good, Carl,” he whispered, his fingers tightening in Carl’s hair.
Carl’s hands moved lower, cupping Roberto’s heavy balls, rolling them gently, then taking one into his mouth, sucking carefully as Roberto’s moans grew louder. “Shit, man, you’re killing me,” Roberto gasped, his hands gripping Carl’s shoulders.Carl worked him over, alternating between sucking his cock and lavishing attention on his balls, his hands kneading Roberto’s firm ass. The sounds Roberto made—soft, needy whimpers—drove Carl wild, his own cock leaking precum onto the ground. He wanted to make Roberto lose control, to hear him beg.
Roberto pulled Carl up, kissing him hard, tasting himself on Carl’s lips. “Turn around,” he said, his voice a low growl. He guided Carl to the bench, bending him over, his hands spreading Carl’s cheeks. “Fuck, look at this ass,” Roberto murmured, his fingers teasing Carl’s hole. “You want me to fuck you, don’t you?”“Yes,” Carl gasped, his body trembling with anticipation. “Fuck me, Roberto. I need it.”Roberto spit on his fingers, slicking Carl’s hole, working one finger inside, then two, stretching him slowly.
Carl moaned, pushing back against Roberto’s hand, desperate for more. “You’re so tight,” Roberto said, his voice thick with lust. He aligned his cock, pressing the tip against Carl’s entrance, then pushed in slowly, inch by inch, until he was buried deep. Carl let out a soft, almost inaudible cry, the stretch intense but perfect, his body adjusting to Roberto’s size.“Fuck, you feel amazing,” Roberto groaned, his hands gripping Carl’s hips. He started slow, each thrust deliberate, but soon his pace quickened, his cock slamming into Carl with raw force. “Take it, Carl,” he growled, his voice rough with effort. “Take every fucking inch.”Carl’s moans grew louder, his body rocking with each thrust, his cock bouncing against his stomach, untouched but dripping. “Harder, fuck, harder,” he begged, his voice hoarse. Roberto obliged, pounding into him, the bench creaking under their weight, the sound of skin on skin echoing in the empty lot. “You love this, don’t you?” Roberto taunted, leaning down to bite Carl’s shoulder. “Love my cock in your ass.”“Yes, fuck, yes,” Carl cried, his body trembling with pleasure. The intensity built, their bodies slick with sweat, until Roberto’s thrusts grew erratic. “Gonna cum,” he growled, and with a final, deep thrust, he spilled inside Carl, his cum hot and overwhelming.
Carl’s own orgasm hit, his cum spraying onto the bench as his body shook, overwhelmed by the raw pleasure.Roberto pulled out, his cum dripping down Carl’s thighs. Carl turned, dropping to his knees, and Roberto stroked himself, his cock still hard. “Open your mouth,” Roberto ordered, his voice commanding. Carl obeyed, and Roberto came again, his cum splashing across Carl’s face and into his mouth. Roberto leaned down, licking his own cum off Carl’s face, then kissed him deeply, their tongues tangling in a passionate, messy kiss. Carl shuddered, the intimacy of it overwhelming.Roberto grinned, slapping Carl’s ass playfully. “Come on, let’s hit the showers.”Carl laughed, pulling Roberto in for another kiss. “You’re fucking insane,” he said, his voice still shaky.They gathered their clothes and headed to the nearby community center, where the showers were a steamy, tiled haven. Blowjob City’s open, hedonistic vibe meant the showers were often a place for more than just cleaning off. Under the hot water, their bodies pressed close, slick with soap. Roberto pushed Carl against the tiles, kissing him hard, his hands roaming over Carl’s chest. “You’re not done yet, are you?” Roberto teased, his hand sliding down to stroke Carl’s cock, already hardening again.“Fuck no,” Carl replied, his voice thick with need. He dropped to his knees, the water cascading over them, and took Roberto’s cock into his mouth, sucking greedily. Roberto groaned, his hands gripping Carl’s hair, guiding him. “Suck it, Carl,” he growled. “Show me how much you want it.”Carl did, his lips and tongue working Roberto’s cock until he was rock hard again. Roberto pulled him up, spinning him around, and pressed him against the wall. “Gonna fuck you again,” he said, his voice rough. He spit on his hand, slicking himself, and entered Carl in one smooth thrust.
Carl moaned, his hands braced against the tiles, the water amplifying every sensation. Roberto’s thrusts were relentless, his cock hitting deep, his hands gripping Carl’s hips. “You’re mine now,” Roberto growled, his voice echoing in the shower.“Fuck, Roberto, give it to me,” Carl gasped, his body trembling with each thrust. “Fill me up again.” Roberto’s pace quickened, his cock slamming into Carl, the sound of wet skin on skin mixing with the water’s rush. “You like this, huh?” Roberto taunted, his fingers digging into Carl’s hips. “Straight guy fucking you silly.”
Carl moaned, his cock throbbing, untouched but ready to burst. “Yes, fuck, don’t stop,” he begged. Roberto’s thrusts grew erratic, his breath ragged. “Gonna cum in you,” he growled, and with a final, deep thrust, he spilled inside Carl, his cum hot and thick. Carl’s orgasm hit, his cum splashing against the tiles as his body shook, overwhelmed by the intensity.They collapsed against each other, the water washing away the evidence of their passion. Roberto grinned, his green eyes soft. “Didn’t think I’d be into this,” he admitted, his voice low. “But fuck, with you, it’s something else.”Carl smirked, pulling him close. “Told you Blowjob City brings it out of you.”The days that followed were charged with a new energy. They’d play basketball, their games laced with lingering glances and teasing touches, knowing where it would lead. One evening, after a particularly intense game, they found themselves back on the same bench, the air heavy with anticipation.
Roberto straddled Carl, their bodies still sweaty, and kissed him hard. “You’re gonna ride me this time,” Roberto said, his voice a low growl.Carl grinned, his hands working Roberto’s shorts off. “Fuck yeah,” he said, slicking himself with spit and lowering himself onto Roberto’s cock. “Goddamn, you’re big,” he groaned, his body trembling as he took Roberto inch by inch. Roberto gripped Carl’s hips, guiding him, their eyes locked. “Ride that cock, Carl,” Roberto urged, his voice thick with lust. “Show me what you got.”Carl did, his hips moving in a slow, sensual rhythm, then faster, his moans filling the air. Roberto thrust up to meet him, their bodies slamming together, the bench creaking under their weight. “Fuck, you’re tight,” Roberto groaned, his hands roaming over Carl’s chest, pinching his nipples. Carl’s cock bounced, leaking precum, as he rode harder, chasing release. “Cum for me,” Roberto growled, and Carl did, his cum splashing across Roberto’s stomach as his body convulsed.
Roberto followed, spilling deep inside Carl, their bodies trembling with release.They lay there, tangled together, the city’s pulse thrumming around them. Roberto traced a finger over Carl’s chest, his green eyes soft. “This is our thing now, right?” he asked, a hint of vulnerability in his voice.Carl grinned, kissing him softly. “Damn right.”
