Author’s note: Hey, everyone!
This chapter, again, is totally AI-free. Still, since English is not my first language, there may be a few grammatical slips or some unusual phrasing. Feel free to point them out to me via email. I genuinely appreciate it.
This is a fictional story, not based on real events or on the actual sexuality of any real people mentioned. It’s intended for adult readers only, whatever the legal age is where you live. Hope you guys like it!
Debut
“Think of something, think, dumbass,” I thought while a shiver ran through my body, and my stomach did cartwheels.
“Go on, mate, explain to me why you were invited to his bloody birthday party,” my blond roommate asked, his British side pulsing together with the vein on his forehead. “And don’t even bother saying that it wasn’t real, cause I opened it, and it’s definitely real.”
“That’s a crime,” I said automatically, without even thinking that this fact would matter in the argument we were doomed to have.
“FUCK THAT!” he screamed, eyes wide, and index finger jabbing toward me. Yikes, who would have thought Leo, the ultimate British lad, had this many emotions stored? “You’ve been lying to me about something, while I consider you a friend. That should be a crime!”
Shit, I guess I really hurt him. Under the layers of anger, I could see that basically, he felt betrayed, and I could understand him completely. But I still didn’t have a good excuse, so I resumed being witty to stall him. “It would be an oddly specific crime.”
“Stop being a smartarse, and answer me!”
I breathed in. I could give him a command, but part of me wasn’t that comfortable with this option. Damn you, relatively good morals. Right where all hope was lost, and manipulation seemed to be the only viable way out, inspiration hit me.
“Okay, you got me, but you have to promise not to flip out,” I started, my tone calm and deliberately slow. His frown faced me, with arms crossed, pushing his biceps across the sleeves of his shirt.
“Go on. I’m listening.”
“Yes, I’ve been lying to you, and yes, I was invited to Ruben Dias’ birthday. By any chance, do you know Lord John Crowell?”
His features seemed to soften as I spoke, his aggressive posture falling bit by bit. “The dodgy billionaire?”
“Yeah, so, I’m actually his godson. But don’t worry, I know he notoriously isn’t a good person. But for some unknown reason, he seems to really care for me and treat me like I’m his kin.”
Leo’s mouth was slouched open. I could almost see a million questions flowing through his brain, but I didn’t allow them to get out. “I usually don’t like people to know that. I can’t count how many times I discovered that so-called ‘friends’ were actually more interested in his money, and status than, you know …” I sighed “…me. It was bizarre how naturally lying to my closest friend in the whole country was coming to me, but I kept lying anyway.
“When I moved here, to England, where people actually know him very well, I decided that I was gonna have friends who liked me for me. So I kept this information from you and everyone else. I’m sorry that I lied to you, that I’ve acted like money was short, and that you had to know like this. I know the road to hell is paved with good intentions. Still, I was actually planning to tell you everything soon, on my first anniversary in England.”
Leo had a hand over his eyes, pinching his nose bridge. His silence filled the room with my anxious expectations. When the first words came out of his mouth, they sounded rough. “I’m proper pissed at you, you know that? What you did was, well, shit. But I’m also angry at myself, because I get why you did. You’ve been hurt too many times. You are like one of those rescued dogs. You are not bad, you just haven't found your forever home, in this case, friend”.
“So that means you accept my apologies?” I asked, unsure about what the final answer would be.
He walked to me and put his hands over my shoulders, making me stare at the eyes that no longer carried storms inside. “Yes, I accept your apologies. But you’ve got to promise me that you won’t lie to me again. Deal?”
“Deal!”
“Hug it out, you bellend,” and he closed the distance between our bodies, involving me in a full bear hug. Although I was fully aware that Leo was a hunk, I couldn’t even feel any attraction to him. At that moment that he pardoned me from my bad deeds, I had a full comprehension that he was the closest thing to a brother that I had on this continent.
“So since I’m not lying to you anymore, I’m Bi”. I told him after the hug, part of me kicking myself for not fully saying that I’m gay, at least for 2 years, and part of me was ready to reset his brain if he acted like a jerk. But Leo, the great guy he was, didn't bat an eye.
“That 's cool, mate,” he shrugged and grinned. “Reckon part of me already knew. You’ve obviously been checking out lads lately. Not exactly subtle,” his laugh lit up the mood, “But hey, I’m happy you decided to come clean”.
Explaining to Leo about my “friendships” with the players was harder than explaining my fake familial association with a billionaire, or that my sexual orientation wasn’t the one I always led him to believe. I gave him the truth about Dias, with the investors' event, and Bergvall, with the Spurs’ suite. What we did afterwards, and why we really kept in touch, he didn’t need to know. The problem was Dec. Not only had I sneaked into the private area of the stadium, but I only befriended Rice after I subdued him a few seconds after we stumbled into each other. There was no way to spin that. So I lied. I know, I wasn’t so proud of straight-up breaking his trust a few minutes after he had just asked me to not lie to him again, but this secret was bigger than everything else. So I got creative, an exclusive networking event promoted by the Premier League, an easy hit off, and voilà, that’s how I became friends with one of his team’s star players. He looked baffled at me when I broke the news, and to avoid any overreaction, I promised him I would introduce them as soon as I could. Moved by the sudden prospect of hanging out with one of his favorite players, he forgave me one more time.
With my apartment now a constantly viable option for ‘hanging out,’ I thought I wouldn’t be getting any sleep any time soon. Sadly, between my players, the month of May was one of the busiest and most important times of the year. Rice and Dias were busy in the race for the top spots of the Premier Table, training even more than usual, scratching off any possibility for us to meet. Neto, the newcomer in my conquests, got in touch a few days after I left him sleeping at Ruben’s guest bedroom. He was also in the race for the top spot at the table, so we couldn’t meet again. But he sent me a video of himself jerking off. Spurting his seed all over his chest and 6-pack, to scoop everything with his fingers, and lick it off. His tongue made sure to catch every drop of it, and after it, he winked at the camera and flashed his devilish smile. Although I was excited for a second dose of the shorter hunk, I could still harvest some satisfaction by seeing that my instructions were being obeyed. But nothing really changed.
But there was still one of them who wasn’t so invested in training for winning a championship. Lucas and I had been texting almost daily ever since the fateful night at the Spurs’ massage room. It wasn’t anything steamy like the messages that Ruben, and now Pedro, would send to me, but it also wasn’t the friends with privileges conversation that I would have with Declan. It was a secret third thing. We would talk about our tastes, how our day was going, and exchange a couple of flirty messages here and there. It reminds me very clearly of the kind of ongoing conversations that I had with the girls back when the wishes didn’t flip my life (and my sexual orientation) around. The thing was, it wasn’t a girl. It was this blond, handsome, Swedish guy who played football for a living. Oh well.
In the morning he was freed from his orthopedic boot, he sent me a text. Asking if I was free later, inviting me to get a coffee near his place. Since then, we’ve been constantly hanging out. Surprisingly, we didn’t go further than we had in the abandoned massage room at the Spurs’. After the coffee, he invited me to go upstairs, where we jerked each other off. The second day we hung out, we finished off, in what I only discovered the name of much later, frotting. This was the morning before his flight to Spain. Where he was set to watch, from the pitch, his team's historical final in the Europa League.
After the victory in Spain, Lucas came back even more motivated to return to the team's regular training sessions. So when his main physio told him that long walks in natural terrain could improve his recovery, we started hitting the parks. You see, to clear my schedule, I created a new position for myself at work. I’m not proud, but I “talked with” (mainly manipulated) almost the whole chain of command till my new role was pretty clear, and aligned with what I had in mind. Every time an important deal was hard to close, they would call me. I would be there the next day, making sure both parties agreed to the mutually beneficial terms, and sealing the deal. Just like I did a few weeks ago with Lord Crowell at the Stadium. This new position basically meant that I would be working less than 4 hours a month. While still receiving a full paycheck, keeping my work visa, and clearly being important to the business. It only took a superpower to hack capitalism. What a nice system.
So that’s why I was lying over a sheet in a secluded clearing in Richmond Park at 3 pm on a regular Wednesday with the Swede by my side. We’ve been walking through a not-so-beaten path. Not a single person has crossed our path since we stepped out of the most visited area. Bergvall's blond hair was tucked into a black Nike cap. So even if someone passed by, we would look like just 2 guys getting cozy together, and not the scandal of a famous athlete having a gay moment. My younger companion was quiet, breaking down dry sticks he found lying around our shared sheet into smaller and smaller pieces till it was impossible to keep breaking them by hand. He had been unusually silent ever since I asked him to take a picture of me next to a very old tree to send to my mom (yes, this is the kind of thing my mom loved, and I was a good son) half an hour ago.
“Why are you so quiet?” I asked him out of the blue. Turning on my side, I lay my hand over his white compression shirt.
“Nothing, just my brain being silly and childish,” he said, still focused on the stick in his hand.
“Don’t be too harsh on yourself, you don’t even have your front cortex fully developed, of course, you will have silly and childish thoughts. But tell me, maybe I can help you work through them.”
He let out a sigh, threw his stick far in the clearing, and looked at me with those beautiful blue eyes. “When I was taking your picture, a message arrived from a ‘DR’ talking about how he was anxious to finally see you again. And I know we are not dating, nor could we properly date any time soon. I’m not even sure that I want to date someone right now. I already have Mackenzie. Even though it's a fake relationship, it still requires a chunk of my free time. But anyway, it just made me self-conscious that you clearly have other people around. While I only have you, and we didn't even do anything serious after you blew me in the stadium. You could very well get tired of me, and ditch me out to whomever DR is, and I would be alone”.
His honesty reached my heart. All the other players were older, had relationships, and never had to deal with bisexual thoughts until I created them, and made them never suffer from it. Now Lucas was bi by default, his career was in one of the most homophobic fields in existence, and he was facing it alone, far from friends and family at 19. I felt the heat of his flushed cheeks with my hands. “Mate, this is 100% your lizard brain speaking. You should never be worried about me getting tired of you. Yes, I may have other guys who I hang out with, DR is in fact one of them, but I’m not looking for Mr. Right to settle down with. This new part of my life is also very new to me. I have just a few months of experience with other guys, so I’m also exploring as it goes, and I happen to love exploring with you.”
A genuine smile blossomed in his handsome face. “I also love exploring with you”, he told me with the Swedish accent hitting harder than usual. Leaning down, he kissed me with tenderness.
The mood returned to normal after that. His head rested over my chest while we talked. “I always thought you were a big player, by how you acted when we met. I’m actually surprised about you only hooking up with guys for a few months”. Lucas said, his voice sizzling the muscles that supported his head.
“No. It all started in March, I had never had gay thoughts before they appeared out of the blue. Since then, I messed around with 4 dudes, including you”.
“Wow, you really made up for lost time,” he playfully added, laughing at his own joke.
“Don’t slut shame me. The opportunities appeared, and opportunity only knocks once. Just like it happened to us.”
“Was DR your first?”
“Why are you so obsessed with DR?” I said, mocking him, but also a tiny bit worried that Declan had sent something that had somehow made Lucas identify him.
He turned his body, sitting on top of me, and felt up my hair, “Because he is the only one that I know the ‘name’, man”.
I felt my abs shake as I laughed, his weight over me. “Okay. Yes, he was my first, of anything dude-related. We were actually each other's firsts”.
“I’m curious. How did it feel, you know, …” his cheeks reached a pink hue, like a sunburn “... receiving it? Actually, how did it happen?”
It was the day after Arsenal had scored 2 over Fulham that I rang the modern intercom at the gate of Declan’s house. The interaction was brief. The device lightened up and the familiar voice, a little more mechanical than usual, announced: “It’s you!” As if he wasn’t the one who invited me. “Nice. Opening up, just follow the gravel path”.
He was waiting for me by the door, wearing black shorts and a grey shirt clinging to his sweaty chest. “I’m so happy you came,” Rice said to me as he pulled me in a hug and kissed me. Catching me completely by surprise with the natural way he involved me with his lips.
“Wait, you don’t have staff that could possibly see us?” I said, walking out of the kiss, a little out of breath.
“Nah, Missus and the kid went to her parents for the week, so I have the staff only in the morning. We are completely alone. I turned off even the security cameras for the day”.
“Well, if it’s like that, then let me greet you properly,” my mouth stated before leaning against his, and resuming the make-out with the vigor of being completely alone.
He showed me around the pristine house before guiding me back to the gym, where he had been training before I arrived. “Do you mind if I finish my session? Gaffer gave us the day off, but asked us to do a regular strength session. If you want to join in, I can borrow some clothes. Someone with a body like yours can’t be a stranger to the gym”. I blushed at the recognition of the Arsenal superstar and accepted his offer.
I was regular to the gym before the wish, even though my body was still lanky and slim (people really don’t know how hard it is to have a mediocre physique). But ever since I woke up with a six-pack and muscled up like a romantic interest in a rom-com, my attendance dropped to a rate I’m not proud of. The effect of my absence wasn’t evident in my body, which basically remained the same; it was clear in my conditioning. Dec kept pushing me, forcing me to do ‘just one more’ till failure. Note for future self, do not accept a professional athlete's workout invite.
We ended up a sweaty mess, not the way I expected when he hit me up with the invitation to his home. My interest piqued again as he undressed: shirt, sneakers, and socks. “Fancy some sauna?” the blue-eyed player inquired, his hands on the waistband of his Adidas shorts, finally doing the final push, and he stood in front of me in his birthday suit. The vision of his muscled body glistening with sweat, his soft tool hanging out with his pink head, made the scene even more appetizing. I apparently lost my ability to formulate words, resorting to simply nodding yes, making him smile full of himself. “Follow me then,” he told me, and started walking to the next room, his stone carved cheeks moving up and down each step. “You should probably undress first, shirts, and shorts in a sauna can't be too comfortable,” he said from afar, the voice certain that I was still dressed, and probably watching him walk out. Cheeky fucker.
The sauna was next door to the gym, in a room with double showerheads hanging from the ceiling, a big tub that screamed expensive, a linen closet filled with white, fluffy towels, and a frosted glass door that opened onto the sauna proper. I had scrambled off my loaned clothes in the gym, following my host's example, and, deeply uncomfortable for being naked in his home, I walked to the other room quickly, grabbing a towel from the rack to wrap around my hips, almost afraid that someone might see me nude, even though he explicitly said that we were alone.
Opening the frosted glass door, I was faced with the mesmerizing view of Declan Rice, England National Team midfielder, completely naked, white towel draped around his neck, seated on the top bench, manspread with the confidence of a predator who knows it’s in his habitat. His cock, fully soft earlier, now rested chubbed up over his pale thighs like a sleepy snake. “I used the dry setting. I wanted you to have a chance to appreciate the architecture”.
“Oh, the architecture, I see. I guess in a soccer player's mansion even the sauna is an architectural wonder,” I answered him, before mimicking him, and sitting at the top bench on the adjacent wall.
“Football, mate, not soccer. We invented it, we got to name it. But yeah, maybe if you are not an architecture fan, you can appreciate something else”. His hands rested over his spread thighs, the black, sparse hairs already glued to his skin, and the previously asleep snake had now risen, and although not yet fully hard, already bobbed between his opened legs. “Have you watched the game yesterday?”
“You know that I live with a gunner, even if I hadn't gone out to watch it, I would already know what happened at the match. Mainly, if someone had received a yellow card in the second half.”
He avoided my eyes as he looked down to his side with a playful smile. “Yeah, oh well, we still won. That’s what’s important”. Rice now faced me, the smirk only growing in his handsome face, “Maybe you, as a gunner in training, should show your appreciation for the victory”.
“Oh yeah? And how do you think I should express my appreciation?” I rose up, climbed down the high bench, removed the towel from my waist, and walked in his direction. Standing naked in front of him, the height difference of the sauna seating forced me to look up.
“Maybe instead of asking dumb questions, you can put your mouth to good use. I bet he would like it”. With that, his dick pulsed with a slow movement. How could I say no to an invitation like that?
I folded the white fluffy towel and placed it on the low bench, kneeling on it. My hands rested over his marble thighs, feeling the moist skin under my touch. His expression was excited, a fierce stare that only grew my desire to pleasure this masterpiece of a man. With my hands migrating through his flesh, I grasped his flesh tower, harvesting a gasp. With our sights locked in each other, I leaned down, and like a starved man, engulfed his pink head.
“Bloody Hell, yes …” he whispered as I kept pushing further. Savouring the sweat of his skin and his precum like a delicacy. With my fist planted at the root of his spear, I started a slow movement of up and down, jerking the bottom half of his 7-inch while I gobbled the other half. “Suck that cock. Yeah, just like that. Fuck …” Rice pleaded as I lost myself in the velvety texture of his skin. Following each vein with my tongue while my spit dribbled down his piece, mixing with his sweat over his balls.
I couldn’t fit the whole thing in my mouth, but god knows I tried. I relaxed my throat and felt the first inches slithering in, but I couldn’t keep it up like that for long. My gag reflex appeared out of the blue, and his cock snuck out of my mouth covered in spit, as I coughed, and brushed off tears that covered my eyes.
“Are you fine, mate?” Declan asked me with a serious face.
“Yes, yes, I was just too greedy for my own good” was my answer, now that I had recovered a slice of my dignity.
“That was amazing, Andrew, a proper deep throat blowjob until it wasn’t,” he said, his voice a mix of joy and disappointment. Like a kid after a long weekend.
I returned my paws over his legs, brushing the hairs, making them glue to his skin. “I don’t know if I can do that again, but I can use my mouth in other areas of your body”. I let my touch travel to the back of his thighs, sliding under them, trying to make them go up so I can taste his pink, tight hole.
The Arsenal player stood his ground, not surrendering to the advances that had worked with him 2 times before. I felt him delicately grasping my hair, guiding my head upwards so I looked at his intense eyes. “Not today. I made a promise last time, and I think it’s time to make good on it. Leaning down, he kissed me, savoring the taste of himself in my mouth. “Go on, on all fours. Let me have a look at this ass”.
I knew this would come sooner or later. This was basically the stereotypical act of a gay man, this, and sucking cocks that I already did with gusto. I was conflicted, the new gay part of me wanted to try it. I remember the lust-filled expression Rice had while I took his v-card, and it puzzled me what that would feel like. But the straight part of my brain, the one that’s been around for 20+ years, was still filled with prejudice about it. “Dec, I know I may sound hypocritical, but I never bottomed before. I’m not sure.”
He still kept his hand planted on my hair, but instead of pulling me from it and forcing me on all fours in an authoritative way, he caressed my moist hair. “I will be gentle, just like you were with me. Take my word for it, you won’t regret it”.
What was I doing? Avoiding something that apparently was extremely pleasurable for fear of being called something that I already was? Fuck that! Actually, fuck me! “Forget this, forget me acting like a little bitch. I want you to fuck me, mate. You deserve to be my first”. I stood up, and he followed me. Standing one in front of the other, we kissed again.
We rearranged things quickly. Using both towels, we created a comfortable surface to rest my palms and knees, assuming the all fours position he had previously ordered. Looking backward, I saw him kneeling behind me, and suddenly felt the calluses of his palms against my soft asscheeks. “Look at this tiny hole, so fucking hot,” the British said, using his thumb to press the center of my virgin ass without pushing in. “You have such a beautiful pink pucker, mate. It’s making me want to do this…” His voice drifted away as I felt his breath against the sensitive skin, and soon the alien feeling of his tongue piercing through the folds of my button.
“OH YES,” I automatically moaned, the foreign sensation of being rimmed unlocking this new pleasure in my mind. The positive feedback made him double down on the attack on my insides. He explored me with tremendous affection, alternating licking, pushing in, and swirling around. I gasped and yelped as I felt his tongue breaching further and further inside.
“You taste so good, I want to eat this cake of yours every day,” he said, licking the sweat in the valley between my muscled cheeks before diving back in. His tongue now wasn’t alone; a curious finger had joined the incursion and was feeling around the unexplored territory.
It felt weird that it felt so good. I had struck up a finger of my own in there a few times throughout my life. Every horny guy had done that to himself. But being mercilessly explored by Declan was a completely new height. I thought it couldn’t get better, but the instant his finger touched my prostate, it caused my eyelids to flutter and a soft groan to erupt from my wet lips. His mouth parted ways from my ass, not before he fingered me open with a new second finger, and spat inside. “You’re so tight, mate. So fucking tight. It will feel so good when I finally fuck you. I’m so happy you’re letting me do this to you,” He would say, as his fingers pistoned in and out of my ass.
The heat of the sauna had reached its limit, but I didn’t mind. Unconsciously, I started moving my hips to meet his fingers, craving for the feeling of being filled by him. My sweat dripped down my body, like small rivers, washing up the lust I was exhaling. After a particularly strong moan, I pleaded, “Dec, I think I’m ready”.
Rice was all white limbs and excitement as he jumped to the floor and directed me again. “Put your hands on the bench, and bend down, opening up your legs. Yes, just like that,” I felt his appreciative touch massaging the sweat over my skin. “This way I can give you a proper first time. Are you ready?”
At that moment, that was the most important thing I had in mind. “Let’s fucking go, Dec. Fuck-me!” I heard his laughter and him spitting a few times. His thumbs went back to my crevice, spreading what I thought was his saliva in the opening.
“Here I come,” he announced, and the nudge head made contact with my wrinkled bullseye. As his dick breached my insides, the pain overrode all the pleasure I was previously feeling, and instinctively I tensed my ass, grasping him with a vice-like strength. “Relax, mate, I will stay put till you feel good to go”. He reassured me as his hands went back to massage my back.
The pain never really went away, but it was subdued enough to become tolerable enough for me to mumble a “go on”. This time, I pushed out, and by witchcraft, it hurt way less than I expected. Although the pain was still present, a strange sensation began to grow from inside. A tingling that could be felt around my groin and that began to emanate to the outskirts of my body, and with a low moan slipped off my lips. Declan, who had been spitting on his love tool every time he thrust in and out to keep himself slick and frictionless, asked me, “Did it start to feel good?”
I didn’t need to answer; my moans answered for me as I squeezed my tunnel around his shaft just to feel his effort to keep on fucking me. When pain was finally out of sight, I begged him, “You can go harder, Dude, fuck me as I fucked you. Show me how an athlete does”.
This seemed to ignite a stamina still unknown in him, because he started jackhammering me like crazy. Our sweats mix at each thrust, droplets raining from his raven hair, and muscular body with the effort. I could feel something dripping from my dick, not knowing if it was my pre-cum or sweat. As I hissed obscenities and gasped incoherent sentences, the Arsenal player’s cock slid over a spot that I knew very well what it was. My body jolted, as if I had touched a live wire, making me scream “FUCK YES, DEC, RIGHT THERE. FUCK”.
“Here?” he asked, purposely aiming his 18 centimeters to hit my prostate with a strong thrust. I couldn’t reply; I didn’t have neural pathways to do so. The assault on my prostate lasted a few minutes until the midfielder asked me to lie on the towels, and sadly, I felt him fully retract himself from me, leaving me with a brand new sensation of emptiness.
As I lay on my back, he put himself between my thighs, grabbing the one near the bench, and putting it over his shoulder, while the other one lay low, touching the floor. In this new position, I could see the hungry look he had in his blue eyes. A fierce expression of a hunter, while I was the vulnerable prey.
“I won’t go in gently this time,” he warned me, and planted himself fully inside me, making me scream, “scream all you want, I know you are loving it”. He started moving vigorously. His hair plastered against his forehead, and his upper body bathed in sweat. This new position allowed him to invade even further inside me, pushing me to even new heights. Lost in cloud nine, being dick down, I almost didn’t notice when he pushed himself closer to me, his face now inches from mine with a playful smirk. “You look so gorgeous under me”.
“This is so hot,” I mumbled, my hand wrapping around his back, bringing him even closer to me, flexing my leg even harder.
“Tell me when you’re coming, I want us to cum together.”
“Keep fucking me like this, and it won’t take long,” And it truly didn’t. I’m not sure if in the process he touched my pink, swollen cock, or if I touched it, but I felt the familiar sensation in my nuts, and said a rushed “I’m close. I’m coming”. Declan did not waste time; he leaned down, mashed our mouths together, and as he swallowed my lips, I felt myself bursting between our torsos. I contracted my tunnel so hard that I could almost feel each vein of his dick, and while my first spurt drenched our chests, his first shot drenched my ass.
We remained glued together for a few minutes, our breath still shaking in the heated, musk-heavy atmosphere of the sauna. “I think I’m dehydrated,” Rice mumbled next to my ear, making me laugh.
“Next time we won't do it in a sauna”.
“Next time? I will grab Gatorades for us both, and then we start round 2”.
I could feel Lucas' excitement as I finished my story. He tried to hide it, rearranging himself in his shorts, but it was hard to conceal a 22 cm erection. “That was so hot,” he said, letting out a sigh, and rolling to my side. He remained quiet again, but this time his constant contact with me signaled everything was, apparently, fine. He broke the silence a few seconds later with a question, “This DR really is married, and a father? He must be well off to afford a house with a private sauna here in the UK. Back home, it’s common, but not here. Is he young? ”
Of course, I hadn’t told him who DR really was. Discretion was key in these relations, but the details I inadvertently left in my story gave some clues about the nature of my relationship with this man. There wasn’t a way to deny it. So I confirmed all of the questions. My answer was visually brewing a reflection in his mind.
My hand kept caressing his hair, as he remained quiet, using my arm as a pillow. “I think I want you to be my first,” he said softly, like a whisper.
“Wait. What?” This time I did the asking.
“I want you to be my first,” he said louder and clearer this time, so my ears couldn’t mishear. I’ve been wanting to do this for a while, but I never trusted someone enough to actually do it. But if you have this ‘DR’ friend with a lot at stake, and he trusted you, I think I can trust you too”.
I was left speechless. Sure, with the other guys, like Declan and Pedro, I was their first, but mainly because I made them want to. Lucas, on the other hand, was volunteering by his own free will, and this carried a totally different weight. Stumbling into my words, I mumbled, “Man, I’m really honored that you want to have this special moment with me, but I don’t want you rushing anything. Are you really sure?"
“Yeah, dude, you don’t have to treat me so gently, I’m almost 19! I’m choosing you not because you are this older, handsome, cool guy who is around and available. I’m choosing you because I like you, I like what we do together, and the fact that you can be trusted makes you perfect for it.”
“Okay, I’m convinced, but we are doing it on my terms. Not a ‘Wham! Bam! Thank You, Ma'am!’ kind of thing. I wrapped my arms around him.
“I’ve always felt you like to be in control,” he said, laughing.
My answer was a polished “Oh shut up” as I leaned down and kissed his full lips. Not just a heated, in-the-moment kind of thing, but a tender lover kiss that made both of us giggle like school girls.
The bottle of red wine was empty on the side table beside one of the many candles I had lit up for this evening. The dinner wasn’t anything fancy: wild salmon and a lemon risotto that ended up a little bit slouchier than it should, but Lucas ended up going for seconds, so it was probably ok. For dessert, I had bought a few too many tarts at a French bakery that we only ate two to avoid feeling lethargic for the main event.
I was loading up the dishwasher when I felt him hugging me from behind, his 9-inch erection between my cheeks, even between our pants. “Come on, you can do this later,” he whispered in my ear, his mouth munching on my earlobe to reinforce his argument, while the few, almost invisible, blond scruff he had was scraping my neck.
“I’m almost finishing. I don’t want to have to deal with this later,” I put the pan in the dishwasher and turned to him. “After this, I’m all yours”. He humped me, the friction enough to make me think that maybe we could make the night both of his firsts, but my brain told me not to worry; I had to focus on what I promised I would do. This was the night I would have the honor of being the first guy to bed the Swede hunk. And I was already hoping that it would be the first of many.
I barely had time to finish washing my hands when Lucas pivoted me and mashed our mouths together. “I’m so horny for you right now,” Bergvall said, while his hands grasped the hem of my sweater and lifted it up. Tossing on the floor of my living room.
“Wait, I have to blow off the candles,” I tried to tell him.
“Fuck the candles, blow me first.” It was the first time I heard him say a curse word, and it gave me a thrill to know that he was in a state of excitement so high that he decided to ignore his good manners. Directing my arm, he made me grope his obscenely big bulge. “Look how I am. You can’t fill me up with red wine, and expect me to wait patiently”.
We continue making out, undressing, and walking our way to the bedroom. Candles be damned. When we arrived at the bedroom, we were only in our pants, so I spun him around, gluing my chest to his back in a thigh embrace as I licked his neck. With my fingers, I unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down, leaving him only wearing his maroon briefs. His taunt plump ass fills up the fabric and cushions my cock.
I scraped the sandpaper texture of my overnight around the nape of his pale neck. While my hand explored his muscular, athletic body. “I still can’t believe I’m this lucky,” I confessed to him, while my thumb rubbed his sensitive nub. I carved out a trail of kisses over his shoulder until he turned his head, showing me where my lips should land. Our tongues danced in synchrony. The tannin of the wine still present in our taste buds.
“You are overdressed,” he told me, his hands coming in contact with my pants, trying to pull them down even in our weird positioning. Making me give soft laughs.
“Go on, lie on the bed, I will remove them,” I said, stepping back, removing my pants. Lucas, fast as a bolt, made himself comfortable at the headboard; his underwear had disappeared like magic, and between his strong football legs was the tower he called dick, in all its 22cm glory.
Winking to him, I removed my own boxers, my hard cock already wet with precum, and crawled between his thighs. Carefully, I opened up his legs so I could make room for me to show him a good time, starting with soft kisses over his long flesh tube. Little by little till I arrived at the pink head, already out with his skin fully retracted. I teased him a little, licking the small drop of clear athlete juice that had formed, letting my tongue wrap around the edge for a few seconds, and training down again with suction in my mouth, till I was massaging the root of the nineteen-year-old’s weapon, making the blond adonis drop his head back and hiss like a pressure valve. Lowering my aim, I got to his balls, sucking each one of them individually in my talented mouth. Going up again, I placed his knob inside my mouth and swirled it. “Gud! Andrew,” he pleaded with closed eyes.
Deciding to stop teasing the poor guy, I plunged down. Each inch that vanished inside me, he shifted his hips more. To a point when I reached my limit, it would be impossible to an uninformed onlooker if I was sucking him or if he was fucking my mouth. His juvenile moans kept me going, my head moving up and down incessantly till he abruptly stopped it all with his hands, grasping my hair up.
“Let’s move on. I was almost coming from this,” Bergvall asked, and I obeyed. Not without giving his mighty column a lick from base to head, and a last final peck over his frenulum, making more of his juice appear. Reluctantly, I let it go and moved near the bedside table just so I could reach the lube that I had left there earlier, exactly for this main event.
I carefully grabbed his ankles, especially the one that was recently injured, and exposed his most private parts. All his youthfulness and anticipation were clearly visible on his handsome face. Turning my head, I planted a kiss on his feet, then the other, and kept moving in, till I was covering the inside of his thighs with stamps of my lips. His skin is tight, toned by infinite hours of training, the perfect pavement for his pink, star-shaped entrance.
Not wasting more time, I laced my mouth over the Swede’s virgin hole and savored the taste of his skin, sweat, and his musk together with the smell of his younger masculinity. His hole winked fervidly as my tongue bathed the flesh portal. With each lick, Lucas’ rosebud opened itself more and more, not needing any lesson to learn how the pleasure exploded all around his unexplored nerve endings. Rolling my tongue in a cone, I slowly pressed it over the tight entrance. At first, I was met with resistance, but my determination soon won over, and I slithered my way inside. The novelty sensation caused Bergvall to whimper like a puppy while his muscled channel clamped down on my tongue. I let my tongue remain still till I felt his walls relax, and at a turtle pace resumed exploring his folds.
“Good God, Drew, yes! YES!” was his response when I buried myself completely under his thighs, each one of his marble columns resting over my back as I devoured him like a castaway. Feeling Lucas' hole pulsing and clenching around my tongue gave me a thrill that made my own cock release more of my juices over the sheets. His prominent hump kept grinding over the mattress as my movements increased. When I inserted my first finger, it stopped as a guttural “Ohhh” echoed from his throat. I felt his tightness around my digit, waiting again for the blond young hunk to get used to the feeling so I could keep showing him a good time.
With shy movement, he began to loosen up, and I gently began to push and pull, as my tongue flicked, and my thumb circled the outside of his ring. The sapphire eyes of his were rolled back, and his mouth hung open, letting out lustful moans of ecstasy. If he ever looked more handsome than right now, sprawled over my bed, lost in pleasure, I can’t remember.
It took me all my self-control to keep working up the Tottenham player with my fingers, one by one, till I had to remove my tongue from him so that 3 of them fingers could open him up to the moment we were both eagerly waiting.
Kneeling and sitting back over my feet, I faced him with a question implicit in my expression. “Do it,” Lucas assertively told me, the commanding tone contrasting with the vulnerable position in which he sat in my bed. For a couple of seconds, I indulged the fantasy that he was controlling me, just like I did with the others. It wasn’t an unnatural thing to think about. His movie star heartthrob’s good looks.The way he made me feel like I was the most important guy in the world when we were together. It all put me under his spell. No surprise, I was always prone to falling for the beautiful ones.
I fisted my dick, spreading copious amounts of lube all around. The Midfielder stared at me with apprehension as I parted his thighs, carefully putting his shins over my shoulders. “It’s gonna hurt at first. It’s gonna be hard, but try to relax. Pushing out really helps. And if you want to stop, just say it, ok?” Turning my head, I kissed his left leg, my lips briefly caressing the solid muscle covered by almost translucent blond hairs.
The act made him smile. With attentive eyes, he said, “Ok, I’m ready”. I leaned in, my knob making the first contact with his winking button for the first time ever. All the spit, the lube, and my natural juices, that’d been leaking for a while, really helped. With almost no effort, the head of my cock popped in, and simultaneously his ass closed down on it. “Fuck, this hurts like hell. Does it really feel good?"
“Yes, keep breathing, and remember to push out; it will ease the pain,” I counseled him, resuming to leave kisses over the ivory skin of both his legs. His eyes closed as he fought a silent battle against the new sensation. What we were both feeling right now was such a contrast. While he was fighting a pain he had never felt before, I was in bliss, drunk by the amazing sensation his tight, no longer a virgin, ass was giving me. My piece was throbbing inside him, eagerly waiting to push deeper into the warm tunnel.
As the pain withered. His breaths went back to normal. I felt the path opening ahead, which he confirmed with a “Ok, it doesn’t hurt so bad anymore.” I planted more of my hard cock inside him. With care and patience, I went deeper and deeper. Pausing every time he signaled. The progress gained momentum when we were able to kiss. Something in the embrace of our sweaty bodies and the dance of our tongues accelerated my incursion, and it seemed almost like an instant till I had my pubes scraping his white mounds.
Disconnecting our lips, I gave him a smirk, which he returned. “It’s done, I’m all in,” I informed him.
With the voice still shaky, the swede replied, “It feels weird. I’m so … full. That’s all that is?” The floppy hair adorning his head framed his astonished eyes.
“It’s sweet how innocent you are. That’s only the beginning”. With that, I pulled out, leaving only the helmet of my prick inside him. Slowly, I started pushing in again, repeating these two movements until I had a rhythm going. His low moans are a soundtrack to our pleasure.
My movements made new nerves inside his slippery channel be discovered, causing his toes to curl. Bergvall was biting his own lips, but a profound groan came out of his mouth when I hit his love nut for the first time. With time, I could see how he grew more comfortable with these new sensations washing over him. His hips started a timid movement, twisting slightly, while I kept plowing him, so my prick discovered new nooks and crannies.
The moment his nails scratched my lower back, something ignited inside me. And although I wasn’t an athlete like him, I still showed the Nordic prince in my bed that I had a nice dosage of stamina and strength. All were destined to give him crazy amounts of pleasure. He responded by pushing out his ass, facilitating my lunges on his pleasure button. Each thrust that I gave, I could see his big, hard dick throbbing over his abs. Knowing that I was the one making this hung stud be bricked up like that on his first time with another guy made me feel like a proper Casanova.
As my rod plunged deep inside the Spurs’ ass, my balls would smack him. This contact, together with the hot tightness enveloping my manhood, shot out an alarm in my head that I knew too well. “I think I’m coming …” I informed him, “FUCK! Where do you want it?”
Through the blissful haze that had enveloped his brain, Lucas answered a disconnected “Inside, I want to feel you shooting”. This answer was a relief, cause frankly, I probably wouldn’t be able to do it anywhere else. Almost as scheduled, I felt my balls tighten up, and the first volley came out like a bullet. Soon, others followed as I effectively christened his ass. For the first time, in what I hope would be many, Lucas Bergvall had cum deep inside his hole.
I fell over him, our lips meeting again in a passionate makeout. With the humping, I could feel his long Viking sword trapped between the two of us. “So, it was everything you imagined?” I asked, as my own cock had softened and popped out of the no longer cherry as. Smearing my juices all over the sweet valley of his.
“I don’t like to swear, but fuck, Drew, this was mindblowing! It was like 10 orgasms without even cumming”. His report enlightened me, and a new idea emerged in my brain. Not even asking for permission, I broke away from his embrace, and with fast movements, I squirmed the lube tube over my hands, applying it with my fingers into my own ass.
“What are you doing?” he asked me when I sat over his thighs and spread more lube over his magnificent erection, making it extra slick for my own sake.
Climbing up on his torso, legs anchored beside his hips, I started to grind my ass over his hardon. “What do you think I’m doing?” He cooed as a response, eyes closing as our bodies slid together. “Tonight I will be your first, in both senses,” I told him as I pulled up, and with my right hand, I guided the pink helmet of his dick to my puckered hole.
The head sliced me open with the familiar pain, the same one that was introduced to me in Declan Rice’s sauna. A couple of months later, I was far from a virgin, but still, it had been a while since I was fucked. I took my time, my legs trembling from the effort until the scales inverted, and the pleasure overcame the initial discomfort. “Hell, you are so tight, mate!” The teenager said as I sank another inch on his pole. He groaned disappointedly when I prompted myself up, but his frustration didn’t last long. When the last inch of man meat was inside me, I let myself go down again, a couple of inches further. Turning his complaints into an ecstasy moan.
Instinctively, his hands grabbed my waist, lightly pressing me to lower my body more and more. There were only 4 more inches to go, but my thighs, sustaining my body, were growing tired by the second. So I made an assessment; sure, he was big, bigger than Ruben or Declan, but only 1 inch, basically, it wouldn’t be anything out of this world. With that in mind, I took the plunge and let myself fall into his sphere.
The instant my cheeks hit his groin, a scream erupted in both of our mouths. “FUCKKKKKK,” I screamed, the pain blinding me momentarily. Bergvall screamed the same thing, but on a different wavelength, a lustful howl that almost made it worth my discomfort.
“Are you fine? You shouldn’t have done that. Slow and steady was working well,” he asked me, his hands caressing my face, while his eyes had a tint of worry.
“I was impatient to feel you. All of you,” I said between deep breaths. Focusing on the particles of pleasure that were supposed to come out of being impaled in the almost 9 inches of player meat.
I had him in a vice-like grip, my sphincter squeezing his root like a cockring. But it didn’t take long for me to risk moving my hips, the head of his prick hitting new unexplored parts of me, while his length pushed my prostate. His confidence grew alongside my pleasure, making me beg for more.
“OH MY GOD, Lucas, you are so fucking BIG,” I told him, rocking back and forth above his rolling hips. His hands climbed up my torso, and began to manhandle my chest with passion. His fingers squeezed my nipples as I tried to steady myself by holding his shoulders. He took this as a cue to really increase his tempo and really start showing me all his sexual prowess that I expected from a top-tier athlete.
I could sense his frustration with the limits the position imposed on us. So he spun me around, rolled us on our sides, his chest glued to my back. One of his hands grabbed my thigh, amplifying his access, and really started plowing me. Together with the new position, his 9-inch length, and newfound prowess, I was sent over the moon.
“This feels so good, man,” he whispered in my ear, almost as if he weren’t supposed to like it. I teased him by clenching myself, trapping him inside me, and released, making his mouth grunt on my neck. “This felt amazing,” Bergvall added, as our faces met for a heavy kiss.
It didn’t take long for Lucas's erotic bliss to overflow. He brought me even closer to him, and holding me tight, told me a desperate “Shit, I’m coming”. Inside me, his long cock throbbed, soaking my ass with his nut like a young stallion. Grabbing my own dick, hardened by the heated fuck session we just had, I jerked it a few times, and my second orgasm of the night took over my body. Coming out in the form of 4 spurts that didn’t fly anywhere, but instead dribbled out of my gland, like lava rolling down the volcano hill.
We lay in our afterglow after a quick whipping session with my underwear. The nineteen-year-old player, with his hands crossed under his head, advertising the dark blond hair under his arms. Beside him, lying on my side, I looked at his angelic features, caressing his smooth chest, spreading the drops of sweat that rolled to the valleys of his defined muscles. “It was everything you expected?” I asked him. Curious to see if he maintained the same opinion after the rush of sensations.
The cobalt eyes stared at me at first, being soon joined by an honest smile. “It was even better”. His left hand got out from under his head and started to brush my hair. “Thanks for making tonight so special,” he said with his soft Swedish accent.
“You deserved special. You deserved perfect, Luke, really,” I reply to him, playfully kissing his shoulder. The blond young man drifted off to sleep soon after, instinctively moving his body so he ended up curling against me, like a puppy.
I lay there for a few minutes, but eventually got up quietly, putting the first shorts I had in my laundry bin, and walking barefoot to the living room. I proceeded to blow out the candles one by one, like a lonely procession. I organized the rest of the room, picking up our discarded clothes and folding them. I was drinking the leftover wine while unloading the dishwasher when my phone chimed, breaking the silence that had occupied the flat. On the screen, the notification was from a text sent by the familiar initials: ‘Hey mate, training session tomorrow at my place, u up? Wife and kid will be out, we could hit the sauna after 😉’
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