Jack sat hunched on the bench, cleats untied, his head resting against the cool, damp tiles on the wall of the locker room. Halftime. Still 0-0. 45 minutes until a state champion would be crowned. The one thing he knew for sure was that Matt's side couldn't simply hold out for a tie like they usually did. Matt’s team’s defensive-first approach had earned them tons of points all season by holding their opponents scoreless but now one team had to truly win.
Jack could feel Matt’s presence even though they were separated in different locker rooms, surrounded by different teams. Jack’s mind raced between the potential state championship, a culmination of everything he’d works four years for, his developing friendship with Matt, and the relationship with now ex-girlfriend that he’d followed through on ending yesterday. Right now, he had to maintain a focus on one thing - winning today.
His coach’s voice cut through the tension, shouting tactical adjustments and motivational clichés. Jack mostly zoned out, his mind already back on the field. Matt was their star, an unyielding midfielder who seemed to materialize wherever the ball went, fending off attacks before they even began. Jack tried to figure out how he could get an opportunity by his rival.
The whistle for the second half shrilled, summoning them back out. Jack jogged onto the pitch, the sun almost fully set as the overhead stadium lights came on for the second half.
The second half was a brutal grind. The ball ping-ponged between the two teams, each midfield a war zone. Jack had a shot in the 55th minute, a quick turn and strike from outside the box that sailed just over the crossbar, drawing a collective groan from his sideline. Matt’s team played with their ‘perfect game’ - precision, possession, and patience. Jack found himself constantly battling to get by Matt, their shoulders colliding, their cleats scraping, a furious dance of competition and respect.
In the 72nd minute, Matt’s team won a free kick, twenty yards out, just around the top of the penalty box. Jack watched as Matt stepped up, his expression determined. Matt had a long-range shot that could be devastating and powerful despite his lean frame. He watched his defenders form a wall, a nervous line of bodies in front of the ball. Jack stood just behind them, his heart thumping against his ribs.
Matt took a deep breath, adjusted his headband, and began his run-up. Two strides, three, then a powerful swing of his right leg. The ball rocketed off his foot curling with wicked spin. It arced over the wall, dipping viciously towards the top right corner. For a heart-stopping moment, Jack thought it was in. Their keeper launched himself, fingers outstretched. The ball grazed the very tip of his glove, just enough deflection to send it careening off the post with a DING that echoed through the stadium. It bounced back into play, safely cleared by a defender.
A collective gasp of relief swept through the stands, followed by a roar of frustration from the other side. Jack let out a ragged breath he hadn't realized he was holding. He caught Matt’s eye across the field. Matt’s face was one of disappointment, his shoulders slumped for a fleeting second before he straightened, the desire to win burning in his blue eyes. The near miss only intensified the desperation on both sides.
The clock ticked relentlessly towards the 90th minute. Sweat stung Jack’s eyes, his lungs burned, and his legs felt like lead. This was it. Overtime loomed.
In the 86th minute, his teammate launched a hopeful cross from deep in their own half. The ball soared, a high, looping arc, into the offensive zone. Jack, sensing the opportunity, sprinted, shrugging off a defender who tried to mark him. The ball dropped perfectly, just over the defender’s head, and Jack was on it instantly. He took one touch, controlling it, and burst forward.
Suddenly, he was one-on-one. Not with the keeper, not yet, but with Matt, who had somehow tracked back, the last line of defense before the keeper. He was closing fast, his long strides eliminating the space between them, eyes locked on Jack.
Nothing had ever worked. Jack gave a mental fuck it to himself and decided to try something insane. It was a move he’d practiced endlessly in his backyard, a showboat trick he’d never dared to try in a real match, let alone the state championship.
As Matt lunged, preparing to slide tackle, Jack scooped the ball with his right foot, lifting it high from behind. The ball rose up and forward, arcing up and over Jack’s own head, then over Matt’s head, just beyond his outstretched reach - a move known as a rainbow kick.
Time seemed to slow. Matt, already committed to the tackle, stumbled, looking up in disbelief as the ball sailed gracefully above him. He watched, momentarily mesmerized and perhaps even in awe, as it cleared his blonde head, spinning forward.
Jack, having executed the impossible, spun around, leaving a flailing Matt in his wake. The ball landed perfectly, a few feet ahead of him. He was in. Breakaway. Just him and the keeper.
He didn't hesitate. One final, powerful stride and he unleashed a shot, a blistering right-footed strike, rocketing the ball into the top left corner of the net with an explosive SWISH. The net billowed inward. The referee’s whistle blared, signaling the goal. Silence. Then, an explosion.
His crowd erupted with cheers, screams, and air horns. Jack, fueled by adrenaline and the sheer magnitude of the moment, slid on his knees across the damp grass, arms spread wide, a roar tearing from his throat. His teammates swarmed him.
Matt lay sprawled on the ground for a second, stunned, then slowly pushed himself up. He played out the final few minutes in a daze, but the result was a foregone conclusion. Jack’s team had won the state championship.
The final whistle blew and Jack’s teammates cheered and embraced each other, tears streaming down their faces. Jack was mobbed, lifted onto shoulders, his name chanted by the ecstatic crowd. He scanned the field, looking for Matt. He found him standing alone near the sideline, hands on his hips. His shoulders were still slumped.
Eventually, the initial frenzy subsided. Trophy presentations began, medals were handed out. As the his team gathered for pictures, Jack saw Matt approaching. He was still wearing his headband, but his blonde hair was plastered to his forehead with sweat, and his pale face was etched with sadness.
He stopped a few feet from Jack, who had just removed himself from a group hug. Matt’s voice was quiet, almost lost in the lingering hum of the crowd. “Congrats” He paused, his gaze meeting Jack’s.
Jack grinned, a weary but happy smile. “Thanks. I guess I finally got one on you” He waited, a strange mix of exhilaration mixed with sadness for his rival.
Matt offered a small, tired smile. “You deserve it, man. You really do.” He took a step closer, and Jack felt a jolt as Matt extended his arm, pulling Jack into a tight, brief hug.
“I’m proud of you, Jack,” Matt murmured against his ear, his voice rough with emotion, on the verge of tears.
Jack pulled back slightly, looking into Matt’s eyes. He saw the defeat there, but also something sensitive emotion. This was his chance to offer an out, to let Matt off the hook. He took a breath. “Listen, Matt…about the wager. We don’t have to…if you don’t want to. This season was crazy…” He said the words, but every fiber of his being screamed for Matt to reject the offer. He wanted it more than he’d ever wanted anything in his entire life, more than this championship.
Matt’s expression softened and he shook his head slowly, his eyes still locked on Jack’s. “No. It’s not about the wager anyway.” His voice dropped, ready to confess his feelings. “I want this. I need you so badly. I want to feel every inch of you against me Jack.”
Jack’s heart stopped. He wanted to shout, to pull Matt close, to kiss him right there, in front of the remaining crowd, in front of his teammates, in front of everyone.
Matt took another small step back, a nervous energy flickering in his eyes. “Can you come over to my house tomorrow night? You can stay over and…maybe meet my parents?”
Jack’s smile spread slowly, wide and unrestrained. “Yeah, Matt,” he managed, his voice a little hoarse. “Yeah. I’ll be there.”
The crowd faded. The championship trophy, resting on a table behind them, blurred into insignificance. All that mattered was Matt, standing there, pale and exhausted, expressing his deep feelings.
The next morning was a blur. Matt sent Jack his address and Jack explained to his parents that he was going to be spending the Sunday night at his rival’s house as a show of respect and friendship coming off the state championship - it helped that they had off Monday for an teacher training day. The two schools were close, so Jack had a near forty minute drive to a nearby suburb to Matt’s natural habitat.
He arrived just before six o’clock, ready for dinner and to meet Matt’s parents, something he found to be an odd add the night before.
“Hey man,” Matt greeted him in a tank top and shorts, his blonde hair free and flowing, bouncing as he walked. He lived in a modest house, pretty large but also a little dated, probably feeling new when Matt was born eighteen years ago but not having been updated since.
“Hey,” Jack entered with his backpack, full of extra clothes and things for sleeping, as he was unsure how the evening would go in their first actual time hanging out in their lives.
“Dinner will be ready soon. My parents want to meet you…” Matt beckoned for Jack to follow him.
“Hey - hold on,” Jack grabbed his hand, sparks erupting between them momentarily, “what do they know about me? And...uh…us?” He tried to signal what he really meant.
Matt took a huge, deep, breath and blew it out slowly, closing his lips to gather courage, “so they obviously knew you from our games over the four years. And from yesterday with your goal…” Matt gave a half-hearted smile at the mention of Jack’s game winner that broke Matt’s heart and heightened his feelings at the same time, “Jack I told them this morning that I broke up with my girlfriend because I was questioning things about myself and that you were a part of that…” he eyed up a shocked Jack, “I’m sorry if I should’ve asked you first, I don’t even know how you feel about all of this but I know how I feel and just didn’t want to have you here without them knowing why…”
Jack thought for a second and took a deep breath of his own, “It’s okay, I’m glad you told them. I feel the same as you do Matt…”
Matt exhaled, a five hundred pound weight lifted finally hearing Jack truly admit that he also had real feelings for him. They sat in the kitchen and exchanged pleasantries while they ate with Matt’s parents, talking about the game, their season, and chiding each other for their constant back and forth competition. Whatever they truly were becoming together wasn’t discussed, but Matt felt his parents’ interest in Jack being more than it would be towards a regular friend. Jack felt comfortable at their table and for the first time, wondered if this was something he was actually open to being real.
After dinner, dessert, and almost two hours of family time, they finally retreated to Matt’s room around 8:30.
“Wow your parents are awesome man,” Jack said.
“Yeah I’m super lucky. I knew they’d like you,” Matt smiled at him.
“Your mom gave me a look,” Jack murmured, “something like she’d come after me if I fucked up!”
“She’s trying. I dropped a lot of bombs on them this week,” Matt laughed.
“So are we really doing this?” Jack asked, ripping off the ‘bandaid’.
“Doing what? Like…gay sex?” Matt laughed.
Jack rolled his eyes, “no, idiot. I mean yes, I guess…but I mean like…us. Like…we’re really going to try this?”
Matt shrugged and chuckled, “I feel like we already are. Shouldn’t we see if it’s more than physical at this point?”
Jack smiled back and nodded, “Okay…okay yeah. Fuck it. Let’s do it. I like you.”
Matt beamed, “Me too. Or…you too, I mean…”
Jack laughed and approached Matt, grabbing each side of his waist and reaching up on his tippy toes to make soft contact with Matt’s lips. Matt’s arms settled down around Jack’s neck as he returned the kiss and worked his tongue out and into Jack’s mouth, exploring. Jack’s hands slid up Matt’s back, pressing him closer. Matt’s own hands fisted in Jack’s t-shirt, pulling him in even tighter until their chests bumped.
Jack’s fingers grazed the hem of Matt’s shirt. Matt nodded, raising his arms slightly, and Jack quickly pulled the shirt over Matt’s head. Matt’s ghostly pale skin seemed to glow being inside as opposed to out in the middle of a field. His six-pack was subtle, etched more by his leanness than bulk, and his chest was smooth, completely hairless.
“You’re so pale,” Jack observed, a playful smirk on his face as he pulled his shirt off, revealing a ripped, athletic, torso. His skin was a deep tan everywhere except for the faint, lighter lines where his shorts usually sat.
“You’re really…tan,” Matt retorted, a little breathless as he took in Jack’s physique more closely. Jack’s shoulders were dense, his abs ripped, and there was a moderate dusting of dark hair on his chest that tapered down his stomach. The difference in their body types was jarring – Jack’s powerful, muscle-laden, darker frame against Matt’s long, lean, pale lines.
Jack flexed a bicep. “It’s called going outside Matty. Ever heard of it?”
Matt laughed, pushing at Jack’s shoulder. “Fuck off!”
Their banter was so easy, easier than with their girlfriends. Jack’s hands moved to the waistband of Matt’s sweatpants, his fingers brushing the skin beneath. Matt shivered again.
“So,” Jack said, his voice dropping an octave, “what are we thinking here? Do we just take turns…uh…playing with it?”
Matt bit his lip, a rush of heat flooding his face. “Yeah no different than with a girl,” he suggested, his voice barely a whisper.
Jack’s eyes darkened, a slow smile spreading across his lips. “Cool. I want it first.”
Jack pushed Matt backwards onto his bed. He leaned down, his lips trailing hot kisses down Matt’s stomach, past the faint outline of his abs, until his face was buried in Matt’s lap. Matt instinctively arched, his hips rising as Jack’s warm fingers found the band of his sweatpants, working them down his lean thighs, revealing a white jock strap.
“You didn’t…” Jack licked his lips and chuckled.
“I promise I don’t always wear these but wanted to fuck with you after the first time,” he smiled.
Jack saw nothing but smooth skin around the package in front, completely shaved like last time he saw Matt’s naked body over a month ago. Jack went back in and pulled the jockstrap down, tossing it as far away as he could, giggling. Matt was already hard, the same hairless 8 thin inches poking out, much longer than Jack’s.
“Fuck I forgot how big this thing is…” Jack salivated looking at it.
“Ugh stoppppp, it’s weird hearing you talk about it!” Matt covered his face.
“You don’t like when I talk about your big dick?” Jack stuck his tongue out, teasing.
“Yeah well can you suck this big dick already?” Matt wiggled his dick back and forth, showing off its impressive length.
Jack’s hand closed around Matt’s erection, then he lowered his head, his warm breath ghosting over Matt’s sensitive skin. Matt gasped as Jack's tongue flicked out, a hot, wet line from the base to the tip.
“Oh my god,” Matt moaned, his fingers tangling in Jack’s thick, dark hair. Jack was relentless, his mouth working Matt, this time unafraid to show Matt how much he wanted him. His tongue swirled around the head, then dragged along the shaft, pulling back slightly before encompassing more than half of Matt’s eight-inch, slender cock. Matt’s hips instinctively bucked, a desperate need for more. He was vaguely aware of his own legs twitching, his toes curling. Jack’s mouth worked him up and down and up and down, and he couldn’t help but throw his head back in pure ecstasy.
After a few minutes, Matt’s vision was blurring, his breath coming in gasps. He started to pull at Jack’s shoulders, pleading with him to stop. “Jack, stop, stop, I’m so close, I don’t want to—”
Jack pulled back with a wet pop, “I can’t believe how good it tastes man, fuck...” He looked up at Matt smiling, genuine emotion in his eyes. Matt felt a tug at his heart. He thought Jack looked so hot down at his groin, silhouetted by his cock.
“My turn,” Jack said, his voice rough but playful, his dark eyes sparkling. He lunged next to Matt like a kid and shimmied out of his own sweatpants and boxers in one motion.
Matt’s eyes immediately went to Jack’s crotch and the jet black mess of pubes, indicative of Jack’s focus on Soccer over other things.. He knew Jack’s dick was shorter than his from last time, a thicker, six-inch shaft that curved slightly upward, but seeing it and his both out at the same time, he was still so surprised at how different their bodies could be.
Matt grinned, “we might need to work on grooming down here…”
Jack laughed, “yeah, well, one of us has to look like a man, your body is like you just came out of the womb!” He nudged Matt’s knee with his foot. “Come on, get over here.”
Matt, still processing the visual, scrambled to his knees, his own dick still dripping pre-cum. He leaned in, taking Jack’s dick into his mouth. It was thicker than Matt’s, stretching his cheeks and tasting masculine. He worked his lips down, trying to get as much of Jack’s length as he could, making an effort to mimic the motions Jack had used on him. The taste was musky and rougher than Matt’s dick for Jack. He flicked his tongue around the head, trying his best to learn the right technique.
Jack groaned, hands coming up to cup the back of Matt’s head, holding him in place even as Matt pulled back for air. “Good boy,” Jack murmured, his fingers threading through Matt’s soft blonde hair. “You’re getting better at this…”
Matt pulled back, breathless, his lips slick. “It’s thick,” he managed, a little envious of the girth. “Mine’s like…a noodle.”
“Your noodle is fucking long, though,” Jack countered, grinning. He grabbed Matt’s dick, giving it a playful few strokes. “Like freakishly long…”
They laughed at the absurdity of their conversation, continuing to grow more and more comfortable with each other. Matt’s eyes drifted lower under Jack’s balls to the hairy hole that just barely showed.
“Sit up,” Matt said, a newfound fascination. Jack sat up on his knees and Matt peeked around him, “your butt has a lotta muscle. Like, you could bounce a quarter off this thing.”
Jack looked over his shoulder, trying to get a better look at his own.
“Hmm I guess so. Yours is adorable,” he said teasingly, reaching behind Matt to give his tiny, tight butt a light squeeze, “it’s so soft for being so small…and so smooth I don’t get it but I kinda…love it!”
Matt giggled, swatting Jack’s hand away, “you’re hairy down here…”
“Yeah I never really thought that anyone would be looking at closely at it…speaking of which, can I get a look down there…,” Jack shrugged, before his eyes narrowed, a mischievous glint in them.
Matt flushed, a blush spreading up his neck. “Right…yeah….” He squirmed, feeling suddenly self-conscious.
Jack chuckled, but the laughter faded, replaced by a serious expression. He leaned over, his gaze direct. “So, about that...you’re sure?”
Matt swallowed, a knot of nervousness tightening in his stomach. He met Jack’s gaze, took a deep breath, and nodded. “Yeah,” he said, his voice surprisingly firm. “Yeah, I’m sure. Let’s do it.”
Jack smiled and pushed Matt down onto his stomach, leaving him with a fresh view of the ghostly little cheeks higgling down below. He leaned down. The first time Jack had done this, it was because he lost their first wager and he’d been lost in the moment, but now he couldn’t believe how much he wanted to lick Matt’s most vulnerable spot.
Jack’s warm fingers spread Matt’s smooth butt cheeks, revealing a small entrance and a blonde fuzz around the hole. Matt felt the cool air on his opening. Jack’s tongue pressed against him. Matt gasped, his hips rising involuntarily. Jack immediately noticed a difference in the taste. It was far less sweaty and musky than after their one on one soccer challenge months ago out on the pitch. Jack was slow, deliberate, exploring the sensitive rim. Matt heard him hum, a low, satisfied sound.
“This is so weird,” Jack mumbled, his voice muffled against Matt’s skin. “What am I doing licking your asshole?” He pulled back just slightly, then ran his tongue thoroughly over the little blonde hairs Matt had down there, “but I fucking love it Matt…”
Matt squirmed, a choked laugh escaping him, laced with pleasure. It was weird, absolutely, and obviously not something his girlfriend had done, but he loved how close the vulnerability made him feel to Jack.
After a few blissful minutes, Matt was practically begging. He felt stretched, open, and ready. Jack pulled back, licking his lips. “Ready for the main event, blondie?” His voice was deep and masculine.
Matt, still face down in the pillow, managed a muffled, “Yes please…”
Jack hovered over him, his knees on either side of Matt’s hips, his penis silhouetted against a tiny but plump pale butt. “Condom?” he asked, his voice softer, a hint of concern.
Matt shook his head, pushing himself up slightly. “No,” he huffed, still breathless. “I don’t plan on doing stuff with other people…” Jack blinked away the seriousness of the simple statement and nodded his head.
Jack grabbed a small bottle of lube he’d brought from the pocket of his pants and gently worked it around Matt’s opening, then onto the tip of his own dick. Matt winced slightly as the cool jelly spread, then relaxed as Jack’s fingers massaged him.
“Okay,” Jack whispered, his voice shaky with anticipation, “how do you feel? I’m not sure how long we’re supposed to prep for?”
“Yeah I don’t know but your fingers feel good, so I would just go for it…” Matt responded.
Jack positioned himself, the head of his penis pressing against Matt’s opening. Matt took a shaky breath, bracing himself. Jack pushed slowly and Matt felt a sharp pressure, a stretch that made him clench his jaw. He let out a small gasp, but it quickly faded into a moan of surprise. It didn’t hurt as much as he’d expected. It was tight, yes, a strong, full sensation, but not pain. And then, as Jack continued to ease in, it shifted. The pressure turned into a deep fullness that was already turning into euphoric pleasure.
“Oh,” Matt breathed, a sound of wonder. “Oh fuck.”
Jack paused, holding himself still, his thick cock now almost fully buried inside Matt. “Okay?” he whispered, his face strained with concern.
“It’s…it’s amazing,” Matt managed. He shifted his hips slightly, instinctively lifting his butt higher, trying to take more of Jack. “I can feel it man, like it really feels like you’re in there, but it feels so fucking good…”
Jack’s eyes crinkled in amusement, a smirk playing on his lips. “Well, look at you, a natural bottom,” he teased.
Matt laughed. “Shut the fuck up!” he gasped, feeling the stretch inside him. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but this is probably the best thing I’ve ever felt…”
Jack’s smile widened. He began to move, slowly at first, then picking up the pace. Matt pushed back against him, meeting each thrust, his hands gripping at the sheets. Jack humped backwards and forwards as the barely audible sound of Jack’s muscular hips clapping against Matt’s tiny cheeks rang out.
Jack leaned down, kissing Matt’s shoulder, then his neck, then finding his mouth from behind. Matt felt himself losing control, a dizzying rush building.
“Fuck Jack,” Matt whimpered, arching his back. “Faster.”
Jack responded instantly, his hips pumping harder, faster. Matt toyed around with clenching his ass, feeling himself squeezing around Jack’s cock.
“I’m close, Matt,” Jack grunted, his voice ragged. “This feels so fucking good…”
Matt’s mind reeled. “Jack,” he choked out, his voice raw as the sounds of skin clapping got louder, maybe even loud enough for his parents to hear it from their side of the house, “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but can you cum inside of me?”
Jack’s eyes went wide and dark with surprise, his pace continuing “Are you sure? Because I’m about to bust.”
“Yeah!” Matt gasped, his hips bucking. “Yes! Please! Do it!”
A raw growl escaped Jack’s throat. He pulled back, then plunged forward with vigor, slamming into Matt with powerful, frantic thrusts. Matt cried out.
With a final, deep thrust, Jack moaned, his abs tensing, and Matt felt heat deep inside of him from the gallons of cum pouring into his ass. At the same moment, Matt reached down, his hand closing around his own throbbing huge dick, and with a few strokes, he convulsed, a wave of please exploding through him, his own cum spurting onto the bed below him as he cried out Jack’s name.
They both collapsed, Jack burying his face in Matt’s neck, his breathing ragged, his cock still throbbing inside Matt’s little butt. Matt went limp under the weight of Jack’s muscular body, breathless and spent.
“Fuck,” Jack whispered, his voice muffled against Matt’s skin.
Matt could only nod into the pill, unable to articulate the whirlwind of emotions inside him. They laid for a minute like that, Matt feeling his body getting stick from the cum puddle underneath him, Jack feeling himself softening inside of Matt’s ass.
“I’m going to take it out Matt, okay?”
Matt nodded. Jack carefully removed himself from Matt and saw that Matt’s blonde hairs surrounding his hole looked soaked from lube, sweat, and some cum that had spilled out as he removed himself.
“That is a wild visual…” Jack shook his head.
“I don’t even want to know…” Matt chuckled, turning over.
They laid down next to each other as Matt used a tissue to wipe what he could of his own cum soaking into the comforter.
“What do we do now?” Jack said, looking to his side at Matt’s matted, sweaty blonde hair.
“We said we’re going to try this for real right? Anything change on that post nut?”
Jack shook his head, “no way, I really like you…”
Matt smiled, “I like you too. I think I need to go get cleaned up in the bathroom after that,” Jack couldn’t help but smirk, knowing he’d created a mess that Matt would want to take care of, “but maybe after that, we just get ready for bed? Naked? I’d love to just…uh…cuddle, maybe?”
“Yeah let’s do it. But I’m the big spoon even though you’re bigger…” Jack said.
Matt playfully pushed him, “we’ll see!”
“I’m the top,” Jack flexed his bicep, teasingly.
“Ha ha, very funny…” Matt eyed him up, “I really liked…uhh…being the one receiving it…” he blushed.
“Well good because we can do that as much as you want!” Jack grinned.
“I still want to try flipping the other way though? If you’re open to it?” Matt asked, nervously.
Jack sighed, calmly, “definitely.”
Matt proceeded to clean himself up and the two soccer rivals drifted to sleep in their bare skin, holding each other and accepting how their respect for one another had morphed into a truly special relationship with plenty of exploration to look forward to in the months to come.
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