The Perfect Match

I looked up with at the boy with the blue hair as he stood at the door with his cock out. Coach walked out and as soon as the door shut, he locked it.

"Well, he might not have cared if you got caught, but I'm ready to have some more fun." He started walking towards me. I stared at his dick. It was a lot smaller than coach's, and honestly I felt like I was starting to get the hang of things but I didn't know if I was down to suck of some random guy. With coach it was different. I knew him. At least... that's what I was trying to convince myself as he got closer.

"Looks like you two had some fun," he touched my lips, and when he pulled his hands away I saw that he had some of coach's cum on his fingers, "I bet you'll be able to help me out then." He started moving his half-hard dick to my mouth.

"I don't even know your name."

"It's Hayden," he said. As soon as I opened my mouth to respond he stuck his dick in. This guy really knew how to find his way into my mouth. I was so mad I wanted to bite down, but something about feeling another hard cock in my mouth got me going. What the fuck was happening? When I woke up this morning I was straight. Or I guess I thought I was. Then, all of a sudden it was gay sex dreams and giving strangers blow jobs? I didn't know what was going on with me, but I didn't want to stop.

I quickly started to get back into the motions, moving my tongue around his tip and taking as much of it down my throat as I could. He definitely wasn't as loud as coach, but he was a lot faster. He moved his dick in and out of my mouth so fast I could barely decide how I wanted to do things. Hayden was a guy who knew what he wanted, but I knew what I wanted too.

I grabbed his dick and started to work my way down to his balls. They were a lot different than coach's. For starters, they were shaved, and they weren't as big so I could easily fit both of them in my mouth. Hayden started to moan. I bet I could make him be pretty loud too. His balls were salty and I could tell that there were covered in sweat. That made sense, because I guess Hayden had been wrestling guys all day. His sweat made them taste even better. I moved them around with my tongue while jacking him off. It felt surprisingly good to jack another guy off, and I moved my hand down to start jacking myself off as well.

I wasn't paying attention to my own dick, so I was shocked to find out that I was already hard, leaking pre-cum. Hayden figured out what I was doing.

"Oh? You wanna get off too? Stand up then, fag." He said. It pissed me off that he called me fag, but I was thinking the same thing about him a few hours earlier, and really, I guess he was right to call me that. Either way, I was excited to get my dick sucked. As soon as I stood up, Hayden walked over to the sink and bent over.

"You're gonna fuck me," he said.

I scoffed, "With no lube?" I'd tried anal with girls a few times before but I never had enough lube. "You think you can take that?"

"No. You're gonna spit on my ass." I was confused. Did that actually work? I was horny, and I didn't want to discuss it. Plus, who cared if I hurt him? He was an asshole anyway. I got on my knees, pulled his cheeks apart, and spit right onto his asshole. I licked his balls a little more, for good luck, I guess. Even after having them in my mouth, they were still salty with sweat. I stood up and slowly started to work my dick into his hole. It started to go in with no problem.

Holy fuck! It was so tight. The deeper I went, the better it felt. I didn't know if anal always felt this good, or if I was just that much more turned on by my first time with a guy. I felt Hayden move back against me, and I was balls deep. I started to move in and out and felt myself get more into it. This time, it was me who started to moan. I spread my legs apart so I could get in as deep as I could. Hayden was being pretty quiet, so I started to fuck him harder and harder until I was practically ramming myself into him. Finally, he started to groan.

"There you go." He said. God. Everything this guy said pissed me off. I pushed him harder against the sink and started fucking me faster. He started gasping me for air and moaning. 

"Yeah," I thought, "There you go." The harder I fucked him, the louder he was, and that pissed me off too for some reason. Who gives a fuck if the door is locked? We could still get caught. I wrapped my hand around his throat and started to choke him.

That turned me on even more. I never thought I'd be into it, but I guess I had never tried. The same could be said about hooking up with guys, I guess. I started to feel myself getting closer to cumming.

"I'm gonna cum!" Hayden gasped, as he tried to breathe. Huh. I guess I wasn't doing to bad then, was I? Fucking asshole. I started to push into him harder and harder. He started moaning again and I looked up into the mirror just in time to see him shoot his load.

That turned me on too, I guess. A day full of surprises. I felt my knees start to give in and I shot my load into his ass. The more I felt myself cum, the deeper I felt myself going. I wanted this kid to have my cum as deep in him as possible. After what felt like forever, I pulled my dick out. I looked at myself in the mirror. I was sweating more than I had in any practice. I was feeling pretty good.

"How'd you like being on top in here, too?" Hayden smirked, as he pulled his shorts back up. I pulled my own shorts back up from around my ankles and ignored him.

"Are you just gonna leave that there for someone else to clean up?" I asked, pointing at his cum on the counter.

"Yeah." He said, "You." He put his hand on my head and shoved me down towards the sink. Second time today this kid surprised me with how strong he was.

"That's fucking disgusting." I said, trying to move my head away.

"So is getting fucked in a bathroom," he responded, forcing my head down. I stared at his cum. I guess there was only one way out of this... I stuck my tongue out. Fuck! It had only been about 20 minutes since coach left but I forgot how good it tasted. I honestly had no problem licking up the rest. I didn't even like the guy and here I was swallowing his load, so to speak.

"Is that good enough?" I said, as I stood up. Thank god I came and could get on with the rest of the tournament. I couldn't imagine hooking up with another guy if they were anything like him. We started to walk towards the door.

"Hey I was supposed to meet another guy here," he said, "Do you wanna wait for him, too?" God! What was his problem? I had gone from hating him this morning, to fucking him, to hating him again. Not that he made it hard. I shoved him against the wall as hard as I could and left.

As I walked down the dark hall I couldn't stop thinking. Another guy? Maybe I did want to throw my matches for the rest of the day so I could do this tomorrow too... After what I did with coach I'm pretty sure I could find a way to get into the next tournament.

No. This was definitely the end, right? Even after cumming into another guy, I figured I would be satisfied... but even though I came I wasn't quite sure I was finished...