The covered sports hall on the outskirts of Guayaquil trapped the heat like a sealed container. By late afternoon, the concrete radiated warmth, and the air inside shimmered with sweat, noise, and anticipation. Two amateur teams had gathered for a friendly match, but there was nothing casual about the way bodies collided on the court or the way the crowd roared at every near miss.
By the final whistle, shirts clung to skin, lungs burned, and adrenaline still hummed beneath the surface. The players filtered off the court in loose clusters, laughter mixing with exhaustion as they made their way toward the locker rooms.
That was when Julián noticed them.
Eduardo stood out immediately—not because he was loud, but because he didn’t need to be. A mullato boy, tall, lean, built from years of physical labor, he moved with the unselfconscious confidence of someone comfortable in his body. Sweat darkened the fabric of his shirt, outlining muscle and strain. Beside him was Sebastián, slightly younger, just as solid, grinning easily as he joked and nudged Eduardo with his shoulder. Their familiarity was effortless, almost intimate, the kind that came from shared routines and long days spent working side by side.
Julián lingered near the benches, pretending to retie his boots. At nineteen, he was the youngest on his team, softer in build, shorter, still carrying the rounded edges of adolescence. He felt suddenly conspicuous among the older men, aware of the contrast between his own body and theirs. And yet, something in Eduardo’s presence pulled at him—an instinctive, reckless curiosity.
The locker room gradually emptied. Voices faded down the corridor. The echo of running water and clanging lockers softened into silence.
Julián straightened and approached.
Their first exchange was casual—comments about the match, a shared laugh about a missed goal. Eduardo’s voice was low, steady, his attention divided between Julián and Sebastián, who watched with an amused expression. Julián pushed the conversation further, letting his words linger a fraction too long, letting his gaze rest where it normally wouldn’t. He tested the boundary, then tested it again.
Eduardo resisted at first, half-smiling, brushing it off. But the heat, the exhaustion, the physical closeness of the locker room worked against restraint. The match had left his body charged, restless. Sebastián noticed the shift before Julián did; he caught Eduardo’s glance and answered it with a knowing nod, stepping back just enough to give space without truly leaving.
What followed happened quickly, yet felt inevitable.
Eduardo gestured toward a side corridor, away from the main entrance. The three of them moved through the dimmer section of the hall, where the noise of the lockers no longer reached. The air was heavier here, the concrete walls holding onto the day’s warmth.
Eduardo stopped, close enough now that Julián could feel the heat coming off him. The size difference was impossible to ignore. Eduardo’s presence filled the narrow space, solid and immovable. Julián’s confidence wavered for the first time, replaced by a flicker of uncertainty that came too late to undo what he had set in motion.
Sebastián remained just behind them, silent, observant.
Eduardo leaned in, his voice low, his expression unreadable. Whatever he said was enough to make Julián’s breath catch.
Then, in a swift move, he turns Julián around, pins him against the wall, and abruptly pulls down his soccer shorts. He started fingering him aggressively with his massive muscular hands, while kissing his neck and spitting all over him. Sebastián already pulled out his cock and started stroking. Julián moaned as Eduardo's put his fingers deeper inside him. His soft moans turned Edu on so much that he pulls out his dick, hucks a loogie on it and shoves it all at once in Julián's butt. Julián literally screams. Eduardo doesn't stop, he doesn't even slow down. He needs to plant his seed as deep as possible inside Julián at his own pace, one that Julián's fragile body can't keep up with. This was not your usual sensual experience, it was plain physical activity, involving a monster cock and an anal cavity.
From that moment, it was seven inches in, seven inches out. Edu's chest clinged to Julián's back. His hard black nipples frotting against him, adding more to the sensation.
Julián tried to catch on to Eduardo's vigor and tenacity but the latter was on a different level of roughness and strength. His whole body was in motion and sweating profusely. His hands grabbing by the waist. His shoulders tense and his arms flexing. His feet were raised to give him leverage over Julián, who was getting the toughest prostate massage he was yet to experience. He even squirted a few shots of cum into the floor.
At that point, Julián was overwhelmed by the commotion. A mix of pain, pleasure and feeling like he's being transformed into a slut without having to do anything. He way just leaning against the wall with his hands. Eduardo was doing all the work on him and for him. He didn't even have to cum, Edu fucked it right out of him.It felt good for a minute until it started to feel like having a surgery without anesthesia. Julián groaned, yelped. He even tried to push Edu away with his weak arms. The latter did not care, There was no concern, no thought of accommodation. There was only the relentless drive to go balls deep, thrust as hard and fast as he can, and to reach release without hesitation. He did not stop untill he put in his final thrusts, the ones that hurt Julián the most. In that exact moment -when Edu pressed against Julián to seed him as deeply as possible-. Julián crumbles and slips away from Edu's dick. He falls to the ground, ass shaking from the action. Eduardo's cock -soaring in the air like a sword - shoots multiple loads of cum all over Julián's fallen body. He moaned deeply, it was a huge release.
This is when Eduardo moves aside -dick still hard and fully erect- and lets Sebastián, who was jerking off all this time and is about to cum, plant his dick in Julián's butt. He does a few swings and then cums inside abundantly. Sebastián then pulls out and jumps back up on his feet. Leaving Julián, unconscious, laying down, with cum dripping from his asshole.
Now that Edu and Sebastiàn were both satisfied, they smile and nod at each other, do a fist bump in the air and leave the room laughing and cackling like the two foolish horses they are. Julián is spent across the floor like a victim of a crime scene. His legs are so sore he can't even stand up.
The door at the end of the corridor clicked shut.
The rest was swallowed by silence, heat, and the consequences of an underestimated sexual encounter.
