I was still upset with myself half an hour after the game. Everyone else had already changed and gone home, taking the 12-11 loss in stride. It was only a recreational indoor soccer league game, after all.
But I’d missed the tying goal with three seconds left. Faced with a goalie prone out of position, I’d sailed a shot right into the net – the net that hung from the ceiling of the arena to keep balls from flying into the stands.
I gripped the sink in the changeroom and hung my head, too disgusted to even look at myself in the mirror.
Smack!
I jumped up onto my toes, the swift whack on the ass waking me out of my misery. I stared into the mirror. Octavio was standing there, grinning at me.
‘Still punishing yourself over blowing that goal, huh?’ he said. ‘Mind if I lend a hand?’
Before I could object, the big, raven-haired guy smacked my butt again, jolting me a second time, this time on the other cheek. I was still wearing my game shorts, but that pitifully thin garment did little to take away the sting of the guy’s huge right hand.
Octavio was completely naked. He’d obviously just come out of the showers located on the other side of the sinks and urinals. His smooth, rugged body glistened like copper, his cock sticking almost straight out from between his legs.
I got a weird feeling – in my mind and ass and groin. I stared at Octavio’s long, hard prick in the mirror, my hands gone damp on the sides of the sink, my legs shaking.
And he swatted my bum again, and again. My butt flesh throbbed with heat, like my cock. I was actually getting turned on by the guy’s rough touch, the sight of his naked body and dick.
He got even more touchy, suddenly sinking his bare hands into the back of my shorts and splaying them out on my bare buttocks. ‘Want me to rub it better, baby?’ he joked, massaging my burning bum. He was still grinning like it was all in a day’s work as team captain, his swollen cockhead sniffing up over my ass.
I gulped, my entire body shimmering with Octavio’s hands plying my cheeks. First the pain, then the pleasure, then pain and pleasure together – from a guy! I’d never experienced anything like it before. But, so help me, I was truly getting off on it.
Octavio knew it too. He pulled his hands out of my shorts and then pulled my shorts right down. My bubble-butt popped out nude and lewd right before the nude and lewd dude and his aroused cock, my own dick now fully poled out in front of me.
He clutched my cheeks and squeezed them, kneaded them, his dong bobbing.
‘Jesus!’ I breathed, on fire back and front. The guy’s cheer job was sure as hell working; I couldn’t even remember the score of the game we’d just played.
But Octavio knew the score. He roamed his hands all over my butt, caressing and groping, getting himself a real good feel, and giving one. Then he released my right cheek and grasped his hard-on, slapped my buttock with the iron rod. I yelped, not from any actual pain, but from the blistering intimacy of skin on skin, cock to ass.
Octavio whacked my left cheek with his dick, my right again, really laying down the lumber. I shivered with every sharp, sexual blow, my own cock jumping higher and harder.
Then I made my move, staring at Octavio’s handsome face, his bright brown eyes reflected in the mirror. I grabbed my cock and started stroking, putting it all out there.
We were playing a better, hotter game than soccer now, one on one, and scoring was right at my fingertips. I fisted my cock from tightened balls to boiled-up cap, Octavio smacking my butt cheeks to rippling with his heavy dong.
It had all flared up so quickly and unexpectedly that I was ready to go off in seconds. Octavio sensed it, seeing my trembling legs and buttocks. He cracked my cheeks a couple more times with his prick, then cranked himself, stroking his cock fast and furious over my blazing ass.
I stared at the guy in the mirror, at his mounded, clenching pecs, his stiff, burnt-sugar nipples, his tight, muscled stomach, his hand shooting up and down the length of his tremendous erection. ‘Yeah!’ I grunted, pumping to keep pace.
‘Drop it!’ he suddenly barked.
I wasn’t sure what he was talking about. So he showed me, bending down slightly and reaching in between my legs to knock my hand off my dick, replacing it with his hand.
‘Jesus!’ I gulped a second time. The guy’s hot, smooth hand felt wicked good on my throbbing pole. He pumped back and forth, stretching me out with sensation, his forearm rubbing my balls just the right way.
I gripped the sink and held on for dear life, not wanting to come until we’d played every aspect of this new game. Because something told me we were still in the first half; the best, and Octavio and I, yet to come.
Sure enough, the big guy squatted right down in behind me, still jacking my cock. I felt a soft, warm pair of lips on my ass, kissing the sting out of my cheeks. Then a wet tongue, pressing against a lit-up buttock, swirling all over the burning skin.
I dropped my head almost right down into the sink, on fire with the strange erotic feelings of getting my cock stroked by another man, getting my ass kissed. My whole body shook, my dick a numb piece of meat in Octavio’s caressing hand, as he lightly sunk his teeth into one of my seat cushions, then the other one, then slid his tongue in between my cheeks.
‘Fuck!’ I cried, shooting up, jolted by the electric impact of his tongue on my crack.
He let go of my cock and planted both hands on my bum, spread my mounds, exposing my virgin pucker. He kept me in suspense like that for a moment. Then he blew on my asshole, and I just about went right through the mirror. He quickly followed up hot air with hot, wet tongue, pushing his pink sticker against my starfish.
I bit my lip and dug my fingernails into the enamel, never feeling anything like it before in my life – someone licking my asshole. Fuck, it felt delicious! The guy bathed my ultra-sensitive manhole, stroked my pucker, lapped at my crack. He dragged his tongue up and down in between my cheeks, from balls to tailbone, over and over, leaving me breathless and blazing.
Then he really bit his fingernails into my cheeks and ripped the pair wide open, jammed his tongue right into my bung. I jerked, and groaned, the tip of his squirming mouth-organ and two more inches besides shooting inside me, invading my rectum with heat and dampness.
He pumped back and forth, fucking my ass with his tongue. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back, fully realising what an erogenous zone I had back there. My straining cock twitched up and down, in rhythm to Octavio spearing my chute.
Then he plunged his tongue in as far as it would go, and kept it plugged there, writhing around. I full-body shuddered, arcs of joy sparking all through me, from the tongue-stuffed bung on up. He couldn’t’ve jacked me up any more if he’d stuck a live wire in my ass.
Finally, he withdrew his tongue, oozing it out slow and oh so sensuous from my asshole. ‘Gimme some soap, playa,’ he growled, getting back to his feet.
I twisted my head around and stared at him. He nodded, his huge hard-on doing the same. We’d gotten this far into the game. There was no quitting now.
I pumped soap from the sink dispenser into my hand, then handed it back to Octavio. He scooped it out of my trembling paw and slathered it onto his cock, grinning at me, greasing the full length of his prick. I watched him, my nerves screaming, my own cock pulsating. Then I really did scream, when he slid his slippery fingers into my crack and lubed me up.
He scrubbed in between my cheeks, soaping my asshole, stroking my sensitive butt cleavage. ‘Let’s see if you’re game-ready,’ he said at last, then glided a long, thick finger inside me.
‘Yes!’ I cried, his digit filling the aching emptiness his tongue had left in my asshole.
He gripped my waist with his other hand and dug his finger into my butt up to the third knuckle, pumped. He pushed me back and forth with the force of his stretching, probing finger, delving pleasurably deep inside me. Then he doubled the pleasure, sliding another digit into my bung.
I groaned and glared at my sweating reflection in the mirror, getting finger-fucked by the stud. He slammed his digits in and out, his fist banging off my cheeks. My cock jumped wildly with each deep-body thrust, like my soul.
His fingers glided all the way out, leaving me with that savage emptiness again. But only for a moment. I felt something thick and meaty pressing against my bunghole – his cap. I stared at him. He was gritting his teeth and gazing down at my ass with a concentrated expression on his face, gripping my waist and his cock, pressing his hood into my pucker.
‘Fuck, yeah!’ I growled, the guy popping through, popping my anal cherry, his cap crowding the entrance to my chute.
Octavio didn’t let up on the pressure, driving his shaft through my ring, sinking his big cock slow and sure into my anus; all eight veiny, amazing inches. My ass was on fire like never before, swollen with pulsating dong, the blaze spreading to my balls and cock and all through the rest of my body. It felt weird, wonderful, wicked, having a man’s beating cock jammed up my ass.
Octavio didn’t waste any time mourning my loss of anal virginity. Instead, he celebrated it, gripping both my hips and churning his, pumping his pole back and forth in my chute. I groaned my encouragement, my head spinning, eyes blurring, my ass getting stuffed full of feeling, fucked to the limit.
‘Christ, you’re tight, hot!’ Octavio growled, pounding into my anus. His pecs clenched and his stomach clutched, his heavy thighs banging against my battered cheeks, his axe just about splitting me in two.
I rocked back and forth to his brutally sensual rhythm. Then I grabbed my own cock again, slid my soapy hand up and down its raging length. But I could hardly feel it, the awesome sensation of the big guy’s plunging cock in my dirtbox overpowering all others.
Octavio slapped my ass, rippling my cheeks with the flat of his hand as he rammed into them with his body. He stung me again and again, never breaking the plundering pace of his dick in my chute. The steamy air filled with the crack of flesh against flesh, the moaning and groaning of two men getting it on in the greatest sport known to man.
Octavio upped the tempo to frenzy level, grabbing my waist with both hands again and absolutely reaming my ass. My anus burned with the pistoning friction, his cock plunging down to the balls and back up, sawing me in two. I fisted my own dick to keep up, glaring at the fucking stud in the mirror.
The tension swelled to a towering level, the air crackling, Octavio’s thighs gunshotting off my buttocks. We breathed through our flared nostrils, concentrating full-bore on Octavio’s cock thundering into my ass.
Then I danced up onto my tiptoes, my own cock going off in my flying hand just as Octavio threw back his head and howled, his dong exploding in my anus. He jerked around on the end of my ass like I was jerking around on the end of his cock, spurting fire against my bowels. He filled me to overflowing as I jetted my own balls out against the sink, over and over and over again.
I would’ve collapsed into blissful unconsciousness and clunked my head on enamel, if Octavio hadn’t scooped me up in his arms and held me tight to his heaving chest, his cock still buried in my simmering butt. We stood like that, breathing hard, melded together, trembling with the sweet aftershocks of our all-out ecstasy. Octavio cupped my pecs and kissed my neck, gently undulating his hips against my ass, rutting his cock around in my beautifully violated chute.
I leant my head back on the guy’s massive shoulder and sighed. ‘Well played, man.’
He smiled. ‘Glad my post-game pep talk got your mind off the soccer match.’
I turned my head and kissed him, our lips meeting soft and warm, then harder, hotter, deeper. I spun around in his arms, his cock popping out of my ass, pressing up against my cock full frontal. We clutched each other tight, kissing, then frenching, our tongues twisting together, our cocks squeezing, sliding, hardening.
‘Game’s not over yet, stud,’ I breathed, staring into the guy’s smouldering brown eyes.
He grinned, going down to his knees in front of my reinvigorated dick. Game on!