I finish cleaning up and look at Nate with a grin and say, “Let’s play, but you better not get mad when I kick your ass. I never lose with Yoshi, ever.”
We both lounge on my blue-grey plush couch, extremely close, legs touching. I turn on the Nintendo and look at him, saying, “You sure you want to do this?”
He smiles and points towards the Nintendo, clearly ready to go. We play three rounds, and I kick Nate’s ass every time. He plays with all the best fighters and still cannot beat me once, which isn’t surprising. I feel bad constantly winning, so I throwthe next few games. When I see his face lighten up, I figure it was not such a bad decision.
While playing Super Smash, we keep giggling with each other as our characters continuously die in different ways. We are sitting so close to each other that I feel his legs rub against mine. His skin is so smooth against mine that it sends chills down my leg. I can actually feel my leg hair standing up; I hope he doesn’t realize.
I want to keep playing, but we have been playing for so long, and I really want to watch a movie. I look at Nate, give him puppy dog eyes, and say, “Harry Potter time?”
Nate looks at me and says, “Fine, you’re lucky I am nice.”
We finish our last game and get ready to start the first Harry Potter. Quickly, I grab us a fluffy beige blank and pull it over our bodies while I turn off the lights. I look at Nate and whisper, “Ready?” I can’t help but feel so warm as Nate warms up right next to me and gives me a nod.
We are around thirty minutes into the movie when I see Nate staring at me. I am not sure what he wants, but I continue to be glued to the movie. Another ten minutes goes by, and Nate puts his hand on my leg, which leads to the chills running down my leg again. I turn to him to ask him, “What’s up?” but before I get any words out, he plants his lips on mine.
His lips brush mine, slow at first, almost teasing, but it doesn’t stay gentle for long. His hands slip behind my neck, pulling me in deeper, and I fall into it. The kiss turns hot, desperate even, like we’ve both been holding back this entire night. His body is pressed against mine, warm and firm. I feel his breath on my mouth when I slide my hand under his shirt, fingers tracing the lines of his back. We’re not saying anything, but everything we’ve wanted is pouring out.
We pull each other’s shirts off easily as we get out of our pants. I look at him and grunt softly, “Can I?” as I motion towardhis briefs. The heat between us is undeniable. I want nothing more than to touch him, to feel all of him. He meets my eyes and says, “Only touching tonight.” There’s something firm but tender in the way he says it, and I nod, fully understanding the boundary.
Slowly, I slip his briefs off and stare intently at his dick. He’s already half hard, and just watching him respond to me sends a pulse of need through my entire body. It’s such a beautiful dick. It must be at least 7 inches when fully hard. I want to take him in my mouth, but hopefully next time. I put my hands first on his balls and start rubbing them as he lets out consistent moans. As I’m playing with his balls, I watch his dick grow hard as a rock.
I reach for the small bottle of lube I stashed in the side table and pour a few drops in my palm before wrapping my hand around him. I slowly stroke over the head of his dick, which causes Nate to let out a moan. I take my other hand and begin to play with his balls again. As I go over the head of his dick, I feel him thrusting into my hand like he’s fucking it. After only a minute, he lets out two small squirts of cum, following an explosion which lands all over me. I can’t help but start to get hard, which excites me.
Nate looks up at the ceiling with pure satisfaction glistening on his face, which makes me feel a sense of accomplishment. All I’m thinking of is, “Is it my turn yet?” My cock is hungry to be touched, which is new territory. I want to take advantage of these newfound feelings, so I interrupt Nate’s bliss, pushing his hand toward my dick. My erection, feeling like it’s pulsating, is craving for a release.
As Nate looks at me with a seductive grin, he pours an excessive amount of lube onto my cock, which thankfully leaks onto my balls. With my guidance, Nate starts rubbing my lubricated balls while stroking just the head of my cock. Eachtime he motions over the tip, I feel a warm surge through my body.
“I don’t know how much longer I can last,” I blurt.
Immediately after, Nate slows down, allowing a drop of precum to exit the tip. He looks at me as I nod approval to continue. He gradually speeds up his motion, and within a minute, I let out what feels like a gallon of cum. Immediately, I fall back on the couch, bare ass, legs spread, and full of complete satisfaction.
After a quick return to reality, I look at Nate, who is smiling, and say, “Need a shower, or do you want to live with my cum all over you?”
Nate giggles and says, “As tempting of a livelihood, that is, I’ll take a shower, please. First, We should pause the movie. “
I slap his butt and say, “you’re right, I don’t want to miss any part of this fabulous movie.”
We both laugh as we walk in stride to the enormous shower. After a long shower and a quick make-out session, we both relax on the couch, fully clothed.
I look into Nate’s eyes and say, “Clearly, we are not finishing the movie since it’s 10 at night.” I look at him with need and say, “You can sleep over if you don’t want to go home this late. I have spare rooms, as you could guess.”
With a bit of hesitation, Nate replies, “I think I will head home tonight. I’m meeting with Mel tomorrow to review our upcoming events, but let’s hang next weekend?
I let out a loud “Yes!”
We both shout out at the same time, “Same time and place, next Saturday!” I can’t help but smile, knowing that Nate clearly knows my next game is Thursday; how else would he know I’m free this time?
After an extra thirty minutes of snuggling and talking about our lives on the couch, Nate gets up and gets his things to go. Itake him down the elevator and kiss him goodbye. I can’t help but feel extra happy watching him walk toward the train station in my clothes.
***
Practice this week was hectic, and clearly, I was still in the doghouse with Coach throughout the week, which is why I am surprised I am starting Thursday night’s preseason game. I am pumped up and feel great. I’ve been texting Nate all week, which is most likely why I’m in such a good mood.
I keep thinking about last night when Nate spontaneously started jerking off on FaceTime and came all over the lens. The visuals were excellent, which is why I followed his lead and climaxed in thirty seconds. I am going to take those thoughts onto the field and let them alleviate all my anxieties.
The game starts extremely quickly, with a fantastic interception by Marcus, who is having an impressive preseason. He will undoubtedly make the 53-man roster. I rush onto the opposing team’s 30-yard line and prepare for a quick handoff up the middle. Once Josh Miller screams, “Hike,” I move towards him and grab the ball, then immediately cut back to the left side. I sprint rapidly towards the sideline and run out-of-bounds after a 25-yard gain.
I need this touchdown; I need it for me. I look at Miller and mouth, throw me the ball. I could see him holding his hands towards the ears of his helmet, clearly taking the play from coach McCormick. With five seconds left of the play clock, Miller hikes the balls and fakes the ball to Briggs. Immediately after, he rolls to his right and throws a dart into my chest. With one defender on me, I am able to spin to my left and sprint into the end zone.
