Rice stood up from his chair and went into the bathroom; he had to wipe all of the sticky cum from his naked tanned thigh. The excess on his hand he licked clean, he loved the way he tasted. Rice smiled in the mirror, his dirty tangled blonde hair made him look like a surfer boy. Grinning, he stared deep into his blue-grey eyes and admired himself, 5’ 6”, shaved and lean and a healthy six and a half inch cock. He hardly hit the weights out and so wasn’t really well defined with bulging musculature, but was well toned from his running track for the university. Rice wanted to ooze sex today as he had his sights on a local soccer stud; he looked mysterious and was actually more pretty than handsome.
Today is the day Brandon is mine,
Rice thought to himself as he grabbed his pants and tossed them on before heading off to practice.
At the university where Rice went around a track surrounded the soccer field where the team practiced, Rice saw Brandon every practice out there running, playing soccer whilst he did his usual eight lap run. Brandon was a stud at the university and was well toned, he looked like Cobi Jones to Rice and he always wanted to sample his taste. All Rice could think of was how firm Brandon’s ass looked as it was straining in those tight shorts, and how huge his cock had to be. The image of Brandon’s thick brown cock head teasing his pouty lips made him hard and he could hardly wait to make his move.
Three laps down, just a few more times I get to see that ass today
. He thought to himself as the track whizzed by in a blur. Rice couldn’t see the track anymore, didn’t hear the sounds of the players or other runners practicing, there was only his breathing, the anticipation of waiting for his chance to make his move. Then suddenly, as Rice was dreaming of the musky taste of cock in his mouth, he tripped and landed awkwardly.
A few of the soccer players saw this and laughed, but Brandon told them to shut up. Quickly he ran over to Rice.
He even smiles like Cobi.
Rice thought, and quickly he took a peak at his bulge, he licked his lips.
“Are you okay? You took a pretty bad spill.”
“Um, yeah I think I’m okay.” Rice replied. He winced as he tried to stand. “Don’t know if I can walk home on it like this though.”
“Do you want a ride back home?” Brandon asked, his bare chest streaked with sweat, his shoulder length brown locks a mess.
Rice managed a crooked smile, “Yeah, thanks.”
“Okay, hold on. Let me tell the guys we’re calling practice short today.” Brandon smirked as he ran off to the rest of the squad.
This is my chance
Rice thought. He removed his sweaty top and tossed it round his shoulders. Brandon returned shortly and motioned for Rice to move toward him.
“Do you need any help getting to my car?”
“No,” Rice paused, pondering. He stood and groaned under his breath, this obviously wasn’t going to work. “Well maybe just a hand, don’t want to look like a total wimp you know.”
“That’s cool.” Brandon laughed. “Gotta play it tough eh?” Brandon walked to Rice and placed a strong hand around his waist. Rice could smell his sweat as he leaned into his shoulder. Putting his arm around Brendan’s neck they walked. His cock started to twitch in his confining shorts. Brandon’s strong grip with his soft hands sent shivers down Rice’s spine, he wanted Brandon to make him suck him right there, for Brandon to fuck him like he was his willing slave.
Once they got to the car Rice let go slowly, his hands grazing Brandon’s muscled ass, he nit his lip and pouted. He could have sworn he felt Brandon return the favour. On the road back to his house, just three miles down the road, they made small talk.
“How long you been playing soccer?”
“Forever, I don’t know, probably since I was kicking in the womb?” Brandon looked over at him from the driver’s seat.
