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Locker rooms and showers were not the same for me. I couldn't avoid the visage of various cocks, beautifully diverse. Each one, special in its own way. They swung to the side as the men walked to and fro. Sometimes, a teammate would catch me looking and feign desinterest, but suddenly their members would began to inflate slightly. I was being gaudy, a little more confident in pretending nothing was happening. Fortunately, I wasn't the only one hiding that interest.
I knew for sure about four guys, four teammates, who were taking cock from our rivals. Felipe, the twins, and Lucas, our captain. But there were others.
That morning was special, and not because it was Sunday and I wouldn't have to study. My parents and grandpa would spend a whole week away, leaving me with the house just for myself.
I had never taken Julio (the guy who was constantly fucking me and feeding me his cock) to my house. Today would be the first time. He was waiting for me at the parking lot. Since my parents would be gone already, we would go straight there. I was excited, and pinching my cock from time to time, so it wouldn't grow an erection in the middle of the showers.
"Take care," my hairy captain said to me as I rushed to get dressed. He managed to slap my ass unnoticed.
"Thanks, cap."
"Tell me all about it later."
"Maybe."
I went out to meet Julio, the goalkeeper of the Reds, my daddy. And, as he liked to put it, "the guy who owned my pussy."
He was driving his motorbike. It was dangerous to mount it in daylight, threatening to be seen by my teammates. But it was quick travel.
"You're sure they're gone?" Julio asked, as I hopped on the motorcycle. He handed me the helmet.
"Dad texted me saying they were leaving."
"Good."
Mom had left the house clean and shining, sunlight slanted through the windowpanes. I closed the door and turned to see Julio parading through the house, taking off his shirt. He asked where the kitchen was, and I told him, so he went ahead and explored the fridge, while I watched a little annoyed. Getting a glass of water, he drank profoundly, drips going down his chin and chiseled chest.
I half-expected my parents to burst in and ask what that shirtless guy was doing in here, acting like he owned the place. It would be hard to explain.
"I wanna see your room," he said after satisfying his thirst.
I took him upstairs, but he stopped midway through the hall. He pulled my arm and pointed to my parent's bedroom door.
"That's my parent's bedroom. Off-limit."
Julio lifted an eyebrow and smiled.
"But..."
He stared me down until I relented.
"Fine."
We went inside.
I quickly pulled down the drapes on the window.
"Ashamed of me?" he asked. I chose to ignore that question.
The bed was spotlessly made. Julio sat down and grabbed a picture frame from the nightstand of my parents. He examined it, lips threatening a smile.
I took the picture and put it back. I felt uneasy about being in my parent's room. It was weird. And the place smelled like them, too.
Julio didn't care.
"You look mad," he said, looking absolutely thrilled about it.
"Let's go to my room."
"I like you mad, it makes me hard," he said, ignoring me. He grabbed his shorts and showed it to me.
His bulge was powered on. I had the same problem. I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of staring.
"Stubborn," he said, provoking.
He laid his head against a pillow. Mom's or dad's? I wondered.
"Take everything off except the shirt," he said. "Then come here, sniff my balls." He scratched them to make the point. I couldn't avoid admiring his palm taking a handful of those balls.
I felt my legs go weak.
I couldn't do that on my parent's bed.
Maybe I could negotiate.
"If I do that...we go to my bedroom, deal?"
He nodded and smiled.
I crawled in between his legs. He combed my hair as I nudged my nose on the hard surface of his erection, sniffed, inhaled with long intakes. Even though I was used to the smell of his cock, it still hit me like a punch.
The fabric did nothing to impede the musk of balls sweat to invade my nostrils.
"Hey," he said, taking me off the charm. "You still look grumpy. Smile. I know you want to. Come on."
My lips broke apart, and I shook my head at my own weakness. How did he break me so easily?
Julio chuckled like he always did whenever I gave in.
"You gonna be my little bitch on your parent's bed, won't you?"
"Come on, Julio. You said you would come to my room."
"I did not." He took my head by the hair and pulled it to his crotch. I inhaled again, rubbing my face on the hardness. I lost myself.
"That's right, smell daddy, like a slutty pussy boy," he said. "That's what you are, isn't it?"
I moaned in agreement.
"Good boy!" he said.
He pulled me on top of him, grabbed my face and kissed me slowly.
"I fucking love you!" he said, sounding as if he was surprised. I felt myself go tight and tense.
"You do?"
His face went red, but then he smiled.
"Don't tell anyone," he said.
"I love you too."
We fell into an embrace on top of the bed, saying those words over and over, and our cocks were so hard and ready to cum that it seemed like we were in the middle of hard rough sex.
And I felt so guilty.
Somehow, saying those words to a guy felt even dirtier than just sex. It didn't make them false.
But Julio began to feel my hole, pressing the tip of his finger around the entrance. That was familiar territory, and I was so ready to get some dick.
"Where's the lube?" I said, inching my nose forward and grazing his lips.
It was in his pocket. After lubing, I mounted him slowly under his scrutiny. I moaned when the cock hit my spot halfway through.
"So big!" I said. "Such a big cock, sir."
"You like that?"
"I do, daddy."
His throat let out a scratching sound.
"Ride me, bitch."
But the real sex was in our eyes, in the contact that never broke. At first, it was hard, and my cheeks were burning. But he told me to keep looking.
"That's it, dance on daddy's cock."
"Damn," I cried and bit my lip.
I lost track of time.
"I think you wanna cum for daddy without touching yourself, like a good slut."
"Ohhhh fuck," I closed my eyes, and began to shake and tremble on top of him, while my cock gushed out cum. Most of it fell on his belly, but the first load went straight to my parent's bedsheet.
"Damn," Julio muttered, and ejaculated his cream inside me.
I looked at him, outraged.
