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Lucas raised his hand and blew the whistle signaling the end of training. I was the first to reach him, and he handed me a bottle of water. I drank while looking around at the small field. Two rows of benches surrounded it, all empty at the moment. The field was illuminated by large lampposts during the night.
"Cheer on," Lucas said. Lucas was the captain of the team. He had hurt his ankle a while ago in a game. The foul play had been committed by a guy named Ricardo. So Lucas decided to wait a few more days before playing again, although he looked healed.
"Today was not my day," I said. I sat down beside him. We played seven against seven, and I lost. The other guys were reaching us.
"You suck," Felipe said to me. "Can't hit the net if your life depended on it."
"I can hit your face, shithead."
The other guys looked at each other, some sighed.
"Because of you we lost the last game," Lucas said to Felipe. I snorted, while Felipe seethed.
"I made one mistake."
"Which led to our team losing. One mistake is all it takes. That is why we train. That is why it's okay for Bruno to make mistakes while training, so he can get better." The captain knew how to put every one in their place. The real name of the team was Galaxy. But we referred to it as Blue, Blue the team, and Blue the players.
Our rivals were the Red, or Redwave. We lived in a small town, and it seemed we could only afford time and people for no more than two teams.
We headed to our showers in the local gymnasium. The Blue had their own showers, and so did the Red. We never went to theirs, and they never came to ours. Lucas and I shared one shower.
Felipe walked up to us, naked, dick dangling. He was white, tall and lean, with brown hair.
"I didn't mean to be a jackass. Sorry." He flashed a smile, and I shook his hand.
Lucas was glad to see it. He had a pale baby face and his body was short and bulky, but he had impressive body hair. From neck to feet, he was like a gorilla, and the muzzle between his legs was almost comical. He didn't care, though. He enjoyed being hairy.
When I was dressing up, Lucas was putting on red boxer briefs right beside me. Maybe he didn't like shaving because the hair made his bulge look full.
As he walked past me, I slapped his butt, and he smiled.
"Look, the twins are telling a story, let's go," he said.
The twins were Vince and Victor. They had long hair, slender bodies and dark skin, and they weren't dressed yet, their cocks semi-hard.
Around them, the others listened and laughed. The story was about a girl they had shared. She had a boyfriend, but they fucked her anyway. They sent her back to her boyfriend stretched and creamed.
By the time they finished, their cocks were hard, and they weren't the only ones. But Felipe doubted the part where the girl said she would show her boyfriend.
"Some guys are into that," Vince said, smiling.
I had glanced at Lucas many times during the tale, but at that moment, our eyes met for a split second.
"I saw you looking at me," Lucas said later. He was giving me a lift home. "During Vince and Victor's story."
He caught me off guard. "What, no, dude..."
Lucas snorted. "I felt like a had a big pair of horns all of a sudden. Those two idiots knew exactly what they were doing."
"But...it looked like you enjoyed the story too."
"Yeah...I kind of pictured the girl in the story as my girl. Don't tell the guys."
"Seriously?" I asked. He nodded. "Alright." To each their own.
"Stop smiling. I'm serious. Made me want to jerk off," he said, and then began to laugh at my reaction. "Every one wanted to do it too. Even you." He grabbed his bulge. The fact that I was looking didn't bother him. "You wanna look?" he asked me.
"Fuck you," I said, shaking my head. Lucas laughed louder.
"Okay, okay, just kidding."
After a while, I adjusted myself in the seat. I ignored his smile.
Next day, after the showers, Lucas accidentally bumped his ass against my crotch. His ass felt smooth and tight, bigger than most girls I knew. "Sorry, bro," he said.
"No problem."
It happened twice the next day. Each time, he would press himself a longer period of time. It was no accident. Even with the guys somewhere in the showers, Lucas was not afraid. I pushed him away once because Vince showed up. I turned my back because of my hard cock. When Vince was gone, I ground against Lucas some more. My cock was getting squished by his buttocks and making me shake with pleasure.
"Hey, let me do it too."
"What?" I said. He turned me around and rubbed against me. Just a little. We laughed it off. But I let him do it again in the parking lot, since it was dark and the others were not around.
"Keep quiet," he said, pushing me against the car. He pulled down my shorts a little, so his cock was really warm against my buttcheeks.
"Now it's my turn," I said. Lucas agreed. He pulled down his shorts completely, showing me his hairy ass.
"You don't have to do it with your underwear. Take it off."
"Nah. I'm good."
He smiled.
"Dude, you're already...okay, whatever," he said. I was tempted to pull out completely, but resisted. I just kept grinding. We only stopped because of some voices nearby. "Let's do it in the car." Inside the car, I was more inclined to pull it out.
He jerked me off while he drove me home. When he was done with me, I agreed to do him too. His cock was smaller, but very thick, and the hair was overflowing. We began to do it every day after training. Once, I smelled my hand after, and was taken aback by the heavy muskiness. It smelled like cock. It was like a punch in the face.
"Man, stop pretending," Lucas said when he saw my face. "You're telling yourself you should hate it, so you can't enjoy it. Just enjoy it."
He grabbed his cock for a while and then told me to smell the hand.
"Much better, huh?" he asked. It was true, the smell got better each time I tried it.
I began to ask him to come inside the house. My parents were okay with Lucas. He was a long-time friend. However, my mom almost caught us once, when Lucas was sucking my ass. We heard her steps and barely had time to dress up. My face was burning. I thought I was too old to feel ashamed of my mom, but there I was.
"Dude, my dad is almost never home," Lucas said. "You can do it there."
"We should stop," I cut him. "I mean, what is this? We look like two fags."
Lucas didn't offer again, and we didn't touch each other for the rest of the night. I kept thinking about apologizing but holding myself back, until it was too late and Lucas was sleeping soundly on the mattress below.
On Saturdays, the training happened by day. I was pretty excited. Lucas trained as well, his ankle didn't act up and he declared himself healed. But he was not going to play on Sunday against the Red
Lucas later told me in the showers. "You really progressed these last few days."
"Really?"
"Shit, can't you tell? Everyone is impressed."
I looked around, then grabbed his dick, giving it a good squeeze.
"No, dude. We look like two fags."
He left me standing there like an idiot.
I passed him by in silence while he was dressing up and, as I was leaving the showers, he asked me if I wasn't going with him. I refused and walked home.
I thought I was rid of him for the rest of the day, but he showed up at lunch, and my mom fed him with food and attention. He complimented me again in front of my whole family, which made my father express his delight very loudly, and he even got my grandpa excited to the game. Grandpa had played for the Blue back in the day.
Lucas met my eyes for a moment, and I smiled. My captain.
"Let's go up to my room," I said. "Play a game or something."
We laid down on the bed, and after a few grabs and touches, we pulled out and jerked each other. We had a little sword fight.
"Yours is bigger," he said. "It's not fair."
We were both very hard, and he was fondling the cocks together, rubbing skin and veins.
