Over the next week, a simmering tension grew between the two friends. There was no denying that they could not shake what had passed between them. With every attempted block on the court, every press of ankle to calf, chest to shoulder, hand to hand, both David and Riley knew, though separately, that they wanted something more than just basketball. But neither was willing to say what that was.
Well, neither was willing to say very much. It was Friday, and hot, with the kind of laziness you only find in July. They were halfway through their usual pick-up game. David was two points behind.
"Yo," David said. "Riley. You wanna...make things interesting again?"
Almost too little time passed. Riley responded, "Yeah. Hell, yeah." And he charged down the court.
But it was to his detriment. Riley lost. And he found himself, once again, in his room and on his knees. He was going to service David.
After several minutes of enjoying the view of Riley's firm shoulders and rippling back, and his square jaw and warm lips working on his meat, David pulled to his feet. He lay down on Riley's bed. "Go on," he said. Riley didn't need any more prompting.
Riley got on all fours to suck his friend's cock. When David's eyes were closed, Riley looked up at David's torso, from the well-defined curve of his pecs to the undulating valleys between each abdominal muscle, to the cum-gutter V that beckoned towards the very manhood he now had in his mouth. He drank it all in. David's moans grew louder, his breathing more insistent. Riley knew he was going to cum soon, and the thought of not removing his mouth flashed through his mind.
But he relented, and, right on cue, the leak of David's precum became a torrent.
Riley found that he couldn't stop thinking about sucking David off, and he ended up having more opportunities to do so. They played two more games of basketball that week, with Riley-intentionally or not-losing both times.
So David got used to getting his cock sucked by Riley, under the pretense that Riley didn't actually enjoy it, and was just waiting for the day when he'd be able to get back at David. However, the second time, he was on his knees once more while David put his hands behind his back and gently thrusted into his mouth. He heard David's breathing becoming the shallow, strained breaths that signaled impending release.
"I'm-about to-"
And David took a step back, only to feel Riley's hands firmly grasping his buttcheeks, the fingers nearly kneading into his muscular ass. David looked down in confusion to see what was going on. He was met by Riley's blue eyes, normally so cool, but this time filled with lust. Riley nodded: Do it.
"Fuck, man. You sure?"
Riley nodded again, continuing to work his mouth up and down the seven inches of dick. David brought both hands forward and placed them on Riley's head.
"This is gonna be a big load," David managed to gasp out. He heard a muffled sound from David's throat. Whether or not Riley liked that, he was choosing not to take the cock out of his mouth.
"Last chance," David said, his eyes starting to glaze over. He felt Riley pull off.
"Fuck," Riley spat out. It sounded like his throat was raw. "Just give it to me." And he took David back in his mouth in one swallow.
The lips were back in their place at the base of David's manhood; the tip of Riley's nose buried in dark pubic hair. And David could feel the warmth of Riley's throat enveloping the tip of his cock. His balls were tightening so hard and so fast that he felt like his ejaculation would surely knock Riley backwards. But then he was swearing, and everything was black, and all he could feel was his orgasm rocketing out of cock down to his toes, and up through his core, and chest, until it burned his own throat.
