"Look, David, I've been enjoying what we're doing. But I think we should raise the stakes a little more," Riley said.
"Yeah, that's what you said in your text."
Riley was sweating through the thin fabric of his shorts, and probably visibly from his pits. He wondered if David could see. It had been so much easier to suggest over text what he had wanted than it would be to actually say it.
"I think we should try wrestling." Riley stopped. He couldn't get the next words out.
David laughed, though, and not in a mean way. Warmly-he seemed to like the idea. "Oh, so you just want to mix up the sport. Think you'll have a better chance at beating me at something I have no experience with."
"No, no," Riley said. "I don't want to wrestle you only because I think I'll have a better chance of winning—"
"Which you won't," David cut in.
"—I wouldn't be so sure about that."
The air in the living room hummed a little more, still and heavy as it had become over the last two weeks. David had arrived about twenty minutes ago, ready for another game but intrigued as to what Riley had in mind. The afternoon had seemed to heat up by the minute, but RIley had, for whatever reasons subconscious or conscious, had not turned on the ceiling fan.
"Well," David said, "why do you look so awkward about this? We're just having fun...as friends, or whatever. So we switch from basketball to wrestling. What's so weird about that?"
"It's not just the basketball that I want to switch up. I wanna change what we do afterwards, too."
David nodded slowly, his face pleasant, until he began to understand, and his mouth began to curl. Riley's heart nearly stopped—shit, he'd gone too far. But then David broke out into a broad smile.
His voice dripped dangerously. "Ah, all right. I see you wanna get a few more facials, huh? Can't get enough of my load all over you?"
Riley could feel his cock already rising up in his shorts, which was only making it harder to speak. "Not quite. I wanna wrestle for—your ass."
"Like a spanking?" David snickered.
Riley rolled his eyes to say, You know what I mean. But did David?
"Sure," David continued, "I'll give you a spanking if that's what you're into, I guess. I'm assuming this is what if you win, right?"
Riley chewed on his lip for a second, and turned away slightly. He would let it go. But then it dawned on David that that was not was Riley had been referring to.
"Oh," David said. "You mean you want to—"
"Yeah."
It was the obvious conclusion, almost inevitable, that they had been circling for weeks now. Even the nature of their fooling around after basketball or afternoons at the pool: less about getting off and more about seeking pleasure in each other's bodies. But even that had, up to now, remained at an arm's distance, each one allowing the other to tower over the other, or do push-ups into the other's mouth. But they had never kissed, never dared to lick the cum from the other's mouth.
The silence had gone on for long enough. David crossed his arms over his broad chest and took a step towards Riley. "I'm horny, you're horny. What would be so crazy about it? You sure your parents won't come home?"
Riley nodded.
"OK, so how do you want to do this?"
They moved the furniture to the edges of the living room, leaving the space wide open. All the while, each one eyed the other, wondering if one of them would back down. Together, they each took one end of the sofa and shifted it back towards the wall, their eyes meeting. Each move was a way of asking, Are you really sure about this? And neither wanted to say no.
There was the issue of their clothes, too. They were each in t-shirts and shorts, and it made sense to take the t-shirts off, if only to do some gratuitous flexing to try to intimidate the other. Riley took a long, hard look at David's muscular shoulders and bulging biceps, shaped for years playing football. And David returned the look, admiring Riley's well-formed pecs and taut abs, no doubt honed by his years playing water polo. They began circling the center of the living room, each ready to spring forward.
Finally, David lunged, his hands meeting Riley's as they grappled and fought to stay upright. But it wouldn't last for long. Riley found himself first on his side, then on his belly, as David's legs wrapped between his own. The strength in David's thighs was incredible; as much as Riley pushed against them, he felt as though he weren't moving. But then he remembered a trick he had used on an opposing player once, where if he could just hook his ankle under the knee at the right angle—
Riley managed to level his legs free and, building momentum, somersaulted the pair of them so that he was sitting on David's chest. Riley's crotch was well in David's face, the inevitable erection bulging out the fabric towards his warm breath. Riley couldn't help but grin.
"Well, look at that," Riley said. "Looks like my cock's going to be in your mouth again pretty soon."
Riley reached back and gave David's crotch a firm squeeze. He could feel David's own engorged cock pushing up against his palm, like a missile ready to launch. Riley quickly transferred his hand from crotch to thigh to pin down his opponent's leg, just a David tried to buck him off.
"Where do you think you're going?"
"Right here," David said, and he flexed his neck forward, smothering Riley's crotch with his mouth. The thin fabric of his basketball shorts and his skintight boxer briefs (he made sure to wear his good underwear when David was coming over) were no match against David's hot breath, and Riley couldn't help but let out a moan. When he did, though, David used the distraction to heave his torso to the side.
They tussled on the floor for several more minutes, their bodies growing slick with sweat and their breathing pitching into raggedness. It was a strange miracle that neither of their shorts came off, with all the friction between them.
Finally, Riley began to find himself pinned under David, and each escape was getting harder. The football player was just too strong for him. After three more false-starts, David had Riley's shoulders pinned down to the floor, one knee up in the air. Riley slapped the ground. "I yield!"
David held out his hand to help Riley up off the floor, which he took with reluctance. Getting up would mean moving on. Getting up would mean his ass would be David's.
