(All characters are over 18)
I parked my car in front of Daniel's place. My watch told me I was half-an-hour earlier for the game, which was supposed to start at 5. Pm. I grabbed the pack of beer on the passenger seat.
I knocked, and the door opened quickly. Daniel greeted me shirtless, seemingly just out of the shower. He took the pack out of my hands, then led the way to the couch. The house was small and cramped, with cracks on the walls, but Daniel kept things neat and clean.
He promptly told me that Mika wasn't coming. Mika was my best friend, and hadn't told me anything. I hid my annoyance well.
Daniel went on to ask me about my girlfriend.
"She still has the flu," I said. "Though she's probably being overly careful. It's been a week since she coughed for the last time."
"That shit is going around, though."
"For real," I agreed.
"Sit down, sit down, I'll put the beer in the fridge." He was tall, dark-skinned and athletic. He graciously left the room, leaving me alone to roam my phone.
It wasn't that I didn't want to watch the game with Daniel. But we were the most competitive and rooted for different teams. Last time we watched a game by ourselves, we ended up fighting. However, It had been a long time; maybe it wouldn't happen again.
I sent Mika a text, asking why he wasn't coming.
Daniel came back before Mika texted back. He brought two open bottles.
"So, ready to lose?" he asked.
"In your dreams," I said. I hoped things wouldn't be too awkward.
We drank through the banter before the game even restarted, and Daniel had to get more beers. However, the game didn't deserve our excitement. It was boring and dragged, as if the players didn't want to play. The first half was over without scores from either side.
"Damn, it's like they don't want us to fight!" Daniel said. It seemed like he was worried about the same thing I was. I laughed.
"Don't worry. I won't if you won't."
He gave me a sideways look.
"Come on, it's not that bad. We're guys, we need a little heat sometimes. Honestly, I'm glad it's you and not Mika. He's too quiet."
"Thanks, man. I guess you're right."
"Are you blushing?"
"No! Fuck you."
The second half was about to start. This time around we were more vocal, trash talking each other, even if the game was bad and both teams were dead.
Daniel pointed at my shirt.
"You're sweating, bro. I'm sorry, my fan broke. That's why I'm shirtless. Just take it off. It's hot as fuck."
"Yeah, you're right," I said.
A little chubby around the edges, I felt self-conscious for a while, but a few gulps of beer helped.
My team finally scored. My lungs got tired from all the screaming, and Daniel waited patiently with a disdainful countenance and a fake smile.
"A little help from the referee does wonders!" he exclaimed.
"Bullshit! Don't be a sore loser."
He stared at me for a moment, then flung himself at me. He caught me by surprise and complete bafflement, and was able to constrain me on the couch. I tried to push him away, but he encroached upon me and rebuffed my feeble attempts. I realized then that he was much stronger, and it hurt my pride a lot. He could actually beat my ass. He held my arms over my side, pressed his knee on my guts and scoffed.
"What were you saying?" he asked.
"What the hell is your problem?" I said, my face burning. "Get the fuck away from me."
"Weak ass little bitch," he said. Enraged, I found strength I didn't know I had to push him and take him to the floor, where we rolled together, wrestling. By the end, he was still with the advantage. He was behind me, holding my neck, constraining me once more. "Fucking weakling, little bitch, that's all you got?" he said.
"Ahhhhh," I screamed, and contorted my body, trying to get out, but he was holding me tight.
"Now apologize!" he said.
"I'm sorry," I said. My voice cracked. I was actually surprised that those words came out of me so easily. Daniel seemed surprised as well.
"Huh. There you go. Now promise you won't do it again."
"I promise, man," I said. His hold was weakening. I could've done something then, could've released myself, maybe even hurt him if I was fast enough. My back was pressed against his bare chest, and our hearts were beating fast.
"Will you keep it?"
"Yes!" I said.
He released one of my hands, but still kept his around my neck. I could feel his sweat. Suddenly he grabbed my shorts, right on my crotch, my volume, my hardening cock. He touched me for a few minutes, whilst rubbing himself against my butt. He had an erection too. I didn't know what came over me to stay there and let him do those things. We forgot about the game. It played on the background, between mutters and groaning, between 'dude' and 'damn' and 'fuck'.
"Get up," he said. He held my hands behind my back, and I felt incredibly foolish. I stood up and couldn't help but notice the big bulge in my own pants. "Let's go," he said, pushing me around his house.
I could've taken my hands away, but I let him. We arrived in his bedroom, went to his bed, where we played some more wrestling. This time, he used his hands more freely, and so did I. He seemed to always win and be on top, rubbing my behind. I got some slaps on the ass. The more I complained, the more I told him to stop, or moaned, he slapped me some more.
"Say I'm stronger than you," he told me.
"You're stronger than me," I complied. "Please, don't do that, man," I said, as he stuck his hand inside my pants. "No, no, no..." He began to rub my asshole. His finger slid in and out of my crack. "Stop!"
He laughed.
"No. There's nothing you can do, whiny boy," he said.
"Fuck, there's nothing I can do!"
"That's right."
"You're stronger than me," I said.
"Exactly."
So he rubbed my ass until I was cumming, creaming my pants. I got punished for that. He sat on the edge of the bed, flung me over his legs and began to spank me.
"Come on!" I cried. "Please, stop, please!"
"No, you deserve this!"
He removed my pants and boxers, landing his hits on my bare ass. The cheeks burned after a few. I shook on top of his thighs while my whole body trembled, and I got gooseflesh all over.
"Look at this hole," Daniel said. "Pink, like a pussy."
"No no no please don't oohhhhhh," I moaned, and shook. He was rubbing his spit on my ass hole, a lot of it, he spent a few minutes spurting out saliva, letting it stream down his lips. I felt it all over my bare ass. "Don't do it, man. Please, I'm begging you!"
"Shut up, pussy boy!"
"I'm not a pussy boy..."
"Yes, you are."
"Hmmmmm, fuck...why are you doing this?"
"Shut up and take it, pussy boy."
"Please, let me go. You're ruining me, man...You're abusing me..."
"Hey, I like that. Ruining you."
"I promise I won't tell anyone if you let me go," I said. My butt hole blinked at the tip of his finger. "Hmmmmmmm ohhhh damn."
I kept begging even as he was thrusting his tongue in my ass. It just gave him more energy.
My hands were squeezing the sheets, as I pushed my ass back, prostrated on the bed. "You're so strong, your tongue is so big, dude! You gotta stop! You gonna make me cum again!"
"Wait, what was that?" Daniel said. I startled, thinking he might have heard one of our friends arriving. Daniel zipped out of the room. I fumbled with my clothes, feeling the sting of shame. From the living room came screams of triumph.
I rushed there.
Daniel was clapping and screaming.
"We fucking won, dude. Two to one!"
"Shit!" I said.
"Who's the sore loser now?"
