The football field is behind the school and down a hill. By the time I navigate my way out of the crowds at the front of the building without drawing attention and make my way to the field, at least 12 minutes have passed. I scan the area behind the bleachers but no one is there, including Liam. My spirits begin to drop, perhaps he was standing me up? My dismay evaporates in a second when I feel a tap on my shoulder and spin around to find Liam smiling at me. He beckons to me with one finger and saunters further down the stands. I follow him like a dog after a bone, my gaze fixed on his considerable ass that pulls tight his gray sweatpants. He walks me to an old bench and sits down, patting next to him. I join him and wait expectantly. He stares me in the eyes for a long moment. Slowly, almost cautiously, he leans towards me. My eyes travel down to his lips, which part slightly. I notice how thick and luscious they are, closing in towards mine, closer, closer.
Our mouths press together and my eyelids flutter closed. He gently pushes me back until I'm lying on my back on the bench. He swings his leg over to straddle me, our lips locked the whole time. I breathe him in, the faint scent of his cologne, his shampoo. He runs a hand up my shirt, stroking my pecs and abs. I wrap my arms around his neck and hold him close.
We kiss for an eternity, running our hands over each other's bodies. Finally, he pulls back and looks at me. We are both breathing deeply, our cheeks flushed. In his eyes, I can see compassion but also desire. We both are ready.
He steps off of me and I can see the enormous bulge that has arisen from his crotch. A smile pulls at my lips, knowing I already got him that hard. I stand up as well and start to pull off my shirt. I draw it off one arm first, trying to do it as sexy as possible. It's tight and clings to my biceps and pecs before releasing my body. Liam grins at me before pulling off his shirt too. I slide my fingers into the waistband of my athletic shorts and slowly pull them down. I'm wearing a pair of blue boxer briefs that cling to the curves of my thighs and ass. Liam follows suit and pulls down his gray sweatpants. The waistband snags on his bulge before popping off, revealing a pair of skimpy yellow briefs.
He stands in all his splendor, and I can't stop myself from groping his muscles one more time. I stroke his chest, brushing through his light covering of chest hair, before letting my fingers trail down to his last covering. Without waiting, I yank down his underwear, revealing his over 10-inch monster and leaving him totally nude.
He chuckles and I grin at him. He grabs me and spins me around, bending me over the bench. My heart is beating in my throat, desperate for him to be once again in me. He gently slides my undergarments over my derrière and down my legs, raising one of my feet at a time to pull them off. He caresses my backside, squeezing my thighs and squishing my butt.
In good time, he starts to lube up his beast with the abundant pre-cum that is dripping from his tip. It's warm and slick when he rubs it against my hole. I can hardly contain myself now but Liam is in no rush. Gently, he inserts a finger and then another, revolving them slightly for a minute.
