It was a beautiful Saturday afternoon, but Jake was stuck in his room studying. Being midterm season, he figured it was best to miss out on the sun to ensure his grades stayed high. But he was certainly sad about it and looking for any excuse to get away from the books. Wasn't being 22 supposed to be fun?
Head deep in a textbook, Jake was started when his phone buzzed in his pocket. Desperate for a distraction, truly anything to remove him from school, he quickly whipped it out to check the alert.
Hey man, can you help practice blocking penalty kicks this afternoon?
It was AJ, the soccer team's goalie.
Jake was thrilled at this perfect excuse to get outside. As team captain, he was nearly obligated to help his teammate practice. After all, the goalie is essentially the most important position on the team. Good goalies prevent losses more than anything else. At least that's what he was telling himself.
Sure thing man
, Jake replied.
Meet on the field in 20?
The familiar phone vibration came back an instant later, confirming the plan. With that Jake had his excuse! Closing the textbook with a definitive slam, he turned off his desk lamp and got ready to head out. Wearing jeans and a t-shirt, he threw them all off and peeked himself in the mirror. All the intense workouts and nutrition plans Coach had put them through this year were really paying off. More than ever before, Jake was proud of his body. Where his tall frame had been muscular but toned a few months earlier, he was now bulkier. His chest and shoulders were broad, creating a triangle effect down to his well-defined abs. With a deep v-cut to his obliques, the eye was naturally brought down to his groin. His short, trimmed pubes made his dick look even larger than its already sizeable length of 7 inches. And of course, his smooth, hairless skin was sun-kissed after months of shirtless outdoor practices, glistening when he sweated in the sun.
He finally got into his jock strap, then threw on a well-fitting shirt that accentuated his biceps and his 5" soccer shorts, tight around his thighs. After grabbing his keys, phone, and a water bottle, he hustled outside to the field.
The soccer practice field was a 15-minute walk from his dorm on the outskirts of campus. Besides some rickety sideline bleachers and a sidewalk heading back to the locker rooms and main campus, the field was shrouded in semi-privacy by tall, imposing trees. When Jake arrived, he saw AJ was already there, standing in the middle of the field with a few soccer balls at his feet.
AJ was a junior on the team. Jake always got a kick out of how similar he and AJ looked. With matching facial features, heights, and builds, they almost looked like they could be related. Of course, there were two key differences. For one, AJ had shoulder length, wavy brown hair that swayed gently as moved. The second was that AJ was openly bisexual, unlike the very-gay Jake. With masculine energy, he was a huge hit on the campus dating scene (or more likely, hook-up scene). Even so, AJ and Jake had never fooled around.
But Jake had seen AJ in the buff many times. In their daily post-practice showers, AJ's two large testicles were hard to miss. Jake had also learned during their team orgy with Coach that his cock was quite a grower. Looking somewhat small when flaccid, it lengthened substantially when erect to a solid 7 inches, with a slight upward bend. He had fucked Coach hard, and Jake's impression of him ever since had elevated.
"Hey Jake, thanks for joining me out here today," AJ called out. "I figured it was a gorgeous afternoon and I could use some practice, so who better to call than you?"
"Well I'm honored," Jake said jokingly. "But in all seriousness, this is way better than studying in my room. Thanks for the distraction, man!"
"No problem. Well I mostly want to work on blocking penalty kicks, which you know I've been struggling with recently. Want to just drill those for a while?"
"Sure thing," replied Jake. AJ hustled under the goal, as Jake lined up a few balls at the penalty mark. "You ready?"
AJ nodded in agreement, then crouched low to prepare for whatever kick Jake might lob at him. Jake wanted to start easy, so he didn't try to feign anything as he ran at the ball. With a hard
thwap
his foot struck the ball, sending it hard towards the goal 5 feet to AJ's left. AJ had intuitively sensed its trajectory, jumping in its direction and catching the ball before it entered the goal.
"That's all you got?" AJ shouted cockily.
"I was just starting easy on you," Jake replied with a devilish grin. Over the next 20 minutes, they repeatedly drilled penalty kicks. Jake progressively made the shots harder and harder to block, switching up the speed, direction, and spin with each kick. Overall, he was impressed with how well AJ was doing. He was blocking probably 80% of the shots, an impressive percentage for a junior collegiate goalie.
"Fuck, it's hot and I'm tired," AJ said, whipping off his jersey. His tanned skin was sweaty from sprinting around in the sun, reflecting the sun off his well-defined chest and abs. Even from afar, Jake could see the beads of sweat trickling down AJ's chest, clinging to the short hair on his torso that thickened as it narrowed down to his groin.
"Me too man," replied Jake as he threw off his own jersey. In just their soccer cleats, white socks, and fitted shorts, they both felt cooler and refreshed.
"Let's do a few more, then grab some food?" AJ suggested, starting to feel hungry after their tough practice.
"Perfect," replied Jake. By now, he was tired and decided to go easy again so they could chat while they practice. "So did you do anything fun last night?" he asked.