“Hey babe?”“Mmnf…woah,” I nearly gasp. That’s one hell of a sight to wake up to.“You like my new soc
“Hey babe?”“Mmnf…woah,” I nearly gasp. That’s one hell of a sight to wake up to.“You like my new soccer shorts?”“Uhhh…” I try not to drool.“They’re going to make me really popular on the team.”I smack his thigh. He makes a surprised exclamation, then purrs as I run my palm up his muscle and under the shorts to cup and rub his ass. The arch in his back deepens.“Your team mates are going to jump you in the shower and pound your ass if you wear these.”“My team may be queers and faggots but they’re all civil, and well behaved. There’s enough available ass for locker room fuckings after the game. God I love watching Ryan and Rob fuck…even though they make the weirdest noises.”I crunch my nose. “Still,” I say, still squeezing and kneading. “There’s that tall blond guy with the dorky hair that is constantly eyefucking you. He’s gonna get to bugger you for sure.”“Oh Will? He’s such a bully, and bossy too. He plays too rough. If he wants to eye fuck me that’s fine, but if he tries to take my ass in the shower there’ll be a fight.”“You want a fight don’t you?”My boyfriend looks at me over my shoulder and smirks a Cheshire grin. “What, the idea of two dirty jocks wrestling half naked in the shower - one in his jockstrap, the other in tiny green shorts - doesn’t fill your mind with the most wonderful filthy thoughts?”“ …” I swallow, loud enough to be heard. I let my hand drift and I brush my finger over his pussy. He shudders and gasps. “I think I need to fuck this.”He groans.“And you definitely need a fucking before your game today. You woke up locked and loaded didn’t you?” I sit up awkwardly, then reach over with my other hand to cup and juggle his half-flaccid package in the front. It bounces and moves as I jostle under my fingers. My boyfriend shifts and squirms. He loves it when I handle him half hard. “Shit, baby, I’m so transparent. Yeah, I need it. I really need it.” “You know, it has been a long time since I fucked you doggy style…. “Oh fuck yeah. Fuck me. Mount me. Own me.” I snicker. “You ok with showing up in the locker room covered with love bites and strawberry burns from my fingers grabbing your hips?” My lover shoots me a look. “You want everyone in that locker room to know I’m owned and taken or not?” I try to reply but it just comes out a growl. I pounce and strip off his shorts. Moments later, I’m pounding his ass while huffing the hell out of those tiny green things with the wet spot pressed to my face. ___________________ Text is fictional. -- source link