Stamina Ch. 05

"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.

"Oh man, suck it, Riley! Yeah, you like that? You're gonna do more than suck it today, huh?"

David gratuitously grabbed his crotch, his semi outlined against the red of the shorts, almost throbbing. Riley recalled David's thick member, realizing that it would have to fit inside him.

"Yeah, yeah," Riley said, trying to remain nonchalant. "Let's get this over with."

They thought it best to leave the living room and move to a more private location. This time, it was David leading Riley to the bedroom, nearly grabbing him by the hand to get him through the door. David asked him where the condoms and lube were; Riley went into his closet and took out the requisite supplies.

A flutter went through his stomach as he handed David the foil packet and bottle. He'd never thought he'd be giving these to someone else, that he'd lose control of them.

David's fingers closed over the condom and the lube, and he said, "But first, warm me up a bit, yeah?"

And he slipped his fingers into the waistband of his shorts and pulled them down. Now Riley could clearly see the outline of David's cock against his boxer briefs. The butterflies in his stomach subsided a bit: this he could do.

He rand his hands up and down David's taut quads, admiring their girth. Then he pressed his nose right into David's underwear and inhaled. He caught whiffs of sweat and maybe even the carpet fibers from their tussle on the floor, and the thought of David pinned beneath him, grinding against the floor, made Riley harder still. Dammit, he was the one who was supposed to be holding the condom.

Nevertheless, Riley brought David's underwear down, allowing his cock to spring free. He pressed his nose against the base of the shaft, then ran his lips up the growing length. He heard David give some encouragement, but he was already well on his way. He first teased the tip of David's cock with his tongue, tasting his precum. Then he wrapped his lips around the head before sliding all of David's seven inches into his mouth and throat. David made an ungodly moan.

David enjoyed running his hands over the water polo player's broad back muscles as Riley's head bobbed up and down, the slurping noises becoming louder and obscener. Finally, David had to take a step back; as much as he would've liked to hold Riley by the cheeks and fuck his mouth, he had more pressing matters to get to.

"All right," he said, eyeing the condom. "You ready?"

"Yeah. I am."

Riley got on all fours on his bed, his pert ass up in the air. David thought back to all the times in high school when he'd been in the locker room at the same time as Riley. How had he never noticed that ass before? And he wondered if all those rumors about water polo were true: that players would try to distract other players by grabbing their asses and pulling down their shorts underwater. And now Riley's firm, round buttocks were all his.

David started with a lubed finger, circling Riley's hole. As he pressed in, he felt the warmth and the pressure of the tight orifice, and Riley's shuddering, at the sudden foreign thing. He slipped the first knuckle in, and Riley grunted softly. But so far so good.

A second knuckle. Then a second finger. All the while, the room warmed up, and the two young men, having already exerted themselves by wrestling, added to the heat further. Though they were no longer moving around, a thin sheen of sweat coated each of their firm, muscled bodies. David, two fingers deep into his friend, bent down and lapped some of the sweat off Riley's upper back. He blinked.

"All right, you ready for the real thing?"

Riley grunted again. "Yeah."

He heard the condom package being ripped open, the two snaps of the lid of the lube bottle, a cool sensation at his asshole. Then the warmth of something firm and insistent pressing against it.

Slowly, David began to push in. He flushed, reveling in the searing heat that was beginning to envelop the head of his cock. He placed his left hand on Riley's hip and his right stroked Riley's taut abs, tracing the fine treasure trail at their center. He continued to advance, the head barely halfway in.

Riley, meanwhile, was doing his best to breathe, to put the pain out of his mind. He wanted this. He was still hard, as he had been when he had gotten down to suck David's cock. But the sensation, the burning—they were just too much. Riley gasped again and pulled forward.

"Stop! I can't."

David withdrew his cock completely, and Riley felt instant relief. But he couldn't turn around.

"I'm sorry. You're just too—. I'm not ready for this."

"I still want to do this," David said. "It's OK, Riley, don't be—don't worry."

"I can't, I'm sorry," Riley said, rolling away. He couldn't look at David; the shame was like an itchy wool sweater, burning at his skin. He sat up on his haunches, staring at the wall. Now his erection was gone. He stayed like that for a minute, wondering how the afternoon had gone so awry.

He reached over to pick up his boxer briefs, but David put a hand on his shoulder to stop him.

"No, we can. You can fuck me."

It took Riley a good three seconds to register what David had said, and still all he managed to get out was "What?"

"You said the winner gets to do whatever he wants, right? Well, as the winner, I want you to fuck me."

"That's not-you're just trying to make me feel better. You were about to fuck me just five minutes ago."

"Yeah, and that didn't work and that's OK, but I'm still horny as fuck, and—"

"You're just saying that to be nice."

David crossed his arms, accenting his muscular chest even more. "Dude, don't over-complicate things. Are you saying you don't want to fuck me?"

"I—I do. I'm just not sure—"

"I can take it. Come on, you've been saying all that shit about how water polo player's fuck like no one else. You gonna be all talk?"

Riley repeated for David what had been done for him. A finger, then two, then lots of lube. Riley realized that, while he had about an inch more than David, both of them had a generous girth, and realized why trying to get David's thick member into him had been so difficult.

David assumed Riley's position, on all fours. He pressed the head against's David's hole, as David had done. Riley, too, put a hand on his hip. He began to enter him.

David cried out, but breathed through it. He extended his own hand back and placed it on Riley's. "Keep going."

Finally, Riley was able to slide the head of his cock all the way in. David's breathing was shallow, ragged. Riley wished he could see his face, not because he wanted to see David panting away at being penetrated, but because he wanted to make sure David wasn't in too much pain.

"Are you OK, David?" Riley asked. "I'll go slow. I know I'm kinda big."

"You cocky bastard. Just shut the fuck up so we can get this over with." David's voice was breathy, almost unlike him.

"You really want this, don't you?"

David said nothing, only let out a soft moan, almost like a growl.

"I'm not taunting you," Riley said as gently as he could. "I really want to know. Do you want this?"

David turned his head back as much as he could, and about half his face became visible to Riley. His forehead was sheened with sweat, and his lips stayed slightly open, as if ready to answer. The afternoon sunlight streamed in and light David's face at the perfect angle, reverently, and it sparkled off of his deep brown eyes. He didn't need to say anything for Riley to know that was his cue.

Riley pushed his hips forward and slid his cock about a third of the way in, eliciting a long, slow moan from David. The pressure was incredible; it was like nothing he could've imagined before. Everything radiated heat, real and imagined, from Riley's own throbbing cock to David's firm buttocks, to the air that faintly vibrated in time with the faint whir of the ceiling fan in the living room.

David cried out and pulled himself forward. His breathing was shallow and pained.

"Really, we don't have to do this," Riley said.

"I want to."

Riley watched the tip of his cock be enveloped again by David, and this time, he was able to slide himself halfway in. The grip on his member was vise-like, intoxicating.

Finally, David was able to push himself all the way back. The pain began to subside, but the pressure remained. He wondered what it would feel like once Riley started moving inside him. The answer came when Riley began to withdraw his cock, and the most incredible sensation started to form. Riley pulled farther back, then drove forward, pushing deep into David once again. David moaned, loud and slow. "Fuuuuck."

Riley steadily entered and withdrew, his cock thrusting deep into the well-muscled body before him, causing both of them to shudder. He reached an ideal rhythm, fast enough to elicit David's moans, and slow enough that he would feel all eight inches being dragged across his prostate.

For David, the feeling in his ass was great but the feeling of being taken, of being used, was even better. Here he was, on all fours, getting his ass reamed out by one of the hottest guys he'd gone to school with; hell, one of the hottest guys he knew, period. He turned back again to try to watch Riley undulating his sculpted abs as he fucked him, and it was like Riley knew what he wanted.

"Get on your back," Riley commanded.

With a soft pop, Riley withdrew his cock from David's ass. He could hear David's breath being drawn in ragged pants, and when David rolled over onto his back, his face was drenched with sweat, eyes swirling in lust.

"You ready for more?"

David nodded and scooted forward to the edge of the bed. Riley first fucked him while standing, catching glimpses of himself in the mirror on the closet door, his hips a well-tempered piston, driving into that taut ass.

Riley first held David's legs up in the air while he pounded his ass, listening to his moans and curses, before letting go and letting them rest on his shoulders. With his free hands, he stroked David's abs and the curve of his pecs, tweaked his nipples, and traced the taut tendons in his neck. He got back up on the bed, and brought David's knees to his chest, nearly folding him in half.

He smacked the shaft of his cock against David's hole. "You like this fucking I'm giving you?"

David laughed. "Yeah. You're living up to the hype."

Riley guided himself back into David before taking him by the ankles again. He gave him a few quick, sharp thrusts, causing David to yell Fuck!, definitely loud enough so that the neighbors could hear. Riley dropped David's ankles onto his shoulders and they both laughed. His fingers wandered up to David's chin and lips, and David's tongue darted out to lap at his finger. Then he felt David's hand on the back of his head.

David was guiding Riley forward, closer and closer, into the desired inevitable. Their eyes locked, and the discomfort David had felt in his ass suddenly returned, as he stared into the cool blue of the irises of the guy fucking him. The guy. Fucking him. Riley looked just as deeply into David's own stormy brown haloes, watching as they pulsed in time to the thrusts that Riley was driving into him. He felt David's heels digging into the small of his back.

Their lips drew nearer, and Riley was so ready, so close, to tasting David and to sending himself over the edge, when he saw David's lips move.

It was a silent phrase. "I can't," he mouthed.

"What?" Riley mouthed back.

"It's too much."

Riley felt something inside him grow cold, like an ember dying, but it was too late. David actually wrapped his legs more tightly around Riley, so that he could feel the muscular crush of the other man's calves, those calves that he had admired unwittingly in high school when David had been running the ball, had admired with his roaming hands when he had sucked him off. There wasn't a square inch of David that Riley didn't admire, which was why David was right—it was too much.

So Riley turned his lips away and rested his chin in the crook of David's neck. He thrust again. David moaned, "Yeah, just like that. Fuck my ass. Fuck me, Riley."

Though the feeling of pistoning in his ass grew ever more urgent, David was shocked into sudden lucidity. He was on his back, on this guy's bed, this guy whom he hadn't even really known that well in high school, feeling his engorged cock deep in his ass-how did he get here? He wasn't supposed to be in this position. Even if he did like guys.

He could tell that Riley couldn't hold out for much longer, as his breaths were now more like the frantic actions of a man who had just finished a sprint. He found himself grasping at David's shoulders, then his neck, fingers scrambling for something to hold onto. Though he was the one fucking David into his bed, Riley was the one losing control. David's musculature, those chiseled muscles now sheened with sweat, seemed more defined than ever as Riley

Finally, David opened his eyes, staring deep into Riley's. And they both knew what would happen next. Riley's orgasm was wordless, initially, a molten scream that started from a deep place in his groin that he didn't know he had. It throttled up through his pelvis and into his abs.

David's thick cock was twitching, precum oozing generously. And, without his touching it, it began to erupt. He felt his body spasming as he came. His hands gripped tightly onto Riley's shoulders as he did, his fingers melting into muscle. He was coming so hard that he wasn't even sure where he was coming from.