(all characters are over 19 years old)
I was 20 at the time, and my heart would race whenever I saw him. His name was Leo, a cute, shy guy with a fit body and an innocent smile. He was 19 and had just joined our soccer team a few months ago. I played forward, and he was a midfielder; we often worked well together during practices, always connecting and understanding each other's moves. That day was no different; we had great synergy, and after practice ended, we headed to the locker room together, still buzzing from the endorphins of a good workout.
The other players slowly started to leave, and before I knew it, it was just Leo and me. The tension was palpable, and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as I imagined what might happen next. I wanted him, and I knew he felt the same way.
"Great practice today, huh?" Leo said, his voice slightly shaky as he sat down on the bench, taking off his cleats.
"Yeah, definitely," I replied, my voice a little hoarse as I began to unlace my own shoes. "We make a good team, you and I."
I stood up, and as I did, I let my hand brush against his shoulder, feeling his lean, muscular frame. He looked up at me, his eyes sparkling with desire, and a shy smile played on his lips. I moved closer, my heart racing as I leaned in, our eyes locking.
"You're cute, you know that, Leo?" I whispered, my breath hot against his ear.
He shivered at my touch, and my hand moved down his arm, sending tingles through his body. "So are you, Oliver," he murmured. "I've always thought so."
Hearing my name from his lips sent a jolt through me, and I pulled him closer, our bodies pressing together. I could feel his hard chest against mine, and his breath quickened as our lips finally met. The kiss was electric; our tongues danced together as we explored each other's mouths passionately.
My hands moved down his back, pulling him against me, feeling his firm ass through his sweaty shorts. He moaned into my mouth, and I could taste the sweetness of his saliva as our kiss deepened. I pulled away slightly, looking into his dark, passionate eyes, and then moved my mouth down his neck, sucking and biting gently, making him squirm.
"Oh, fuck, Oliver," he breathed, his hands clutching at my back. "I want you so bad."
I smiled against his skin, nipping at his collarbone, and then moved my hands up his chest, slowly pushing him back until he was sitting on the bench again. I knelt before him, my hands on his thighs, and slowly began to lift his soccer jersey up, exposing his lean, defined abdomen and his pink nipples, already hard from the cold air and my teasing.
"Such a beautiful body," I murmured, placing soft kisses along his stomach, enjoying the taste of his salty skin.
Leo's hands tangled in my hair, guiding my mouth back up to his, as he hungrily kissed me again. I stood, pressing my body against his, and began to grind my growing erection against his. He moaned, his eyes fluttering closed, and he bit his lip, looking so damn sexy.
I pulled away slightly, looking into his eyes, and then slowly lowered myself back down, unzipping his shorts. His hands moved to my own, helping me strip him of his remaining clothing, and soon he was naked before me, his hard cock twitching with anticipation.
"Your turn," he whispered, his eyes dark with desire as he pushed me back slightly, reaching for the hem of my shirt.
I lifted my arms, letting him pull my shirt over my head, and then I stepped out of my own shorts, now as naked as he was. Our eyes devoured each other's bodies, taking in every defined muscle, every bead of sweat, and the evidence of our arousal.
Leo pulled me back onto his lap, and I straddled him, our hard cocks pressing together, the pre-cum providing a natural lube as we began to rock our hips. I leaned forward, my hands on either side of him on the bench, and began to kiss and bite at his neck, sucking gently as I felt his hands move down my back to cup my ass.
"Oh, fuck, you feel so good," he moaned, his hands squeezing my cheeks as I continued to grind against him.
I sat up, looking into his passionate eyes, and then slowly lowered myself onto his throbbing cock. We both moaned loudly as I took him inside me, inch by inch, our eyes locking as I slowly impaled myself on his length.
"You feel amazing," he whispered, his eyes fluttering closed as he enjoyed the sensation.
I began to move, slowly at first, feeling every inch of him inside me, and then picking up the pace as I bounced on his lap. The bench creaked beneath us, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the locker room, along with our passionate grunts and moans.
"Fuck, Oliver, you're so tight," Leo groaned, his hands gripping my hips, guiding my movements.
I leaned back, giving him a better angle, and he thrust up into me, his cock hitting my prostate with each deep stroke. I threw my head back, moaning loudly, the pleasure overwhelming as I felt my orgasm building.
"Cum for me, Oliver," Leo panted, his eyes wild with desire as he watched me ride him.
I reached down, stroking my own cock in time with our movements, and it didn't take long before I was moaning his name as I shot my load all over his chest and abdomen. Feeling my tight hole clench and spasm around him sent Leo over the edge, and with a few more deep thrusts, he cried out, filling me with his hot seed.
We sat there for a moment, catching our breath, and then I leaned down, kissing him softly.
"That was incredible," he whispered, a satisfied smile on his face.
I grinned, feeling his cum leak out of me, and stood, offering him a hand. "Definitely our best post-practice cool-down yet."
We dressed, our eyes sparkling with the memory of what had just happened, and left the locker room together, already planning our next private practice session.