One on One

It was all kind of innocent. I knew I was cute--athletic, blond, dimples when I smile, just enough pec to show off without being utterly vain about myself--but I never really thought about guys much. Or at least I wouldn't admit to it. 

After basketball practice, I still wasn't ready to call it quits, so I asked Thad if he wanted to stay for some one on one. He smiled at me, a long, lingering smile. "Sure, Sandy," he said. "I'm ready when you are" and he looked deep into my baby blues. His hand was inside his gym shorts moving as if adjusting his jock strap. "Let's go," and he tossed the basketball to me. 
We were working on blocking out so there was a lot of body contact, rubbing and pushing, and when at the end of our session I dribbed back and pushed into him, he bumped me solid and I felt him, so full and hard and sweet. "Let's hit the showers," I said. 

The shower room was empty so we stripped and got under the water, lathering up and washing off. We were both full, but I hadn't done anything before with a guy so when I really started to stiffen up, I got embarassed and went back to my locker and lay down on the bench. I just had to stroke. It's like at some point you just let it all carry you, and all that you want is just to feel hard and hard and hard, getting there, right up to the edge and taking your hand away and watching it strain and dance for you, dance with your own desire. So there I was, on the bench, just that way, and loving the feeling of it, touching it but knowing that if I really held it and stoked it any more, I couldn't hold back and I'd shoot and shoot and shoot. And I didn't want to do that just now. I wanted to be with him and to cum with him and to lie with him. 

So when I came out of the shower, he saw me. "Hey, Sandy, sweetie, whatcha got there?" I thrust my hips up and put my arms behind my head. "See, Thad? See what you make happen to me?" And I tightened my muscles so that it bobbed up and stood there. I opened my mouth and gasped, "Ooooooooo, baby, I feel sooooooooo hot." And I inhaled deep so that my pecs stood out, my nippled now long and tight. 

"Sandy," he said, getting on his knees and putting his face close to mine, whispering to me. "What do you want? I'll do what you want." 
"I just want to feel you close to me, Thaddie, just feel you close to me."
"Here, Sandy, get on the floor with me." And he lay down, and smiled at me as I moved to lie on top of him, my face suddenly there, looking at him.
"Thaddie? I think something's happening here that I want." I moved my hips pumping back and forth against his hardness. "I think I want this very, very much." 

He put his arms around me and putting his hand gently on the back of my head, drew me to him and kissed me. And it wasn't embarassed or quickly done. He pressed his lips to me and held me to him and groaned, "Sweet Sandy. Sweet, sweet Sandy." And our tongues met deep. "I want you sweet Sandy. I want you so much. Let me taste you." 

I sat up on his chest and he took me fully. He had done this before with others; that was clear when he took all of me again and again and again. "Thaddie," I said. "I'm going to cum of his don't stop." And he didn't stop. 

"Unnnnnnnnnnnng. Unnnnnnnnnnnnnng." The sound of cumming came out of me as I felt my jizz dropping and rushing and shooting into him. He swallowed it, and when I fell back down on top of him, he whispered, softly against my ear, "Now you're in me, Sandy. Thousands of little Sandy's swimming in me. Oh, sweet baby. That's what I wanted."

I could feel him pumping hard against my cock, and when I looked at him, he smiled deep into my eyes. "Yes?" he asked. "Yes?" I leaned down to kiss him, to tell him yes, and as our lips met, soft and fully together, he pushed against me. "Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." And I could feel him pumping his cum, shooting it, thick, full spurts of his cream, shooting up between us. 
I leaned up to smile down at him and then went down to his belly and licked his cum onto my tongue and brought it back up to him, to kiss him so that he could taste himself and know that I loved the taste of him too. 

We were quiet for a while, just lying there together all soft and sticky, and we wanted to be together, tenderly, but we knew we couldn't, not there in the locker room.
"We'd better get going," Thad said. "There's got to be a janitor around here somewhere." But when I started to get up, Thad reached up for me and pulled me to him. "You know, Sandy, I need you to know that I want to be with you, be inside you so that you can feel how much I love you." Then he smiled and we got up and dressed.

We were quiet. We did not talk. We didn't want to because something that we both wanted had finally happened and we wanted to be in it, be in the feeling of it without any words to get in the way of staying close to the feeling. But I knew what he wanted. I knew that he wanted to be in me, to make love to me completely, knowing that I was feeling him deep inside me. And I knew that would come. And so did he.