After FIFA

Both were sitting on the couch, deeply engaged in another FIFA match. A free kick from half-field sails over the goal keeper, how? Jake turns to face Parker, they laugh in disbelief. Their eyes meet. Instead of turning away, they continue to stare. Jake starts to move forward, timid, stops, and looks to Parker. He is slow to react, but decides to push his face closer. Their eyes are just inches apart, their lips even closer. They touch. The wetness of their lips combines. Jake draws backward, “are you sure?” Parker responds by seizing Jake’s lips with his own. They move in unison, open, and their tongues meet. Jake’s wraps around Parker’s and together they push into Parker’s mouth, then back into Jake’s. They are both excited. The passion grows their kisses longer, more determined.

Jake grabs Parker’s shirt, and lifts it upwards, only breaking their kiss to lift it over his soft blonde hair. Their lips reconnect. Jake brings his hands to Parker’s nipples. Rubbing them slowly he notices an apparent hardening. He continues, slower then before. Barely touching the skin, the same arousal continues. Parker returns the gesture, moves his hands to Jake’s shirt, his tight T. slipping his fingers underneath, he slides Jake’s shirt up and over his dark brown hair. Their shirts are both off. Half-naked, exposed, they sit before each other.

Parker draws his hands down Jake’s chest. He follows the hairline, down, to the shorts-line, to his belt. His fingers delicately grasp the buckle, and slide out the belt. He undoes the button, and pulls down the zipper. Jake stands up. He slides off his shorts. Parker drops to his knees in front of him. Jake is standing there, naked, except for a pair of underwear, briefs, tighty-whiteys. Parker stares at Jake’s package, the outline of the head visible, with hair sneaking out from around the fabric’s sides. In one motion, Parker thrusts down Jake’s underwear. It falls down, free, and erect, the head pointing to Parker.

Parker moves forward. He grasps it, and his mouth opens. Out comes his tongue, poised to lick the tip. It touches. The cool saliva spreads with the tongue as it explores the head. It moves under the foreskin, lifting it up and sliding it around. His mouth continues down the shaft, encompassing the entire piece, backwards and forwards. Jake’s hands fall into Parker’s blonde hair, and push the head forward in a rhythmic beat. He sighs in ecstasy. Before the climax, he pulls Parker’s head back, and has him stand.

Parker is poking his sweat pants forward. Jake’s hands let Parker’s pants fall. Out of the boy’s boxer shorts is Parker’s. Down they come. Staring forward, they realize that they’re about the same. His is circumcised, but they’re still similar. Jake’s lips copy Parker’s. His tongue touches the tip, and glides around the head. And then down to the base. Back and forth, Jake can feel Parker’s hands commanding the movements. Just as before, he stops the other before reaching the end.

Footsteps, Mike is back.