After FIFA

(Part 1 from 1. Fiction.)

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, ďare you sure?Ē Parker responds by seizing Jakeís lips with his own. They move in unison, open, and their tongues meet. Jakeís wraps around Parkerís and together they push into Parkerís mouth, then back into Jakeís. They are both excited. The passion grows their kisses longer, more determined.

Jake grabs Parkerís 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 Parkerís 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 Jakeís shirt, his tight T. slipping his fingers underneath, he slides Jakeís 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 Jakeís 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 Jakeís package, the outline of the head visible, with hair sneaking out from around the fabricís sides. In one motion, Parker thrusts down Jakeís 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. Jakeís hands fall into Parkerís blonde hair, and push the head forward in a rhythmic beat. He sighs in ecstasy. Before the climax, he pulls Parkerís head back, and has him stand.

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

Footsteps, Mike is back.

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