Star Goalie Sequel Ch 02

Star Goalie Sequel Ch 02

Soccer—and much more at W this was for hot release.

Sean reached down soaked his fingers in Carlos’ precum and swept them under his nose as he breathed deeply. He really got off on Carlos’ manscent. Then he pushed them into Carlos’ lips. Soon Carlos released the fingers and Sean was back, palming the head. Carlos screamed. Then groaned. “Oh. Fuck. You’re gonna kill me with the pressure on my dickhead. And damn you’re so big. You’re in my damn gut. Fuck me Sean. Breed me. Make me yours. Fuuuuck!” Sean felt the first spasm and fisted the head to catch the spunk as he continued to drive. Then he felt the anal ring tighten around his pole as he stroked past it. Carlos filled his hand with cream as the musk filled the air. His own spunk started to rise, then it flowed quickly and shot deep into Carlos’ gut. Again and again.

Finally, Sean fell onto Carlos and fed his palm to Carlos’ lips who licked it clean. Then he reached down to kiss—and share the delicious Latino spunk. He swore it was better than dulce de leche ice cream. His arms went around Carlos. He lifted, fell backwards on the bed and pulled Carlos on top. Carlos was now riding in a saddle dripping in cum. Sean was still hard and deep inside. He was going for a double play!

Sean launched his hips from the bed using the leverage of his long legs. Carlos’ eyes shot wide open. Then he groaned again as Sean’s dick crashed through the second ring. How does he do this? Almost every time. Every fuckin time! ümraniye escort Every gay guy should have a dick this long to play with. It should be in the fuckin Bill of Rights—hell, the Declaration had promised life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. What could be happier?

Sean held Carlos tight, reaching deep into his gut with his pleasure baton. Their lips touched and their sweaty chests squirmed. He spasmed and spurted again, less this time, but with just as much pleasure. They had finished, but they were still firmly attached, and neither had yet cooled. Great sex with an encore. They were basking in the heated afterglow.

Then, unexpectedly, they heard a door slam downstairs; someone called out; and, two sets of legs started to climb the stairs, presumably lugging heavy suitcases or duffels.

They quickly parted, stood, found and pulled on shorts, having no time for the tees. In fact there wasn’t even time to button the shorts completely. And they knew their aroma and their body language was going to betray them. It was totally obvious. Seconds later Jeff and Miguel were at the door to their room. They dropped the bags, stared at Sean and Carlos, standing beside the rumpled bed, both with bedroom hair and sloppy cum-caked chests, and burst into laughter. “I guess we’ve got two very friendly apartment mates! Don’t let us interrupt. Continue as you were, gentlemen!” Then they all started to laugh.

“Fuck, ünye escort guys. I didn’t expect you until tomorrow.”

“I guess that’s pretty obvious right now. This is the 25th, isn’t it? We were always booked to arrive today.”

Carlos looked over at his phone. “Fuck, I thought today was the 24th.” He recovered just a bit and reached for his tee, “Well, anyway, this is Sean Casey, my roommate for this year. We went to high school together. He’s also a soccer star and here to try out. He’s a junior too. Sean, these two idiot hunks are Miguel Allende and Jeff Bridges—two of the worst students and players on the team. I’m surprised that W then moved to the work-out rooms. JV started at 10:30. And the varsity had the afternoon. After the first few days, guys were frequently promoted or demoted from one level to another. Being juniors, Miguel, Jeff, Carlos and Sean all reported in the afternoon. Sean had already decided: he make varsity or he wasn’t going to play.

The first two days were really grueling and tough. A head coach and four assistants watched every play, every period, every guy for skill, stamina and potential. All the drills and all the plays were run over and over in rapid succession and without rest breaks. It was the ultimate endurance test as well as a skill assessment. Three were known contenders—and had NCAA records to prove it. Sean, on the other hand, was tested and retested to complete exhaustion both days.

The first urfa escort cut and the first roster of potential team members was posted early Saturday morning. Sean was up at dawn, waiting at the doors of the gym when it opened. He was really anxious. He had three roommates on the team. He had to make it. And he did. He was really pleased and pumped. In two short weeks he had gone from facing an end to his education and going to work to enrolling at W&M and making the varsity soccer team. He owed it all to Carlos. So he raced back to the apartment to spread the news to his still-sleeping friends.

He heard the sounds of early morning sex emanating from the other room—murmurs, groans, the pound of the headboard on the outside wall, even the soft slap of balls on ass cheeks. He pictured the scene, trying to guess which guy was topping this time. It really didn’t matter. They were both hunky guys. He’d fuck either if given the chance. This immediately turned him on. He entered his room and silently closed the door. Carlos had thrown off most of his covers and was sleeping with his face buried into a pillow and his belly on the mattress. His cute bubble butt was perfectly positioned—and inviting. (They both always slept nude—and even the joint bathroom had been declared clothing optional—they were all guys after all.)

He moved to the bed, stripped off his shorts and tee, and very carefully stretched out over Carlos, placing his lubed dick along the cleft. His chest lightly touched Carlos’ warm moist back. Then he began to nibble on Carlos’ earlobe and on the nape of his neck. Carlos moved his head to the side, smiled, spread his thighs and legs, and pushed his ass up into Sean’s gut. “Is this a consolation fuck? Or a victory fuck?”

“Does it make a difference?”

“Not to me. You’ve got my ass anyway. But obviously to you.”

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