Full time, and another sloppy 0-0 in East London. Oli hurriedly skipped down the steps on his way to the car park, eager to catch his beloved Chelsea in the late kick off. He burst out the gates towards his car, but to no avail as he couldn't find his keys. The one thing he needed to remember and he didn't know where he put it. He searched and searched but there was no point - he was stuck. He decided to head to the supporters club for a drink to forget the day but in the corner of his eye he spotted the man he always wanted, always needed - the Captain, Darren Pratley.
Oli headed over in his direction, feeling his heart rate increase with every step and every breath. Darren stood there aimlessly, like a movie scene in Oli's eyes. Time froze as he took his final few steps before reaching his hand to Mr Pratley and introducing himself before swiftly asking for a selfie. Darren embraced him with a smile and gladly welcomed a photo, making Oli's inner fanboy s(cream) with delight. As Oli removed his phone from his manbag he watched his keys, previously attacked to his phone somehow, dangle out and fall onto the concrete slab. Darren let out a lighthearted giggle as Oli went bright red, feeling shameful considering how long he took trying to find them. They embraced for a photo but as Oli turned towards Darren's body they made contact, and Darren felt something rub against his quad - something that maybe should have embarrassed both of them... but didn't.
As Oli turned to go, Darren grabbed his shoulder and asked a question Oli was not expecting and certainly wasn't prepared for.
"Where abouts you headed mate? I could do with a lift"
Oli spent a few seconds mumbling on his words before finally spitting out. "Just heading back to mine. I live down by Gants Hill but i can drop you wherever you need mate."
Darren let out a sly smile before uttering "I'm sure yours will be just fine for me"
They both strolled back to Oli's car, awaiting the most tense yet exciting car ride of either of their lives...
They arrived at Oli's house and felt a sense of urgency as he shambolically parked on a curb (something that was expected of his standard of driving at this point), and they paced towards his front door before swinging it open and then closed again as they stepped inside. Darren waited to hear the slam of the door before making his move, pinning his newfounded friend to his own front door and roughly digging his lips into Oli's soft, smooth neck. Oli unleashed an unhinged gasp and gripped his back before pushing Darren off him and pulling him into his kitchen.
Dominantly pushing Oli onto the top of the sink, Darren slightly growled before attacking his neck with love bites and kisses, suckling onto his delicate skin even causing blood to draw. A deep desire and passion had been unlocked within the man that had been held back for some time - and all Oli could do was bask in all of it.
All that could escape Oli's lips were wet pants as his elder left his marks of passions down his torso before reaching his groin area. A smirk crept onto Darren's face as he unzipped Oli's jeans before proceeding to pull out his fully erect penis in front of their eyes. As he caressed it he mockingly pouts to a Oli still trying to catch a breath.
'Awh, you want me to pleasure you don't you? I can already feel you precum trickle down my fingers baby' Darren says condescendingly, glaring straight into the helpless man's eyes.
'It's okay baby, I have something better for you, just turn around and be a good little slut for me, mkay?', He asks in a passive aggressive tone.
'Yes sir..'
Oli made no haste in flipping his body over, knees slightly red from the contact with the granite table, his face pushed up against the mirror whilst his butt faced the other man. All his vulnerabilities were exposed right now, it felt too surreal to even imagine him in this position with the man he loved. He would have never have suspected such a hunk like being, acting all dominating against him but here he was.
The chilled air that Oli had felt soon replaced with euphoria and a large prodding in his asshole. With each thrust Darren had made, Oli's eyes rolled back more and more. Grunts and moans were reciprocated from both ends while they shower each other with all they had to offer. Minutes of pleasure and passion pass but it had felt like eternal heaven to them both. Sweat glides off of Oli's forehead as his exasperated moans vibrate off the tiles of the bathroom.
'God, Oli baby I'm going to cum fuck..' Darren struggles to say, his voice being overpowered by his own moans. Oli's own high felt near, he was on the edge. Soon, Darren pulls tightly onto the young man's scalp as he shoots his load of seed into his new friend's asshole before pulling away, trying to capture himself.
"I'm... I'm so sorry, I should go," Darren uttered as he pulled his jeans back on and hurried out the door, unsure on what he was going to do from here. Oli took himself into his bathroom and cleaned himself off, before settling down on his sofa to see that his beloved Chelsea were 1-0 down. This should have left him devastated - but he couldn't help but sit there with a smirk on his face, rethinking what had just happened...
