One Shots

Peter and John- A Bathroom Altercation

“Well I’ll be damned.” Peter says to himself. He had just entered in the gym and saw a whole lot of sweaty, basketball playing men. His mouth drops and his pants suddenly get tighter, loosing space by the minute. He walks along the border line of the court to the benches, getting himself a from row seat of the newly discovered movie he wasn’t paying for. He then realizes that it was the basketball game his friends and other people were talking about in school earlier in the day. He sits there for about ten minutes before he has to leave for the bathroom, the movie getting erotically interesting.

On the court, between dribbling the ball and ducking his opponent, John is exhausted. He makes it to his team’s side and makes a field goal. They cheer for him and come over patting his back. His side had won the game. It was Carlington Heights High versus The Jarrett Obsession Academy.  The opposing side had good players but John knew his side was better. He anticipated having the trophy the whole time and to make the final shoot was an honor.

“Good job!” cheers one of his teammates, coming up to him and clapping him up. John smiles and basks in the glory.

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Peter opens the bathroom doors and checks all the stalls to make sure they are all vacant. Once content, he walks into one and locks the door. Being in a rush, he doesn’t check to see if the door actually locked. He turns around, as if going to pee and unzips his pants. After unbuckling his button at the top of his pants, he opens them, revealing the checker boarded black and red boxers he sported. He then pulls down his boxers and pants, making a pool around his feet.

John walks into the bathroom to wash his face. He was about to leave, back to his home school. He walks in front of the sink and turns the handle for the cold water. After bending over, he reaches for the soap and squirts a good amount in his hands. He rubs it in together and places his soapy palms on his face, going in circular motions. When done, he rinses off his face and stands up straight, getting the paper towel above him. He heads for the door, wiping his face when he hears a clink sound hitting the floor.

“Anybody there?” John asks aloud. 

At the sound of another males voice, Peter stiffens and stops as he was about to start jacking off. His hands on his dick, he tries to catch back his breath, the fear of being caught overwhelming him. “Ye-Yeah.” He chokes out.

John notices the tone the other male’s voice and immediately grows concerned. “You okay, man?”

“Yeah, uhh, I’m fine...” Peter responds reassuringly. But he fails because of his straining dick in the need to release.

Being the caring man that he is, John knows something is up and walks towards the stall. He knocks and the stall door just swings open. The door wasn’t locked. He thinks to himself.

Peter tries to quickly pull back up his pants but as he is bending over, his butt collides with the feeling of silky clothing.  John moans throatily at the impact and instinctively grabs Peter’s naked hips.

Peter’s breath heightens and he finds his dick getting harder –if possible—at the feel of a lump in the middle of his butt-crack. Looking down at his cock, he could see the thick lines of his veins pulsating.

“Shit.” John curses, his breath fanning across Peter’s neck. His mind is running through a string of thoughts as he is confused that his member is growing, he knows that he isn’t attracted to the same sex but his body is reacting differently.

In a matter of five seconds, Peter can feel John’s hard-on. He gulps audibly, trying to swallow down his heart that seemed to jump up in his throat. His hands mindlessly grabs his throbbing dick and begins to stroke, he moans and John can’t help but find it hard not to grind on the smaller boy. The grinding only is increasing the pace of Peter’s speed.

John pulls down his basketball shorts, in the need of a better feel. “Would you let me fuck your asshole?” he says dirtily to Peter, his libido growing by the minute.

Shocked at the sensation the question brought him, Peter licks his lips and nods slowly. This isn’t his first time having sex, so he knows how good it is to be done. He’s in mid-stroking when a hand comes around his waist to grab his balls. He throws his head back and let John does what he likes.

John on the other hand, doesn’t know why he’s doing what he’s doing, but he feels the need to pleasure the black-haired boy. He grabs Peter’s balls and rolls them around, squeezing here and there. The sounds Peter is making are a motivation for John to continue. He boldly replaces Peter’s hand with his and begins to move his palm up and down in a circular motion.

Peter’s pucker is ready, he needs John in him but he doesn’t know how to tell him. He turns around and kisses him forcefully, fighting back moans as his cock brushes against John’s.

John hisses in pleasure and has the need of getting a better friction. He pulls down his boxers and grunts as satisfaction floods throughout his body.

“Mmmmph!” Peter mumbles as he feels the naked groin on his own. “Wayyyy much better...” John says in delight and deepens the kiss he didn’t start.

Okay guys! This is my first one-shot in third person point of view … I stopped it here because I didn’t know if I was doing well or not...

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