The Last Football Game

Ending 2

Meanwhile, Charles was waiting for Blake to come out of the boys' locker room. Without hesitation, he opened the door, looking at Blake's skinny body. Blake turned around in embarrassment. "Oh, Charles..." Oh, whoa, I'm gonna go."
The honest truth was Charles didn't want to leave, but he thought that it would be way too perverted to keep staring. Blake turned towards Charles. "Hey, what are you doing here anyways? I heard you live in Farmington now." Charles slowly headed to the door, but stopped. He sighed reluctantly. "I came here, for you." Blake looked wide-eyed as ever when he heard that. "But why?" Charles turned to Blake. "I love you, even when your a jerk." There was an abundant amount of embarrassment along with awkwardness. Blake didn't know how to react.
They both we're waiting for a response from each other, but the room was just silent. Blake sighed a little, got up from the bench he as sitting on.
Charles tried to open the door, but it was now locked. As he tilted his head, He unexpectedly felt a cold but soft pair of lips touch his. "Mmmh... Blake!" Charles said between a kiss. Blake traveled to Charles's neck and started giving light bites. "Sorry if I get carried away, I guess," Blake excused, continuing to bite Charles on the neck. It tickled and excited him for Blake biting and licking his neck. He occasionally left marks there, too.
Blake pulled Charles's pants down mid-way between his waist and knees along with his boxers. Part of his legs felt cold, and the wall Charles was leaning on wasn't helping. "This is REALLY not how my day would be like..." Charles muttered under his breath. Blake then decided to just strip the pants off instead, leaving Charles naked below the waist.
Blake took part of his pants a little and showing only his dick out. Charles knew exactly what he was doing, but he was afraid that Blake's cock was going into him.
Suddenly, Blake lifted Charles's left leg against the wall for more comfort for him. "Blake," Charles asked nervously. "Your not gonna be too rough, are you?" "No," He reassured. "I promised."
With a smirk, Blake inserted his dick into Charles, struggling a little to squeeze it in. He controlled himself not to moan loudly, but out came a little yelp. "Bl-Blake...?" Charles faintly panted, as he was slowly getting banged against the wall. "Charles, just relax," Blake whispered in such a calm, cool way. Charles clung onto Blake's shoulders.
Blake started screwing Charles faster and harder, and his moans got louder. It hurt for him, but he didn't mind much anymore, because it was Blake who was screwing him.
Sure, he was rough, but that's how They both liked it. The motions got even faster, and They were about to come in a few minutes, until Blake pulled out. Both his dick and Charles's ass were wet. "Turn around," Blake ordered. Charles leaned against the wall with his arms.
Again, Blake inserted his dick much more fluently, and started penetrating Charles hard. About half an hour later after two other positions,"Blake, your going too fast! I'm gonna cum again!"
And in no time, they both came, and Charles's ass filled with cum. They both panted, with Charles trembling, and Blake breathing heavily. Cum oozed out of both of them, mostly for Charles.
Blake started changing in his clothes, and so did Charles, still dazed and butt-hurt. When they were done, the sun was almost going to set. "We're you okay?" Blake asked. "Yeah, it was great," he cracked a bashful smile. "That's cool." And they both walked home together.