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After training constantly for a whole week and staying in a hotel for almost a month, you come to the conclusion that you don’t have much to do anymore. Eating good food every day, swimming in the pool after playing in the sun, having air conditioning 24/7, and even having someone clean your room and make your bed were amazing, but after a while, everything starts to get boring.
Could he and his roommate read a book? Take some English classes? Or even study something else? Of course, they could, but Pedri and I are on vacation, and even when we aren’t, the last thing we think about is studying.
So right now, we’re each lying on our own bed, just watching TV. And by that, I mean Pedri is continuously changing the channels, not even taking the time to let us see what’s on the screen. I’m just staring at the blur of lights and sounds, not really thinking about anything. But at a certain point, he stops.
It’s very common for hotels to unlock some adult channels late at night. Lucky couples might have some fun and probably be happier in the hallways, maybe even book more days. But that’s not what crosses my mind when a hot girl and some guy start making out on TV, with everything being shown.
My immediate reaction is to glance at Pedri, but he doesn’t even notice. He’s so focused on the screen that anyone would think he was on the field about to score a goal. But he wasn’t; he was very focused on the big boobs on the screen. After that quick glance, I, too, couldn’t take my eyes off the TV. We’ve spent so much time training and focusing on winning every game that sex hasn’t been on our minds much. So seeing that was very arousing.
Breaking me out of my own thoughts, Pedri says, “I think I can’t hold it anymore… do you mind if I beat off here?” My whole face turns red, and I just nod my head, meaning ‘no.’
Pedri starts sliding his hands through his loose shorts, moving them in a slow rhythm, making grunting and whimpering sounds like someone who hasn’t had sex in ages. I just couldn’t stop looking. I’ve never felt anything for any guy, not even the hot players everyone loves. My goal has always been to find a cute girl and do the things that are happening on the TV. But looking at Pedri like that was driving me kind of mad. I don’t know if it’s because of the long time without doing anything sexually related, like jerking off, but my dick sure was into something because it was hard as a rock.
Before Pedri could finish, some courage I’ve never had burst out, and I said, “Stop.”
“What?” Pedri said with labored breathing, a flushed face, and a surprised tone.
“Let me finish for you…” I said, almost whispering.
“What? Say it louder; I can’t hear you.”
“Let me finish for you!” I looked into his eyes, one step away from dying of shame.
Pedri just looked back for a few seconds that felt like minutes and nodded. With that, I got up from my bed and walked over to his, all while feeling shy and avoiding eye contact. I thought, ‘Am I going crazy?’ The first thing I did was put a hand above Pedri’s shorts, making him jump a little. I started massaging him but didn’t take long to slide my hand inside his shorts since he was almost cumming. I just kept moving my hand, trying to do it the same way I did to myself.
Pedri started breathing louder, grunting more, and with a suppressed moan, my hand was covered in his cum. The only sound breaking the silence was our breathing. I didn’t have the courage to look up, but suddenly, I felt his lips on mine.
It started with a peck since I was startled, but Pedri, full of desire and almost no shyness, passed his tongue into my mouth, making the kiss feel much better and hotter. It was messy but very good. Pedri started to pass his hands over my body and stopped right at my hard dick, making me whimper. Pedri chuckled in the middle of the kiss.
“Don’t laugh! I didn’t laugh at you…” I said with the reddest face possible.
“Sorry,” Pedri said, chuckling. “You’re just too cute like that.”
I looked away, giving Pedri room to kiss my neck and start moving his hand faster. I just lay down on my back, letting him do the work. I was out of my mind, in a state of pure excitement and calm, all mixed together. But all that vanished when Pedri started to pull my shorts down.
“Wait!”
Pedri stopped immediately. “Did I hurt you? Do you want to stop?”
“It’s not that… you know, I’ve never done that thing to someone…”
“Did what? You can be clearer than that,” Pedri said, staring into my eyes.
I took a deep breath, staring back at Pedri with a mix of anger and embarrassment.
“Had sex! I’ve already told you that before!” I answered in an offended tone. “You even said, ‘Everything has its own time’ like an old person.”
Pedri started laughing and said, “I know you told me that. It’s just that in sex, things have to be really clear. Even if I’m just giving you a hand job, if it isn’t clear, all ‘that’” — Pedri made quotation marks with his hands — “will be bad and scary.” He said this while getting closer to my lips, never breaking eye contact. “If you’re scared, we can do this another time. I’m going to be gentle, and if anything hurts and you want to stop, we can never try again.”
I just looked at him, focusing on each word and shook my head. “I want to do it now. I’m just a little bit scared.”
“It’ll be fine. I’ll teach you some things today.”
Accepting, I relaxed a little and let Pedri pull off my shorts. He started kissing my thighs, moving closer to my dick but not touching it. I started whimpering, and Pedri began with slow hand movements. His cock was pretty average, not really big and not small. By touching Pedri’s, I knew it was bigger than mine, but somehow that didn’t bother me.
After a while with the slow pace, Pedri started to go faster and faster. With all the precum I was leaking, it was easier to speed up. I could only grunt and let out low moans. I could feel I was almost there, the pressure in my lower belly becoming more and more noticeable. But before anything could happen, Pedri stopped.
“Why did you do that?” I asked in a pitched voice.
“Do you want to stop here?” Pedri asked.
“What do you mean?”
“I want to know if you want to go until the end today. There’s a lot you can do besides a handjob. You’ll probably sleep right after you cum, so I want to know if you want to stop now.”
I knew that anal sex was a thing. I was 18, come on. I thought for a second before deciding that this could be possible. Lying and saying I wasn’t curious wouldn’t do any good. Probably every straight guy thought about it, and Pedri seemed into it too. His dick was hard just like it was some minutes ago. The thing blocking me was obviously the pain.
“Will it hurt a lot?”
“In the beginning, it will hurt, but it will be good afterward,” Pedri said. “You can always say no if you don’t want to. Not everyone is into that.”
“Let’s just do it.”
“Just like that?”
“Yes, let’s do it.”
The thing is that I didn’t want to feel fear for the rest of my life. I can’t analyze everything. I’m 18, playing for Barcelona, one of the biggest teams in the world. I went through a lot to be here, and it would be just perfect to do something like this with someone I trust and like. I knew Pedri wouldn’t do anything bad to me. Anyone could in the lives we live, so why not? I can just say no if it’s too much, and until I find a girl, I can have some good times too.
“Alright, listen, you need to relax. It’ll be better that way. I’ll prepare you, and we’ll take the time you need to feel good,” Pedri said, getting up and going through his stuff. He took a small bottle and some condoms from his bag.
“Why do you have that?” I asked, as if it was normal not to have anything related to sex in your belongings.
“Unlike you, I’m not a virgin anymore,” Pedri said with a big smile.
“Asshole, fuck you!” I said, while Pedri just laughed even more.
“Okay, enough of that,” Pedri said, pushing me into the pillows and putting one under my back. “That will make things more comfortable.”
He started applying oil to his hands, mainly on his fingers. He asked me to turn onto my stomach, and I did immediately, burying my face in the pillow to hide my blushing. The next thing I felt was the cold lubricant hitting my ass, making me jump a little.
“Sorry,” said Pedri.
Then he began massaging my ass and thighs. It felt really relaxing, which was what Pedri was aiming for, to help me relax. After some time, I felt Pedri about to insert his first finger. I tried to stay calm, and with the amount of lubricant he used, it went in quite easily, though it still felt uncomfortable. It was weird and not really pleasurable.
“You okay?” Pedri asked.
“Yes… just feels weird, that’s all,” I replied, lifting my head from the pillow.
“It will get better.”
Pedri started moving his finger slowly, in and out, sometimes rotating it inside me to find the right spot. Then, I let out a loud moan and quickly covered my mouth with my hand, my eyes wide open, staring at Pedri.
“What was that?” I asked.
“Your prostate,” Pedri said with a slight smile.
Before I could say anything else, Pedri started hitting that spot repeatedly, until I was very relaxed and almost delirious from the pleasure. Then he introduced a second finger. I grunted a little in pain; it wasn’t unbearable but more than just uncomfortable.
“Do you want to stop?” Pedri asked.
“No, it’s okay… why?”
“You’re closing your eyes really tight,” Pedri said, caressing my face with his free hand.
“I just feel fuller. I’ll be alright.”
So Pedri started the same movements as with the first finger, in and out, then began scissoring. He gave small kisses on my back, and the pain began to fade away. The pleasure from my prostate was increasing again, my breathing was high-pitched, and it was starting to feel really good.
“You can put in one more…”
“You sure?”
“Yeah.”
I almost regretted my decision when Pedri started to insert the third finger. The pain returned, and it felt like I was being ripped in half. I started to wonder if I would be able to take Pedri in. The pain was very distracting, and I couldn’t relax anymore. I was just whimpering.
“It will be better soon, just calm down,” Pedri whispered in my ear, giving me kisses and telling me to breathe.
After some time, it started to get better. It was more uncomfortable than painful, which was good. The pleasure was increasing again, and I decided it was time.
“Okay, I’m okay now, let’s do it.”
“Don’t you want to wait more?”
“No, it’s okay, I swear,” I gave Pedri a reassuring smile and kissed him.
The kiss grew intense, so Pedri stopped and put on the condom. I went back to lying on my stomach. I was about to have anal sex with my best friend, but the thought of doing it face-to-face was too much, and I couldn’t look Pedri in the eyes right now.
Pedri coated his dick with lubricant and positioned himself at my entrance. He passed his hands over my back, trying to calm me down and assure me things would be okay. He started to push in, and I gripped the pillow with my hands. It hurt, like really hurt. Pedri wasn’t even halfway in, and I already had tears at the corners of my eyes. Pedri noticed and started to kiss me, telling me to calm down and breathe, even lifting my head from the pillow.
“Don’t bury your face in the pillow, Pablo. It will make things harder for you,” Pedri said, wiping the tears from my face.
I nodded and said, “Sorry.”
“Don’t say sorry. Do you want to stop?”
“No! It will be okay…” After all the effort to get to this point, I wasn’t going to give up.
Pedri started to move slower. The pain was still there but gradually faded with each movement until he was fully in. I felt full but more relaxed. Pedri then took my dick with one hand and started to jerk me off, making me whimper even more.
“Yes, like that… go a little faster.” It still hurt, but it was a good kind of pain.
Pedri didn’t hesitate. He started hitting my prostate, moving faster until I was at my limit.
“I’m… going… to cum,” I said, out of breath.
“Yeah, me too,” Pedri grunted.
With a fast rhythm, Pedri let out a loud grunt and came inside me, while jerking me off until I came some seconds after. Pedri collapsed on top of me, both of us out of breath and tired.
“Get off, you’re going to kill me,” I said with a hoarse voice.
Pedri laughed and rolled off, lying beside me. “That’s the best way to kill boredom.”
I looked at him and started laughing, making Pedri laugh even harder. I would probably remember what happened forever but never regret it.