Sleepover with Aiden 02 (Patreon)

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Chapter 2: Wrestling Match

After he caught his breath, I watched Aiden clean himself up, wiping his dick that never even went soft, and we started laughing.

"You made me jizz on you," I said.

He looked down at his crotch, still laughing but a little shy for the first time. He picked his underwear up with his toes and pulled them on, tucking his junk back into his underwear, still hard and a bit moist. "Yeah. It's good for you."

I didn't know what that meant, and didn't really want to know.

"You're so strong," I said, leaning back and putting my feet up on his lap. "You lifted me with one arm when I came."

"Muscles, baby," he said, giving a flex with one arm.

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We hung out every day after that, and nothing like it happened again. He kept his dick in his pants every time, and neither of us brought it up. With him acting normal, I kind of just brushed off the occurrence. I mean, I liked it, but maybe it wasn’t something that would happen again. I basically just had a new concept of what went on between guys on sports teams, and I wasn’t a jock like them.

Mostly I was fine. Except sometimes I'd catch myself looking at him for a half-second too long, at his forearms when he reached across me for something, at his throat when he laughed, all the different shapes of the parts of his body. And I'd look away and think about something else.

A few days later, he came over to my place after school. We were just hanging out in my room, nothing going on, but I could feel something different in his energy right away. He was talking kind of fast, moving around, keeping his hands busy. Opening and closing my mini fridge. Picking things up off my desk and putting them back down.

He laughed at some joke in his head and dropped onto my floor, stretching his arms across the carpet. With his shorts tight against his butt, I could see him tense his glutes, in that telltale motion of a guy subtly dry humping something, that only another male might recognize. 

"I'm bored. Let's do something."

"We are doing something."

"Something else." He sat up and looked at me. "You ever wrestle?"

I looked at him for a second. "No."

"Come here."

My first response came out before I even realized what I was saying. "Are you gonna touch me again?"

He half smiled. "Do you want me to?"

"Shut the fuck up," I said. I didn't normally curse that much, but I guess I had broken some innocence somewhere along the way and was less afraid of things like that now.

He laughed and stood up, waving me over. I got off my bed and we squared up in the small open patch of floor between my desk and my bed. He showed me a couple things first, where to put my weight, how to use my hips and legs to move someone who’s bigger than me, how leverage matters more than size if you know what you're doing. I didn’t really remember much beyond the phrase “wrist control” that he repeated like a tic.

Half of it was basically dry humping, and based on what I had seen of wrestling, I wasn’t surprised. 

At one point he stepped behind me and put both hands on my hips, adjusting my stance, and told me to bend my knees more. I bent my knees. His hands stayed where they were for an extra second, like he was trying to feel me closely. Then he stepped back and told me to try it. I paid attention. Apparently I'm a quick learner when I'm motivated.

We went for a few rounds. He was stronger than me in every way that really counted, but I held my own longer than either of us expected. I got excited, and started using some wild instincts I had never had. 

Maybe I just wasn’t afraid of getting hurt anymore. 

I used the leverage stuff he taught me and got him off balance twice, which clearly surprised him. He reset and came at me harder and I could feel how much more he had in reserve. His arms were like cable wire when he got a hold of me. I stayed in it, never tapping out, and that’s when he started going really hard.

He got behind me forcefully, wrapping both arms around my chest and lifting me clean off the ground. I grabbed at his forearms but there was nothing to get purchase on, just solid muscle, and he walked me into the wall and held me there until I stopped fighting. 

“WRIST CONTROL!” I managed to yell out as I struggled fruitlessly, flailing around and trying to grab any part of him that I could. 

Then he let me drop and I spun around and went low the way he taught me and got my shoulder into his hip and drove him back three steps before he caught himself on my desk. He shoved off it and took me down again.

Our clothes started falling half off. My shirt was around my armpits and his shorts were hanging half off his ass. When he stopped to pull them up for the tenth time, I swept his ankles and dropped him in the most decisive blow I had landed since we started. At some point, my shorts rode down as well, but I didn't pull them up. 

Through all the chaos, he had me in positions I had never been in before. I went from on my stomach to splayed with my legs in the air, stretched apart, or on my side with my arm torqued behind me, folded forward with my face in the carpet and his hips holding my body in place, his weight across my back. Every time he got me into a new contortion, I felt my body's absolute limit, and then he pushed me a little more past it anyway.

I was so exhausted, I tasted metal in the back of my throat. My vision went swimmy once when he caught me in a hold around the neck and I thought I might actually pass out for a second, my legs going weak underneath me. He felt it and eased up without letting go entirely, keeping his arms around me, and I just hung there in his grip for a second catching my breath.

He could have ended it twenty times, but he kept going forward, and I didn’t put a stop to it either. I knew I had to find a way to end it, but I didn’t want to just quit.

I was on my back when I saw my shot. His hips were over my head, his bulge an inch from my face. He was working to pin my shoulders, and his sweat was almost dripping on me. For a second his crotch literally brushed against my cheek, while he attempted another physical shift. I had maybe a third of a second to decide. 

I told myself it was just a strategy to win, just something I had to do. I was out of options and “running out of mat”. I was weaker than him anyway. What did I have to lose? That was the logic my brain made in a fraction of a second, even if I knew while I was constructing it that it was not really the reason.

I licked him right through the fabric of his shorts, cupping his bulge in my lips.

He flinched hard. His whole body jerked and his grip on me loosened and I bucked my hips and nearly got out from under him. 

Nearly. 

He recovered fast, laughing a little, and got his weight back on me.

"What the hell," he said, laughing a little.

I didn't say anything. My heart was going fast.

He looked down at me for a second. Something moved across his face. Then without saying anything he reached down and pulled his shorts to the side, letting his growing member out of its cotton holding place. He moved his hips quickly and shoved it in my mouth.

The shock was insane. I don't have a better word for it. One second I was losing a wrestling match on my bedroom floor and the next second I was sucking my buddy’s dick. After a beat I wasn't just letting it happen, I was doing it back. I moved my lips up and down the shaft as best I could, trying to figure out what would make him feel good. The taste and the smell of him hit me the hardest, clean sweat and a masculine “perfectness” underneath it that was just him.

“Watch your teeth,” he said so quietly I barely heard him, but I got the idea and tried to shift my technique for him.

He was still half crouched over me, one hand on the floor for balance when he started thrusting his hips a little, feeding himself into me. I could hear his breathing change with a sharp inhale followed by a sigh.

After a minute, reached for my crotch, which I didn’t even think about as a possibility. He pulled my waistband down until my hard dick sprang out. I did the same for him, helping him out of his shorts and pulling them to his ankles. 

I felt his mouth on me and my whole body went tight. He put his hands on my hips and I put mine on his ass, and we just stayed there for a while, humping into each other’s mouths and escalating our sensations. We found a strange rhythm of it, Aiden much better at it than I was, which I noticed. He fell off me but I followed him, and we sucked each other’s dicks as we lay in front of each other. His thighs were warm and heavy on either side of my head.

He put his hands in the back of my hair and pushed down. He entered my throat, which was a shock, but I loved it. I grabbed an ass cheek and encouraged him to do it more, even after I gagged.

At some point his hand drifted and I felt his fingers graze me up below my balls, pressing on my taint and moving further. He pressed a finger against my hole, somewhere nobody had ever touched me before. I tensed up but didn’t shy away, and he got the tip of his finger inside me next. 

It made me groan involuntarily, another first for me.

He lifted his head off me for a second. "Is that okay?"

I just grunted, not letting his dick out of my mouth.

Even though I consented, I needed a second to actually mean it. He waited for my body to un-tense a bit before he grabbed a wad of spit and rubbed it onto my hole. I lifted my leg to let him have more access as he pushed his finger in again. He pulled his finger out, and put my dick back in his mouth as his thumb moved in a small circle. I focused on my breathing and the weight of his legs on either side of me, on his warm meat in my mouth, and after a minute something in me stopped bracing for it and just let it be what it was. It was completely different from what I had expected, though I couldn't have told you what I had expected exactly. Something worse, I guess. 

But it only got better.

I copied him, reaching past his balls to bring my finger to his hole while I sucked him as deeply as I could. I was following his lead the way I always did, really. He made a sound low in his throat that I felt on my cock more than heard it with my ears, and his hips shifted forward a little.

I felt him tense up, and I didn't even think about it much. I just thought it was more pleasure on his end, and I was happy to be giving it to him.

He held the back of my head, and pushed into my throat again, but this time he held it. I wasn’t prepared to have my breath blocked off. I felt my face turn red as my body struggled against him. His dick pulsed hard, repeatedly turning into a piece of steel in my throat as my hands pressed on his thighs.

Something about the shock and panic of it all pushed me over the edge, and he pressed a finger as deep as it would go into my ass as I shot my load inside him.

He finally pulled out just enough for me to breathe, and I sucked in a strained breath around his cock, until he pressed back in for a little aftershock.

We stayed tangled up on my floor until both of our orgasms were done. When we rolled off of each other, I stared at the ceiling with my chest heaving and my socks still on, same as last time.

Neither of us moved for a while. I was aware of the specific weight of his legs still across my body, and the sound of both of us breathing, and the fact that the room had gotten darker while we were on the floor, the sun having disappeared.

"Have you ever done any of that before?" I said. "With guys on the team?"

"Nope. Always wondered what it would be like though."

I turned my head to look at him. "But why did you do that?"

He stared at the ceiling for a second. "I don't like to lose."

I looked back up. Outside my window I could hear music playing at the neighbors’ house. Outside the room, it was a totally normal night.

"Me neither."