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***All characters are 18+ years old***
Hey everyone! Chapter 9 is here and was SO fun for me to write. We’re in Bruno’s perspective again. I wanted to focus on something I think is going to become very pivotal for them, and that is their adjustment to Clay being fully out (at least to the team). This chapter also picks up right where chapter 8 left off, so feel free to read the last few bits of that story if you don’t remember… Let’s go Stud Brunoooo!!! 😉
On a serious note… I hope this chapter serves the start of this change in their relationship well! Thank you all for staying tuned in. Glad we’re all still (for the most part) living, loving, and cheering on Clay and Bruno!
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His hand rubbed my shaft as his fingers teased my balls, my back tingling as I wrapped my arm around the back of his neck. Our lips brushed, occasionally sharing a kiss here and there as my free hand ran down his back.
“Why do I love being touched by you so much?” he muttered, my hand sliding onto his ass. I smiled, looking into his vibrant eyes as our noses brushed.
“I think you’re hopelessly in love with me,” I teased quietly, pulling myself tighter against him. My hand slid from his ass down his thigh. It was strong and firm, his hair a bit rough but I loved it all. He inhaled sharply as my fingers curled behind his knee, tugging his leg up onto my hip.
“Are you not in love with me too?” he gasped when my leg slid up, rubbing up against his ass and taint. I could feel his hot, hairy balls rubbing up against my hip and thigh as I teased him. I pushed my hand into his hair, pulling his head back so I could suck on his neck. This was my payback for the monster hickie he gave me. I nibbled and sucked all over his neck, letting my hips and leg rub up against him.
He let my dick go, his arms wrapping around me as we both adjusted. I pushed him down onto his back, kneeling over him as my dick throbbed excitedly. “Should I be in love with you?” I whispered, watching my hand as I groped his pec, squeezing his nipple slightly before running it across his chest and down his stomach. He was panting, his hair feeling so soft. My fingers slid through his pubes, my palm pushing his dick down against his balls as I teased him.
“What do you mean?” he demanded breathlessly. I couldn’t help but smile as I glanced up to see the uneasy desperation on his face.
“You said you would make sure we didn’t fall in love until you could be a man I deserve,” I reminded him, my fingers sliding around and tugging at his pubes gently as I continued to massage his shaft with my palm. He gripped my waist, looking down between us as he bit his lip. “Do you still feel that way? That you’re not a man I deserve?” I asked calmly, my hand turning as my fingers brushed his thigh. I tucked them up under his heavy sack, squeezing and stroking his balls and dick together.
“Oh fuu,” he exhaled, trembling as his head fell back.
“Well?” I insisted, gripping a bit harder as I tugged. I felt his balls rolling over my fingers, his shaft throbbing against my palm as I teased him.
“I don’t know,” he admitted, his legs sliding apart eagerly. I smiled as a delicious warmth consumed me. Seeing him so eager to give himself over to me gave me an unbelievable high. I wanted to enjoy this moment, more than I got to last time. Before I was just excited, but now? Now I was determined.
“Let me show you how I feel about you Clay, and then maybe it’ll help you make up your mind,” I whispered, smiling as our eyes met. He looked baffled as my hands pressed against his hips. I adjusted to kneel between his legs, admiring him as I massaged his thighs and hips. My hands were on one leg, taking my time as I worked over every inch of his hip and thigh. Then I worked to the other leg, only teasing his dick and balls once I passed over them. I turned, straddling his thigh after rubbing it. I felt devious as I shoved my ass out toward him.
“Oh fuck,” his hand slid up my leg, caressing my thigh and ass. He’d even tease my balls and cock too, but I could tell he was more caught up in how I was making him feel. I rubbed his shin and calf, working to his feet. I leaned down, kissing and sucking at his toes. “Oh god that tickles!” he actually laughed and I chuckled, pulling away to shift to the other leg. I did the same thing, making him laugh again as I got to his foot.
“Get me the lube,” I whispered, sliding off his leg and turning back to face him. He leaned over, grabbing the bottle out of his side table. There was a part of me that wanted to see if he’d like it if I ate his ass. But that was something I could save for another time. Tonight was my chance to show him how I felt about him, letting him know this was a lot more than a silly relationship for me.
I grabbed his legs, pulling them up over mine. My dick was brushing against his balls and taint, my body hot as I felt my own excitement. istanbul travesti I was trying to keep a level head as I took the bottle from him. I poured a generous amount all over my dick, stroking myself. He groaned quietly, his hands taking over eagerly. I closed my eyes, shuddering as his hot palm closed around my shaft. I felt his fingers coerce my balls into his palm too, both his hands slowly working me over.
“Not too much,” I huffed, shuddering as a ripple of pleasure coursed through me. He sighed, his efforts slowing down. I poured some more lube onto my fingers, shoving my hand between us. I found his asshole easily, sliding in with little resistance. As I worked my fingers in and around his ass his hands slowed down more, his body tensing and trembling as he’d gasp and moan quietly. The look on his face was more than enough indication, he wanted me and he was desperate for it.
“Bruno,” he let my balls go, his hands easing my dick down toward his ass. We stared at one another, my hands sliding along his thighs as he teased his own ass with my engorged tip. “Please,” he was breathless, his eyes burning as he panted. I bit my lip, my hands grabbing his hips as I pushed forward. Once my tip popped in, his hands grabbed my arms and his head rolled back, my dick slowly disappearing into his tight, hot ass. His shoulders and neck strained as he groaned, taking me in. Within a few seconds I was pressed up against him, his balls squished against my mound.
“Clay, your ass feels fucking incredible,” I whispered, his face twisting as his fingers clawed at my arms. I stayed pressed inside of him, just gently rolling my hips as he shook and panted. Feeling ass clenching around my cock eagerly was enough to make me want to forget about taking my time. My desires were screaming at me to fuck this man senselessly, to take him until I unloaded deep into his stomach. But that wasn’t my intention. Not yet anyway.
“Why aren’t you-“
“Let me do what I want,” I grumbled playfully, interrupting him as I leaned forward. His hands slid up my arms as I pushed my hands over his stomach and to his chest. He held my shoulders as I massaged and rubbed him. I watched my hands and he watched me as I continued to rub and caress his body. My efforts would push me into his ass, or move me around a bit, which was enough to make him moan and tremble occasionally. But I wanted him to feel loved. To feel me all over and inside of him.
My hands slid up across his chest to his shoulders, rubbing along the rigid muscles and up the back of his neck. His eyes rolled back, his arms falling to the bed by this point. He was breathing heavy, his whole body relaxing as I touched him all over. My fingers and hands worked down his arms, gripping and rubbing his muscles roughly. I pulled each hand up to my mouth, sucking and licking at his fingers longingly as I rubbed his palms and wrist. I tugged on his fingers, some of them even cracking, giving each palm a gentle kiss before setting his hands back down.
“How do you feel?” I whispered, leaning all the way down so that our bodies were nearly touching. He exhaled, his eyes barely opening as he smiled.
“I feel incredible,” he admitted sweetly. I smiled, my elbows planted on the bed near his shoulders. I slid my hands up the sides and back of his head, my fingers massaging and scratching at his scalp. He groaned, his hands running up and down my back slowly. My tongue ran along the front of his neck, my lips and teeth closing around his chin gently. I felt his head shift and then our lips brushed. He wrapped his arms around me, pressing our bodies together.
I grabbed hold of his hair, grunting as I thrusted into him then. He gasped loudly, his mouth falling open against mine as if he just remembered I was buried deep inside of him. My tongue filled his mouth, teasing all over as I continued rolling my body against his. His legs hung on mine, his hips curling up from each of my thrusts. We kissed passionately, both of us feeling hot to the touch. His ass started to clench and tug at my cock, my mind getting hazy as my desperation started to take over.
My mouth ripped away from his, sliding down to his neck. I bit at it, sucking as I grunted and lunged my body into his. His fingers clawed at my back, the room filled with his moans and panting. I continued my way down to his chest, my hands holding his ribs as I teased and sucked at his nipples. They were puckered little nubs, looking swollen by the time I was done with them. I sat up then, running my hands along his legs. I grabbed behind his knees, pulling his legs up and back.
“Hold them,” I whispered, his hands sliding up the backs of his thighs as he held them apart. My eyes locked onto the sight of his throbbing cock and heavy balls, and just below that was my dick spearing his ass. God, if that wasn’t the sexiest thing I had ever seen. Without thinking, my hands started massing his thighs, cock, and balls. I continued thrusting istanbul travestileri at his ass, unable to look away. The faster I went the louder he got, his moans drowning out all of my thoughts.
“Bruno! Oh fuck, right there! Don’t stop!” he begged and I grunted, my sanity snapping as my hands pressed into his thighs. I pushed them back more, his ass lifting up toward me. A few thrusts like this and he was crying out, his body jerking and trembling under me. His one hand flew to his mouth, the other gripping his dick. I looked up in time to see his head snapping back as a loud cry was muffled by his palm. His whole body tensed, his ass clenching. Next thing I looked at was his cock as it spewed cum all over his stomach. It mixed in with his body hair and sweat, his muscles twitching and trembling as he panted.
“Fuck,” I gasped, nearly cumming myself. But I wasn’t done. I wanted to keep going, to make him realize how much I wanted him. As he relaxed I adjusted, easing him onto his side.
“Wait, Bruno you’re not done?” he gasped when I slid behind him, pulling his leg up as I pushed my cock into his ass again.
“You said you’re all mine tonight,” I whispered before grunting and pushing deeper into him. He tensed up, groaning as his back arched slightly. I wrapped my arms around him, kissing his neck and jaw as I stayed motionless. It was mind boggling, how much I enjoyed the feeling of my cock just buried in his ass. “I’m going to devour you until I’ve had my fill,” I muttered, his head turning. We kissed, his leg hooked up on my arm as I started slowly thrusting at his ass.
“I have a class in the morning,” he gasped, reaching back to grip my hair as I shoved myself into him roughly, picking up speed as my cock demanded more.
“Skip it, it’s just one day,” I grumbled, licking and sucking at his ear then. He tilted his head back, whimpering as I continued my desperate onslaught. “We’re staying in bed until we have to get ready to meet the team,” I confessed, my hand sliding down his stomach to tease his limp cock. His hand captured mine as he groaned. I think he wanted to push it away, but I wasn’t having that.
“Bruno I’m too sensitive!” he cried out as my hand squeezed tighter, my thumb teasing his tip as I felt it growing and hardening immediately.
“Good, means you’ll cum again while my cock’s in your ass,” I muttered, biting his shoulder as I slammed into him again. He cried out, my eyes rolling back as I slid my free hand up his neck and over his mouth. “Make all the noise you want, I’ll keep you quiet,” I teased him, whispering into his ear, grunting as I powered myself into him. He was shaking and moaning loudly, letting me ravage his body. We were both panting hot messes of sweat and lust as I clung to him, spearing his ass relentlessly.
“Ahhhh!” he threw his body back against mine, his ass clamping down on my cock painfully. I jerked his dick roughly as he trembled, my hand falling away from his mouth as he relaxed and whimpered. Once his breathing started to normalize I kissed his ear and smirked. “Please, I can’t keep cumming like this!” he insisted when I started up again.
“We’ll see,” I sighed, holding his body against mine so I could stay buried in his amazing ass. I was far from done, desperately trying to hold out until I couldn’t anymore. This was going to be a long night, I was going to make sure of it.
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Devon and I were in line to get onto the bus, ready to check in for attendance. The coaches were talking to the driver, some guys dropping their bags off in a pile to be loaded up.
“Wow Clay you look like shit!” Devon laughed as he approached the bus. A smug smile was plastered on my face as I studied him. He had on a hoodie and sweatpants, the hood up as he held the strap of his bag on his shoulder. I thought he looked great, but I could see the bags under his eyes and the exhausted expression on his face. He slid his bag off his shoulder, bending down to pull a few things out of it. As he stood up I saw him grimace slightly, his hands pressing into his lower back as he stretched.
“You better be able to play tomorrow!” another teammate called out, some of the guys laughing as they climbed onto the bus. Clay walked over to join the line to board the bus, unraveling and detangling a pair of earbuds.
“Had a restless night. Hardly got any sleep, tossing and turning all over my bed. But it’s just some minor aches. I can nap on the bus and get a good night’s rest tonight and be fine,” he grumbled, not even looking at me as he pulled his phone out. Devon glanced at me with an overly amused grin.
“Nerves keep you up?” Devon demanded pointedly, nudging me. I couldn’t help but chuckle, feeling giddy. Clay sighed heavily, putting his earbuds in.
“Yeah let’s go with that,” he grumbled. He looked annoyed as he studied his phone. Before I could say anything he put some music on. It was so loud I could hear it. Devon glanced at me and shrugged, travesti istanbul turning to face the bus as we each started boarding.
I went to sit down by the window when Clay grabbed my arm and pulled me back, sliding in first. I hesitated and sighed, sliding in next to him. I dropped my backpack at my feet, pulling it open. Devon sat across the aisle from us, studying me as I glanced at him. “I brought snacks,” I started pulling out different bags of chips and candy, Devon’s eyes lighting up.
“Fuck yeah!” he cheered, reaching over to snatch a bag of chips. I chuckled, fishing my Coke out from the bag too. I felt the second one I brought for Clay and pursed my lips. He was sitting, his legs spread comfortably as he leaned against the window. My hand bumped his knee and he glanced at me curiously. I held a bottle of Coke up, waving it invitingly and he sighed, smirking as he snatched it and opened it. After taking a sip he pulled his phone out and turned his music off, sliding his earbuds outs.
“You excited for our first game?” he asked me and Devon. I nodded, glancing at Devon who was smiling smugly.
“I’m excited to prove I’m the best damn goalie in our division,” he held up his water bottle and I laughed, reaching across the aisle to tap my drink to his. Clay chuckled too, his hand pressing into my thigh as he leaned across and joined in. His hood slipped off and I noticed all of my marks on his neck.
“Alright listen up!” Coach barked from the front of the bus. He started calling everyone’s name, making sure we all were in attendance. Once he confirmed everyone was on, the coaching staff settling in at the front, the bus took off. Everyone was chatting, the energy high for the first two hours. Of course the energy died down and boredom started to settle in. Devon was curled up in his seat, playing on his phone when I turned to see if Clay wanted to watch a movie with me. But he was already passed out.
“Hey coach!” Tyler called out from a few seats up, seeming to pique a lot of interest on the bus. “Since we have a few hours to travel together can I ask a question of the team?” he called out, all of us either standing up or leaning into the aisle to try and see coach’s reaction. Devon glanced at me and then smiled.
“You think now is a good time Tyler?” Devon called out, the two of them exchanging a smirk as he shrugged.
“Don’t see why not,” he breathed. I reached over and nudged Clay, who snorted, jolting awake. His eyes were wide, his face wrinkled as he glanced at me.
“Team discussion?” I offered and he sighed, rubbing his face as he sat up. He grabbed the collar of his sweatshirt, pulling it up off him. He dropped it into his backpack at his feet, adjusting his shirt as Tyler stood up then.
“We want Bruno to play tomorrow,” Tyler called out toward the coaches.
“Absolutely not!” coach barked and I sighed, glancing at Devon as irritation started creeping up.
“It’s ok Tyler, I don’t have to play. I started a fight with Zack,” I insisted, Tyler turning to me with a sigh.
“Then Zack should be benched!” Devon called out, standing up. I was floored. Clay and I exchanged a confused look. I went to say something but Zack, who was sitting a few seats behind us, snorted in disbelief.
“What the fuck did I do to get benched?!” he demanded. That sent a prickling chill of anger up my spine. I could think of a handful of things that were enough cause to bench him for our first game.
“You harassed Bruno, tried to blackmail Bruno and Clay, and picked a fight with Clay outside the locker room!” Devon started. “We told coach about what happened and he brushed it off. We don’t think that’s fair!” Devon turned then, glaring at the coaches at the front of the bus.
“Well Zack didn’t hit anyone!” coach defended himself and I rolled my eyes, slumping into my seat as I crossed my arms.
“Either Bruno and Zack both get to play, or neither of them do!” Devon insisted.
“That’s not your choice!” coach called back. I was about to end the argument when Clay sighed and stood up.
“Then bench me too!” Clay called out. My eyes popped open wide. I grabbed his hand and he smirked at me, shrugging. “I started a fight, I put my hands on Zack a few times. Why aren’t I benched at least for one game?” Clay demanded.
“It never actually got to the point of violence. Bruno hit and kicked Zack!” coach called back.
“If Bruno is on the bench, I’m on the bench!” Devon chimed in then. I felt embarrassed, my cheeks on fire as I curled up into my seat.
“Same!” Tyler agreed.
“Me too!” Clay called out. Suddenly a ton of teammates were calling out in agreement. I reached down and grabbed Clay’s sweatshirt, pulling it over my head to hide myself. I was feeling so damn uncomfortable as an uproar was started.
“All of you are talking nonsense!” coach called out.
“Bruno actually attacked Zack guys! He should deal with the punishment” someone opposed, and with that everyone was calling out over each other, guys starting to yell at one another. After a few minutes it felt like there was no end in sight.
“Alright enough!” coach roared over the ruckus. “Clearly the team is divided on this! Why don’t we just put it to a vote?”
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