Avery -- 19
Jake -- 21
This story was inspired by a porn scene I liked.
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The breath of the night air over Jake's swollen body felt invigorating. College friends cheered and hollered from the street as Jake and his fellow football teammates walked down the sidewalk with a jaunt.
"We were so close to flubbing that game!" Andrew said.
"Nah, impossible," Rex said. "Can't lose when Jake isn't sitting on the bench." He jabbed Jake in the arm. Pain surged through his muscles, but Jake wouldn't show that on his face.
Andrew stepped in front of them and walked backward, letting the moonlight shine off his teeth. "Well, get some rest, boys. Training bright and early to get ready for the Cornwall game."
The three of them went their separate ways, with Jake making his way down a dirt walkway and into the college apartments. Jake barely heard a sound except for the distant hooting from the fans--which he was surprised he could make out given his hearing aid wasn't turned up all the way.
He made his usual way through the bushes across from the Apartment B building, which was always the fastest. But doing this always felt a little awkward because that pushed him close to the first-floor windows. Not that anyone ever left their blinds open.
At least not until this night.
Jake caught a glimpse of a college boy leaving his bedroom. He looked shirtless, but Jake couldn't tell because of how blindingly bright the lights were. The college skimped on good water heaters in the apartments, but not a dime was missed for those lights.
Jake almost focused back on his way home when the boy reentered his bedroom. He wasn't only shirtless but stripped down to his blue underwear. The kind that looked made of silky-like texture, and a pocket for his bulge to sit in. The boy flicked his lights off, making it easier for Jake to peer through the blinds.
This was stupid and wrong on so many levels, but he couldn't look away. He knew that boy from his introduction to Psychology. He was a sophomore... what was his name? Jake could hardly focus on those unimportant details, but then it hit him. Avery. He was an average-height boy, with a tight body and amateurish muscles. The kind of guys Jake would see trying out for high school football and barely making the cut.
Avery ran his hands through his brown hair and crawled into bed. He reached for some headphones in his drawer and plugged them into his phone and plopped the earbuds in.
The younger boy draped his right arm over his eyes and laid still with his legs spread apart. Jake swore he saw his pocketed bulge bounce. He must've been fantasizing. Probably about another boy. It wasn't hard for Jake to sniff out the closeted guys, especially since he was one of them.
The bulge jumped again.
Avery never touched himself. He just lay there.
Jake felt his crouch swell in his gym shorts. His body was still burning from the adrenaline of the game that night, and even though the breeze blew cold that night, he found himself sweating.
Jake told himself to just turn around. But he couldn't. His mind commanded his eyes to watch.
And then it happened. Jake found himself reaching for the window and gently sliding it open. What was he thinking? Not only could he get in trouble for this, but if Avery saw him and told others about it, he'd be so dead.
It didn't matter.
He crawled inside, not making a noise.
Jake was now standing in the boy's room. Standing in Avery's room! He just watched as Avery moved his hips ever so slightly, pushing his cock against his silky underwear. Without thinking, Jake reached down and pulled his shirt off.
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An electric beat bubbled in Avery's ears, sending him into a floaty trance. Sound of Walking Away by Illenium. It was Avery's habit to listen to this song before bed. Something about it just sent him.
He had a sudden urge to slip his body under the covers and warm up, but then the music hit the chorus and distracted Avery from the new chill. Then, just as the song was about to hit the euphoric bridge, he felt his bed cave, as if his legs turned to lead.
Avery pulled his arm back from his eyes and opened them.
His eyes bugged. Avery slid up in his bed and yanked the earbuds out. "Who are--what--"
His heart pounded in his chest. Was this intruder trying to rob him, or worse, cause him harm?
The mysterious person was in his bed and on all fours. He looked up and pressed a finger to his lips as if to politely quiet Avery. Which was stupid. With one loud shout, Avery could wake up his roommate across the hall and get help. But something about this boy's face felt familiar to Avery.
The boy's blond hair fell to one side over his forehead, tight around the sides and back, and his eyes flickered green from the moonlight sneaking through the open window. His skin looked tough over his muscles like a baseball.
Then it hit Avery--this was Jake, one of the football players for his school. What the hell was going on?
Jake pulled his finger away from his lips and placed his hand over Avery's ankle. It was like a powerline fell out of the sky and landed on his foot. The touch was enough to take Avery to where the song was about to.
Jake ran his fingers up Avery's shin, his nails scratching through Avery's light leg hair.
"W-what are you doing?" Avery asked his classmate.
"I saw you through the window." Jake stopped before reaching past his knee. Feelings of disappointment and fear swelled into a smoothie of confusion. "It was hot watching you jive to music in here. And, well, after a big game, it's hard not to focus on..."
Avery followed Jake's glance down at his crotch bulging in his underwear.
Avery shook his head. "No--no way." What was wrong with this guy? He just walked up to his window and crawled in and thought that was okay? Plus... "I've never done this before."
Jake cocked his head, his eyes shined with either confusion or excitement by what Avery just said. "With a guy?" He swirled his fingers around Avery's shin, making Avery melt.
Avery shook his head. "With no one."
With both hands, Jake squeezed Avery's legs and slid them up, past the knees, and stopped at his thighs before the bottom of his underwear. Avery's mouth was agape and he let out a breath that felt like he held in since seeing the intruder. His body slipped, and Avery found his head back on the pillowing--leaning up just enough to watch the boy.