Practice Practice Practice

Martin planned a new routine for them in his notebook as they headed into their last month of high school.

Mondays were basketball practice, so Martin and Tommy said goodbye to Elizabeth and Rebecca in the hall and headed for the gym. But instead of getting changed in the gym's locker room they detoured to the upstairs bathroom that wasn't used after school and got in ten minutes of kissing practice while they edged each other in the handicapped stall.

Tuesdays were a half-price movie night at the local theatre, so Elizabeth and Rebecca went to see a show while the boys "studied for the SAT." They actually studied twice; once in Martin's bed, and once in the shower with Tommy's hands on the wall. It was messier without condoms, but they agreed that with Prom and the end of the year so close, they couldn't waste opportunities to practice. So Martin just came in Tommy's ass. No pregnancy risk, after all.

Wednesdays were the girls' musical theatre rehearsal, so the boys went straight to Tommy's house and fucked on the couch. Martin was getting better at controlling himself and Tommy rode him for nearly half an hour while they practiced kissing before Martin came inside him and Tommy came on his chest.

Practice makes perfect.

It all seemed to be going great, so when the girls said they wanted to come watch basketball practice on Thursday, Martin fumbled an excuse that having the girls watch would be distracting.

"And the coach won't go for it," Tommy added.

Martin nodded in agreement, "Yeah, he doesn't like spectators during practice."

Rebecca and Elizabeth glanced at each other and must have communicated something in the silence because their faces changed at the same time to pert smiles.

Elizabeth stepped forward and laid her arms around Martin's shoulders and Rebecca did the same to Tommy.

"Well," said Elizabeth, "I guess we'll just have to see you tomorrow. We can hang out all weekend!" She kissed Martin deeply. He tried to use his tongue like Tommy did and it seemed to work out. When she pulled back and stared into his eyes there was a small smile on her lips.

The girls left them and headed out the front doors. Martin watched them go, trying to piece together what they may be talking about from their body language, but Tommy grabbed his arm and said, "Come on, we still have time before practice."

At the upstairs bathroom Tommy had one foot in the door and Martin was already reaching under Tommy's shirt when the unpleasant sounds of someone inside stopped them both in their tracks. They retreated back out to the hall and looked around.

"That sucks," said Tommy, "I was going to let you fuck me."

Martin was surprised, "Isn't that a lot of cleanup to do before practice?"

Tommy smirked and pulled a condom out of his pocket and said, "I got a whole box of these to help with that."

The eager look in Tommy's eyes and the sight of the condom made Martin's blood rush. He enjoyed their quick jerkoff session before practice on Monday, but nothing compared to fucking. Practicing fucking, he reminded himself. It was just practice for Elizabeth.

Martin took the condom and examined it as he said, "It's good you got them. We were going to need these for the girls anyway."

"Yeah, I mean-- yes."

Martin looked up at Tommy. His friend was always sure, always on top of everything, and never hesitated or needed to double back on his words. But there was a glimpse of something in that moment.

"Everything ok?" Martin asked.

Tommy's smile snapped back and he punched Martin in the shoulder. "Yeah, all good. Last one to the gym gets the broken locker!"

Tommy spun away and ran. Martin shook off his thoughts and chased after him.

The coach pushed them hard.

Practice started with a shuttle run where half the team raced across the gym with a bean bag, added it to their team's bucket, and then raced back and tapped-in their partner to do the same thing. Martin and Tommy were a synchronized running machine. As competitive as they were with each other, they were even more competitive with the other boys. Most of them had been in classes together for years and the rivalries ran deep, so when the coach blew his whistle they all circled around for the final count.

"Well, well, well," said the coach. His bald head shined as he walked the line of buckets looking like General Patton in sweatpants, "It's a full two-beanbag lead for the backups." He looked around at the other players and smirked, "Watch your backs boys, the spares are coming for your spots."

Tommy whooped in victory and wrapped his arm around Martin's shoulders. They were both sweating and wearing loose tank tops that let their skin breathe, and Martin had his hair tied back with an elastic. The contact with Tommy's bare arm felt intimate. And public. Martin was smiling for the victory but he caught himself looking around at the other guys for signs that they saw something weird. Luckily, all he saw was jealousy.

After the warmup they split off into games of two on two. Every pair they played against fell to their perfect combos. It was like they were psychic, predicting each other's movements and even making fake calls that tricked their opponents into dodging the wrong way.

"What have you two been doing?" Said the coach when they beat yet another pair.

Martin's heart skipped and he fumbled catching the ball. The coach had an unreadable face as he loomed over.

"You've been practicing, huh?" Coach asked.

"Uh," Martin stumbled, his brain frozen.

Tommy put his arm around Martin's shoulder again and Martin felt his face start to heat up with embarrassment as Tommy said, "Yep, there's a court by my house. We practice all the time."

Martin shut his eyes. Of course he was only talking about basketball.

Coach crossed his thick arms and nodded approvingly, "It's showing. I'll tell you what, I'll put you two in the starting lineup for the exhibition game with Barnsby on Monday. Play well and I'll even put you in for the second half."

He gave them a wink and then walked off to watch other players.

Tommy's arm tightened around Martin's shoulders and he leaned his lips in to whisper, "It's fuckin' working!"

Martin looked at Tommy's grin and shared in the excitement. They had been working hard to earn their places on the team. Most of the other guys had been playing for years, but having a good showing on the senior team was all they needed to look good on university applications. All the practice and planning was paying off and the plan in Martin's notebook had them on track to getting everything they wanted.

The rest of the practice they were floating. Every chance Tommy got to tap Martin's chest or squeeze his arm he took, and Martin's heart fluttered at every touch. He had worked so hard to get a plan that would work for both of them, to set them on the path to their top choice university together. Seeing Tommy excited and happy made Martin feel amazing, and it made them play even better.

When Coach blew the whistle the rest of the guys cut their games short and headed for the changing room, but Martin and Tommy kept practicing layups.

As soon as the door slammed shut behind the last player Tommy wrapped his arms around Martin and pressed their lips together in a deep kiss.

They were alone, but it was such a public space that Martin felt himself pull away and take a quick look around to check no one was watching. "What was that for?" He asked.

Tommy just shrugged and smiled. "Practice practice practice, right? We're actually playing, dude! It's fucking working!"

"Because of the kissing?"

Tommy looked at him like he was an idiot, which Martin quickly realized, he was. He shook his head and said, "Sorry, I know what you meant."

Tommy stepped closer again, "Of course, if practicing basketball got us in the exhibition game, then imagine what the rest of our practice can do? Prom is coming up, right?"

Martin felt his shorts filling up as Tommy pressed their bodies close. Their noses touched and Martin's senses were filled with Tommy: his bright blue eyes, his scent, and the touch of his fingers as his hands slipped under the hem of Martin's shirt.

"I think Elizabeth liked the kiss I gave her," Martin whispered.

"Oh yeah?" Tommy's hands moved up Martin's body.

"Yeah, I tried the thing you do with your tongue."

"What's the thing I do with my tongue?"

"It's like you slide it along my lip before it goes inside."

Tommy's hands reached the back of Martin's shoulders and the cool air on his exposed back made Martin shiver.

"Show me?" Tommy asked.

Martin swallowed and nodded. He closed the tiny gap between them and closed his eyes. Their lips touched and he tried to show Tommy how he made him feel.

They didn't rush or skip ahead. They had learned a lot the past weeks. It felt better to go slow, to taste and touch each moment in turn.

Martin focused on playing his tongue across Tommy's lips, holding him close with hands on his waist. Meanwhile, one of Tommy's hands slid up the back of his neck, out the collar of Martin's sweaty tank top, while the other counted the bumps in his spine down to the waistline of his shorts and pressed their hips together.

"Do you think the showers are empty?" Tommy whispered.

Martin shook his head, no. "Probably not." Practice had only just ended and there were soccer teams playing outside.

Tommy chewed his lip. Despite all the running around they had been doing there was still a sizzle of energy radiating from him. He was practically vibrating under Martin's touch as he looked around the empty gymnasium.

"Come over here," Tommy said as he slipped his hands out from under Martin's shirt and grabbed his wrist. He led them over to the far end of the gym, away from the doors to the changing rooms, where the brown metal stands extended from the wall. The interlocking staircase design could be flattened to make more space, but they were usually left out for spectators. Along the side was a meter-wide space between the benches and the wall, and all the way at the back the benches were above their heads. They could see slices of the gym through the seats, but mostly they were hidden.

Martin watched as Tommy quickly stripped off his tank top, revealing his smooth bare chest. He laid his shirt out on the hard floor and turned to Martin, who had to smile at his eagerness as Tommy reached for his shirt too and pulled it up and over Martin's head without even asking.

Then, before Martin could think of something witty to say, Tommy shut him up by stripping naked. He slipped his shorts and underwear down together and pulled them over his shoes, leaving him bare except for sneakers and ankle socks. From the pocket he took out the condom from earlier and then he lay his shorts down on top of their shirts. An improvised mattress.

With one hand and his teeth, Tommy ripped the condom package open and then he reached out for Martin's cock. He fondled him through his shorts and smiled when Martin caught his eye.

Martin could only watch, in awe, as his naked friend tugged the front of his shorts and underwear down to pull out his cock. Tommy stroked him gently, but there wasn't much more to do. Martin was already rock hard.

Tommy positioned the lubed condom and rolled it down his shaft, and then when it was in place he quickly sat down on his shorts and lay back, beckoning Martin to follow him down as he lifted his legs and ran a finger over his pink hole.

Martin was on autopilot as he knelt down, his shorts still tight on his thighs, but his hard cock in his hand.

"No lube though," said Martin.

Tommy grinned, "I prepped before."

Tommy touched his naked sides and pulled, wrapping his legs around Martin's back as he drew him down for a kiss.

Before Martin could aim himself, Tommy had gripped his encased cock and brought the tip to his hole. Martin pushed and suddenly he was inside again, with Tommy's naked body wrapped around him, and his noisy mind went quiet.

The shorts and shirts were not much of a cushion, so Martin kept a hand on the back of Tommy's head as he pressed forward, pushing them into the corner as his cock slid all the way inside. Tommy really had lubed himself before practice, and along with the condom and their sweat, Martin felt no resistance as he rocked back and forth. There was just a quiet, constant moan in their mouths.

Martin fucked faster. He had already been sweating from practice, and now the heat of their bodies burned against them and he felt the moisture forming on his naked back. The danger of fucking in a public space, and the desperation of Tommy's hands on his back, pushed Martin close to the edge. He pressed his forehead against Tommy's as their lips parted and he said he was getting close.

"Take off the condom," Tommy said, breathless.

"What?"

"I-- I like... the feeling." His voice was raw and low, broken whispers as he hesitated to say, "I like it when you cum inside me."

Martin pulled out immediately so he didn't cum right then.

He tugged the latex off and tossed it aside and raised himself up a bit to see what he was doing as he aimed his naked cock back at Tommy's hole and slid back inside.

The jolt of contact, and the sudden extra sensation of being naked inside him sent Martin over the top. He thrust desperately and fast and looked Tommy in the eyes as their mouths fell open in silent screams of pleasure. He fucked deep and came. He pressed his head to Tommy's chest as his body tensed and thrust again as he ejected his cum. Martin saw his abs flexing as he shot load after load inside Tommy, and he noticed Tommy's cock had leaked a pool of cum. Somewhere in their frantic fucking, Tommy had cum without touching himself.

Their movements stopped and their tense bodies relaxed against each other. Martin raised his head, but just as he was about to say something clever about losing the race, Tommy pressed their lips together in another deep kiss. He ran his tongue across Martin's lip before it slipped inside.