We Were Just Two Lads Being Mates

I used to go watch Rowan play footy for Kew. He played for them after we left school. He looked hot in his small white shorts that hugged his beefy arse, framed his muscular hairy legs, and cupped his big bulge. He had muscular guns in his sleeveless jumper. He was just one of the lads as he hung with his mates, all slapping each other’s arses after a win.

We all drank beer afterwards and the rest of them talked about girls, as I caught Rowan's eye and he'd smile at me momentarily before he’d join in with the other’s girl talk. It was mostly bullshit on his part, and he’d occasionally smile slyly at me just to confirm the point.

He’d be all macho, dig the chicks as one of the boys, I used to love it. A tough handsome kid.

Then he’d say quietly, “Do you want to suck my cock?” quietly, keeping his eyes on the other lads making sure they didn’t hear hum. Then he’d blush at the clandestine nature of our small talk. He looked adorable when he blushed.

Then I'd be sucking his big fat cock back in his room before his parents got home from where ever they were, most likely the shopping centre, or one of Rowan's brother’s place. I wondered what his mates would have thought if they could have seen him spread legged with his thick boner in my mouth.

He'd wipe his spoof off himself with his jocks when we were done and say, "Come on, let's shower before the olds get back."

A couple of times his parents were home before we'd finished snogging in the shower. They never thought anything of it, it never crossed their minds. We were just two lads being mates.