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| Cesar |
My Spanish was far from flawless. And yet, I was pretty sure what this meant. When your boyfriend’s ass is more beautiful than yours. After morning training, I had been at home in Utrecht, scrolling through my phone. I had found an Instagram reel Cesar’s girlfriend Jessica had made. He had posted it to his stories himself. That’s how I found it.
It showed Cesar by a pool table. His jeans were already struggling to contain him as he was standing up. He then bent over the table, trying to make a shot. The person behind the phone, presumably Jessica herself, zoomed in on his ass shamelessly. It was incredibly hot.
Jessica had put the Spanish caption. Cesar had posted it to his stories, just adding a peach emoji and a smiling, sweating emoji. I looked at Jessica’s Instagram account. It was very easy to find more reels like this. Cesar working out in the gym in clingy sweatpants. Cesar looking at something on a lower shelf in a store. Cesar just walking ahead of her on the street.
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| Cesar |
Cesar had been on my mind a lot. And I knew I had been on his mind too. We texted a lot. FaceTimed even more regularly than before. Our relationship was like we were best friends. And I felt like we were. Except I also thought back to his kisses. A lot.
Thankfully, after a month, I got to fly back across the ocean for three matches with the national team. Which meant I got to see Cesar again. We made sure to be roommates every time. Cesar’s tendency to be naked in the hotel room also didn’t change. And I loved it.
The question came when I was lying on the bed. I was scrolling through my phone. I had just landed in Austin, Texas. I’d hugged Cesar upon arrival in our room. He had announced he needed a shower. When he came out, his body nude and shiny from the water, he sauntered into the room. I had had a quick glimpse, but I was mostly looking at my phone. Cesar was looking at himself in the mirror.
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| Cesar |
I looked up. Cesar was grabbing one of his buttcheeks. He had more than a handful. The other hand was still holding a towel. He looked at himself, but when I didn’t say anything he looked my way.
“Jessica says I have a fat ass. And people on social media too.”
I chuckled. I didn’t know what to say. I thought back to what I had seen on Jessica’s Instagram account.
“It’s… well, yeah. It’s not small.”
Cesar looked back at his mirror image.
“I don’t think she meant it in a bad way. I am pretty sure she loves it. But… maybe I should lose some weight? You know, being a professional athlete?”
“What? No way! You look great, man.”
I responded without censoring myself.
“Really?”
His smile was so big. I had openly complimented his body and I felt a need to backtrack. I didn’t want him to realize I thought he was sexy. I was scared it would hurt our friendship. Or he wouldn’t share those intimate moments with me anymore.
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| Cesar |
I’m not sure I managed to accomplish my goal. But Cesar looked happy. And that made me happy.
“Thanks, buddy!”
In Austin, we beat Jamaica 2-0. Cesar scored both times. Mexico vs Canada had ended in a tie, meaning the USA was now leading the group alone.
We flew to Panama City. The hotel was really nice. It had a beautiful swimming pool, which we had to try out with a bunch of the guys. The room was great as well. Two queen beds. A view of the city. A large walk-in shower with a rain shower head. It was a shame we were only here for a few days.
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| Cesar |
“Ross?”
“Yeah?”
“Are you… are you dating anyone? In the Netherlands?”
The question caught me off guard.
“No. Why?”
“I was thinking Jess would fly out to the Mexico match in Cincinnati next month and we could all get dinner together. But I didn’t want to make you feel like the third wheel.”
I smiled.
“You were thinking double date?”
“Yeah! That would be fun, right?”
I had shortly met Jessica once, and seen her on FaceTime several times, and she was always very sweet and funny. But I had little desire to share my time with Cesar with her. I had a hard time admitting this to myself though. I didn’t want to have a crush on Cesar. So I just decided that I didn’t. We just had an intimate friendship.
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| Cesar |
“So, why are you not dating anyone?”
“I’m… I’m not out. Of the closet.”
“Are you scared your date will tell the press?”
I nodded.
Honestly, the last few months I hadn’t felt any desire to date. I hadn’t been feeling as lonely as before. Thanks to Cesar.
“I’m sorry, man.”
He got up off the bed, walked over to mine, and hugged me. Fully naked.
“Thanks.”
We lost to Panama. 1-0. I was annoyed, because I had missed two easy shots on goal. Cesar was grumpy as well. Although my assists did reach him almost every time, there had been too many defenders around him at all times. They were smart. They knew he was dangerous. It was a strategy that had paid off for them.
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| Cesar |
We flew back to the US. To Columbus, Ohio to be exact. On the plane, Cesar and I knew we had to get it back together for this upcoming match against Costa Rica. They made it to the last three World Cups and should not be underestimated.
“You and me, Lewis.”
“You and me, Ramirez.”
The rest of the flight I questioned if I had been too distracted by Cesar these last few days.
The hotel in Columbus was not as fancy. But it was OK. I was focusing on the match and nothing else. And I could tell Cesar was focused too. We didn’t stay up talking any of the nights.
The night before the match, Cesar fell asleep on top of the covers. His bare ass was out. I put my phone down and looked at it for a while. Its perfect curve. Its smooth skin. I turned off the light by my bed. I turned on my side, away from Cesar. Beating Costa Rica was all that mattered.
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| Cesar |
The second the whistle blew, Costa Rica were on a mission. It was clear they had practiced their start in minute detail. The ball went toward our goal like it was choreographed to do so. Our defense struggled to keep up. The goalkeeper was outsmarted. 0-1. And we had barely started. Fuck!
The determination inside of me only grew. But I was calm. I was confident. I noticed Cesar was again crowded by Costa Rica defenders every time I wanted to pass the ball. After a few times, I realized I could outrun the defender assigned to me. So I went for it.
The defender was behind me. I had a clear shot. The goalkeeper zeroed in on me. I could tell he was expecting me to come closer. I was still 20 yards from the goal when I took my shot. I surprised him. The ball curved in a way I had only seen on TV before. I didn’t know I had it in me. But the ball did exactly what I wanted it to.
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| Cesar |
In the second half, I could tell the Costa Rican team got tired of running after Cesar, who was so incredibly fast. I managed to get the ball his way more and more. I knew what was coming. I felt it in the air. And finally, after 66 minutes of playing, Cesar made 2-1. I held him as tight as I could, before the rest of team came in for the group hug.
When the final whistle went, Cesar immediately came up to me for another hug.
“You saved this, Lewis”, he said.
I smiled. I kissed the top of his head. We walked to the rest of the team with our arms around each other.
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| Cesar |
In the bus back to the hotel, it became clear that Mexico was definitely beating El Salvador. Ater 6 matches each, Mexico had 14 points, USA 13, Canada 10, Panama 8, Costa Rica 6. We were looking good.
Only when we got close to the hotel, I realized this had been match 6. Tomorrow we were all flying back. This time we were in the US for the last match and a group of players decided to go out.
“Everyone who wants to come, see you in the lobby in half an hour!”, Jay shouted through the bus.
When Cesar and I got to our room, I fully expected we were going to get changed and join the others. I was wrong.
“That was an intense match”, he said. “My legs hurt like crazy.”
I could see where he was coming from. Usually with post-match drinks I sat down at a table or the bar until the alcohol did its job.
“I think I’m just going to lay on the bed and watch some TV”, he said. “I really am 32”, he joked.
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| Cesar |
“I’m fine if you go, and I’m fine if you stay. Honestly.”
I smiled. I also took all of my clothes off. Cesar was smiling as well.
“Come sit here”, he said as he tapped the bed he was on.
He fluffed a pillow for me and angled it against the headboard.
We watched a movie. Naked. Sitting next to each other.
“I’m glad you stayed”, he said, squeezing my thigh.
I was semi-hard already, but as my cock was still angled down between my legs, I figured I was getting away with it.
Cesar’s head suddenly landed on my shoulder. He held my hand and squeezed it. I thought I was going to lose it, but I lasted throughout the entire movie. Cesar switched the TV off.
“Let’s get some sleep. Long travel day for you tomorrow.”
We laid down on the bed on our sides, facing each other.
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| Cesar |
His eyes took in my face.
“Thanks”, I said, my heart skipping a beat.
His eyes closed as his face got nearer mine and he kissed me. It was only a peck, but it was enough. I felt my boner twitch. I noticed how it hit Cesar’s thigh.
“Oh”, he smiled.
He looked down at my cock, and to my surprise, took it in his hand.
“Big boy”, he said as he made it bounce in his palm.
I smiled awkwardly.
“S-sorry.”
“No need to apologize. It’s a compliment.”
Cesar was casually jerking me off as he said those words. And he didn’t stop. We just continued to look into each other’s eyes.
“So this cock hasn’t been touched in a while?”
I remembered our conversation in Panama.
“Uh, no. Just by me.”
His face lit up.
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| Cesar |
“Do I turn you on?”, he asked.
I nodded. He smiled. He rested his other hand on my face as he continued to play with my cock. I never in a million years expected this to happen. Today, or ever.
Suddenly Cesar got up on his knees. I noticed his cock was a little hard as well. He moved further down the bed. He bent forward and started sucking my cock. It was clear he hadn’t sucked a cock before, but it was still hot.
He looked at me as he tried to get my cock more than halfway down.
“This thing is massive”, he chuckled.
I saw he was jerking himself off at the same time. I was turned on to no end.
“I… You’re going to make me shoot.”
Cesar clearly didn’t want to swallow. He continued to lick my cock and jerk it, and soon enough I shot a massive load. My cum hit the headboard, my face and my chest. Cesar gasped.
“Fuck, dude.”
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| Cesar |
“Can I… do anything… for you?”
I hesitated to ask. He smiled. He took my hand.
“Let’s get you cleaned up first.”
We went to the shower. It was a shame that it wasn’t the nice shower in Panama. It was a shower in a tub, and not very spacious. Only one of us could stand by the water. Cesar cleaned my chest for me. His cock stayed hard.
“So, Jess has been doing this thing I like, but… you know, only if you want to.”
My mind went wild with whatever could come next. I went through all the random kinks I’d heard of. Cesar wasn’t looking at me. He was soaping up my chest, shoulders, arms, and stomach.
“Go on. Tell me.”
He looked up at me, like he was embarrassed.
“I really like my hole licked.”
“Fuck. I would love to lick your hole.”
“You would?”
His big eyes looked up at me, like he was surprised. He really didn’t know the power of his ass. He was now soaping up my cock, and I began to get hard again.
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| Cesar |
I kissed each cheek all over. Cesar chuckled.
“You like my ass?”
“I love your ass”, I said.
I wiggled the cheeks. They were so beautiful.
I couldn’t wait any longer. I buried my face into Cesar’s ass and I immediately heard him moan. He bucked his hips back, pushing his ass into my tongue. He bent forward, holding on to the wall. I felt up his cheeks and his thighs. I felt his hips and finally took his cock. It was hard as a rock. I jerked it a few times.
“Ohhh…. Oh my God.”
His voice went up an octave and his hips started bucking in a more involuntary fashion. I knew he was having an orgasm. His moans were incredibly sexy. His legs were buckling and I had to stand and hold him up. He turned around and held on to me, his arms wrapped around my waist. His head rested against my chest as he caught his breath. I noticed the cum on the bathroom wall.
“Fuck… You are really good at that.”
I smiled. I reached down and caressed his ass.
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| Cesar |
“Hey”, his sleepy voice croaked.
“Hey”, I replied.
“Thanks for last night”, he said.
I smiled.
“It was my pleasure.”
“Maybe we can do that again next month?”
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