Cesar, Chapter 5

Cesar

I woke up. I found Cesar sleeping in my arms, which was a pretty usual occurrence now. I looked around the sleek hotel room in Kingston, Jamaica. The sun made its way through the gap in the curtains. I saw a palm tree and the clear, blue sky. Weather had been wonderful here.

The last few days had been a rollercoaster. Cesar had been made aware that the people who had bought sexy videos of him from his ex-girlfriend Jess through Instagram, had of course been sharing them online. Videos he never wanted others to have. Videos he wasn’t even aware of.

Cesar had been devastated at first.

“It’s like I lost my girl and my dignity.”

I remembered when he’d said it, on the way back to the Cincinnati hotel. He’d looked so sad.

I remembered the calls Cesar had to make when he had arrived here. He even missed a day of training in Kingston. He had decided not to press charges against Jess. He did have to tell his family about what happened. And even though she’d never said it, Cesar told me he felt like he had disappointed his Mom.

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The incident made it to the news in Mexico. At first the media had called it revenge porn. The video where Cesar’s cock is played with while he’s sleeping, and a few others, made it obvious he wasn’t aware of several videos being taken. Media in Mexico had soon found out Cesar and Jess had broken up. They’d put 2 and 2 together.

Cesar got asked for several interviews and declined all requests. Jess did release a statement to clarify it wasn’t revenge porn, but that the truth was even worse. Cesar got many messages on his Instagram, most of them positive.

It had been an emotional few days, but Cesar had refused to go home. After the last match, Cesar had to prove himself to Coach. Coach had even approached me the day before the match. I told him I play better with Cesar.

“Ramirez looks like a liability right now.”

“I think he can do it, Coach.”

“What’s the problem with Buckner?”

I had realized I hated having to say it.

“He’s… He’s just not as much of a team player, Sir.”

Coach nodded.

“Thank you for your honesty, Lewis.”

Ross

My chat with Coach hadn’t made a difference. As I had feared, Cesar had started on the bench against Jamaica last night. But I had to try my best without him. After the win against Mexico, we had to keep going. All eyes on the World Cup.

Again, Buckner and I didn’t have the same chemistry on the field. He wouldn’t pass the ball my way, even when it was the only option. He lost the ball more often than necessary. When I passed the ball his way, he would make mistakes. 

After 12 minutes of playing, I had an opportunity. I could have passed to Buckner, but decided to go for it myself instead. A defender had come close to intercepting, but I had surprised myself. I’d had such control over the ball in that moment, I was able to go past and shoot. It had gone in. It had been one of my best goals! 1-0.

After that Buckner had started to unravel. He made mistakes. He made fouls. He shouted and swore at the ref. He got a yellow card. We were a better team than Jamaica, but he was making this match unnecessarily hard. Surely now Coach would be able to see it.

Right before halftime I’d scored 2-0, without any help from Buckner. And indeed, at halftime, Buckner was substituted. Cesar was back! I saw focus and determination. It was like everything that had happened had only made him stronger. We played like we used to, if not better. Cesar scored 3-0 and 4-0.

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Cesar and I had celebrated in the locker room. What made it even better is when we heard that Canada had beaten Mexico in Edmonton that day. We were now way ahead of all the other teams. We were going to win this World Cup qualification group if we kept going like this.

Cesar snored. I smiled. He had made such a turnaround. I was proud of him. I held him close. Even if nothing else would happen between us, Cesar was my friend. My intimate friend. I had tried my best to be there for him the last few days. He talked to me about everything, and sometimes he just wanted a hug.

When we got to the room after celebrating, we both took off our clothes and collapsed on the bed. We were tired, and a little drunk. We had both passed out rather quickly.

I carefully got up without waking Cesar. I went to the bathroom. When I got back, he had turned on his stomach and kicked the covers down. The curve of his ass was on wonderful display. I smiled. I ordered some breakfast through room service.

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I sat on the bed and scrolled through my phone. Cesar was still sleeping soundly next to me. He woke up when the food arrived. Cesar was really hungry and instantly dove in. He seemed cheerful.

While we ate, Cesar talked about the match.

“Last night, I just decided to accept that everyone who wants to, has now seen my cock. And my fat ass. I knew I couldn’t let that define me. I wanted to show that I’m a damn good soccer player.”

“Fuck yeah!”

“Thanks so much for everything these last few days”, he said once we finished eating. “I’m so glad I still have you. You’ve been such a good friend.”

I was OK with being called a friend. I was used to it. And he just got out of a relationship in a messy way. I thought it best to keep my distance, sexually.

Cesar had other plans.

“I keep feeling closer to you. And I love it.”

His smile was everything. He sat closer to me and hugged. The hug was long. There was tension in the air. It was sudden and I couldn’t place it.

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Cesar let go of the hug partially. His hand was still on my shoulder. Mine was on his back. Our faces were close. He looked at me with an intensity. I looked back.

“I want us to act on our intimacy.”

He left a pause.

“I loved when we did what we did. In Columbus.”

I smiled.

“Me too.”

He squeezed my shoulder. The way we looked at each other made my cock grow. Neither of us moved or spoke for a good few seconds. Suddenly, Cesar chuckled.

“Before we go, I want you to do everything to me that you want.”

I chuckled. That was fucking hot. 

“Is that OK?”

I realized I hadn’t responded. But I knew I couldn’t speak. I nodded.

We were still looking at each other as Cesar’s face inched closer. I took his face in my hand and pulled him in. We kissed. I was fully erect. Our kiss was more passionate than ever. Cesar’s moans were like music to my ears. They repeated what he had already told me. He was mine to play with.

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“Kneel on the floor”, I said.

Cesar did as he was told. He looked at me with his big brown eyes as I sat on the foot of the bed. I carefully positioned my cock in front of his face and he eagerly opened his mouth wide. He sucked my cock with much more intent than the last time. Like all of a sudden he knew how.

“I love your cock”, he said, when he came up for air.

His blowjob was wet and very effective. I had to make him stop before I came.

“Get on the bed”, I said.

Again, Cesar was fully obedient. He got up. His cock was beautiful. He was hard, just like me. He smiled at me, never taking his eyes off my face.

“On all fours”, I said.

Cesar’s body was a work of art. I caressed it, kissed it. The globes of his ass were the main attraction. I kissed them and wiggled them. I licked his hole and he immediately gasped.

“Fuck yeah”, he whispered.

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I began to eat him out. I knew he loved it. He moaned. He pushed his ass back on my face. The more I licked his hole, the higher the pitch of his moans. The pleasure became so overwhelming that Cesar couldn’t hold himself up. First his chest fell to the bed. His legs began to shake before he was simply laying on his stomach on the bed. I pushed his meaty cheeks apart and continued pleasuring him. I didn’t want to stop. His ass was perfection. Cesar whimpered into the pillow.

“Oh yeah. God, yeah.”

I could tell he was having an orgasm when his hips began to grind into the bed and his exclamation turned Spanish for just a little while. I came up for air. Cesar looked back. His face was flushed and he was catching his breath. I thought he maybe wanted to say something but his breathing was too heavy.

“Turn over”, I finally said.

Cesar did as he was told and rolled onto his back. His cock flopped into my view. It was wet with sticky cum, but still erect. I pulled his legs up by the ankles.

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Cesar looked at me. He smiled with a mixture of excitement and nerves. I knew I was his first. But I also knew he was ready and he trusted me. He bit his lip. I carefully let my cock slide into his wet hole.

“Ohhhh…. Oh my God.”

It took a while for him to adjust, but I could tell from his facial expression to take it slow.

After a while, Cesar really got into it. His boner never went down. It flopped up and down on his stomach with each of my thrusts.

“Your cock feels so good!”

He let his arms fall back over his head and he let me have my way with him. I leaned forward, letting go of his legs. I took his face in my hands and kissed him. His legs folded around my waist. I continued to fuck him.

It had been a long time since I had fucked someone, and it was the first time it was this intimate. Our connection was so strong, and it showed. I didn’t want it to end. We were face to face. Chest to chest. Stomach to stomach with a cock in between.  And cock to hole. I could feel his hot, sweaty skin and he could feel mine.

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Suddenly he was holding on to me, squeezing my arm.

“Fuck man, I… I’m going to cum!”

I saw Cesar’s eyes roll back in pleasure. His breathing sped up, but then it happened. His moans were long and deep. I felt the warm wetness against my stomach. 

His grip on me loosened. His legs fell to the bed. Again, he was catching his breath. It was so hot to have him cum while I was inside of him, I had to cum as well. I shot my load inside of Cesar’s hole. He looked at me with a big smile as I orgasmed, our faces inches apart.

When I was catching my breath, I smiled back.

“You’re so sexy when you cum”, he said.

I chuckled. I kissed him.

“Thank you”, I said. “Thank you for letting me do that.”

“I wanted you to.”

I pulled out of him and laid down next to him. He caressed my body and looked it up and down. My cock was sensitive but he squeezed out a last drop of cum and licked it off his finger.

“You taste good, too.”

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Cesar then rolled toward me. I put my arm around him and pulled him close. I felt so good with him. I was scared to tell him, but I felt like I was in love. As I looked into his eyes, I knew that he knew. It was hard to tell if he felt the same.

“Ross?”

“Yeah?”

“Did you have a crush on me, when we first met?”

I smiled.

“A little bit. When I saw your ass in shorts in Orlando, I thought you were hot.”

He chuckled.

“I thought you were such a beautiful man, immediately. But a crush… when you scored 1-1 against Morocco. I jumped into your arms. I had a full boner.”

I laughed.

“Shut up!”

“No, really!”

We looked at each other in silence a little while longer.

“I really like you, Lewis.”

“I really like you too, Ramirez.”

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The rest of the World Cup qualifiers went smoothly. The US national team won the qualifier and was automatically placed for the World Cup in France. I lost track of the amount of hotel rooms I fucked Cesar in. I lost track of the amount of goals I scored. Our connection on and off the field only got stronger.

US sports media took notice. Cesar’s videos were mentioned, but the story was overshadowed by our success. Cesar and I became the faces of the team, as coverage mainly focused on our goals and interplay.

The qualifier ended in March, with the World Cup starting in June. I visited Cesar in Monterrey. He also visited me in Utrecht. Both times we mainly stayed in bed and fucked. Cesar can’t go out in Monterrey without being recognized. And in Utrecht it was a rainy few days. Either way, after we hadn’t been together for a while, we just loved to have sex, cuddle, and watch a movie together.

FC Utrecht ended 7th in the Dutch league. It was not enough for European club football. I could tell my teammates were disappointed, and so were the fans. Monterrey ended 2nd in the Mexican league and qualified for the final phase after the summer.

And then it was finally time to head to France.

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