Cesar, Chapter 6

Cesar

The team flew to France together after the training camp in Orlando. The definite selection of 23 players was made. Neither my or Cesar’s position was ever in question. Buckner, ironically, got injured during the training camp. Although I didn’t really get along with him, I wouldn’t wish missing the biggest possible tournament in soccer on any professional player.

Cesar sat next to me. Whenever we made eye contact, the look in his eyes told me everything I needed to know. He looked back to check if the other players in our row were definitely asleep. He took my hand and squeezed it. We were careful not to show affection in front of the rest of the team. But in private, everything had been done. Everything had been said.

I was the first man to fuck Cesar, back in Jamaica. By now he was a proficient bottom.

“I didn’t know sex could be this good”, he once said in Monterrey.

He had just had three orgasms in a row. Once from getting rimmed, once instantly as my cock entered his hole, and then once more after I’d cum inside of him. He was pretty insatiable and I loved that about him.

Cesar

Finally, in Utrecht, we’d said the words. Even though non-verbally, I felt like we both knew. I loved Cesar. And Cesar loved me. Through everything that had happened, we’d grown so close. But because of the homophobic atmosphere in the sport, we knew we had to keep it a secret.

In Orlando, I’m sure our teammates could tell we were even more close than usual. But nobody said anything. It became clear to both me and Cesar our game had improved massively as well. We were very attuned to each other. We knew what the other was thinking, not just off the pitch, but on it as well. We felt more than ready to get to the World Cup.

More than usual, American sports media were interested in the national team. Winning the qualifier with such convincing numbers got their attention. The scandal surrounding Cesar’s photos and videos may have helped here as well.

So as our flight touched down in Paris, we knew American eyes were on us. But for our individual careers, this tournament also meant a lot. Because the entire world was watching. And we were at the top of our game now. We brought the best out of each other. The highest paying clubs in the world had a chance to notice us.

Cesar

Our first match was in Nantes, which was still a 4 and a half hour drive from Paris. The team had our own bus throughout the tournament. The seats were comfortable enough for a nap. In his sleep, Cesar’s head kept falling towards me. It was the kind of accidental intimacy we could get away with in front of the others.

I was glad when we got to the hotel. It was basic, but it would do. It had twin beds, which we pushed together. Cesar and I had a shower, and although it was wonderful to see and feel his body, we were too jetlagged to have sex. We rested from our journey. We had a few intense days of training ahead of us.

Our first match was against Ecuador. The tension was a lot. The stadium was sold out. 35,500 spectators. The crowd was already wild before the match began. The anthems sounded and I took a deep breath. My parents had of course flown out and were planning to follow us around, to whichever stadium this tournament would bring us.

I tried to block out everyone who could possibly be watching. Cesar stood next to me. We locked eyes during the Ecuador anthem.

“You and me, Lewis.”

“You and me, Ramirez.”

Ross

In the 36th minute, I scored the 1-0. I knew exactly where my parents were and I ran to that section of the stadium. Locking eyes with them, almost made me cry. I felt Cesar hug me. He kissed my neck.

“Fuck, that was hot”, he said.

In the second half, I passed a ball to Cesar, and I knew instantly that he knew what to do with it. We had done exactly this so many times during training. But Cesar surprised me. He jumped and the ball landed on his left foot. In one go, the ball flew towards the goal. It barely touched the bottom of the overhead bar and slid into the net beautifully. The precision, the beauty of that goal, I couldn’t wrap my head around it. Knowing it was because of a spontaneous action, made it even more beautiful.

I ran towards Cesar as fast as I could. I hugged him and squeezed his ass in front of tens of thousands of fans. I could tell he was crying.

“That was fucking world class”, I said. “You’re beautiful and I love you.”

In extra time, Cesar scored 3-0. Coach called us his stars. We had to do media interviews. Seeing American reporters get so excited, made me excited as well.

Cesar

When we got back to the hotel, our legs felt so heavy. But the adrenaline hadn’t worn off quite yet. Cesar and I couldn’t stop talking about the match. We tried to sleep, but then when I was spooning Cesar’s ass, I couldn’t stop myself. I slipped my cock in and fucked him. Slowly. Gently. It was fucking hot. Cesar reached back to kiss me. Only once we had both cum, could we fall asleep.

We had another travel day. Followed by training and rest. I couldn’t really see my parents, apart from a videochat every now and then. In Saint-Étienne we faced our toughest competitor in the group stage, Belgium. But I knew we could do it. I felt confident.

Cesar was tackled in the penalty box. I was scared he got injured, but he walked it off. Our team got the penalty. Jenkins scored. 1-0 after 12 minutes. Belgium scored 1-1 before halftime. And it was definitely a tough match. But I never lost hope.

The majority of the 30,000 fans in the stadium were supporting Belgium and they were very close to getting ahead several times. In the second half, the ball just happened to roll my way after a failed Belgian attack. I ran with it. I had three Belgian defenders on me so fast. I couldn’t get past them. I shot the ball into one of their legs and it went over the line. Corner kick for the US.

Cesar

We had practiced this so much. I took my position and with a header I managed to score. 2-1. I screamed so loud, I felt my throat get sore. I had 5 teammates hugging and kissing me in no time. Even the players on the bench ran onto the field to celebrate.

I couldn’t believe it. We were doing this. I had felt confident that we could, but we were actually pulling it off. It was still hard work to keep the Belgians from equalizing, but we managed. The celebrations in the locker room were insane. My goal had ensured our team of the knockout stage.

I was exhausted, but it had all been worth it. Thankfully, the next few days were quite relaxing. Cesar and I just hung around the hotel room naked the following morning. Like we used to when we first started sharing hotel rooms. 

Internationally, the US team was now gaining attention. We had beaten one of the highly regarded European teams. Cesar watched French coverage of our match on the TV. It blew my mind. Our names were mentioned in a French accent. There was a screenshot of one of Cesar’s naked videos as well, with his cock blurred out.

Cesar

I looked at Cesar. It must have been annoying to have this following him around. But he laughed.

“They’re talking about my cock on French TV.”

I laughed with him. I was glad to see it didn’t affect him in a negative way. I was proud of him, his resilience. I loved him so much.

There was another travel day, and then a light training. I was able to meet my parents for lunch in Lens. They were so proud, so excited. It did me good to talk to them.

In Lens, we had our final group stage match against Japan. We already knew we were through, Japan already knew they were out. It was low stakes. We calmly defeated them 4-0. Cesar and I scored one goal each.

In the knockout stage, things got real. We had to face Uruguay in the Last 16. We were in Saint-Denis,  which had the largest stadium in the country. 77,000 people showed up. It was like the first match all over again. I felt the tension and the pressure.

Cesar

The pressure only got worse when I realized I was making unnecessary mistakes. I couldn’t get into the game the way I wanted. Finally, I passed a ball to Cesar in the second half, which I thought would be too high. But Cesar was playing a great match. He was able to jump and land the ball on his foot. He immediately had it under his control, shot, and scored. 

The crowd went wild. Cesar got his butt slapped and squeezed by pretty much every player. It was the only goal of the match. He saved us. We were going to the Quarter Finals. Uruguay were out. The team celebrated in the showers. Most of us naked, hugging and kissing each other. But I only had eyes for Cesar. I knew I had to restrain myself until we got back to the hotel.

We were already kissing before the door fell shut behind us. I pulled his body in. I wanted to feel him as much as I possibly could. My hands roamed around his back before finally squeezing away at his ass. Cesar moaned into my mouth as we continued to kiss.

Cesar

I dropped his athletic pants to the floor. He wasn’t wearing underwear. His cock flopped up, the tip already wet. He kicked off his shoes and pants. I took off his T-shirt and guided him to the bed. I made him get on all fours. He was naked, I was still fully dressed.

I ate his ass. I pulled his cock down between his legs and stroked it. Cesar moaned. His cock was only getting harder and dripped on the duvet. It only took a minute for Cesar to cum all over the bed. He breathed heavily as he looked back at me. He took my face in his hands and kissed me. He now took off my shirt. He held me close and continued to kiss me. His legs were around my waist. He whimpered.

I wasn’t done yet.

I lowered my pants and put my cock inside of Cesar. The whimpers continued in my mouth as we kissed. I gradually entered his hole and by the time my hips touched his thighs, he came a second time. The spurts of cum got so much air and landed on his chest and stomach.

“Ohhhhh I love your cock inside of me so much.”

Cesar

I continued to fuck him. My body was so tired and painful, but my sex drive took over. I felt such love for him. I wanted to pleasure him the best I could. He deserved it. He had overcome so much this last year. And now he was the hero of American soccer.

After a while, I couldn’t hold it in any longer and I came in Cesar’s ass. He pulled me in and kissed me.

“Thanks for that, babe. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

We could barely stand to wash the cum and lube off. We collapsed in bed. I watched Cesar drift off. The matchwinner was in bed with me. Some of my cum still inside of him. If all those soccer fans only knew.

Our Quarter Final opponent was going to be France. The home team. An excellent team regardless. And the supporters were going to be overwhelmingly in their favor. But we had to believe we could beat them.

Cesar

Back to Nantes we went. I realized I’d gone all out and my legs were taking time to recover. I got massages and some physiotherapy to help me along. I had time for a quick hug from Mom and Dad in the lobby before I had to get training again.

When it was matchday, I knew I had to give everything once again. Everything I had. A sold out stadium loudly sang along to the French anthem. Among them, a few American flags. And my parents. I looked next to me again. Cesar smiled at me. I smiled back. My parents and Cesar. I had to do it for them and shut everything else out.

France kicked off the match and I found myself getting the ball in the first minute. Cesar instantly ran. I knew what he wanted, what his plan was. We had done this in training just the other day. I ran across, saw my opening and shot the ball across.

French defense all went towards Cesar as I ran to the other end. Cesar curved the ball so nicely and lined it up just right. As hard as I could, I shot the ball right through the middle. The ball hit the net. I stood still as I watched it roll through the grass. The stadium was more silent than it had been so far.

Cesar

Teammates jumped on me, hugged me, kissed me. I just wanted to hold Cesar. When I finally found him in my arms, I could breathe.

“You and me, Lewis.”

I could not reply. I looked up to where my parents were. They were crying.

We managed to surprise the French team. Which is a world class team. So to think that they wouldn’t retaliate, would be a big mistake. We had to pull out all the stops to stay in front. Unfortunately, they were just a very good team. 

France scored 1-1. The stadium’s reaction was overwhelmingly loud. And then 2-1. Before halftime. Which was soul-crushing. But there was still time.

In the locker room, we knew had to give even more. I felt the exhaustion. I looked at Cesar. He smiled. He squeezed my knee.

“Give it your all now, Lewis. This match is already the most important match in both of our careers. We have to make it as good as we possibly can.”

I put my hand on his and squeezed it.

“You and me.”

Cesar

Cesar scored 2-2. I was the first to celebrate with him. We hugged. He kissed me on the mouth. You can get away with anything when it’s soccer. Only I knew what that kiss meant. We had to keep working to make this even more of a life-changing match.

France scored 3-2. There was still time. But the French were too good. Even our most flawless attempts were stopped. They never stopped attacking, which meant even when we got the ball, after hard work, it was all the way on the other end of the pitch. The French had impressive stamina as well. We kept fighting.

Until the whistle went.

I woke up. I felt rested. At ease. I smiled at the familiar painting on the wall. I was in Utrecht. My apartment. For now. Cesar’s snoring made me turn to my right. He looked so peaceful. I carefully got up. I walked to the kitchen. I tried my best to be quiet as I made coffee and breakfast. I poked my head back into the bedroom with a tray.

Cesar

Cesar had turned on his side, but seemed to be asleep.

“Good morning”, I whispered.

Cesar turned over.

“You made me breakfast?”

He smiled wide. I nodded.

He sat up against the headboard as I put the tray on his lap.

“A sexy naked man bringing me breakfast in bed. My life sure has changed.”

I chuckled. I kissed him. I loved him so much. 

We showered, got dressed and walked through a very sunny Utrecht city center. A few people recognized us and wanted to take a photo.

France ended up not just going to the Semi-Final, but to the Final as well. Where they lost. To Brazil. The US team did better than they had in years, and showed promise for years to come. Cesar and I especially had come into the international spotlight.

Cesar

Both Monterrey and FC Utrecht were in talks over our transfers. During the summer, we knew we would be offered contracts at very well-respected clubs in Europe. We would be closer together for the next season. Possibly even on the same team.

The day after we lost the Quarter Final, I had invited my Mom and Dad to come to the hotel, where they had comforted me. They had been introduced to Cesar as my boyfriend. To this day, they were the only other people who knew.

We passed Café Kalff. The rainbow flag hung proudly over the front door. I took Cesar’s hand.

“Ready?”

“You and me, Lewis.”

“You and me, Ramirez.”

We went in.

THE END