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Evolving Feelings - Discovery I	By : Svein Category: +A through F > Bloody Roar Views: 1158 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Much to Kenji's dismay, he still hadn't found any gay friends after a month of getting to know his schoolmates. Even Yumi found herself powerless to help, even though she was rooting for him. There were rumors here and there about this or that guy, but those were very hard to confirm, and he hadn't had much success at approaching his potential targets. They were kind of social outcasts, so Kenji's popularity strategy backfired – they avoided associating him in fear of suffering retribution from those who wanted to capitalize on his popularity. And indeed there were many unsavory people trying to get on Kenji's good side – he suspected those people would quickly turn their envy on anyone apparently vulnerable Kenji decided to favor at this point.
Back home, Kenji was acting as he always had: with little emotion – it was the natural way for him. However, things were different this time. Normally, his feelings would get through to Yugo without any active effort on Kenji's part, but now the boy was making an active effort to actually hide them. If Yugo noticed something, the man didn't say anything. Still, to reduce the risk of giving himself away, Kenji was diligently taking care of his pressing physical need at least twice per day. Afterwards, he would feel like he'd been left wanting, but at least it took care of his libido.
Kenji was drawn away from his brooding by Shougo's voice: "Hey, Ohgami-kun, are you listening?"
The members of the soccer club were presently on a strategy meeting. Their captain sometimes came up with overblown tactics that hinged on too many variables and were unlikely to succeed in real life. This kind of situation reminded Kenji of a few sports anime he'd watched. To be fair, Shougo's ideas had merit, but they would probably require a dream-team to execute, so Kenji couldn't be bothered to make more than a token effort.
"Yeah," was Kenji's half-hearted answer.
"Then what did I just say?"
"You asked me if I were listening," Kenji replied with a straight face. The other team members were holding off their laughter now.
"And before that?" Shougo asked a little irritated. Then Kenji proceeded to quickly surmise the proposed strategy.
"Wow," the blond started, "I thought for sure you were daydreaming."
"That was very perceptive of you," Kenji commented ambiguously. He could be quite a prick sometimes.
Shougo replied to the joke with a smile, even if it was on his expense. "Okay, you've got me now, which was it?"
"I'm sure you'll figure it out eventually," Kenji said in a supportive tone, with just a hint of sarcasm. That was enough to trigger the laughter his teammates had been trying to hold off. Shougo was a little annoyed at first, but, being the easygoing person he was, soon he was laughing with them.
"Ohgami-kun," someone said after things started to quiet down, "I didn't know you could joke!"
"I'm learning," Kenji replied a little embarrassed. He had intended the comment about 'figuring out' to be a sarcastic jab, but something in his tone must have twisted the result. The outcome had been favorable, but the whole situation left him with an awkward feeling. He didn't like to think that his words could be so easily misunderstood, yet he didn't have a choice in the matter.
After the meeting, the team went to the field to practice Shougo's new strategy. As predicted, it didn't turn out very well, and in the end their captain was positively frazzled. After practice, they hit the showers to cool down and wash out the sweat. Kenji, as always, concentrated on himself, but couldn't resist taking a peek at his teammates every now and then. Ever since Kenji realized he liked men, he had become more conscious of the guys around him. He had gone from oblivious to curious in a matter of weeks.
Sometimes, Kenji would mentally compare his teammates with Yugo, but there was simply no comparison – Yugo was a large cut above the norm when it came to physique. He was, very tall and very muscular, with broad chest and shoulders. In fact, he was so different from the typical Japanese male that people often mistook him for a gaijin. There was no comparing his teammates with Yugo, but Kenji could still appreciate the leanness of their bodies and the definition of their muscles. Soccer did have its benefits. Suddenly, he felt a beginning of stiffness on his member and instinctively turned away. Thankfully, no-one seemed to have noticed.
As usual, Kenji was the last to finish. He had always loved water, and the droplets felt simply blissful after hours of hard practice. After drying himself, Kenji wrapped a towel around his waist, got a soft drink from the locker, sat on the bench, leaned and closed his eyes. He loved basking in the afterglow of a hot shower. This time, however, his attention was drawn by the sound of a locker being opened.
Kenji opened his eyes to check who was interrupting his rest, and it turned out to be just Himuro-kun, the goalkeeper. It was not unusual, Himuro was also one to take his sweet time showering and one of the last to leave. This time, however, Kenji noticed something of extreme interest: there was a bulge on Himuro's white towel. After a quick moment of calculation, Kenji decided to try a gamble.
"Hey, Himuro, what's that?" He asked with a smile, subtly pointing toward the other man's waistline.
Himuro blushed a bit. "Oh, it's nothing," he said turning away. Himuro was taller than most and well-built – Kenji wouldn't be surprised to find out he hit the gym too. His jet-dark hair was short-cropped and a bit spiky, and his eyes were also dark.
Kenji decided to press it. "I can't just un-see it, you know. Besides, what am I supposed to do about this now?" He asked, massaging his own cock under the towel. That had been extremely audacious, Kenji was surprised he had managed to pull it so well, although he was just enacting from a doujin he had borrowed from Yumi.
Himuro gulped hard and seemed at a loss, but his pressing bulge gave him away. Kenji eyed it suggestively and gave him another smile. "Come here," he said imperiously.
The goalkeeper obeyed with some reluctance. Now Himuro stood directly in front of Kenji, who unwrapped the towel from his waist and admired the length of the goalkeeper's shaft. It was straight as an arrow and proportional in size to the goalkeeper's height, although Kenji didn't have any real-life references to compare with. However, what most drew Kenji's attention was that Himuro didn't have any hair down there, it was all shaved. It looked so smooth.
Tentatively, Kenji wrapped his left hand around Himuro's length and started stroking it with slow motions. The goalkeeper gulped again and looked around quickly, but they both knew nobody would come in at that time. Relaxing a bit, he started stroking Kenji's dark hair. The boy took this as a queue and used his right hand to feel Himuro's body, starting from the thighs and slowly going up, then finally coming back down and to the goalkeeper's back.
As Kenji's right hand slid over the goalkeeper's ass, he tentatively pulled Himuro closer. Kenji wanted to take everything he could from this experience. Now the goalkeeper's cock was mere inches away from Kenji's face. The boy looked up into Himuro's eyes and asked in a low, solemn tone: "May I?" The goalkeeper nodded timidly, blushing a bit.
Kenji held Himuro's shaft with a hand, drawing back the short cap and tentatively licking the head a few times before taking it inside his mouth. When he did, the goalkeeper closed his eyes and let out a soft moan. Kenji maneuvered his tongue around the head and tried taking the member further in, but the shaft was still dry, making it hard to proceed. Therefore, the boy pulled away and started licking it. After a while, he started getting annoyed – he didn't think it would take so long to coat the whole thing in saliva. The doujins had made it look so easy. Now Himuro was looking at him expectantly, and Kenji judged himself lacking. A bit hastily, he tried to take the whole thing in and gagged. Now he felt utterly pathetic. Failure always made him punish himself inwardly.
Himuro must have realized Kenji was panicking, because he put a hand on his hair and smiled encouragingly. Kenji didn't know it, but this was Himuro's first time too. He had nurtured a secret crush on Kenji ever since the boy entered the soccer club two years before – that's why he always lingered long in the showers, waiting for opportunities to gaze at the boy's strong, wiry body when he wasn't looking. What was happening now was literally a dream come true.
Understanding he was trying too hard, Kenji took a deep breath and started it all over, making a slow sucking motion with his lips, then picking up pace and letting the cock go further in. Finally he had the head sliding back and forth on the back of his mouth, stopping just before hitting the throat. Himuro had closed his eyes and had both hands on Kenji's hair. The boy looked up and basked in the pleasure displayed on the goalkeeper's face. Kenji was now jerking off vigorously, his cock brushing incessantly against the towel that still covered his hips. He had never thought it would feel so good to suck another guy. There was a real danger of him getting addicted to this, even though at this point his jaw was complaining vehemently against this long and stressful use.
Himuro's pre-cum tasted strange, but not unpleasant, and made it even easier for his cock to slide in and out. Unable to hold himself, the goalkeeper started moving his hips in a fucking motion. Kenji responded by drawing back slightly to avoid gagging, and then trying to keep up when Himuro drew his cock back. It took only a few seconds for Kenji to adapt to the goalkeeper's movements. Himuro was now looking at him with a flushed face, his breathing quick and hoarse. He was getting close. A few moments more and the goalkeeper let out a stifled groan. He tried to pull back to avoid cumming inside, but the boy moved forward, grabbed his cock and continued sucking vigorously as the goalkeeper released gush after gush of cum on his mouth, groaning hoarsely. The taste was even stranger than pre-cum – it was bitter and salty at the same time, and very sticky, hard to swallow. Still, it was not all that bad.
When Himuro was finished, Kenji released the shaft, closed his eyes and focused on his own need. He was surprised when Himuro kneeled in front of him and unceremoniously removed the towel.
"You don't need to," Kenji said quickly.
"Please let me," Himuro pleaded solemnly. He didn't even wait for approval before plunging in on Kenji's hard member. The boy gasped with the unexpected pleasure. It was not as immediately intense as the sensation of jerking off, but it was so different: so slick and soft and warm and inviting. Kenji was already close by the time they started, so it didn't take long for him to get to the edge. Whereas Himuro had tried to avoid cumming inside, Kenji wasn't as modest – he firmly held the goalkeeper's head with both hands as Himuro tried to draw back and splashed the goalkeeper's tongue and throat with gush after gush of cum, groaning loudly in the process. The feeling surpassed everything he had imagined.
It was only when Himuro drew back coughing that Kenji realized he had been pretty mean, but even then he couldn't bring himself to say more than an "oh, sorry" that didn't come across as very apologetic. Thankfully, Himuro was more surprised than really disgusted.
"No problem, it's just that this taste is so… weird!" he said between spits. "How did you manage to eat mine so easily?"
"I was curious about the taste. Actually, it wasn't so bad, you know."
"For real?"
"Yeah."
"Oh. Wow." Himuro said with appreciation, suddenly thinking about the possibilities. "Say, wanna do it again sometime?" He asked mischievously.
"Of course!" Kenji replied with a little too much enthusiasm.
The situation turned a bit awkward, as neither knew what to say next, so they put on their clothes individually and made to leave the room. Before reaching the exit, they both stopped and looked at each other, feeling the need to say something. Kenji took the initiative:
"Uhh… say… may I kiss you?" He asked with a bit of shyness.
Himuro gulped and nodded, face reddening. For the goalkeeper, this was a dream come true. As Kenji drew closer, Himuro leaned to match his height, and their lips touched. It was a shy kiss at first, but the passion increased quickly as they got used to the sensation and allowed themselves to explore each other's tongues. It was a first kiss for both of them, so neither knew what to do. They adapted as it went, trying to keep the saliva mostly inside while getting the most contact.
Kenji had always been skeptical of kisses, and this one confirmed his suspicions: there was nothing really that special about it. The physical sensation was just strange, and the taste too. There was no jolt of pleasure or excitement. It wasn't a bad sensation, it was even mildly pleasant… just not the glorified thing society advertised so much. Oh well, it would have to do.
Author's note: The story will continue in my next fic: Discovery II, from Yugo's point of view.
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