We Were Just Two Lads Being Mates, Living Our Lives

I used to go watch Jason play footy for Glenroy. He looked hot in his shorts – nice bum, hairy legs, big bulge, muscular arms in his sleeveless jumper. He was just one of the lads as he hung with his mates… all slapping each other’s arses as they showered.

We all drank beer afterwards and the rest of them talked about girls, as I caught Jason's eye and he'd smile at me momentarily before he join in with the others.

He’d be all hey-ho macho and one of the boys, I used to love it. A tough northern kid.

Then he’d say quietly, Do you want to suck my cock? Then he’d blush. Straight boys (straightish) are hot when they blush.

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 market, or Jason's sisters place, wondering what his mates would have thought if they could have seen him spread legged.

He'd wipe his spoof off the lino on his bedroom floor 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, living our lives.

“Jango you coming to the footy Saturday?” That’s what he called me, I can’t remember why now. I just think he thought it was cute.

“Yeah, sure I am.”

“You coming to watch me play?”

“Yeah, you can count on it.”

“You coming to watch?”

“You kick some goals?”

“I see you in the crowd, you know.”

“Do ya?”

“Yeah, sure I do. Makes me smile.”

“I’ll be looking out for that smile.”

“Keep your eyes peeled.”

“That’s a dumb expression”

“What? Pulling back the skin on your eyes to see me better.” He pulled one fist down on the other. And then smiled.

“Sticking out like Chuppa Chups.”

“Right out of your head.”

“I’ve seen yours stick out like Chuppa Chups.”

Jason tousled my hair and laughed. “Shhh,” he said.