Yamamoto yearned for him.
Every part of him wanted him. His brain was flooded with images of the Vongola Guardian of the Sun. He lay in bed, hands slowly inching down to his pants. Pulsating heat gathered in a pool at his crotch. He felt a tight contraction forming, causing his cock to slowly grow in centimeters. His fingers removed the rim of his pants, revealing the hunk of muscle and flesh, soaked in precum.
"Haa..." He groaned, mouth gasping for breath.
He imaged the sun guardian grinding against him, his muscles rippling and his adept fingers scissoring him.
He slowly stroked the hunk of flesh, up and down he went, quickening in pace. Images of the Sun guardian licking his member came to his mind and the coil in his crotch tightened even more. He imagined his own hands aiding Ryohei's mouth, pushing and pulling at his member. Soon, his nipples became hard in the cold, midnight air. His left hand crawled up to his nipple and he started caressing it, sending tiny pulses of excitement throughout his body.
"Haa..ahhh…!" His other free hand was stroking his cock at a far quicker pace, causing the coil to build up in intensity, hastening his release, causing his seed to burst all over his stomach, the bed sheets and some on his face.
"Looks like I overdid it again," He thought.
He went to school the next day, as usual.
The monotonous drabble of the teacher going on and on was pretty much unbearable for him. When the lessons ended, he heaved a sigh of relief.
"Yamamoto! Wanna go my house for dinner?" Tsuna offered.
"Nah. I'll pass. I've got something to do." Yamamoto said.
"Stupid baseball idiot." Muttered Gokudera.
"Okay then, if you change your mind, then you're welcome anytime."
He just had to go over to the boxing club. Just this once.
He entered the boxing club, watching the various boxing club members leaving one by one after their practice.
The sweat odour was overpowering, but to him, it smelt more of perfume.
"Mmmm…This smell…"His mind wondered.
He felt his cock harden again.
"Ugh. Didn't expect this to happen."He thought out loud.
"YO! TAKESHI!"
He was startled by the sudden calling of his name.
"R-r-ryohei senpai?!" He stuttered.
"Ugh. That reply is not extreme."
Clearly, he wasn't impressed.
"SO! YOU WANNA QUIT BASEBALL AND JOIN MY BOXING CLUB?"Ryohei inquired.
Yamamoto blushed a bright pink, although not really significant on his tanned face, it was clear that his body was trying to resist control.
"Not really. I wanted to talk to you about something."
"What? Ah..you wanna challenge me to a match?"
There he was again, jumping to conclusions. Yamamoto didn't really like that.
Then, he noticed.
Ryohei was half-naked. Sweat slid down his rugged body. His eyes looked further down.
That pair of skin-tight sweat shorts left him salivating slightly, not enough for Ryohei to notice.
'He couldn't,'He thought.'He just couldn't-'
His thoughts were interrupted when Ryohei threw a pair of boxing gloves and a pair of the same identical sweat shorts at his face.
He silently hoped that his erection wouldn't show through the shorts.
He dodged swiftly, but not enough to dodge Ryohei's barrage of punches.
Man, he was hot-blooded when it came to boxing.
Out of nowhere, he was hit by a solid punch at point-blank range and he fell to the ground.
Ryohei gave him a hand and pulled him up.
"Not bad, for a rookie." He complimented.
"So. What was that you wanna tell me?"
"Nothing."
'Wow. He looks damn sexy.' Yamamoto thought.
Ryohei's body was glistening with sweat, his nipples hard and tanned.
Yamamoto began to fantasize.
Ryohei's voice broke his train of thought.
"Takeshi! Let's go take a shower in the shower room before going home!"
"Sh-shower?" Yamamoto was stunned.
"Yeah. Shower. An extreme shower would be good after an extreme workout!"
Yamamoto grabbed his stuff and rushed into the shower room.
The shower room was furnished with bleach white tiles and lily white walls.
More importantly, there were no cubicles.
"EHHHHH! WHY ARE THERE NO CUBICLES?" Yamamoto was struggling with the fact that he had to shower, naked in the flesh, right in front of Ryohei. And the fact that he was going to see Ryohei in the nude wasn't comforting either.
"OF COURSE THERE'RE NO CUBICLES! WE'RE MEN TO THE EXTREME!THERE'S NOTHING TO WORRY ABOUT!" Ryohei gave him a comforting pat on the back.
Yamamoto hesitated.
Ryohei, already used to stripping in front of his club members, felt no embarrassment as he shed himself of his remaining clothing.
Yamamoto scanned Ryohei's toned body.
His eyes went from Ryohei's face, down to his collarbone; the hard nipples that were making him beg just to suck them, the biceps of his arms, the eight-pack that was tanned and just the best thing Yamamoto could have even wanted to taste. When his eyes, went down, his eyes nearly ran out of their sockets. Ryohei had a roughly measuring 8 inc. member, making Yamamoto hard on the spot.
He wanted to suck it, grab it and caress it so badly, but he had to resist. Ryohei also had a nice tight butt, with completely delicious looking legs.
"What?" Ryohei was intrigued by Yamamoto's stare.
"Oh nothing."
Yamamoto's erection got a lot worser after seeing Ryohei in the nude.
'How do I get out of this situation now?' He thought.
"TAKESHI! ARE YOU GONNA SHOWER OR NOT?!"
"Y-yah."
He stripped himself of his remaining clothes, too, and tried not to look or think too much about Ryohei's hot body.
While he showered, he scanned how Ryohei's hands washed and stroked his own body, making him salivate, and how he scrubbed his pelvic area, and slowly, his cock.
'Man. I'm getting all hard here and I can't find a way to release without he seeing me!'
Yamamoto panicked.
Ryohei, shampooing his hair, turned and asked him, "You don't use shower gels when you shower?"
"I-I do."
Then Ryohei's eyes dropped to Yamamoto's hardened cock.
"O-Oh. You have an erection? What have you been thinking of, anyway?"
'Oh god. He noticed my erection!'
Yamamoto was damn embarrassed.
"Ah. I know a good way to get rid of erections. Masturbation!"
"WHAT?! N-NOO. I CAN'T DO THAT."
Yamamoto was surprised. He couldn't just masturbate in front of Ryohei.
Ryohei, as if knowing what he was thinking, said,"Never mind. My club members are gays. Sometimes I see them masturbating when in the showers with other guys."
'This guy must be crazy .'Yamamoto thought.
"It's okay. You can just masturbate in front of me and I won't bother. Just clean up after you're done."
"If you say so."
Yamamoto squeezed some soap onto his hands and started soaping his hands.
His hands crept down to his cock, and he started stroking it up and down, increasing in speed.
"Haa…aah…" Yamamoto panted.
With Ryohei just beside him, he could get the momentum going even faster as he could imagine the images better.
The coil in his crotch tightened, and with one final stroke, he came vigourously, huffing and puffing.
"Wow. That was some extreme masturbation. I bet I can do better than you."
Ryohei's cock slowly hardened into a hunk of muscle and he placed one hand on his nipple and one on his cock, stroking his nipple and pinching it slightly, huffing and puffing as he went.
His hand quickened, stroking his cock with absurd speed.
"Haaaaa….haaa…AHH!"
Ryohei then came with a larger load than Yamamoto's.
Some even spilt onto Yamamoto.
"See! That's what you call extreme masturbation!"
Yamamoto scooped up some of Ryohei's cum from on his body and slipped it into his mouth before Ryohei could notice.
'Mmmm.' He thought.
That slightly saltish and sweet taste lingered in his mouth.
"Well. We're done showering. TAKESHI! You shall clean the shower room first! I'll go clear up the mess at the lockers and the boxing ring." Ryohei shouted.
"Okay."
Whem Ryohei went to the lockers, Yamamoto used his hands to pick up some of Ryohei's cum and slid it into his mouth.
'Mmmmmm…' The taste was unbearable. He just had to have more of that.
Even more, he wanted it from the source.
END.
There's gonna be a next chapter I'm currently thinking of.
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