A Man's Game
Smashwords Edition
Copyright 2012 by Toby Graham
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This following is a work of fiction. Names, places, business, characters and incidents are the product of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, actual events or locales is coincidental.
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A Man's Game
The thing Tyler and Jack loved about racquetball was it gave them the opportunity to have fun and work up a sweat doing something outside of the bedroom. Better yet, since it involved being locked into a secluded room together for an extended period of time, it allowed them to be more open with one another than they could typically be.
They took full advantage of that freedom, both of them playing without shirts, Tyler's lithe, tanned and toned figure flexing with every swing at the ball, sweat flying off of him with every major exertion. If Jack had to really put a finger on it – and he often did – he would say his favorite part of Tyler's body was definitely the abs. There was something flawless about them, something exquisite. Perfectly symmetrical with unrivaled definition, they'd twist and bend as Tyler would reach to make shots and Jack would often catch himself just staring, marveling at this specimen he considered himself lucky to be with.
In fact, getting caught staring would often cost Jack several points a match, and Tyler loved to take advantage of it. He'd go out of his way to reach for certain shots, or take other shots in ways he'd never think to otherwise, just to put himself in more compromising or exposing positions and get Jack riled up. More than once he had Jack trying to compete with a full erection. Those occasions were his favorite, because they meant two things: One, he had definitely won the racquetball game; and two, he was sure to pay for his transgressions later.
Tyler did his fair share of staring as well, though, because Jack's build was something more muscular and powerful. His strong chest branched out into two thick, brawny arms that Tyler couldn't help but get lost in, picturing himself being held, imagining them coiling around his body at night and providing that warmth he held so dear.
Between the way the two of them admired each other's bodies, the nature of the secluded court and the fact that by the end of everything they'd end up out of breath and sweaty, these racquetball excursions would normally end with both of them more than a little hot and bothered. Today was no exception.
“Good game out there,” Jack said, reaching for his water bottle on the floor against the wall. “You're definitely getting better; I feel like I never should've taught you everything I know.”
Tyler smiled. “I seem to recall us taking this up at the same time.”
“Well, yeah, but I took to it like a duck to water,” Jack said, smiling back. “You took to it like something that doesn't float as well as a duck.”
The two shared a laugh, and Jack handed the water bottle to Tyler. Tyler drank from it, eager and thirsty. Jack watched him, his lips supple around the water bottle's neck. There was nothing about the man that Jack didn't find endlessly alluring, and he wasn't ever afraid to let his lover know it. He had done seemingly everything one man could do with another man, carnally speaking, and yet every single time they went about it it felt like something new, something neither had experienced before. The connection their shared was something they knew some people looked their entire lives for, and each night, when lost in each other's bodies and running their hands over parts they'd run their hands over thousands of times, they were thankful to have one another.
Tyler looked down at the water bottle in his hand. He took a small sip from it, then spilled some over his head, trying to cool off.
“Hey now!” Jack said, reaching for the bottle. Tyler held it aloft and behind him, keeping it out of Jack's reach. “Come on, that's supposed to be for both of us and you're busy dumping it all over yourself.”
“I'm hot,” Tyler said, simply.
“Mmm, I'll say,” Jack said, unable to resist the joke. He sidled up to Tyler, their chests meeting, hard nipples rubbing up against one another's hard bodies and leaving both of them breathing a little deeper. Jack scratched Tyler's back ever so slightly, leaving faint red trails across the canvas of muscle. Tyler gasped, closing his eyes.
“Tell you what,” Jack said, leaning in to plant a subtle kiss on Tyler's neck, then nibbling on his ear. “First to five points has to get rid of his shorts and play the next five points naked.”
Tyler moaned his approval. “What happens after those five points?”
“We'll keep our options open,” Jack whispered into Tyler's ear. He pulled back, revealing that his eyes were saying everything his mouth wasn't. Tyler planted one firm, loving kiss directly onto Jack's lips, then turned to grab his racquet. He was quite visibly aroused.
“Well then,” he said with a smile, “looks like it's game on.”
The five-point game went back and forth for a bit, but soon it was pretty obvious to Jack that Tyler was not trying as hard as he could be. He was not the dominant one in the relationship, after all, and if given the choice between being the one who gets to ogle the one without pants and being the one who's getting ogled, he was always more than happy to take on the latter role. It was one of the things Jack appreciated about him, and it certainly did not go unnoticed on this day. After Jack scored the winning point, Tyler dropped his racquet. It had barely hit the ground before he dropped his shorts as well. There was nothing on under them, and so the chiseled, muscular 'v' right above Tyler's crotch led straight down to a smooth, shaved cock growing stiffer by the second at the idea that it was being viewed.