It was a hot summer evening, and the local Indian cricket team had just finished their practice match. The players, all sweaty and exhausted, headed to the locker room to freshen up. Among them was the captain, Ravi, a tall and muscular man with piercing black eyes and jet-black hair.
As the other players left the locker room, Ravi noticed one of his teammates, Aamir, a young and handsome man with olive skin and deep brown eyes, lingering behind. Aamir was a new addition to the team, and Ravi had been admiring him from afar for weeks.
Ravi approached Aamir, who was sitting on the bench, looking down at his feet. “Hey, Aamir, you okay?” Ravi asked, sitting down next to him.
Aamir looked up, surprised. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just tired, I guess.”
Ravi smiled, “I know how you feel. Why don’t you let me give you a massage? It’ll help you relax.”
Aamir hesitated for a moment, then nodded. Ravi started massaging Aamir’s shoulders, and soon, Aamir’s head was resting on Ravi’s chest. Ravi could feel Aamir’s heart beating fast, and he knew he had him.
Ravi started kissing Aamir’s neck, and Aamir moaned softly. Ravi’s hands wandered down to Aamir’s chest, pinching his nipples. Aamir gasped, “Ravi, what are you doing?”
“I want you, Aamir. I’ve wanted you for a long time,” Ravi whispered in his ear.
Aamir turned around, and their lips met in a passionate kiss. Ravi’s hands were all over Aamir’s body, and Aamir was responding eagerly.
Ravi started undressing Aamir, and Aamir did the same. Soon, they were both naked, their bodies glistening with sweat.
Ravi pushed Aamir against the lockers and started licking his nipples, teasing them with his tongue. Aamir moaned, “Ravi, please.”
Ravi moved down to Aamir’s cock, taking it in his mouth and sucking it gently. Aamir’s hips bucked, and he moaned louder.
Ravi then turned Aamir around and started fingering his ass, preparing him for penetration. Aamir was panting heavily, his body trembling with anticipation.
Ravi entered Aamir slowly, and Aamir cried out in pleasure. Ravi started fucking him harder, and Aamir begged for more.
Their bodies moved in sync, and their moans filled the locker room. Ravi’s orgasm was building up, and he could feel himself about to cum.
“Aamir, I’m going to cum,” Ravi whispered in his ear.
“Cum inside me, Ravi. I want to feel you,” Aamir replied.
Ravi’s orgasm hit him like a wave, and he filled Aamir’s ass with his cum. Aamir groaned, his body trembling with pleasure.
They collapsed on the bench, their bodies sticky and sweaty. Ravi looked at Aamir, who was smiling at him.
“I’ve wanted that for a long time,” Aamir said, his voice soft.
Ravi smiled, “Me too, Aamir. Me too.”
They got dressed, and as they left the locker room, they knew they would never forget this moment. The memory of their secret encounter would stay with them forever.
