Touch

When normal teenagers want to relieve tension, they watch porn. Incognito mode, Google search and the first link is “xxx videos”. Seungmin had soccer games instead. No, he wasn’t a big fan of Sergio Ramos or anyone else. In fact, he hardly understood anything about soccer. And the videos he relaxed to were not from the professional league. And it hasn’t always been about video. It was enough for him to have photos and cover his eyelids, under which his imagination was already running wild. It was easy to find recordings of their high school soccer club’s games. And photos of the team’s vice-captain were even easier to find. They were all publicly available on the school’s website in the gallery section of the Seongdam High School Athletic Clubs album. His parents had already left at noon to take care of the new house and had promised to be back in the morning, so they decided to spend the night in this apartment. His elder brother had a date with a girl from his class and Seungmin would be home alone until ten o’clock. He had already done his homework for tomorrow, washed the dishes in the kitchen, and cuddled and fed his cat, and he still had at least three and a half hours before his brother returned. Actually, Seungmin hadn’t planned on doing this. He was scrolling through his Facebook feed out of boredom when an update from one of his classmates popped up in a mishmash of news posts, memes, and music store ads. Seungmin had only subscribed to his page because of his soccer teammates. Not surprisingly, Seungmin’s heart stopped for a millisecond and then started beating again with excitement when he opened his classmate’s account and scrolled through the latest photos. Nothing new at first, frankly, Seungmin didn’t discover: blurry selfies, some paired photos with his teammates, and an aesthetic attempt on the soccer field. But when Seungmin got to the last photo, he froze. Him. Vice-captain of the soccer club and leading striker. He has twelve goals on his account for this semester — Seungmin doesn’t know if that's a lot or a little, but he’s still impressed. Seungmin swallows his saliva and sits up on the bed with his legs crossed while he carefully examines the picture. Surprisingly, this is the clearest photo his classmate has posted. Seungmin holds his breath as he stares at the vice captain’s profile, involuntarily sliding his hand down his T-shirt, but pulling it away as he reaches the waistband of his pants. Normal teenagers jerked off to porn hidden behind seven locks in an unmarked folder on their computer or cell phone memory. Seungmin, however, had a folder full of pictures and videos of Lee Jooyeon, the center forward on their high school soccer team. Did he feel shame and guilt? After he moaned and finished in his fist, clutching his t-shirt in his teeth and imagining Jooyeon’s hand instead of his own — maybe. After he’d thought about something vague, but definitely sinful and dirty, when he passed the school stadium and saw a breathy Jooyeon pulling elastic out of his hair after practice and wiping sweat with the hem of his uniform, exposing his lean, tanned stomach — probably. When he woke up in the middle of the night, drenched in sweat and with his heart pounding, he still saw images of Jooyeon that made his face burn and his pants scream in pain — maybe just a little. Does Seungmin feel shame now when he gives up again, holds his breath and puts his hand down his pants? Yes, he does, but self-abuse is something he’ll do later. For now, self-satisfaction is the priority, and he closes his eyes and wraps his hand around his cock. He’s not turned on enough, so his dry palm feels uncomfortable, but he can easily fix that: the pictures of Jooyeon in hidden folders, some downloaded from the internet and some taken by Seungmin himself, appear very quickly in his mind. Some were taken less openly, at the club’s training sessions, when Jooyeon couldn’t really see that he was being photographed, and so on hot days he would unashamedly take off his T-shirt or pour water on him to cool down. Seungmin wasn’t a stalker. Or rather, he convinced himself that he wasn’t, because he actually liked Jooyeon. In an “I-love-you” kind of way, not just as a sexual object to satisfy himself under the covers. Seungmin bites his lips, clenches his fist harder on his cock and thinks about Jooyeon’s hands. Would his palms feel the same? How rough are they? Jooyeon wants to become a professional soccer player, so he spends a lot of time practicing. One day, Seungmin happened to see him in the gym doing squats with a barbell on his shoulders. Seungmin didn’t know what weight it was, he just saw two heavy weights at each end of the bar, but then his eyes stopped on Jooyeon’s shoulders, the muscles flexing under his sweat-drenched skin, and that made his mind completely empty. There was no way to judge Seungmin; he was just a teenager, a little awkward, clumsy and full of raging hormones, and Jooyeon was too sexy for Seungmin to be able to keep himself in his pants. Everything about Jooyeon turned him on: the way he laughed loudly and talked just as loudly even from across the hall; the way he smiled stupidly and failed to make hearts out of his fingers for the camera when someone asked him to; the way he showed an open neck with a clearly defined Adam's apple that was even more obvious when he threw his head back; the way he glared at his opponents on the field with his hard gaze. Seungmin turns over on his back, crosses his legs and runs his hand over his dick so fast that it sounds too loud in the silence of the apartment. His thoughts go back to how Jooyeon’s hands would feel on his body. How Jooyeon would run his palms over Seungmin’s chest, not neglecting his nipples (Seungmin swallows the viscous and stringy saliva at these thoughts and clutches the hem of his t-shirt in his teeth, touching his nipples with his other hand). How Jooyeon’s fingers, rough from constant training, slide down his belly, stopping at his groin, and then squeeze his cock, immediately starting with sharp and quick jerks. Or would Jooyeon be gentle instead? He is a soccer player after all, so his hands could be soft. Seungmin slows down, and now his hand climbs from the base of his cock to the head with all possible care. He slides his thumb along his frenulum, trembles from the sudden pulse of pleasure, rubs the pre-cum on the tip of his head and presses lightly on the hole in his urethra, not able to hold back a moan. When Seungmin did this, he never allowed himself to moan. His maximum were the ragged breaths during an orgasm, but now he was alone, he didn’t have to hold back, so he threw his head back, pressed the back of his head into the pillow and moaned a little louder for the second time. And what if Jooyeon had looked at him with the same intense gaze? Seungmin imagines Jooyeon hovering over him — without his shirt, of course — and staring at him just as intensely. Or if ... Seungmin feels his face light up at the next thought, but he just runs his palm over his cock and pushes his hips towards his hand. If Jooyeon stares at Seungmin with his heavy gaze while fucking into him? Seungmin sobs from the excess of sensation and frowns. His palm is tired from moving up and down his cock, but the release is already coming to his belly with short jerks of pleasure, holding him in lingering anticipation, and Seungmin speeds up his movements. His hand slides over his cock with soft wet sounds, the head, darkened with over-excitement, disappearing into his fist with each such movement, leaving a sticky web of slick grease, and Seungmin gasps. He thinks he could try penetration next time. Would he be able to imagine Jooyeon’s cock instead of his fingers? Would it feel the same? Would Seungmin be able to imagine Jooyeon putting his cock inside him? Thinking about plans for the next masturbation makes his toes tingle. Seungmin comes, cum splattering in his fist. There is a noise in his ears for a few more seconds and he gasps tiredly as he continues to squeeze his cock in his hand while the remains of his cum slowly drip onto his stomach. There is the usual emptiness that comes after an orgasm. Seungmin licks his dry lips and closes his eyes, taking his time to reach for the wet towels. He runs his thumb over his head and picks up the cum. The oversensitivity makes him tremble a little, but Seungmin continues his tired, lazy caresses. The shame of jerking off to Jooyeon again would hit Seungmin after he cleaned up the mess. But for now, he could close his eyes and surrender to the fantasy of Jooyeon’s kisses that were never meant to become reality.