Don't You Wish Your Girlfriend Was Hot Like Me?

Caesar kissed him on the lips, ruffling his hair. "Come on then--let's go shower." He pulled Joseph into the showers and turned on the water, pressing him against the wall.

"You ready?"

Joseph did his best not to squirm against the cold touch of the shower wall, which only felt colder as Caesar's warmth pressed against him. He slicked his damp hair out of his face, but the three cowlicks managed to fall back in front of his face anyway.

"Of course," he replied as if he actually were.

It was the moment he had been waiting for. Finally alone with Joseph's stunning body, he felt him up, his hands probing every inch he could reach. He finally settled one hand on his ass and the other on his cock, and began to tease him with his fingers.

"So you liked me in the game, huh?" he asked, chuckling.

Joseph squirmed beneath Caesar's touch, unable to hide how strange it felt for him. He looked away from Caesar, his face red.

"Pfft, no," he replied, rolling his eyes. "I think you're full of yourself," he grumbled, even as he brushed his hands against Caesar's hips.

"Really? Then why congratulate me with your body?" He kissed him again, grinning. "Not that I mind, of course. Someone as gorgeous as you is a much better reward than any trophy."

Joseph scoffed, even as he felt his face burn red.

"You say that to all the pretty girls," he replied.

He snorted. "Yes. Yes I do. Does that make you feel better?" He continued to toy with Joseph. "However...I've only said it to one pretty boy. So there's that, if you want to feel special."

Joseph flushed even redder, pushing Caesar's hands away out of embarrassment.

"Come on, stop treating me like some chick," he insisted. "I'm a man, y'know, I don't care about foreplay or anything stupid like that."

"You mean you're a virgin," he replied. "I'm not an animal. Sex is an art, and the best sex includes foreplay--sex without foreplay is like spaghetti bolognese without minced beef. A cheap imitation, barely worth it in a pinch." He slowly and deliberately ran his tongue up Joseph's neck.

"Besides...I think you're just nervous. Relax and let me do what I do best--that's why you came here, right?"

Joseph shuddered and covered up his neck with his hand.

"I'm not a virgin, just so we're clear," he told him, looking him straight in the eyes. "And let me get this straight too, I'm definitely not nervous, okay? Like, it's just sex, it's not like, a fucking history test or something."

"Oh. So you're the kind of lame guy who stresses about schoolwork?" he asked. "That isn't very cool. No wonder you're a virgin."

"I don't stress about schoolwork!" he snapped defensively. "I just...I'm really smart, you know, just less smart about history, okay? Besides, who are you calling dumb, you're a dumbass quarterback who isn't even good at this," he grumbled angrily.

He smiled.  "I have straight A's, I'll have you know--Lisa Lisa wouldn't allow me to be quarterback if I wasn't doing good in school."  He kissed Joseph's color bone and then his chest, slowly trailing his lips lower on his body.

"The funny thing is, I'm even better at this than I am at school."