Four Legged Frolics in Surburban Tokyo

Itachi kicked the ball into the net, aiming for a place he knew the goalie couldn't reach. Sure enough, the ball went in, to the cheers of every one wearing a blue jersey that day. Itachi placed his hands on his knees, resting for just a moment before jogging back to the bench.

"Are you okay?" Madara asked, clipboard in hand. Kisame, who had been one of the players watching from the sidelines this time, handed Itachi a cup of water.

"What are you talking about, buchou?" another member of the club asked. "Itachi's as amazing as always."

Madara let it go, but he could tell something was different than normal. Maybe it was imperceptible to the others, but he noticed all those little times that Itachi hesitated for just a moment, or had to stop for a second for seemingly no reason at all. His reverie was broken by a sudden sound, and looked over to see Itachi had, inexplicably, dropped his cup on the ground. Kisame was staring at Itachi, smiling slightly, a hand in his pocket.

Madara narrowed his eyes at the couple. "Can you go back out?"

"Of course," Itachi said, but he took a deep breath before jogging out to the field.

"Red team," Madara called," switch with green."

Kisame and some others ran out as half the team ran back in. Kisame had, Madara noted, gotten even better than he was before. He would definitely put him in as a starter for the next game. . . he had a feeling that Madara and Itachi would work well together on the field. He watched the short practice game, eyes widening when Itachi almost missed a pass. What on earth? But then Itachi was jogging off the field, the other players glancing at him curiously.

"Game's not over, yet," Madara said.

"I've got to take a piss."

Madara raised an eyebrow at the obvious lie. He watched Itachi leave, then looked over to see that Kisame had left the field as well.

"I'm going to see if he's okay," Kisame said, though the grin stretching over his lips belied any worry he should have been feeling.

Kisame ran after Itachi, eager to see what the older boy was up to. A small plastic cube jiggled in his pocket as he ran, and the reminder of it made him lick his lips as he smiled. When he got into the locker room he found Itachi there, a forearm braced against the wall while his other hand was busy somewhere down near his crotch. His shorts were already off, revealing a well-shaped ass, and his jock strap was pushed to the side as he jerked himself off.

"You lasted longer than I thought," Kisame said. He walked up behind Itachi. The white straps of Itachi's jock strap framed his pert butt, an in the middle of those straps was a small plastic nub. Kisame grabbed ahold of it and pulled it out, revealing a long, slim bullet-shaped device. It hummed and throbbed as he pulled it out, and he realized just how strong that "max" setting on the little remote in his pocket really was. The tip of the vibrator finally left Itachi's ass, and with it dripped out a small torrent of liquid. The lube they had used before, no doubt.

"Do you think anyone noticed?" Kisame asked, pulling down his shorts in the front. He pulled his own cock out of his jock strap and shorts, and positioned the tip of it at Itachi's hole.

"Of course not," Itachi replied. "Now hurry up."

Itachi braced himself against the wall as Kisame pushed inward. It always felt so good, being so full. Itachi felt lucky that he could have Kisame's cock inside of him anytime he wanted. Kisame's hands wrapped around his waist, so hard there was sure to be bruises later, as he slid completely in.

"Make it quick," Itachi said, not wanting to miss too much practice. His hand reached back down to tug at himself again.

Kisame was, of course, always more than happy to go along with what Itachi wanted. He grabbed the smaller boy's waist and started thrusting in and out of the boy, his hips moving as quickly and as violently as they could. After awhile he was really slamming into Itachi, but from the noises the other boy was making he didn't seem to mind. Pretty soon he could feel Itachi convulse around him and throw his head back, and Kisame took that as permission to orgasm as well. He thrust all the way into Itachi as he came, spilling his seed as deeply in Itachi as he could.

They stayed locked together as they calmed down, breathing eventually evening out. Kisame pulled himself out of Itachi's ass, looking down to see just a thin trickle of semen and lube run out of Itachi's ass and down his inner thigh.

"That was great," Kisame said. "We should do it in the club room more often."

Itachi was already busy cleaning himself off. While he had enjoyed the sex, this business of skipping practice was leaving him a little more put out than he expected to be. "I'll think about it."

Kisame smiled, picking up the vibrator and throwing it in his pocket with the remote. Maybe they'd try that particular toy out again some other time.