Soccer Rivals
Copyright© 2025 by Golden Ghost Pen
Chapter 2
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 2 - Two straight high school soccer rivals put their own bodies on the table during a shootout on the field. Their competitive fire lights something else in them.
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Ma Consensual Reluctant Gay Fiction School Sports DomSub Humiliation Rough Spanking Analingus First Facial Masturbation Oral Sex Spitting Public Sex
Jack looked to the sideline and saw the ref hold up four fingers, signaling four minutes of stoppage time at the end of the second half. He glanced at the scoreboard reading 2-2.
It was two weeks before Thanksgiving, the state playoffs starting next weekend. They were 7-3-1, worth 22 points in the standings, and jockeying to be the 2 seed in the playoff bracket for a state championship.
Jack tiptoed around near midfield, watching his goalkeeper secure a weak shot and coiling his own energy, waiting to strike for a potential game tying goal.
“4 minutes Jacky...”
Jack turned his head and caught a glimpse of Matt’s blonde hair bobbing above his headband, his locks even longer than usual. He has a loose, cocky smile on his face, and was borderline skipping across the midfield line.
Jack shook his head, again reminded of the last time he’d seen, or even spoken, to the tall captain of his rival school. Back in October, it was a one on one challenge that ended in Jack guzzling Matt’s cum down his throat. That day he’d gone home to hang out with his girlfriend panicking that she’d be able to smell, or god forbid taste, Matt on him.
Matt’s team was 6-0-5, one loss less than Jack’s but sitting with 23 points in the standings from being undefeated and heavy on ties. Their team had far less offensive firepower than one with a dominant attacker like Jack, but Matt was like a glove on opposing teams’ offenses, shutting them down so well that they often struggled to even get the ball cleanly over midfield.
The keeper launched a kick, attempting to put the ball in play on the other side of the field. Jack cursed under his breath knowing it was a recipe for giving up possession immediately. As expected, Jack watched as his teammate waited for the ball to land, only for Matt to cover ground like a cheetah, step in front, and easily head the ball back towards the same zone that it had just left.
Even now, he couldn’t help but stare at his fiercest rival. Matt seemed to leap three feet off the ground, as if he was floating. He never stopped smiling when he played, always light on his feet and positive. His pale and lanky, 6’4”, 18 year old frame left him with a slim little butt, but Jack knew from feeling and tasting it that it was soft and welcoming, easily able to power his agile playing style.
Jack rolled his eyes. His defense held tough and was able to cut off a stretch pass, moving the ball forward quickly. Jack turned to pick up steam towards the opposing goal, careful to stay onside. The clock was at 92:50 so this was likely their only chance to win the game cleanly and earn the 1 seed in the playoffs over Matt’s club - and to give them their first loss of the season.
Jack took a wide approach moving to the left of the keeper and entering the box a few feet from a defender. He gave a quick but subtle raise of his hand to signal for a pass. His teammate wound his leg and hit a perfect cross over four guys from both teams, cutting the possession from the right side to the left side in an instant. Jack gracefully accepted the pass and immediately juked back in the direction that the ball had come from, catching his defender off guard who had committed to moving towards the sideline.
With a clear lane all the way to the goal, he barreled forward. The opposing keeper, panicking with nothing but air separating them, charged out of the goal to try to cut off Jack’s space to strike the net. Jack used his eyes to bait the keeper to his left, opening an easy lane to his right side in the middle of the goal to strike the ball to the far corner. Not wanting to sail a shot, Jack kicked hard and low, a rocket of a ground ball to the far right side of the net. He began to raise his hands to celebrate just as he saw a long figure slide into his frame of vision to barely get a toe on the ball, redirecting it wide of the net just a foot or two before it crossed the line.
Matt stood up panting, placing his hands on his knees, exhausted at the full on sprint he’d just made to save the goal and back up his keeper.
Jack couldn’t move, standing in place even through the following weak corner kick that dribbled to the opposing team, leading to a final whistle and tie. The whole time, Jack simply stared at Matt, in awe of his athletic ability, raw speed, and beauty.
They lined up to shake hands at the end of the game, Matt’s team finishing the regular season 6-0-6 with 24 points and Jack’s at 7-3-2 with 23 points. ‘Good games’ were repeated over and over until the final man in each team’s line met at midfield.
Matt held his hand out to dab up Jack, pulling him into a tight one armed hug and leaning into his ear.
“That was a hell of a shot Jack,” Matt could be cocky but he wasn’t an asshole, and he always respected equal competition.
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