All for the Team

By matt howe

Published on Oct 15, 2021

Gay

This story is completely fictional.

How it all began...

Jordan Henderson, now in his early 20s had made the jump from his boyhood team of Sunderland to Liverpool FC. It was a bold move, but one he thought he had to make for his career. Despite a good start to the 2011/2012 season the team took a dive in the second half. With the new season on the horizon the midfielder had more competition for his spot and rumours were swirling about a transfer to Fulham -- the last thing Henderson wanted. There was tension in the team due to their lack of performance. They weren't gelling, rumours were swirling and people were unhappy. Henderson needed some perspective. Was this move a mistake? What had he done wrong? How could he change that? He figured the best place to go was to the man with the most experience in this team, a Liverpool man through and through.

"Jamie, can I have word" Jordan said timidly approaching Jamie Carragher, the veteran player a decade or so his senior.

"One minute...What is it?!" the thick Liverpudlian accent responded with almost no tone to judge his mood.

Carragher in particular had been edgy the past season. His temper was well known but he seemed to be struggling with something else so Jordan wasn't expecting a great reception.

"Have you heard the transfer rumours? I don't want to leave!" Henderson blurted out not even letting Jamie answer with clear emotion in his voice.

Jamie gave a knowing half smile; he had heard the rumours as everyone had. The defender wasn't a man of many words off the pitch, especially now; he was tired, frustrated at his performance, the team and the inevitable end of his career approaching. He considered waving Jordan off and getting out of there but something about the kid's enthusiasm hooked Jamie.

"Come with me!" He guided Jordan through the corridors of Anfield, "The impression I get is that the higher ups don't think you are a team player!" answering as honestly as possible, he had no energy to temper himself.

"I have put everything I have into this club the last year!" Jordan responded clearly a little annoyed.

"That's the thing Jordan, one of the most important things you can learn in football is that is isn't just about you. It's about the team! What is good for the team!" Jamie responded as the lift rose through the building, "It isn't all about what we do on the pitch. It's about the bond, the team spirit, motivation. That's what separates a good team from a top team"

Jordan paused for a minute. He was young, maybe he had been arrogant and ignorant to the finer aspects of the game. Carragher was definitely the man to talk about Liverpool in particular -- the definition of a one club player.

"What can I do?" Jordan almost begged.

The two men stepped out into the VIP longue completely empty at this time. Ahead of them a fully glass wall lined with tables that looked out over the pitch.

"Look out there!" Carragher motioned at the still lit up pitch, "This club means everything to some people, to me! What is it to you? Just a stepping stone in your career?"

Jordan didn't respond instead taking in the view along with Jamie's words. Was this where he wanted to spend his career? Was he just using the club? Until now he hadn't really thought about it. Now he was being forced to he realised he had been drawn here for reason, he wanted to be here, no, he needed to be here. He resolved himself to that decision, to this club.

"I..I want to stay here! I want to become part of this club, not just a player!"

Jamie smiled at Jordan's youthful enthusiasm "It takes more than words Jordan!"

"Please?! I'll do anything!" Jordan pleaded.

Jamie paused for a minute. He took a seat in one of the prime chairs looking out over his beloved club. He was tired and frustrated rubbing his forehead. His body was weary, always tired now. He wasn't the bright young player he once was, no longer getting the attention he felt he deserved, both at work and at home. This had been building a long time, he knew his time was coming to an end. He just needed something, he didn't realise what, just some sort of release.

"Suck my dick!" Carragher spoke without even thinking the words through.

"W-what!" Henderson stammered almost laughing, the last thing he had expected to hear.

Jamie stopped for a moment, should he laugh this off as a joke?

"I said suck my dick!" His accent becoming thicker with these words and his cock swelling already at the mere thought.

"I'm not gay!"

"This isn't about that! I need this Jordan (and he really needed it). Look, I have no influence over the club, I'm not promising you a position or anything but fucking hell I need to feel something, something for me!"

"Can't you pay someone for that?!"

Jamie laughed "and have it all over the papers, no thanks mate!"

Henderson looked at Jamie seated in front of him, he looked drained, somehow desperate but he could see the clear outline of a cock forming in his tracksuit bottoms. His mind raced for what seemed like eternity but in reality, was only a few seconds. He felt a bond with Jamie in this moment, a bond he hadn't felt with a teammate before. Carragher was being raw and honest coming to Jordan, a junior player of no standing, for help -- and Jordan could help with this. He liked that feeling.

"Nobody finds out!" Jordan asked nervously.

"Not a word!" Jamie smiled, the relief of Jordan's agreement already evident in his demeanour.

Jordan licked his lips nervously; his heart was pounding. Was he really about to do this? He shuffled closer to Carragher, dropping to his knees in front of him. There was a definitely hard cock right in front of him and he didn't have a clue what to do next. Closing his eye, he placed his hand over the bulge prompting a sigh from Jamie -- Jordan was pretty sure the defender hadn't been getting this sort of attention at home for a long time. Henderson couldn't quite believe what was happening but he had his hand on Jamie Carragher's hard cock and he had to admit it felt less weird than he thought it would. He grazed his fingers up and down the material covering the cock tracing the outline of the head, inspecting it like his new toy.

Carragher was clearly keen for more. Jordan wrapped his fingers around the waistband of Jamie's pants and pulled them and his underwear down in one tug. The cock sprung free smacking against Carragher's t-shirt covered stomach. It looked so big to Jordan from this angle, well bigger than his own and he was a decent size, but he had no real comparison. Looking up at Jamie he took hold of the meat, a satisfied smiled immediately creeping across Carragher's face. He watched the defender pull his t-shirt over his head as he enjoyed Jordan's touch. The cock was hot in his hand, it felt different to his own, harder maybe but also spongy, he had never considered how different feeling another man's cock might be. Instinctively his hand ran up and down the length.

"Fuck! That's it, Jordan!" Jamie moaned the tension drifting from his body.

A sly smile crept across Henderson's face - his hand working the length of Carragher's cock just felt...right. Jordan jerked the cock like he would his own, adjusting his technique slightly at every muttering of satisfaction coming from Carragher. Every man knew that nothing could work your cock like your own hand so the younger man tried to take his cue from Jamie's reactions. Henderson was almost lost in the moment, mesmerized at his hand jerking the other man noting the precum leaking and covering the swollen head - he had almost forgotten Jamie's original request. Swallowing hard he then bit his bottom lip at the thought of the cock in his mouth. His mouth filled with saliva; Henderson wanted to taste this cock. The thought had never crossed his mind but now it was all consuming -- suddenly realising that his own dick was dripping in his tented pants.

Henderson hesitantly kissed the head of Jamie's cock, the taste of precum filling his mouth for the first time. The taste was different to how he imagined but it wasn't unpleasant. He parted his lips to let the tip of his tongue graze the smooth skin. He himself liked to be teased so he figured Jamie would too. Flashbacks of the best blow jobs he had received ran through his mind as he put the memories into action. He held out his tongue and slapped the heavy meat against it treating himself like a slut. Jamie seemed to like that. Teasing was fun but both men were anxious for more. Jordan wrapped his hand around Carragher's dick and took the top half of his cock in his mouth, clasping the shaft between his top lip and tongue. He bobbed his head up and down on the length of the dick that he could manage. Keen to impress Henderson forced more into his mouth choking at the extra meat invading his throat. Jamie chuckled and placed a hand on the back of his head -- Jordan loved that feeling for some reason. He learned quickly taking more of the cock each time with his tongue and lips working the shaft and head. It wasn't perfect, he was drippling and slurping all over the meat but the other man seemed to appreciate it. Finally, he managed to take the entirety of Jamie's dick down his throat, chocking around the thick meat much to Jamie's pleasure.

"Can I fuck you?" Carragher moaned desperately now completely consumed with his own gratification.

Jordan hadn't been expecting that. He stopped to look up at the older man, he could see the genuine need for pleasure etched on his face, their eye's locked for a moment. Henderson could only nod in response but his hole twitched the moment he agreed - something he hadn't expected.

Jamie rose immediately pulling Jordan up and pushing him back to pin him to one of the tables overlooking the pitch. He placed a hand either side of the shorter man's neck and forced their lips together tasting himself on Henderson's tongue. Both were breathing heavily into the rough kiss, Jordan instinctively assuming the submissive role, though Jamie's actions were laced with a sense of desperate need. Carragher was soon pulling at the bottom of Jordan's shirt lifting it over his head and throwing it aside. He kissed Jordan again now pushing down his pants till they reach his mid thighs, he could feel Jordan's bare cock now hard against him but barely registered it. Carragher's rough hand were on Jordan's glutes, the perfect size, shape and feel you would expect from a professional sportsman. Henderson was spun with a hand on his back encouraging him to bend over. He placed both hands on the table so his ass stuck out perfectly for Jamie -- Anfield stadium now displayed in front of him. There was a spitting noise and he suddenly felt saliva-soaked fingers rubbing his virgin hole -- touched there for the first time was a feeling he would never forget, so intimate. He heard the noise again feeling the fingers again, this time more pressure as they pushed into him.

"Relax lad!" Jamie ordered as he forced his fingers into Jordan -- he had no time to make this easy on him.

Henderson winced at the fingers invading him. It hurt like hell but he felt a strange determination to take the pain. He realised they were now buried in him to the knuckle, grazing his prostate momentarily as they rutted in and out of him for a few seconds. That was new. Before he had time to process the situation and the new sensations Jamie's cock was pushing into him, now glad he had slicked it up with his mouth.

"Fuck mate you are so tight!" Jamie moaned enjoying the feeling of Jordan's virgin hole wrapped around his cock.

Jordan grunted through pain as Jamie drove into him. There was no stopping the older man now, he started fucking the newly broken in bottom immediately. The midfielder had his eyes closed tightly shut trying to bare the pain of another man's cock tearing his hole up, unable to quite recall how he had ended up in this position. Carragher was pounding into him now, plunging his cock deep inside Henderson. Jamie's hands were all over him, grabbing him at the waist, hips, shoulders, anywhere to help fuck him better.

"Oh fuck, so tight" Jamie mumbled incoherently, "Take my dick you little slut!" those words causing Henderson's cock to throb.

The initial pain finally subsided and Jordan felt his hole relax almost welcoming the cock. Beyond the physical pleasure that Jamie was dealing his prostate there was a different type of satisfaction taking hold of Jordan. He opened his eyes finally to look out over the stadium. The defender was fucking into him like an animal high above that bright green, flood-lit pitch that meant so much to so many. A sharp smack landed on his ass, the top was definitely enjoying himself now. He could tell from Carragher's deep groans and enthusiastic fucking that he was relishing this, that Henderson giving up his hole for Jamie's pleasure was something he appreciated, something he needed. Jordan knew now that his own pleasure was in taking care of someone else, taking care of his team. At that revelation Henderson came. His cock had been pressed into the table and was grinding between it and his body as Jamie used his hole. He hadn't even touched himself but his cum shot across the table, his entire body tensing at the intensity of this particular orgasm. Jamie felt Henderson's hole grip his cock even tighter, too tight to hold out any longer as his ball's emptied into the younger man. The defender's body shuddered with each pump of his cum into Jordan. He hadn't had time to ask for permission but he somehow knew Henderson would have done anything he asked.

"Thank you!" Carragher gasped feeling the last of his cum empty into Jordan, his words completely sincere and laced with gratitude.

Jordan looked up at the pitch. Jamie was slumped over him, cock still inside him, cum starting to leak down his thighs but he knew this is where he belonged. This club was everything to him now and he would do anything for the good of the team.

Thanks for reading, feedback is always welcome at woowoowoo_10@hotmail.com

Next: Chapter 4


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