Just so you guys know, this story is set in England - so by football I mean soccer and by fit I mean SEXY!
This story is a work of fiction. It contains scenes that involve sex between consenting adult males and if this offends you, or if you are underage, or prohibited by law from viewing such material, leave now.
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THE FOOTBALLER
It was a warm spring evening, and I'd been playing outdoor five-a-side football at the local sports centre, as usual for a Wednesday night. It wasn't anything professional or even serious, just a group of mates (and mates' mates) having a kick-about and a laugh, and getting some exercise in an otherwise lazy week at college, or the office, or the settee. We weren't that good either, well apart from Dan, who was our best player, and also fit as fuck. About five feet eleven, he had beautiful green eyes and light brown hair, which was short at the back and sides but was just long and floppy enough at the front to come down to his eyes. He usually wore a headband to stop his hair from getting in his eyes, and that somehow made him look even sexier. And he had the cutest face you've ever seen, a face you could happily look at all day long. He looked like he should be in a boy band. When he smiled, small dimples would appear in his cheeks, and he would have this sweet, innocent 'Who, me?' look which drove me crazy.
Of course, I'd never told Dan that I fancied him, and none of the guys I played with even knew I was gay. I'd gone to school with two of them, and the rest of the ten were mates and acquaintances stemming from those. I only knew Dan through one of those two, so it wasn't like we were really mates or anything, and we hardly saw each other outside of football, but we got on quite well. We were both easy-going, enjoyed a laugh and shared a similar sense of humour. He lived quite near me, and in an attempt to get closer to him, I'd recently started to ask him for a lift to and from football, which he was happy to give me.
Because we played quite late and all lived quite close to where we played, we didn't bother using the showers at the sports centre, but waited until we got home. I'd always thought this was a shame, as I'd have loved to see Dan naked. On a hot day, he'd occasionally take his top after a game to reveal his gorgeous 19-year old body. And then there was one night a few weeks ago, when we were all warming up before the game, and Dan was sat on the ground with his legs stretched out, touching his toes. As he was wearing particularly baggy shorts that night, I couldn't help but look down them, and when I did I saw, to my surprise, that he wasn't wearing any underwear and caught a brief glimpse of his cock and balls. My heart nearly stopped, and I felt so horny I couldn't concentrate on the game. Ever since that brief glimpse, I'd been aching to see more.
Well, on this warm spring evening, as we were congratulating each other on our performances and saying our goodbyes after the game, I noticed that Dan was looking particularly fine. He was wearing a white collared Umbro T-shirt and black shorts, and with his face glistening with sweat, he was looking damn sexy. Someone talked about needing a shower, and Dan happened to mention that he was going to use the showers at the sports centre tonight because the shower at home was out of order.
My heart started racing. I desperately wanted to see him naked, and this could be my only chance. But how? The trouble was, none of us ever usually used the showers afterwards, and I didn't want it to look suspicious by saying that I was going for a shower aswell. All I knew at this stage was that I couldn't go home with the others.
"Shit, I was going to ask you for a lift home," I said to Dan, loud enough for others to hear. Most of us lived within a half mile radius so I could actually have got a lift with any of them, but I was hoping this wouldn't actually occur to anyone.
"But I don't mind waiting around," I added quickly. "I'll go and have a drink at the bar."
To my enormous relief, Dan agreed, and the group dispersed towards their cars. As Dan and I approached the entrance to the sports centre, a plan started coming together in my head.
"Actually," I said casually. "I could do with a shower myself. Trouble is, I haven't got a towel."
"You could probably borrow one from reception," said Dan helpfully.
Yes! This was what I was hoping he'd say!
But I actually had no idea whether they would have any at reception.
"I'll catch you up," I said to Dan when we got to reception, and as he moved out of earshot, I asked about borrowing a towel, only to be told they didn't have any but that I could buy one from the shop opposite. Well money wasn't going to stand in the way of me and my prize, so I hurried to the shop and bought the cheapest one they had - I only just had enough money on me. I rushed up to the male changing room, praying that I hadn't missed Dan undressing, and to my relief he was sat on the bench, still fully-clothed, sipping from his water bottle. To my greater relief, we were alone.
"Did she give you one?" he asked, meaning the receptionist and the towel.
"Yeah, and a towel aswell." We both laughed. I was pleased to have cracked a joke, as I didn't want him to know that I'd paid for the towel - that would make it look like I was a bit too desperate to have a shower with him.
He offered me his water bottle, and I took a swig. It was probably the closest I was going to get to tasting his saliva or his sweat!
I was getting excited now and my heart was thumping. In just a few moments, short of any hitches, I would be seeing for real what I'd up until now only ever fantasised about. I just hoped I wouldn't be disappointed with what I saw...
We both sat there for a few moments, still getting our breath back after the game.
"What's up with your shower then?" I asked, wanting to make conversation.
"Dunno, it stopped working this morning. Got a plumber coming round first thing tomorrow."
"Right."
I couldn't think of anything else to say, infact I couldn't think of much else apart from what was underneath those shorts of his... and as if he'd read my mind, he stood up and started to undress, first taking off his sweat-drenched T-shirt. I wanted to wait before I started undressing, so I helped myself to another swig from his water bottle, taking my time over it. The now topless Dan sat down again, and started undoing his shoelaces. The fact that he had to look down at them whilst doing this gave me the perfect opportunity to admire his manly shoulders and smooth, bare chest. I wanted to go over and squeeze his nipples. Instead, I started untying my own shoelaces, and by the time I'd done this, Dan had taken his shoes and socks off and was stood up again, ready to relieve himself of his shorts. But first he fumbled with the zip of his bag, evidently trying to get his towel out, and whilst his attention was distracted I looked up to admire his perfect six-pack and the thin trail of hair leading down from his belly button, and disappearing under his shorts.
By the time Dan had found his towel, I had taken my shoes and socks off. By the time he'd taken off his watch and head band and locked them in his locker, I was down to my undies. And then, with almost no warning, Dan reached for the top of his shorts and slid them down to his ankles. As I'd suspected, he didn't have any underwear on, so his cock came straight into view...
Surprisingly it was just as I'd imagined : slightly bigger than average, for its relaxed state, and uncut. His brown pubes were thick and bushy, and there was a generous covering of hair on his bollocks, which were hanging low. My mouth watered as Dan grabbed his towel and walked off to the showers, leaving me to survey his firm and sexy arse. Not wanting to waste time or opportunity, I quickly stepped out of my undies and followed Dan to the showers.
There were six showers all in a line, and not separated into cubicles. Dan was in the first one, presenting me with a full frontal view of his gorgeous body. I hung my newly purchased towel on a rail with Dan's and went to shower in the one next to him. The warm, powerful jets of water felt good against my body, and we chatted idly for a couple of minutes. I made a point of not looking at his dick, not only for fear of being caught, but also to avoid getting a hard-on. However, he then closed his eyes and tilted his head backwards to catch the water on his face, and the temptation to look was too big to resist. I stood and marvelled at the perfect specimen of cock in front of me, imagining stroking it, running my fingers softly through his pubes, massaging his balls, aware all the time that he could open his eyes at any second. But he didn't, and for a full minute I stared at it, jerking him off in my mind.
With a shock I realised that I had a stiffy... not just a semi but a full raging hard-on. Panicking, I turned around so that I was facing away from Dan. I gave my erection a gentle squeeze, and a surge of pleasure swept through me. I'd never had a stronger urge to wank, but I couldn't, not here, I had to get rid of it. I started imagining the unsexiest thoughts I could, like my old headmistress naked, and that wasn't a pretty sight, I can tell you, but my erection showed no sign of subsiding. I was thinking of turning on the cold tap when...
"Can you pass the soap, mate?" I was startled to hear Dan's voice. The soap was in a soap tray just the other side of my shower dial. I could reach it easily but in order to get it to Dan I would be forced to turn around. I didn't know what to do. I couldn't say no but I couldn't give him it either. I didn't know what he'd do if he saw me with a hard-on. If nothing else, it would be fucking embarrassing.
I reached for the bar of soap, and had an unexpected brainwave. I dropped the bar clumsily on the floor, muttered under my breath, and then, without turning around, managed to sidefoot it to Dan. Genius!
"Cheers," he said, like I'd done nothing out of the ordinary.
I must have over-kicked it a bit though, because it ended up on the other side of Dan, and he had to bend down to pick it up. This I definitely could not resist getting an eyeful of, and as he bent down, his beautiful pink arsehole came into view. Another tremble of excitement rushed up and down my body, and my cock twitched eagerly, quite the opposite effect of what I was trying to achieve. He straightened up and I swiftly turned away, giving my hard-on another quick squeeze.
"Pleased to see me then, are ya?" Once again I was startled to hear Dan's voice behind me, and even more startled when it dawned on me what he'd just said.
"What?" I asked nervously.
"Do all boys give you a stiffy in the shower, or is it just me?"
Oh fuck. He must have seen it. I wasn't a fucking genius at all. My face went pink and my heart sank. What was he going to do? I had to try and somehow get out of this.
"Er - no - it's got a mind of its own, this thing," I began. "It just... when you least expect it..."
Dan had moved round and was standing in front of me. There was a wicked glint in his eyes.
"Nice cock," he said with a cheeky grin, and to my shock, he touched it. As I stared at him with my mouth hanging open, he gently started stroking it. Having taken me a few seconds to register what was happening, I reached for Dan's cock which, by now, was semi-erect, and it didn't take me long to get it to full size (about eight and a half inches, I was guessing). I pulled his foreskin back, and as I touched the head, Dan let out a short gasp. I took his cock in my hand and started jerking it slowly; he was doing the same to me. We stood there playing with each other's erections for a few minutes and then, on impulse, I moved my hand away from his cock and put it just behind his waist, pulled him close and put my lips on his. Dan was slightly taken aback by my unexpected gesture, but soon joined in willingly. As our tongues hungrily explored each other's mouths, our erections rubbed excitedly against each other, the jets of warm water from the shower above only adding to the sensation. This felt so good that we carried on for what seemed like hours, but I had other aspirations and finally I broke away from his lips.
"I wanna fuck you," I whispered in his ear.
He looked at me apprehensively. "I've... I've never been fucked before."
"I'll be gentle with you, I promise."
"I dunno." He still looked very undecided.
I realised I was getting caught up in the moment. He didn't want me to fuck him, and I had no right to force him to, or to even expect him to.
"Alright mate, maybe next time, yeah?" And I planted a gentle kiss on his lips to show him I wasn't going to hold it against him. He took the opportunity to stick his tongue back in my mouth and engage in another full-blown Frenchie.
Then he broke off and whispered, "OK".
"What?" I said, not knowing what he meant.
"Fuck me."
I was thrilled by this but at the same time a bit worried that I'd coaxed him into agreeing to it.
"We don't have to. I mean, not if you don't want me to."
"No, I want you to."
"You sure?"
"Fuckin' yeah!"
I didn't need any more re-assurance. He wanted me inside him, and I wanted to be inside him. My heart was hammering, and I was dying to fuck him. But I wanted him to enjoy it as much as me, so I was going to do it properly, and I was going to keep my promise about being gentle. I remembered my first time and how much it had hurt, and I was going to do everything I could to make Dan's first time more enjoyable than that.
"I'm gonna lube you first with some soap, yeah?"
"OK," he nodded, in the same way as a brave little kid who was about to have his first vaccination.
Each of the shower dials was attached to a shower head by a long pole, which went up the wall, and I got Dan to face the wall in between the two showers and grab a pole with each hand, bent over and with his legs spread. I rubbed some soap on my hands and gently pressed against his virgin hole with my finger. Dan gasped at the sensation. I slid my finger in half-way and gently rubbed it around. I took my time and, having applied more soap, I was soon fucking him with two fingers in all the way. At the same time, I started massaging his balls from behind, which took Dan by surprise. I applied yet more soap, and cautiously put three fingers up his arsehole, and it proved easier than I thought it would. I wriggled them around and moved them in and out, to an assortment of sounds from Dan. Wanting to make sure his butt was ready for me, I continued this for a few minutes.
"What if someone comes in?" he asked suddenly.
"They can watch," I said, and Dan laughed. I was so up for this I genuinely didn't care if anyone came in.
"Are you ready for me?" I asked finally.
"Slip it in, big boy," came the eager response.
I rubbed some more lather on to the end of my dick, took a deep breath and went for it. I put just the head in at first, and moved it around a bit, to let his ring get accustomed to it. With my hands on his waist, I slowly and gradually moved in deeper and deeper, until it was half-way in. His tight hole felt incredible as it gripped my cock hard. I pulled out and then went half-way in again. Then finally I went in all the way and Dan let out a sound which was half way between pain and pleasure. I withdrew and then went in again, then in and out again.
"You alright?" I asked.
"Yeah," he gasped, not sounding thoroughly convincing. "It feels good," he added, sounding more convincing this time.
Soon I was thrusting in and out rhythmically, and the sound of my balls slapping against Dan's arse cheeks was complemented by his moaning and groaning.
"Yeah... yeah... oh yeah... ohhhhhh... ahhhhhh... yeah..."
I could still hear the pain in his voice, but there was no doubt he was enjoying it too. And he wasn't the only one. This was definitely the tightest hole I'd ever fucked, and the sensation was amazing, more intense and pleasurable than any fuck I'd had before. If someone had told me an hour ago that tonight I'd be having my wicked way with Dan, I'd have laughed at them. But here I was, deep inside him and making him moan with pain and pleasure.
I moved my right hand from his waist round to run my fingers through his pubes and found that his cock was still hard. I started jerking him off in rhythm to my fucking, and pleasuring him from both front and behind intensified his moaning. And then...
"I'm coming, I'm coming!" he screamed, and sure enough, moments later, the wall in front of him was being sprayed by spurt after spurt of his thick, creamy man-juice. I put my hand in front of his cock to catch some of it and when I had enough, I rubbed my hand over his chest and stomach, smearing him in his own cum.
This turned me on so much that I began to feel the beginnings of my own orgasm. I returned my full attention to Dan's arse, and fucked him harder and faster than before, making him scream with the unrelenting mix of pain and pleasure I was still giving him. His grip on the shower poles visibly tightened, as did his arse muscles. And then I erupted, deep inside him, flooding his arsehole with my jizz, and sighing with pleasure as I came.
When I'd finished shooting my load, I withdrew my softening dick from his arse and Dan turned around, both of us still getting our breath back.
"How was that?" I asked him, as I rubbed his still cum-covered chest, and played with his nipples.
"Fuckin' hurt", he admitted. "But I loved every second."
"So did I, mate. You were fuckin' amazing."
"Come on, we'd better get going, it's late."
He stood under the running shower, and washed the cum off his chest and stomach, then we dried off and walked back to the lockers. I noticed Dan seemed to be walking a little uncomfortably, which was to be expected after the first time he'd been fucked. We got dressed silently and walked back downstairs, where the manager was getting ready to lock up.
We weren't feeling the need to say much to each other as we got into Dan's car and drove the short journey back to my place. I asked him if he was alright, and he said he was. When we stopped outside my house, Dan glanced around nervously, as if to make sure no-one was around. I slid my tongue into his mouth, and we had a brief kiss, but he broke away after a couple of seconds.
"I best get going," he said, with a weak smile. And then added, "Thanks for tonight."
"No problem. See you around, yeah?" I said, trying to act cool.
"Yeah, seeya."
I got out and closed the door, then watched him drive away. This had been one of the best nights of my life, and hopefully there would be many more like this to come.
I hadn't scored at football tonight but I had scored with Dan, and to me that was worth a hundred goals on the pitch.
If you enjoyed this story and would like to me continue it, please let me know at blueboy3649@hotmail.com. I've got a few ideas for a sequel and if there's enough response, I'll write one.