I was finally playing sports! I hadn't even tried since I was a teenager. But now, at my company retreat, I was out on the soccer field with my colleagues. And shockingly, it was not my first time doing it. This was the third retreat I'd attended and I'd stepped up at each one to play. I was motivated.
Look, the first time was rough. After avoiding the ball for much of the game, to much teasing from my friend and colleague Sandra, I finally had to go for it, to get the ball out of my area, which was close to the goal. I ran toward the ball and overshot the target, so when I got there, I had too much momentum. I still tried to kick it, trying to tap into some sense memory from playing as a child, thinking the momentum could push the ball that much further. But my 34 year old body, though in good shape from the gym, perhaps doesn't work like my 11 year old body did. My foot went over instead of under the ball, and once I felt that, I tightened up, inexplicably tried to turn, and fell right onto the ground. "Tony!" I heard Sally scream. I put my head down in embarrassment but then quickly realized I may appear hurt, so I quickly looked up to wave. When I did, Danny from Sales was standing there, leaned forward, and I quickly said I was fine. He stood up and waved to let folks know, leaving me to take a beat before standing up. Danny put his hand on my shoulder and nodded, a silent "you're okay," as folks got back to the game. Then he reached down and brushed some grass off my leg, high up, grazing my ass, now no longer looking at me. I felt a jolt into my crotch at the touch and again reverted to some sense memory, to hide my interest. Danny jogged off right after, and I casually glanced down to make sure my slight arousal wasn't showing too visibly.
Nothing else happened at that game, mostly as I avoided the ball or gave it the lightest kick. Danny gave me a high five at the end of the game but we didn't have a chance to chat as folks went over to drink. In the office the following Monday, he did see me near the break room and said "you all recovered?" When I shook my head in reaction, clearly both embarrassed but also amused, he laughed with an open mouth, his tongue coming out of his mouth a bit. I immediately envisioned my tongue wrestling his back into his mouth. It was a big mouth, with strong lips, a buzzed dark moustache, on an otherwise clean-shaven face. He had that dumb frat boy look, with broad shoulders, a wide stance. I had heard he had a longtime girlfriend who worked in a building nearby, but not for the same company. A colleague named Marian had hit on him at a happy hour one night and he flirted with her, but then, with a hand on her leg (according to her), said "I can only have the one woman, babe." It was a hot rejection. I wondered if Marian thought of it later as she masturbated. God knows I jerked off thinking about what in my head became an actual spanking on the pitch during the game.
Year two: Danny charged me with the ball. It was not as shocking as it might sound. He had told me before the game that he was all riled up, "a lot going on." We ended up on competing teams. He had been shit talking me while one of us guarded the other. "That all you got, Mason?" No one called me by my last name but he made it work. I gave as good as I got. "Sorry, Danny, I know you hate to have that pretty face blocked so thoroughly." He loved that one. Later, he said more quietly that I was cheating when I blocked him, "with all that ass."
So when he got ahold of the ball and went in for the goal, he dribbled it down field and at one point, made direct eye contact. We smiled at each other. I felt like we were gladiators. I had a sense he was going to try to fake me out, pretend to go right but cut left, so as he moved one way, I instinctively went the other and tackled him, dove legs first at the ball to knock it away from him, knowing I'd end up on the ground but hoping I didn't get crushed. The ball rolled away and he started to fall, but it seemed to me he aimed the fall. I went into slight fetal position and he landed on me, his hands gripping me as he did, one on the back of my head and one on my shoulder, his body fell on my side and quickly ended up behind me. I was sure I felt his hard cock slide across my ass as he landed. He then moved his right hand to my hip and gave a quick thrust, confirmed his hard cock, pushing into my ass, before he jumped up. He held his hand out to help me up and I found myself staring at this bulge, which he wasn't even hiding. I then reached for his hand and looked up at him, and he winked.
Later, as everyone opened their beers next to the field, he strutted up to me.
"Hey," he said with a smirk.
"Hey."
"You're a bastard. That tackle was brutal."
"Didn't seem you were that upset out there."
He laughed. "Fuck off."
I laughed and looked down. I didn't know what this guy was doing. He reached up and pushed his floppy dark hair back on his head. His shirt was soaked with sweat and sticking to his body, making his thick arms and bulky chest very obvious.
"Alright alright," he said, walking off.
As I finished my beer and my chat with Sally about the game, avoiding any talk of Danny, I saw him walking away from the group, over to one of a few giant trees in the park. He looked over his shoulder and walked slightly around the tree, mostly out of view. From what I could see of his back, I knew he was taking a piss.
"Don't know if that's allowed here," I said, standing behind him. His stream didn't even slow, suggesting he had heard me approach. Instead, he reached back and found my hand, brought it to his dick.
"Shake me off," he ordered calmly. He was meaty, even when flaccid. I shook his dick and the final drops flew off. I could see he had let out a lot, based on the water on the tree. After shaking him off, I squeezed his large balls, big enough that I had to step forward a bit to fully cup them.
"Fuck, don't do that or we'll definitely get caught," he laughed, moving my hand. "Thanks for the help, though." Another one of those winks. "You need to go?"
"I do, yeah. Why do you think I came over?"
"Then do it. Now," he again ordered, and stood back, watching me. I pulled my dick out, and he quietly uttered his approval, and I immediately began pissing. That beer just hits. I caught him glancing around the tree to make sure no one was noticing two colleagues pissing together. But his gaze quickly returned to me. "Damn, thick stream. Nice piece." He reached down to take my dick from my hand, and I slowed, but then pushed through and started again. "Good man..." he said quietly. He shook me off as I had done him, though no extra ball squeeze for me. Instead, he patted my back and said, "good boy, now I better get back," nodding to the group.
So now the third year retreat, and I'm back on the pitch. Danny and I haven't talked much for the last year. Just nods in the hallway, occasional looks at the few meetings we are both attending (since we work in much different parts of the company). I haven't even seen his thick thighs since last year, since he's always in khakis or similar dress pants at work. Don't get me wrong, I can still get a sense of the muscles, and his ass fills the back up nicely. In fact, I did once see him down the hall, and I know he caught my eye. Then he found a reason to bend over as I got close, with that muscle ass on display. I stared, and then I glanced at his face to see that classic, mischievous grin.
When I showed up at this retreat, on a sweltering day despite, in May, it still being spring, I clocked him in a tank top, the most revealing thing he's worn yet. His arms had only grown, and the hair from his pits looked trimmed. It was sexy to see it on display. He also had some hair on his shoulders visible in the tank, and some chest hair coming out of the top of the neck, a larger neck than his usual t-shirt. Before the game even started, I caught his eye, and he stepped into full view for me, having to move a bit left as a colleague was in the way, and then he lifted his tank top to wipe his sweaty face, showing off his slight belly, almost getting to his chest. It immediately became my goal, to see and ideally get hands on that big chest.
His chest had also grown. The tank top rose at the top as his chest had inflated, standing out. And the fabric was thin, and his nipples were like darts in the front. His entire body was muscley - wide back, ripped legs - but this year, the chest was noticeably different. After he dropped his shirt, he leaned his head back, proud of his teasing, and his right hand came up and rubbed his chest. I instantly got hard, and he noticed, his eyebrows raised slightly, and then nodded, seeming to take in this new information. I tried to keep a neutral face even as I felt exposed. Then I heard my name as Sally called me over to try the potato salad she had brought.
The game began and we were on the same team, so there was no guarding. In fact, we didn't play too close to each other and never had reason to guard, to be together without others on the pitch. I just had to enjoy the view at times, as he got sweatier. At one point, the ball not in play near him - which was rare - he went to scratch his leg, and kept going higher, his shorts going up, and I realized that I never saw underwear. He must have been wearing briefs. I became distracted by the thought, even missing the ball as it flew by me. "Head in the game, Mason!" he called at me, shaking his head.
The game ended, and I felt defeated. I mean, my side lost but that's not why. We had not connected during the game. My phone rang, and I answered, walking away from my colleagues so I could hear, into the parking lot. It was my vet calling to let me know my dog's test results were all good. As I hung up, I turned to see Danny standing there.
"All good?"
"Yeah, my dog's vet, it's all good."
"Phew. I thought something was up. Or you were gonna try to leave."
"Worried I'm sneaking out, Danny? What, without a goodbye kiss?"
"You don't want a kiss, man."
"Oh, you know what I want?"
He reached under his tank top, squeezed the left side of his chest, maintaining eye contact with me. "I think I do, Mason."
I loudly exhaled through my nose, without meaning to. I was trying not to audibly growl.
His other hand reached into the pocket of his gym shorts, and I heard a beep. I looked up to see lights on a RAV4 blink; he had unlocked his doors. Without a word, his hand came out of his shirt and grabbed my hand, and he led me over to it.
He opened the back, and I started to go in and he stopped me, putting his hand on my chest, tapping lightly. Then he climbed in. I started after him and he reached out with his hand on my shoulder, forcing me out of the car. He sat in the back and removed his tank top. His chest hair glistened with sweat, his nipples big enough to show through the dark hair. He sat back, his legs slightly spread, his strong thighs visible as his shorts rode up. He nodded slightly, and pointed to his right nipple.
I climbed into the car, and felt the heat of it, but I didn't care.
"Door," he said as I moved quickly towards him. I stopped and shut the door behind me. "Good boy. Now," he said, and gestured to his right nipple again.
I did my best not to crash into it for fear of falling over, as I had on the ball that first time back on the field. I just wanted it so bad. I took the nip in my mouth and sucked on it, without teeth. He moaned in approval and I kept sucking. I nibbled softly with my teeth, testing what he liked, and he arched his back slightly, his muscles tightening. I felt his hand on the back of my head. I went back to sucking and his hand pushed my head into his chest harder. I reached for his dick and he stopped me, moved my hand away. I'd have to wait.
His hand then forced my head to the other nipple, firmly but gently. I did the same mix of sucking and nibbling. He squirmed. His other hand went to his crotch, which he squeezed form outside his shorts. I glanced down and his sneakers looked huge in the car, occasionally coming off the floor as he squirmed.
I opened my mouth and began giving the nip big licks and a louder moan escaped him, "yeah... Fuck yeah..." he muttered. I went back to sucking and he slapped my face lightly, "oh good boy... Fuck..."
His hand pulled his shorts off, revealing small pink briefs, tight on this strong frame. His thighs looked especially big with the fabric pinching them. He pulling them down and his fat boner flopped out. He had a beer can, a somewhat short, very thick cock, which he began to stroke. I reached for it and he slapped my hand away. "I won't tell you again," he said.
Now he jerked my head toward the other nipple, more forcefully, and pushed my face into his muscular chest. I couldn't even suck at this point, as my sweaty face was just getting rubbed into his chest hair as he stroked. The car was airless. He was moaning now. I suddenly realized we could get caught, but I was too blissed out to care. I wish I could suck his cock but I knew it was not an option.
"Chew it," he ordered, lessening his grip so I could move my mouth to his right nipple. I chewed more than nibbled, really eating at it, with some sharp bites. He got fairly loud in moaning and arched his back more, stroked more strongly.
Then he suddenly grabbed my face and pushed it down towards his lap. I instinctively turned to face his dick and his shot his load right at me, hitting my eyes, my forehead, my nose, my ear with a ton of jizz, he hand holding me in place. I could feel his muscles tensing. "Take it all," he muttered as he came.
He sighed deeply after. I didn't dare touch my own dick, now rock hard and begging for release. He pushed my head out of the way, not rudely but very matter of fact, and pulled his briefs and shorts up, though the briefs were so small that it was a slight, very sexy struggle. He sighed heavily again, then reached under his seat. He pulled out a stained white towel, one he had clearly used for jizz clean up in the past, and looked at it to find the least gross part. He wiped the sweat from his head with that part and used the rest of the towel on his dick, not yet tucked into his briefs. I sat there with his cum all over my face, trying to keep it off his seats. He noticed, said "good boy' with a wink.
He opened his door and hopped out, tossing the towel at me. "Hand me my shirt," he ordered, and looked back at the crowd to make sure no one was around. I tossed his tank top to him, appreciating the air that was now filling the car from the open door, and wiped his cum and all the sweat off my face with this stiff, stained towel. "You done? Let's go." I shoved the towel back under the seat and slid out of the car. My boner was visible in my shorts as I came out, with two spots of precum.
"If you need to take care of that, go do it, man. Can't be having beers like that. Probably safe over there," he said, gesturing to the trees by where we pissed last time.
"You wanna help?"
"Nah, not this time, bud. I gotta get back. Take it easy." With this, he pushed his backdoor closed on his car and hit the fob to lock it. He nodded at me, with a wink, and headed back to the crowd.
I went right to my car to hit up a fuck buddy, feeling a little bit bad because I was probably going to last about two minutes with him. After that, I just needed to shoot my load on a nice chest, maybe right across nips. It wouldn't be Danny's furry thick chest and fat nipples begging for attention, but it would work.
"You around?" I texted, and started my car trusting I'd get a positive response.