Part fifteen: The American
The so-called afternoon training session was wearing into the evening. The sun was down and the floodlights were up, and Steve Bruce was working the Newcastle lads hard after their disastrous night in Manchester. An absolute thrashing for the unlucky Northern team, and spirits had been low all the way back and all today. The intense Christmas period, three games this week, was weighing heavy on them all.
Paul Dummett hadn't even made the pitch last night, one of the manager's tactical rests, but even he was exhausted by it all. And obviously the Boxing Day trip had been one of real stress for him anyway. As he did his best to keep up with the harsh fitness and skills tasks this afternoon, it was hard not to frequently gaze across the floodlit field to watch his big mate Andy Carroll in action. It had all been strange, but for Paul, quite exciting.
He tried to put that out of his head: Andy's sex life was, ultimately, none of his business, and the funny business with that toy, well... It had all gone a bit wrong, but it was hardly Dummett's fault, and Andy certainly didn't seem to be treating it that way. The Geordie striker had been nothing but grateful to him over it all, appreciating his help, even if it had led to... well, the tall lad sitting with a stonking boner for most of the coach trip. Poor guy!
So now Paul really just had to put it out his head: a funny episode with a good mate, one they'd probably laugh casually about when the memories weren't QUITE so fresh. The memories, in particular, of basically fingering his mate a bit to get that toy in: why the fuck had he gone that far? Sure, he'd felt excited and curious, but... God, he told himself, you really need to chill out. Get a new girlfriend and stop... stop... He couldn't even think it clearly. Stop crushing on your best mate, his inner voice snapped at him, as he plodded his way through a quick drill and earned an earful of abuse from one of the minor coaches.
Eventually, it was over. It had really ran on, but the game was late afternoon tomorrow, and the team strategy was clear. They all needed to be in tiptop form for tomorrow. No more humiliation after Manchester United.
As a result of the late finish, most lads weren't even bothering changing at the training ground. Within minutes of a shout from Steve Bruce that it was over for the day, half of them were already swarming towards the car park. Paul agreed with the sentiment but needed to go inside for a piss. Partly out of friendly habit, and partly because yesterday was on his mind, he looked about for Andy, whose height made him hard to miss, but likely he'd already hurried off to make up time with his wife and his kids.
Dummett disappeared to the loos, had a slash, drifted back out, and paused to fill up his water bottle outside the changing rooms. Bending over in his tight-fitting NUFC training kit, he filled up his aluminium bottle, and then noticed another black-and-white clad figure leaning on the corner, watching him.
Oh, hey, Yedders,' he called in a surprised but friendly voice. That was a tough session, hey?'
It was,' agreed DeAndre Yedlin, his Seattle-born teammate, drifting over, hands in pockets. Real hard work. But we got even more work to do tomorrow, bro.'
Paul nodded his agreement with what he hoped was a determined look, and flashed Yedlin a smile. It was a bit odd that the American lad was hanging about watching him, but Yedlin was kinda odd. Well, he was American, so there was that, but he was always a tiny bit detached from the other guys, a bit lost in his own world. Paul had always assumed it was homesickness: it made him feel bad, since lads like he and Andy were so settled here.
Dummett screwed the lid to his bottle and watched in slight surprise as the other player approached him a bit. His fellow defender was a good measure shorter at 5'8, but well built and his comprehensive tattooing was always a tiny bit intimidating to Dummett, who could not help but let his eyes follow the body art around Yedlin's neck.
`Can we have a chat?' DeAndre asked a bit more quietly, a strange smile playing on his lips. He was a handsome guy, his good looks framed bv the intricate ink and his neatly braided hair.
`Er, sure,' Paul replied quickly, though he was finding this quite odd.
Yedlin kept up the smile but looked about, a little suspiciously, to confirm they were alone. It's just about yesterday, on the coach,' he said in what sounded like a meaningful tone, though Paul was struggling for the meaning. That remote,' the American added pointedly.
`Oh – yeh...'
`What was it for?' DeAndre asked in a strangely sharp tone.
Paul looked at him anxiously, having really hoped that debacle wouldn't raise any more questions. `Oh just for a wireless speaker thing of mine, you know – Bluetooth or whatever – and I'd just...'
Buddy,' DeAndre said in an even lower voice. I recognised the brand on it.' He gave Paul a very intense, piercing look, and took a step closer. There were footsteps in the corridor, Shelvey and the Longstaff brothers marching by and interrupting with their chatter. Paul and DeAndre's eyes met awkwardly, and Paul struggled for what to say. What even was the brand name on that thing again? He couldn't remember, but he knew he was under the spotlight here. He was already sweaty under his branded tracksuit of training gear, but fresh beads prickled his brow and neck at the sudden pressure.
And then, Relax,' Yedlin hissed at him, and laid a hand on his arm. I'm just shocked you're into that shit too, buddy...' His strange grin broke into a broader smile. `Were you seriously using that toy on a coach out to an away game...?'
Of course, there was an easy option here, Paul thought. He could land Andy in it, and make it pretty clear that the remote had nothing to do with him. He'd only embarrassed himself and opened up this conversation by claiming it in Carroll's defence, saving the big man from the anal excitement of that stupid little thing up his jacksie... But Paul was not gonna do that. Loyalty was at his heart, and to a guy as good and trustworthy as Andy, he was not going to expose him!
By mistake,' he replied vaguely. I would never...'
That is SO filthy,' Yedlin said, but it was an admiring giggle, not a judgemental or scathing remark. The short guy's hand was still on Paul's arm, and he gave it a squeeze. Would NOT have had you down as such a freak, Dummo... yikes.'
Paul was blushing despite the relief. I'm no freak,' he said, forcing a laugh, I just...' He groped about for words and an exit to this conversation, though the American looked excited to be discussing it. It was my first time,' he said lamely. I didn't kna what I was doin'...'
Yedlin nodded slowly. `Bro, this is gonna sound weird, but – you wanna come hang out for a bit? I've got some cool stuff you can borrow if... you're into that.'
Paul's eyes bulged. What the fuck? He thought for a moment DeAndre must be joking, but the Seattle lad looked serious and intensely excited. Again, there was an easy out, he could deflect this quite lightly by dumping the truth on Carroll: after all, he'd never even had the silly toy up his hole, had he? But...
If you're offended, tell me to fuck off,' Yedlin said quickly, sensing his reaction, and patting his bicep a bit. But seriously... if you wanna pop over for a bit now, my apartment isn't far, I can just... show you something more beginner level, no erm, remote controls involved!' Another slightly tentative but leering chuckle.
Yeah, sure,' Dummet found himself mumbling through strained laughter, shaking himself. Why not?' Well, there were about a hundred fucking reasons why not, but... This could be fun.
Yedlin was right about his apartment. He was in an expensive block walking distance from the training ground, with great views of Newcastle. As he'd quietly explained on the short walk over, his agents had bought it on his behalf before he'd even moved here, but he'd struck lucky with it, and it had been a great base for a newbie in the Toon over the past few years. The two lads were stood out on its chilly balcony now, looking back at the dim form of the training ground, and beyond it, the mighty skyline presence of St James that really overlooked the city.
I'm so glad you came up,' DeAndre said, in a louder, more confident voice. It's not often you meet other lads who are into ass-play, you know?'
Paul blinked and looked at him. What a weird mess Andy had got him into here! Aye,' he said uncertainly. Arse-play.' The only arse he'd played with, of course, was Andy's. He really needed to stop dwelling on that moment.
You know,' continued DeAndre casually, I am so not... you know, queer, or whatever. I fucking LOVE the pussy. For sure. But years ago, a chick I was with, she suggested some stuff, and – whoa boy.' He slapped Paul on the back and burst out laughing, a manly hoot. `But hell, you know what I mean, right?'
Kinda,' Paul said vaguely. I'm really... I mean, I was just experimenting, so...' He needed to elaborate, to build his lie here. `A girl I've been seeing got me that thing for Christmas. I was freaked out, but...'
But you kinda liked it?' Yedlin chipped in with a cheeky smile. Okay, okay, come with me.'
Back inside, thank god, out of the North East wind, into the spacious open-plan apartment, liberally adorned with abstract art and photography of DeAndre's hometown. The short muscular 26-year-old led him through the flat and the double-doors into the big master bedroom. There was definitely something sleezy about it: the red-tinted lamps, the faux fur throws sprawled over the king-size bed, and... More than any of that, the small corner cupboard Yedlin had just opened. Fucking hell.
Paul was not totally naïve or oblivious, but his sex life had previously been... vanilla, in summary. The stupid remote-controlled device he had helped Andy with had been something of a revelation to him. But here in his teammate's bedroom closet were an array of different devices. Different shapes, sizes, colours. Most were more or less what Paul would sum up as `dildos' if pushed for a word, but there were a couple he really couldn't guess at. His face must have spoken loudly of his innocence here, as Yedlin burst into more laughter.
`Dude, I can trust you with this secret, huh?' DeAndre said confidently.
Aye, of course,' Paul answered swiftly, thumbing the zip of his top uncomfortably. Fucking hell, mate. Quite a collection here.'
Sure, sure,' Yedlin agreed. He leant in and blocked Paul's view for a moment, then turned around, with a slender rubbery pink thing in his fingers. This is a good beginner vibrator, bro, you should be experimenting with this, not some remote-controlled madness that can go wrong! Here, have it. Oh don't look at me like that, I fucking clean stuff.'
Hygiene had NOT been the panic rushing through Paul's mind in that moment, but it was now. He took the toy and stared at it. `Look, mate... I appreciate this, I really do, like, but...'
Come on,' Yedlin purred at him. I can tell how curious you are.'
Was there any way of denying that? He could think of little else but this mad new angle on sex, or at least... Andy's experience of it. Was he a wee bit jealous? Perhaps. Did he want to try shoving things up his...? Erm...
I'm sorry, I'm freaking you out!' Yedlin said softly. I just thought...' He sighed. `I thought I could help you out, is all. But seriously, forget it, and...'
No, no,' Paul mumbled thickly, I... I do appreciate it. I'm just... I dunno. Nervous.'
`Of course you are, dude! But relax. And you were messing with way kinkier stuff. Look, bro – if you're that nervous, just try it out here. I don't give a fuck.'
`What?'
Yeah, why not? Heck, I'm sure we could both do with shooting a load, fuck the sex ban,' DeAndre laughed. Relieve some of that ridiculous pressure we're on after the other lads fucked up against United, hey?'
Now that did sound good. Was Andy relieving that pressure by banging his Billi tonight? What had he told her about the toy, and its impact...? Fuck – stop thinking about him! Paul rubbed his forehead irritably, feeling stressed out by everything, but most of all himself.
I can put some porn on,' Yedlin suggested, nodding at the big plasma tv on the other wall, facing the furry sprawl of his bedding. What do you say? I will NOT be offended if you tell me to do one, and disappear out that door right now, hah!'
Paul just laughed back, and rubbed his face again. Fucking hell,' he let out in an overwhelmed chuckle, then nodded his head. Yeah... I mean... that does sound good, pal.'
Sure it does!' the American whooped eagerly. Just make yourself at home, dude. Neither of us is shy. We got nothing to hide, hah.' And with that, DeAndre busied himself with putting down the blinds on the big windows with their impressive view, though Paul found himself momentarily considering the internal view more: the way Yedlin's training shirt hugged his well-muscled back, the curve of his strong behind in the tracky bottoms. Just how many tats did the bloke have under those clothes, anyway? And then Yedlin was popping on to the TV and sliding the shuttered double doors to, so the room felt suddenly more enclosed and intimate.
Speaking of intimacy, off came Yedlin's shirt in one smooth tug, tossed onto a stool at the foot of the bed. He really was quite ripped under there, so densely muscled for his height, and almost every inch of it decorated in tattoo. Paul tugged down the zip on his tracksuit top and began removing his top self-consciously.
What kinda porn?' DeAndre asked, flopping into a comfortable lean at the bottom of the bed, and pointing a remote at the TV. Hey, don't panic,' he joked with a wink, `this remote is not connected to any of these toys... hehe.'
Paul cringed more than laughed at this, but he was feeling a welling excitement at it all. At the front of his thoughts was one thing: he wanted to know what big Andy had felt when he'd pressed that button in the changing rooms. He pictured the look on Carroll's handsome face, the shake of his lofty frame. It must have been so intense.
Yedlin's training pants were off now, and he strolled across the room past Paul in just his tight white boxer briefs and white trainer socks, contrasted against the pale brown of his glossy, toned limbs and torso, laced with darker ink. Here,' he said, taking a tube of something from one of the half-hidden shelves, we'll be needing this lube. Come on mate, get comfy.'
Paul drifted to the bed, shivering a bit despite the warmth, and dropping his own identical close-fitting NUFC training trackies just before sliding his bare, hairy legs onto the soft faux fur covers of the bed, entering Yedlin's sleazy nest. He was only in tight black briefs underneath, which felt very exposing, although... obviously not as exposing as what they were about to engage in. Fucking hell, was this some weird trippy dream? On the screen, Yedlin had selected some really hot porno: a big muscular jock bloke was making out with and fingering a hot cheerleader.
She is loving that fingering!' announced DeAndre, crashing down onto the bed beside him in an agile leap, rolling socks off his big feet. But why should girls get all that fun? That's what I say, haha. I know a lotta guys wouldn't get it, bro, but...'
`You really cool with me doing it here?' Dummett asked in an urgent whisper.
Of course,' he insisted. I wouldn't have fucking suggested it otherwise, would I? Are you cool with it, dude?' Yedlin eyed him cautiously, clearly wondering if he'd misread things, gone too far, was about to be outed as some vague pervert to all the Brits on the team. Paul just nodded, a bit too eagerly, and looked down at the rubbery pink toy resting on the bedding beside him. Well, this was definitely happening.
And then he noticed the bigger, more flesh-toned piece Yedlin was wielding, had removed from the cupboard. `Oh, don't worry about Richard here... I'm a bit more experienced than you are, buddy.'
`You can say that again,' Dummett murmured.
`Come on, dude. Just relax, get into it. I'm gonna enjoy myself.' And he looked keen to do that, pulling some pillows up behind his head and shoulders and stretching on his back, dildo in one hand, the other slowly fondling his package. Paul imitated, grabbing at another fluffy pillow, wriggling into parallel position, and trying to rub some life into his surprisingly unresponsive crotch. He was too nervous to let excitement take over, too anxious to really spring the boner he'd had all last night thinking about Andy's behind.
There was an elastic twang and rustle of fabric and he saw, out of the corner of his eye, Yedlin's undies tossed aside. Right, time to do the same! He tugged on the briefs, pulling them over his chunky behind and thick thighs, and kicking them down his shins and onto the floor.
You just wanna pop some lube on your fingers,' Yedlin said, a touch patronisingly, and work it in first, pal... Mmm.' Paul could not help but look over at this noise. Two foot from him, on his back, Yedders had his legs spread and lifted a bit, and was reaching round and below his already hard cock and taut balls – wow – to start lubing himself, just as Paul had nervously done to Carroll in that shower cubicle... Okay, okay, he could do this. Paul reached for the tube between them, squirted a blob of the faintly perfumed lube onto his finger, and tried it. God it felt good. Briefly cool and soothing, rapidly warm and easy, and the pleasure of his own two fingers rubbing up and down his crack was immediately good. But like Andy, he found it hard to really locate the hole, to work his way around the unseen, so different really from getting to grips with a lass's cunt.
That's it,' Yedlin said encouragingly. Just the fact he was even looking over gave Paul something of a thrill, the intimacy and sleaze of the scene sinking in. He shifted his head a bit to meet DeAndre's eyes, and he grinned nervously back. Go for it, dude,' the American chuckled lazily.
Paul gave his semi a few tugs with the other hand, and found his tight ring with one finger. It felt slightly less exciting than putting a finger up his friend, for some reason, but the sensation was good. Would he really be able to slide something bigger up there, though? Beside him, he heard the intense moan, and realised his partner was moving ahead. He craned his head, shyly becoming voyeur, and just able to make out the bigger, more realistically phallic toy being pushed in. He couldn't see properly, but the glimpse turned him on so much. His eyes roved from the strong tattooed thigh muscles up DeAndre's flexing torso to the man's mask of sheer pleasure on his handsome face. Wow, this was a bloke who really knew how to let go and please himself!
Paul couldn't help but sit up to get a better view, kinda forgetting his own wanking. He propped himself up on both hands and gulped nervously, but took in the sight of his friend's tensing and relaxing body. `Oh mate,' he breathed admiringly.
`Mmm,' DeAndre groaned back in a dazed ecstasy.
Paul shifted on the bed to see better, ignoring the porno that was on for him, blocking Yedlin's view somewhat as he crawled over to see properly, to watch the shockingly thick length of sex toy that was being pressed between the black lad's strong buttocks. He looked up and again his eyes met Yedlin's, and in spite of all this decadent openness, the American did look a little alarmed at his level of interest.
`Can I?' Paul asked in a breathy whisper.
`Huh?'
Dummett didn't elaborate his desires. Instead, he reached his fingers forward, sliding against the other guy's lubed digits, and wrapped them about the base of the sex toy. Yedlin made a cautious moan, watching him over the length of his supine body, and Paul took over. He held the strange model phallus and pushed it a little further in, then back out, then in again... he listened to the intense breaths and groans of his American pal, and felt himself getting rock hard at the scene before him. Fucking hell, this was great.
Buddy,' DeAndre panted, I don't normally have a bloke doing that...'
Yeah, but,' muttered Paul hopefully, it still feels good, right...?'
`Sure does, bro, but... Oh man... Mmmm...'
Paul let go, gulping drily, and remembering his main aim this evening. He lay back down, but closer to Yedlin this time, and picked up the smaller, hot pink toy he'd been offered, and stuck it nervously down between his plump cheeks. Oh, that was better. Softer, somehow, and better shaped than a finger. And then one of Yedlin's tattooed hands was reaching over and brushing his. `Dude, the button,' the American breathed quietly but insistently, pressing Paul's finger to it. And the thing was on. Soft vibrations ran through Paul's gooch to his G spot, and the thing hummed softly against his crack as he rubbed up and down, half guided by DeAndre. The other guy's hand pulled away and left Paul in control, and the tip of the quivering toy found his virgin hole, oh god...
Dummett looked over again to share his gasp of surprise as he felt it enter him, seeing Yedlin's grin of approval – both lads were stroking their rock hard cocks with the low buzz of the toys up their backsides, sprawled out on the bed, and a wild porno scene blaring in front of them. This was insane! Paul's eyes swung to DeAndre's dick, which was really pretty big for his stature, and instinctively he began to reach over, but – thwack – the American bloke slapped his hand away.
`I ain't into that, bro,' Yedlin insisted.
`God, sorry...'
`It's okay, just... focus on yourself, hah!'
Paul did so, reaching as best he could to slide the toy in a couple more inches, letting its buzzing power stimulate his tight, unused hole, tugging firmly on his throbbing cock as he did. This was insane. Had that toy in his buddy felt as powerful as this? No wonder poor Andy had sprung a boner on the bus, been unable to deal with it. This was something else, like every shag Dummo had enjoyed with lasses over the years was a bit irrelevant by comparison.
It didn't take him long to cum, with this thrilling new stimulation sending his bottom half crazy. He left the toy a couple of inches into him and pulled back rigorously on his nob with a few last strokes, and there it was... his seed firing off vaguely down the furry trunks of his legs, his head rolling back against the fur sheets. Oh sweet Jesus, what an orgasm.
For a moment he just closed his eyes in a heady rush, listening to the mingled sounds of Yedders panting, and the louder, shriller cries of the porn on the telly. He opened his eyes and swung over to watch his mate again, fascinated by the straight bloke's anal fixation and the twitching muscles of his compact body as he pleasured himself. Go on pal,' he urged in a low grunting moan, that must feel so good...'
He couldn't held himself. He leaned over a bit, even closer, and reached down to stroke one taut buttock at the base of DeAndre's body, his fingers sending tingles through the other guy. Yedlin was pumping his cock like crazy, struggling to climax. This time, when Paul pushed at his fingers and took a loose grip of the toy, the American was just too lost in the moment to resist or correct him. Oh god. Paul hunched at his side with a wild look on his face, wrapped his fingers about the base of the vibrating phallus, and took over, shoving its length and girth in with a force and rhythm he hadn't dared on his own hole.
`OH GOD,' cried DeAndre wildly, and he climaxed. His load spattered the inside of his trembling legs and a few flecks of cum hit Dummett's shaky arm. Both men panted and gasped for several long moments, Paul taking his hand away slowly and making some space between them, sweat dripping off every part of his body now. As the orgasmic glow faded, he began to worry: he'd definitely crossed a line for the other guy there, not to mention everything else that was weird about this scenario.
Eventually, Yedlin turned his sweat-shiny face his way and burst out laughing. You, bro, are an even bigger freak than I thought.' He reached both hands up to wipe his glossy cheeks and brow. Why didn't you say you were fuckin' bi?'
`Huh?' Paul responded blankly.
Mate, you were well after my cock,' teased the American. I told you, I'm straight. I just like...'
`I'm not bi,' Paul told him in a faint voice.
Yedlin relaxed his body and slid the thick toy out of him onto the sheets, then sat up a bit, still panting. His eyes were quizzical as he looked Paul over, who cringed a bit and rolled away to get up, suddenly self-conscious of his pale nude body though a minute ago he'd been going hell for leather in the best wank of his life.
Bud, you're clearly... curious about that,' Yedlin said in a casual voice, hopping off the bed and fetching them each a towel. It's no biggy, it's just... not for me. But you ought to explore it.' He tossed a towel at the pale-faced, nervous-looking bigger lad, and chuckled affectionately. `Don't look so freaked out. What am I gonna do, tell the guys you got a bit keen while we were having a dildo fest? I know I'm... left-field. I just think YOU want a bit more.'
For a moment, Paul wanted to burst out the full truth in honesty. How he'd struggled to take his eyes off the lanky Geordie striker since his return to Tyneside, how all season he'd lost interest in girls, and found himself only wondering what Carroll was up to. He wanted to confess that he'd never tried the fucking remote-controlled thing, that he was just helping out his adored pal. But he just left an awkward silence in the air and shrugged his shoulders a bit.
`You wanna shower here?' Yedlin offered kindly.
`Nah, I should go,' Paul mumbled.
Okay, okay. But first.' Still nude, cock swinging (wow, it was really big, wasn't it?) DeAndre returned to the corner closet, and beckoned him over with a few fingers. Hey dude, why don't you take a couple of things away with you? So you can... you know... figure yourself out?' Paul paused and studied the nude American's kind, eager grin for a moment, then slowly approached. Yedlin patted him firmly on the shoulder blade, still chuckling contentedly to himself. `Take your pick,' he whispered softly.
Paul stared wide-eyed at the array of sex toys in his mate's secret cupboard, and his mind raced. He felt like a kid in a sweetshop. He leaned in, examined the weird variety, then looked at Yedlin for reassurance. He just nodded, and Paul bit his lip excitedly. He reached in, and took his pick.