DISCLAIMER:
This is the third story that I have written and is based very loosely on my sexual adventures over the years. The first story 'Old School Ties' gave a fictionalised account of some aspects of my life during my school years and after. This one tells the story of something that happened during my time at University. If you like the stories let me know as I have quite a few more that I could tell.
WARNING:
Do not read this story if you are in any way offended by acts of a homosexual nature.
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Always indulge in safe sex.
SOCCER SENSATION
Part 14: Up for the Cup
I drove back to my bedsit slightly disappointed that I had not been able to have a further session with Tony. As I got near my bedsit I realised that there was still time to pop into the pub for a drink and find out how our team had fared in the last game of the season. I parked my car outside the bedsit and then strolled across the road to the pub. I went into the bar and realised from the grim faces that things were not good. This was more than just the depression following a heavy defeat and even my arrival was only greeted with a briefest of smiles from Chris the landlord and captain of our team and from Mark who was sitting up at the bar. I ordered a pint of bitter, which Chris poured for me and then to my unasked question, Chris told me the news,
"Well there's bad news and there's worse news. The bad news is we lost the match 1-0; the worse news is that Jim's in hospital with a smashed up knee and won't be fit for the Final."
Jim Smith was our most reliable player at the heart of our defence. He was also one of the most experienced players having been in the side for years. He and Chris seemed to have a good understanding between each other and along with Mark and Jeff formed a solid defensive protection for Dave in goal. Jim's injury had been an accident. He had tackled a player in possession but in the course of this he had slipped and fallen onto the ground; the opponent had also fallen but landed on top of Jim's knee and this collision had caused the damage. Everyone knew the injury was serious but fortunately an alert spectator had run to telephone for help. He was taken straight to hospital where knee damage requiring surgery was diagnosed. To lose Jim so close to the Final was a body blow to the whole team in that it was worse for morale than the defeat at the hands of a side we would normally expect to beat. As Chris explained the events I saw Mark nodding vigorously in agreement and then Chris added, defiantly,
"I promised Jim we wouldn't let him down on Sunday in the final and that he'd get to see the Cup the day we win it! It's going to be hard this week but we've all got to do the maximum amount of training possible and put our thinking caps on over how to rearrange the team to minimise the problem we have with Jim missing. If you've any thoughts - either of you - let me know. We have to decide by Thursday who will be in the starting line-up."
I looked at Mark and offered a suggestion,
"I could drop back more into mid-field. I've never played right at the back but I have played in mid-field positions before. Then you could play someone like your Peter up front. He played well enough in the games he played earlier in the season. He probably deserves serious consideration."
Mark nodded, but added a word of caution,
"Yes, Prof, that is a possibility. He's quick and agile and can certainly run fast and create space and chances to score. On the other hand, our opponents are hard and one or two of them dirty players the risk is that they'll try to exploit Peter's inexperience. Nevertheless, Chris, I think you should at least consider the idea seriously."
Chris also nodded and seemed quite pleased that both Mark and I had recommended Peter but he agreed with Mark that do include him carried some risks.
By now it was near to closing time and I had drunk my pint and started to leave. As I did so, Mark joined me and after saying our 'goodnights', we walked out of the pub together. Mark spoke as we walked towards his car,
"You tired, Prof? How was your weekend? Shall I take you home in the car? Then I could come in and have a nightcap with you."
I was about to say that as I lived across the street it was unnecessary to have a lift in his car, but it was clear from Mark's tone that he was keen to have a session at my bedsit. I said OK and then suggested that he drive his car and park it and I would walk back and get a couple of beers ready. Mark grinned and as he drove the short distance to the nearest parking spot to my bedsit, I went inside and got things ready. A few minutes later, Mark was at the door and as soon as he took his beer and settled himself next to me on the sofa, it was clear that it was not a chat about football that was central to his interests.
Mark began to brush his hand idly over my crotch, gently massaging my prick to life with the lightest of touches. I began to tell him about my adventures with Tony and as I did so I noticed that mark's cock had begun to harden and tent his jeans. We both put down our beers and began to feel each other more intently. Mark began to unzip my trousers and I could feel his hand reaching inside to massage my hard shaft through my thin underwear. As he did so he whispered in my ear,
"Shall we move somewhere more comfortable - like your bed? I can stay all night and go to work from here in the morning. I know we're supposed to be in training but we've got a whole week after tonight to get ready for the Final."
I had never spent the night with anyone sleeping in my bed but I was horny and frustrated by my failure to have sex with Tony earlier in the evening and so I agreed. I led Mark down to the bedroom area and we undressed each other and then, after a brief body hug in which our dicks pressed hard into each other, we climbed into my narrow bed. There was not much room for the pair of us but somehow we managed to find a configuration that we were both comfortable with.
For quite a while we just lay there playing with each other's dicks. Mark was squeezing the spongy head of my prick and extracting small amounts of pre-cum, which he was alternately licking off his fingers and spreading over the rest of my prick head. I spent the time idly playing with Mark's silky smooth foreskin at times inserting a finger inside between the under side of his foreskin and his sensitive head and then rolling it back off the head completely. I guess this foreplay went on for some little time as neither of us was in any hurry because we had all night.
I had expected that this would lead to a sixty-nine session as this seemed to be Mark's preferred activity unless he was fucking someone. I was not keen on being fucked and if I could not be the fucker also preferred to sixty-nine. So I was just getting ready to suggest that we move into position when Mark surprised me once again,
"I don't normally like to be fucked, in fact I've only taken it up the arse a couple of times before but I really would like you to fuck me tonight. I know you don't like it up the arse so I won't expect you to reciprocate. All I ask is that you suck me off first and then fuck me. Use your fingers to lubricate my hole and then after I've cum put some of that up there too. That way you'll slip in and give me a good hard screwing without any difficulty or pain."
I did not wait for him to change his mind! I quickly replaced my hand with my tongue and began to nibble on Mark's foreskin and roll it back over the soft sensitive glans. Then I licked slowly down the shaft using my lips, tongue and teeth to excite a reaction. When I reached Mark's balls I took each of them into my mouth in turn and then both together. Mark was sighing and moaning above me as I began the reverse direction licking up the shaft and gathering the loose skin so that when I reached the ridge of his cock head I could drag the protective foreskin back over the head to its fullest extent. As I was using my mouth to pleasure Mark's cock I used my free hands to tease his nipples and invade his arse ring. I felt Mark's cock throb as I increased the intensity of his feeling by tweaking his erect nipples, increasing the speed of my oral stimulation on his hard cock and found his prostate with my probing fingers. Mark was groaning but found enough voice to urge me to eat his hole and use my tongue to moisten his entrance while at the same time wanking his shaft. I did as he urged me and was rewarded by a stream of pre-cum running onto my fingers from the end of his piss slit as I worked him with my hands. When my fingers were really greasy with pre-cum, I removed my mouth and tongue from his hole and replaced them with my slick fingers, returning my mouth to his equally slick cock. I began to really work on Mark's throbbing cock and twitching arse and knew that he would not be able to resist for long. When I sensed that he was approaching the point of no return I slowed down my actions to try to prolong the time before he spilled his ball juice. After the second time, I found that Mark was beginning to push his cock into my mouth even when I was not sucking his shaft. With a rasping cry of "Finish me, Steve! Please let me cum this time!!" Mark thrust harder into my mouth and throat. I moved my tongue and mouth so that I could lick and tease just his piss slit, which had begun to widen in anticipation of the spunk load that would soon escape. I continued to work his shaft and arse with my hands and felt the overwhelming shudder run through Mark's body as his churning balls began to export their produce. I knew that soon I would taste his cum and swallow his creamy jizz into my mouth and throat. Seconds later Mark's cock erupted as a fountain of his spunk flew out of his piss slit and into my mouth. I greedily lapped up the tasty cum and was about to swallow the lot when I remembered that I needed some to grease his twitching hole. I allowed a small amount to leak from my mouth, gathered it up on my fingers and smeared it all round the entrance to Mark's love channel.
The excitement of the sexual activity had made my prick greasy with pre-cum and ready to enter Mark as soon as he had recovered. I was also sure that Mark's tight arse hole was sufficiently well lubricated with his pre-cum and cum as well as my saliva to be able to accept my intended invasion with relative ease. However I lay beside Mark and waited a few moments until the effects of the intense orgasm he had just experienced had begun to wear off. Mark indicated that he was ready for me by taking hold of my greasy prick and guiding the mushroom headed end towards his waiting hole. He looked at me and growled,
"Fuck me, Steve! Fuck me long, hard and deep!!"
I felt honour bound to try my best! However unlike Tony who had easily been able to accommodate both Hans dicks, and mine Mark's hole was very tight. I tried to push past his arse hole muscles and gain entry into his shute but it was very tight and I wondered if we ought to change our positions to give me better access. Mark had a similar idea and I managed to enter his tight warm hole at the second attempt. He winced a little as my prick head went in but once I was safely inside it got easier. I pushed as far and as deep inside him as I could and then slid slowly back out again until only the head was inside him. He had got used to me being inside him and slowly we developed a satisfying rhythm for me to push and pull out, while he squeezed hard on my prick shaft. I was more than content to allow for a slow build up and so was Mark. He added encouraging words as I began to thrust a little bit harder into his waiting love channel,
"Oh yeah, Steve! That's it! Shove that prick of yours inside my tight hole! It feels so good having you inside me. Fuck me, Steve! Give me all you've got!!"
"Yeah Mark I will!!" I replied, "Your arse is so warm and tight it feels like a glove tight around my prick as I push inside you. It's soo good!! I'm going to fuck you steadily now until I cum!!"
We began to increase the speed of our mutual thrusting and I reached round and was not surprised to find that Mark's cock was full at attention. I began to wank him in time to my fucking action from behind. Soon the air was filled with the moans of two people fast approaching a satisfying orgasm. I could not speak and neither could Mark but we each silently urged the other on to reach a simultaneous climax. I could sense the tension building in my own body and also in that of Mark and I abandoned myself to the inevitable conclusion of our sexual activity. Almost immediately I felt my favourite sensation as my cum-filled balls began to empty and my spunk shot along my rigid shaft. Then I covered Mark's insides with what felt like a pint of creamy jizz and as I was in the middle of my explosion I felt Mark's cock throb and heard him gasp as he expelled a second load of ball cream onto the sheets beneath him. When I had finished I slumped forward and lay on top of my older friend, still loosely connected to Mark's arse by my deflating prick.
The exertions were enough to make us both tired and we slept slightly uncomfortably in my small bed for several hours until I was awakened by the feel of Mark's lips sliding on my morning hard-on. I opened my eyes and there he was sucking my cream from my erect prick with gusto. I lay back and watched as he expertly used his mouth to service the whole length of my prick and balls and I quickly delivered him his morning milk. Not the pint I thought I had delivered into his rear end but a reasonably respectable amount nevertheless. I wanted to return the favour but Mark restrained me by saying that he had to preserve his strength and would have no more sex until after we had won the Cup on the following Sunday.
Again I took my cue from Mark and preserved my strength (well with a single lapse on the Tuesday evening when I could not resist the temptation to have a slow wank in the shower) for the rest of the week. The days flew by until Thursday with soccer training every night. After the training session on Thursday night Chris asked all of us to come back to the pub for a meeting in the function room upstairs. The meeting was to make the announcement of the team for the Final on Sunday, give all squad members a team morale boosting pep talks and finalise the travel arrangements. As expected, all the regulars were in the team including myself and I was pleased to note that the team selectors had decided to gamble on Peter who was also included in the line-up. After the team had been announced, Chris gave us a more than usually fiery pep talk. Finally he announced that, as the Final was to be played at a local sports centre a few miles away, he arranged for transport to take the team and supporters to the ground in good time for the scheduled kick off.
I did not travel to Suffolk that weekend, instead I spoke to my aunt on the telephone and she seemed quite well and sent me her best wishes for the Final. I was pleased that she remembered without prompting from me that this was the reason why I was not visiting her in person. As instructed by Chris I did a bit of exercise on Saturday but then relaxed in preparation for the game on Sunday.
The day of the Final arrived and we all gathered at the pub for the coach ride to the ground. We were pleasantly surprised at how many supporters had chosen to come with us. The stadium and facilities at the sports centre were extremely impressive and, after a further hyped-up talk from Chris, we were ready to do battle for the Cup. As we ran out onto the pitch I was amazed to see quite so many people in the stand waiting to watch our game. It was certainly the largest crowd that I had ever played in front of and that caused a thrill of nervous energy to pass through me.
For us the game started badly. As expected our opponents tried to exploit Peter's lack of experience to frustrate our attacks, while our defence missed Jim's steadying influence and experience at the back. I found my half-forward and half-back midfield role difficult to fit into and missed an easy tackle that led, indirectly, to us going a goal down early in the game. After I missed the tackle, Mark tried to rectify the situation but was adjudged by the referee to have fouled his opponent and they scored directly from the free kick. For much of the rest of the half, there was stalemate, although we showed some enterprise and came close to scoring a couple of times. I was resigned to ending the half a goal down when Peter, who had really not had much of the game, showed a real turn of speed and was given enough room to glide past his marker. He squared the ball precisely at the feet of our centre forward, Rick, who scored a spectacular goal from close range. At half time and one-all, there was still everything to play for but the psychological advantage was with us. Chris made this point during the half-time interval and we went out buoyed up for the second half. For the spectators the game became a war of attrition as neither side dared risk too much fearing that one more goal would be the end of their challenge. The stalemate had to break sometime and we broke it. I gathered the ball midfield, evaded my markers, and managed to get the ball through to our forwards. Rick slipped the ball through to Peter who was upended in the penalty area by a late challenge. Although it was a clumsy rather than a bad challenge - rumours that our opponents played really dirty proved unfounded - it was definitely a penalty, no doubt about it. Leading from the front as always Chris stepped forward to take the spot kick and fired the kick home. We were leading two to one with only a few minutes to go, the Cup was ours! Well, almost. Our opponents put us under the cosh for the remaining few minutes and only a spectacular save from Terry in goal saved the day. After that every time the whistle blew we hoped it would be for the end of the game and at last the final whistle came. We had won the Cup!!
Players from our side hugged each other and then shook hands with our opponents before Chris led us up to receive the trophy. As he held the Cup aloft the supporters in the crowd cheered us loudly, whilst others applauded politely. Then it was time to return to the changing rooms, get cleaned up and start the journey back to the pub for the real celebrations. We had never had such luxurious surroundings to change in and the showers were very welcoming. All the players crowded into the steamy atmosphere of the showers and indulged in friendly banter. When we had all changed back into outdoor clothes we assembled at the coach where Chris opened the luggage compartment to reveal several bottles of champagne which we duly consumed on the homeward journey. We did however stop at the local hospital on the way back and a rather noisy group of us went in to tell Jim of our success and show him our Cup.
News of our victory had preceded us so that when we arrived back at the pub there was a large group of regulars and other supporters waiting to greet us. Inside the pub Chris treated us to free beer and a celebratory lunch. Among the group celebrating with us were a few faces I did not know, along with many that I did. I saw a black teenager talking to Gavin and assumed him to be Colin. Peter was also talking to a youngster who I later learned was his scouting friend Bobby. Joe was also there laughing and joking with Mark. From across the room I recognised a face from College when Danny came over to speak to me and offer his congratulations. Danny also asked me how I was getting on with a coursework project we had to submit and I had to admit that I was struggling. We agreed to meet later to discuss it. Looking round the room I realised that of my closest friends were all here. Of people who had had sex together there were a few missing faces such as Dave, Tony and Hans but otherwise I knew of at least eight people in the pub who shared my interest in sex. I spoke to most of them during the course of the afternoon before deciding to slip away quietly and do some work on my project.
As I stepped out of the pub Danny followed me,
"Going home?" he asked.
"Yes. I'm going to work on the project."
"Can I come too? Two heads may be better than one", Danny replied suggestively.
"Always are", I returned equally suggestively.
We got to my bedsit and soon discovered that our two heads were likely to be better employed in ways other than writing the project. As soon as we were inside Danny made it clear that his real motive for coming back with me was to have sex. He pushed his hand urgently into my crotch and fondled my growing erection through my clothing. I responded by unzipping his jeans and thrusting my hand inside. I was pleasantly surprised to feel the silky skin of his erection unprotected by underclothes. My head moved instinctively to Danny's crotch and I was soon able to take the exposed head of his cut prick into my mouth. I paused only for the time it took for us both to get completely naked before returning to my oral examination of Danny's manhood. I licked the flowing pre-cum up enthusiastically before bathing his shaft with my tongue. Danny's prick was just as Mark had described it: the head seemed to extend out naturally from the shaft and, unlike mine, there was no extra skin on it at all. Danny began to face fuck me with a degree of urgency and I used my hands to play with his nipples and balls as he pumped in and out of my mouth. As he did so Danny cried out,
"Oh Steve, I've waited so long to have this chance to do this to you!! I'm fucking your mouth hard now!! Take my prick and suck it!! Suck it dry!! Eat my cum, Steve!! Swallow it!! Taste it!!"
I tried to communicate to Danny my pleasure at the opportunity to suck his beautiful prick as he continued to speedily fill and probe my mouth with his long shaft. He started to shake uncontrollably as his orgasm began and seconds later I felt his shaft swell and his creamy hot jizz filled my waiting mouth. I lapped up every drop as his piss slit spewed out his spunk before licking the shaft and head completely clean.
Danny now returned the complement on my prick, which he lovingly took between his lips and into his mouth. I felt that I had to warn Danny that I was unlikely to last long but as I had not cum since Tuesday he was likely to get a flood when I did. Danny did not seem to care going about his task with urgency and enthusiasm. He was a good prick sucker and knew exactly how to make me feel good.
"Oh yeah, Danny. Suck it man!! I need to cum really badly. Don't stop! Make me cum!!" I whispered half encouragingly and half pleadingly.
Danny did as I begged him and soon I felt the pleasure of relief as my over full balls unloaded their produce into his mouth. My cum filled his mouth to overflowing and he nearly choked but he kept on swallowing until all of it had disappeared. He also cleaned my shaft and head and licked the head until I asked him to stop as it was too sensitive. Danny grinned at me and said,
"Thanks. That was well worth the wait!"
"For me too, thanks", I replied, smiling back at him.
Just then the doorbell rang and standing outside was a group of my friends. Peter grinned and said,
"So this is where you've been hiding!", adding when he spotted Danny, "and with someone else as well!!"
I introduced Danny to the others, although Mark already knew him. In all we had nine people cramped inside my bedsit. There was no room to move. Had there been we could have had an orgy, instead the crush enabled some fondling and the odd stolen wank or nibble on a dick but there really was no room for real fun. As they all began to drift away, I remembered the words that Tony had said about the house in Suffolk being an ideal location for an orgy and decided to devote some time and effort to organising one. I knew that I would invite all my friends from the pub and soccer team and ask them to bring any others they knew who might be interested. The pretext would be an end of year celebration after my College exams and before I moved away from the area at the start of my final year at university.
To be concluded...
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