The recent 2018 Soccer World Cup in Russia and athletes as well as fans travelling long distances between cities in overnight trains reminded me of an incident that happened to me in Russia couple of decades ago. Here is the actual story with graphic description of sex between a younger (25-26 year old) soccer athlete and me (then 50 years old).
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THE SOCCER PLAYER (?????????)
By GRAYHAIR99
On the way to my office one morning, I brought my knapsack packed with everything I needed for my business trip. The usual overnight train tide loomed ahead of me with a trip to my destination, a short night's stay in a hotel there and then a return trip back. There was plenty of work to do in my office until evening so I picked up a snack and a bottle of beer in a grocery store just in time to get to Paveletsky station in Moscow right before the train was ready to leave.
When I entered my compartment I saw two people already there - a woman about 30 years old and a young man about 25 years old. When we introduced ourselves, I found out that the two were not related in any way. They just happened to be there by chance. Before the train left the station, I decided to eat my snack and invited my new companions to join me. They both declined saying that they had already had supper. The young man also declined my offer to share my beer with the remark that he could not drink because he wanted to keep in shape.
The conversation was not going very well, so after I finished my modest supper I said that the young lady probably needed to get ready for bed. The young man and I went out into the corridor. Leaning against the rail, we felt the great freedom of masculine companionship.
My new friend told me that the reason he was traveling from Minsk (via Moscow) to Lipetsk - the destination of our train - was because he had received an invitation from the Lipetsk soccer club, "Metallurg". Now he is playing for the Minsk team "Dinamo", but he would like to return to Russia for more opportunities in the league. We talked for a rather long time about the obligations in the life of a professional soccer player, his family (he recently got married) and other aspects of life.
Moreover he bemoaned the fact that his trip in two overnight trains and the day he spent in Moscow were rather tiring for him (being an athlete, he was constantly confined to cramped space and limited ability to exercise) and he was concerned about being in top physical form for the tryouts in a new club. I suggested that perhaps a light massage would help his stiff legs. He agreed that that would not be a bad idea and suggested that it could possibly be done in the compartment when we go to bed.
When we entered the dimly-lit compartment we found that our female fellow traveler was already under the covers in her lower berth. We wished her a pleasant night and climbed up to our upper berths. His berth was above our other companion's and mine was on the other side. When we had undressed, we turned out the remaining light leaving only the night light overhead.
I stretched out my hand toward my friend, touched his shoulder and asked him if he still wanted the leg massage. When he responded in the affirmative, I moved over to his berth next to his legs. He turned over on his stomach and I began to massage each leg in turn beginning with his feet and calves and then, more carefully, his thighs -especially the upper part.
He was wearing knitted boxer shorts that fit tightly over his round, muscular buttocks. While grasping his legs in the groin area I not only massaged his thighs but also slipped my hand under the elastic edges of his shorts toward his supple buttocks. Spreading apart the upper part of his thighs, I sometimes slid my hand between his legs and touched his balls. That seemed to please him since he spread his legs even further apart, which gave me better access and he raised his rear end up a bit thus offering his buns for massage.
I even more enthusiastically gratified his hemispheres and slipped deeper between his legs, boldly touching and even grasping his balls with my fingers. After spending a rather significant amount of time on this part of his body, I suggested that he turn over on his back.
Again, with a rather firm grip, but now from the front, I massaged in turn his calves and then his thighs. On the upper part of his thighs I boldly (but he did not protest) slid my hands under the elastic edges of his shorts right up to his crotch. He was already accustomed to my method of touching his balls, as if it were an indispensable part of my massage.
However, I became bolder and besides lightly grasping his balls, I decided to massage his cock as well. It had already become partially engorged and stretched out over a length greater than the size of my palm. After I had held and lightly squeezed his engorging penis with my hand, for some reason I became shy and went back to massaging his thighs. My companion then lowered his hand to mine and directed it toward his crotch. What he needed was obvious. He very much wanted some action precisely on his genitalia.
I pulled the top of his shorts down below his balls and began to slowly masturbate his already solidly erected cock. His hand then moved to my head and gradually pushed it toward his erect phallus. I obeyed and when I had approached the prize, solidly grasped his erect shaft with my lips and went down on it all the way to its base. With gentle pressure on the back of my head he showed me what movements I should make.
I did all this with pleasure, increasing the up-down movements, going all the way down to its base and then all the way up to the tip. Here and there, up and down, again and again. At a certain point, he pressed firmly on the back of my neck and at the same time raised his ass so that his cock penetrated deeply into my mouth. It became very tense and began to pulsate. I felt streams of warm masculine seed in my mouth. Since there was no spare room in my mouth filled with his engorged cock, it began to dribble out on my lips and chin.
Pleased with the massage he had received and the relaxation in his loins, the soccer player raised up on his elbows, brought his lips closer to my mouth and kissed it, gently licking my chin with his tongue. Having received satisfaction from fulfilling my duty, I returned to my berth.
The soccer player quietly glanced at our fellow traveler and convinced that she was still awake, said that if she was restless perhaps a massage would help. Our gray-haired companion (namely, me) could provide that for her. She muttered something incomprehensible so I climbed down from my berth, slipped on my training pants and headed for the toilet. Something had to be done with my unsatisfied hard-on... .
The next morning in Lipentsk a group of athletes wearing the same sports uniform with the crest of the local soccer club met our train. They were chatting animatedly as they ran up to the exit from our coach. I got off the train, walked past them and even from a distance could hear their loud greetings for their future teammate. I hope his tryout was successful, that he presented his very best physical form and was accepted on the team.
On my next trip there I will definitely go to their local stadium to root for my very first INTIMATE acquaintance with a professional soccer player.
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