SUNDAY LEAGUE GUY

I always wanted to be a footballer, just maybe not for the same reasons as everyone else...

I’m not bad, all in all, but for me, it isn’t about playing the game, or being cheered by the crowds, well, not all of it. For me, it was about the guys. I mean, come on, how many sports do you get the guys looking that good? I only play for a little Sunday/Weekday league team, but football has given me some of the best times of my life on, but mainly off, the pitch!

Paul had been playing with us for the last season. He was 21, medium height, with dark hair, brown eyes, one of those all year round tans, and a great body. That’s the great thing about being on a footie team, you all dress and undress together, and no one thinks a thing of it! It gives me a great opportunity to get a good look at some of the guys.

Anyway, Paul had what I would call an almost perfect footballers body. His legs were chiselled, with a good few wisps of dark hair, he had a firm round arse (which, I might add, the football shorts really showed up), broad shoulders, a pair of toned pecs, fairly toned arms and the beginnings of a pair of fine abs. Other than some thin wisps of dark hair from his navel to below his shorts, he was almost completely hairless and smooth.

We had two games left in the season, the last of which we had just managed to scrape through a draw. The lads were pretty tired, as was I, but we all had a good laugh in the shower room, with the usual songs and jokes. As it was my turn to lock up the clubhouse that day, I had to hang around waiting for everyone else to go before I could. I don’t mind it actually, because I get to have a longer look at everyone, and have an excuse to keep checking the showers to see if everyone has left them.

Rob, our captain, was just leaving.

“You the last?” I asked him.

“Sorry mate, dunno, wasn’t checking,” he called as he walked past and into the arms of his waiting girl.

I could hear the shower still going, so I figured someone had to still be in there, but couldn’t remember who it could be. I walked into the block, but found it empty, just left running, so, after turning the showers off I walked through into the changing rooms to see if I could lock up and go.

As I walked in I saw Paul sitting there, still wearing his footie shorts and socks. He was leaning back against the wall, looking down, flexing those soon to be perfect abs.

“You all right mate?” I asked him. “You looked knackered Tough game, huh?”

“I feel a shit for letting that blonde guy get by me and score the second,” he said, still looking down at his navel. “It was such a stupid...”

“...easy mistake to make?” I added. I sat down next to him. “Don’t beat yourself up, did you not see the rest of us out there, we stank! We were just lucky that Simon got that last one in.”

“Spose so.” He was still looking down on himself.

“Listen mate,” I said, pulling myself nearer him and putting an arm on his shoulder, “you’ve kept us going this season. I don't know how we’ll cope when you’re gone.

He smiled and slapped his hand on my leg. He’d never done that before to me, well actually I wasn’t that sure I’d seen him do it to anyone. He wasn’t a very touchy feely guy, I’d thought, but as I looked into his deep brown eyes, I saw a little glint there. Maybe he was more touchy feely than I thought...

“I’ve wanted to say to you, I’ve noticed you looking, and well...” he began, but I figured what he was going to say, and I wasn’t going to wait a moment longer. I moved my head closer to his, as he tilted his to one side, and we kissed. He passed his tongue inside my mouth slowly, rubbing, caressing the inside of my mouth as his hand roamed around the outside of my trackie bottoms, over my hardening dick. He lightly squeezed and pulled at my head, using his small finger to tickle and poke my ball sack.

While I kissed into him more deeply, sighing in pleasure, I passed my hand up and down his smooth chest, tweaking his nipple, and pushing, rubbing, poking his flexing six pack.

I pulled out of the kiss, and moved down towards his hardened nipple flicking it with my tongue, before sucking it in, biting, nibbling at it. As he leaned back in pleasure against the wall, he lifted his arms, holding on to the coat hooks above so I could move up, kissing and licking towards his muscular shoulder, smelling him, tasting him as I nibbled under his arm.

My left hand pulled at the trail of hair down to his naval, poking at it, while my right hand slid up and down his back, over the top his shorts, squeezing; now going under the line of the shorts, feeling the round, smooth, tanned behind I had seen for the last few months running ahead of me on pitch, or being rubbed and washed in the showers off pitch by the boy I now nibbled, rubbed and licked.

Turning round to face him more now, and standing up to lean over him, and moved towards his mouth and kissed him softly and slow. He pulled his arms down over mine, brushing down my sides, to tug at my top, gently pull it over me and throw it down. He then sat me down on him, facing, licking, sucking, and biting at my shoulders and chest.

I looked down at him as he looked up, and slid slowly, tongue out, licking down from his chin, under his neck, straight through the chest, slowly kissing now and then, down to the navel, pulling at the hair with my teeth, before kneeling before him, rubbing my nose down and round, all over the swelling mass in his silky shorts.

I began to suck through the shorts as he rubbed the back of my head in delight, thrusting his pelvis at me while sighing and breathing deeply.

I needed no more invitation. I pulled the top rim of his shorts down, tucking them under his balls. His six inches poked out, twitching in anticipation as I rubbed up and down his body, pushing down into those abs, preparing...

I took one ball into my mouth, licking all round it, while pushing and moving my nose into his shaft, smelling, tasting, as he lay back on his hands. My hands roamed around by his crack under and through the shorts, poking, and pinching lightly as I began to take great, slow licks up the entire shaft of the penis, stopping at the head and starting again from the bottom, using the whole surface of my tongue.

After several of these long licks I began to nibble at the harp string of his cock, pulling and stretching his skin out, before opening up my mouth wide, and taking the head in. I swirled my tongue around and around the head of his throbbing dick as he grabbed the back of my head and began to breath more loudly and deeply.

I began to jerk my head up and down slightly, while still swirling my tongue, bobbing as he began, once more, to thrust into my face. As I began to move faster, cupping his balls with one hand and still playing with his anus with the other, I pulled him slowly deeper and deeper inside of me, and slowly out again, swirling, cupping, prodding, jerking.

He had let go of my head now and once more was holding on to the pegs above him, only this time, he was straining and pulling at them, lifting himself up ever so slightly from the floor, breathing deeper and louder, and faster...

Then, he ejected his warm, creamy load in my mouth, squirting out powerful jets with his last few humping thrusts into me.

As he began to sit down, I moved up to his mouth once more, and kissed him, slow, deep, and long; sharing his goods for the both of us to enjoy, while still gently massaging his slowly decreasing cock.

We sat there for a while afterwards. I told him not to return the favour just yet, after all, we still had two games to play, and next season, you never know, he might just join one of our opposing teams to catch up with a few of his mates for a chat, a laugh, maybe a bit of fun?

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