Date: Sun, 07 Sep 2003 07:37:36 +0000
From: nigel doolwy <horny_writer@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Centre Forward By Nigel

THE CENTRE FORWARD
BY: Nigel aka Horny Writer
horny_writer@hotmail.com

We were hardly Premier League material but we had some fun.  Of course we
took the games very seriously an dreamed of making it big one day.  No harm
in dreaming but the standard of football we played would never go beyond
that.  We leased a field from a local farmer who could turn in a greater
profit from our game then he could from any form of agriculture.  Perhaps he
thought when we made it big time we would lease the whole farm in order to
build a mega stadium to rival Villa Park or Old Trafford.

The new season wasn't far away and one Saturday morning the manager called
us all in for a pre season briefing.  the meeting was held in the wooden
shack which doubled as team office, changing rooms and spectators stand.
Once the fixture list and training scheduled had been issued and discussed
we all made our way out in differing directions.  I'd jogged the three miles
from home to the club so hit off walking.  I was one of the last to leave.

"Can I give you a life ?"  John called.  John had joined the team towards
the end of the last season and brought considerable talent to the games.  If
anyone were ever to be spotted by a tallent scout and launched into a
meteoric rise within the professional game it would be John.

"Thanks."  I said. Jogging in was one thing but back again ?  Well I wasn't
that fit.

John had a very smart car; one of those new Mini's.  I didn't have a car but
relied on boosting the profits of Ariva Buses and Silverlink Trains as my
primary mode of transport.

"Fancy coming back to my place for a few beers first ?"  John said.  "I can
run you home later."

"Love to."

"I'm afraid I live with my parents,"  John explained, "but they're away for
a couple of weeks.  They've this pace in Spain and tend to disappear there
every other month.  Still it gives me my own space even if it is in their
house."

I didn't know that much about John so began a conversation to introduce
myself and he to me with our lives beyond a ninety minute weekly kick about.
  "What do you do for a living ?"  I began.

"Work for my dad,"  John sighed.  "He owns a chain of sports shops and I'm
assistant manager in one of them.  It's a living - just but I need to break
away from dad."

"My firm is always recruiting," I suggested.

"Thanks, if only it were that easy.  You don't know my dad."

We turned into a gravel driveway  which  led through a neat garden to a
large house.    "You live here ?"

"Yep.  Me, Mum, Dad and four cats."  John smiled.  "At least the cats are
OK."

"Bloody hell," I exclaimed, "that's some place !"

The house was enormous and expensively furnished although not always in the
best of taste.  Still it was far, far beyond anything I could even dream of
living in.

"We can liberate some of Dad's beer,"  John suggested.  "He keeps a special
fridge just for the booze.  He won't miss it and we can take it down to the
pool."

This mini-mansion had its own indoor swimming pool in a large conservatory
area backing onto the garden.  We cracked open a couple of cans and sat in
chairs by the edge of the water.

"Fancy a swim ?"

I did.

"But I don't..."

"Well there are two ways to resolve that,"  John said cutting me short.  You
can borrow a pair of mine or we can both simply dispense with such
formalities."

I have this theory that all guys have a part of them which is attracted to
other guys.  Some are all the way gay, some like it both ways and claim to
be bi but almost all of the male population is at some time, if not all of
an individual's life, curious.  Curious about what a guy looks like naked,
curious about what it is like to be with another guy.  Right then I was
curious.

John was busy stripping off his clothing, I wasn't wearing all that much
having jogged to the meeting: just trainers, socks, shorts, undies and a
football shirt.  As John peeled away his underpants to stand nude by the
side of the water he smiled.  "You shy ?"

"No."

"Then come on."

John turned, launched himself off from the side and flew like an arrow
through the air to effortlessly enter the water and continue his trajectory
all the way to the bottom.  I peered to see his naked body slide underwater
swim round in a circle then emerge just a short way from me.  I removed the
remainder of my own clothing and dive bombed in making a terrific splash.

The water was warm and felt good.  I am not the strongest of swimmer but I
do like swimming.  I had never swum naked before and it felt good and
liberating.  It was great to be swimming naked with another guy.

"I often swim nude,"  John said.  "I mean why bother with covering up ?  I'd
play football nude if I could.  Did you know that the Olympic athletes  in
Ancient  Greece all had to compete stark naked ?"

I didn't know that.  "Perhaps if we all played football naked the attendance
at Drayton United's games would go up."

John laughed, dived back under the water and took hold of my legs.  He
pulled and I fell backwards into the water.  He dragged me under then let
go.  As he swam away a hand gently brushed the side of my dick.  It could
have been accidental, perhaps intended, but either way it sent a shiver of
excitement through my spine.

John broke the surface of the water again and started to jump up and down in
the water.  I watched him and saw how his cock flapped up and down with the
waves just below the surface.

"Have you ever sum nude with another guy before ?"  I asked.

"No you are the first," John said.  "Are you enjoying it ?"

"Yes,"  I confessed.

"Do you feel a little bit horny ?"

He shouldn't have said that.  He shouldn't have said that !  The moment the
words left John's mouth things started to happen.  With a pulsing sensation
I could feel myself starting to rise.  My stomach tightened and my knees
went weak.  John was watching.

"I guess I can see the answer for myself,"  he said.  Then taking a pace
towards me he gently stroked the palm of his right hand over my semi erect
cock lifting it upwards.  For the second time in a brief encounter I felt
the electricity run through my spine; perhaps the first touch had been
unintentional on John's part - it is possible - but this was fully intended.
  Wonderfully intended.  I pushed myself towards John and he took a firm
hold gripping me into a full hard-on.  It felt like nothing I had ever
experienced before.  My curiosity of which I spoke earlier was starting to
be satisfied.  I leaned back my head, closed my eyes and sighed.

I do not know how he did it, without swallowing gallons of water I mean, but
John was soon beneath the surface of the pool and taking my solid cock into
his mouth.  It felt an age before he finally let go, he must have had
incredible lungs to have held his breath for so long.  But while he was
holding his breath he was still sucking and stimulating me.

John broke the surface of the water and took in large and deep gulps of air.

"Thank you," I said in a low voice.

"I often come in here for a wank,"  John explained.  "It's my special place.
  I've been trying to find the courage for weeks to invite you and ask you
to join me."

At first I didn't know what to say then said, "Well I'm right glad you did."

"My parents never use the pool,"  John continued, "they only keep it as a
status symbol so I can come here and do what ever I like when ever I like."

I was a bit nervous.  "But they are away now ?"

"Don't worry, they're miles away and we are quite alone."
I was pleased.

"So don't you want to feel me ?  See how hard I have become thinking of
you."

I reached through the water and parted it to allow my hands to move between
John's legs.  I fondled two balls then stroked my way up the shaft of his
dick.  I wondered about trying to duck my head down and try to suck him as
he had done to me but thought better of it.  Instead I made a tight fist
about my friend's dick and started a pumping motion.

"Does it float ?"  I asked.

"What ?"

"When you come, does it float or sink to the bottom ?"

John smiled.  "You'll have to wait and see."

I stopped pumping and simply held my friend, he then took hold of me and we
stood together just enjoying the pleasures of touching one another.  We
stood, water to the bottom of our chests and experienced the pleasure we had
created together that afternoon.

Although the water was washing it away as fast as it was being produced I
knew I was oozing precum.  "Take me John,"  I whispered.  I let go of my
hold on his body and held my arms out wide my fingers clenching and
unwinding as he beat a purposeful motion and brought me to that physical
rapture of full ejaculation.  Only when I was finally spent did he let go.

"My turn now,"  John said.

I took up a position behind him and reached round to hold his cock in my
right hand.  My left rested gently in his left groin and began to stroke a
line from his balls to just below his waist. Another curiosity was being
satisfied by standing against the back of a man.  I beat him into a frenzied
jerking of cum pushing out into the water all about us.  It was just my hand
that was moving but my whole body ached to join in; every fibre wanting to
play its part.  My own cock was starting to rise again and rested itself
between the line of John's buttocks seeking out a new and yet unknown
experience.

When John was finally spent he turned to face me, there were tears in his
eyes.  "I do hope this is not a dream,"  he said.

"It's real enough,"  I confirmed.

"Beats football any day."

"It does."

"We've played my position of centre forward,"  John said, "and scored two
magnificent goals."

I agreed.

"So how about we now play your position of right back ?"

"Please,"  I said

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