Date: Thu, 18 Aug 2016 19:21:28 +0100
From: Christopher Hudson <christopherhudson1970@gmail.com>
Subject: WHEN SATURDAY CUMS 07

It was not like Gareth Hicks to dwell too much on the handsome studs with
whom he regularly had sex. It was not, as they say, his style. True, he had
met several fellow players who had caught his attention in his time – whom
he had enjoyed fucking or being fucked by – but never had he once
encountered anyone who had captured his heart and soul as well as his
straining groin. He had always been distant, detached – a high-climbing
star who was above the foibles of love's sweet dream.
    And yet he had long since wished to meet someone who was really
special, someone who would give him a reason for being the gifted man that
he was. Until now, such a fate had successfully alluded him – but then he
had that meeting with his agent, his car had broken down and he had
encountered one Will Brandt as a result ... and now suddenly he felt truly
alive. It was almost as if he had spent the first twenty-four years of his
life just existing, waiting for this moment when the world around him would
abruptly blossom – when a chance meeting with a certain nobody (which he
knew damn well he shouldn't have ever allowed to progress the way it did),
finally made him appreciate what it was like to be a young gay man in love.
    He knew, however, that for all the raw emotions that were presently
swirling around in his mind, causing his cock to be stiff on an almost
continual basis and for all the fact that he had clicked with Will on every
possible level, there was no way that he could possibly allow their
relationship to continue. In the cold light that hindsight brings, it had
been a foolish mistake – a reckless blunder that may well have cost him his
career. As it was, he had been damn lucky – the young, winsome Dutchman had
turned out to be working at Red Heaven and was as such perhaps less of a
threat as a result. But the fact remained that Gareth had broken the rules
of his profession, had crossed the boundaries of the unwritten code that
binds all players, and hard as the decision was, he reluctantly accepted
that he must never, ever meet up with Will again. To do otherwise would be
to invite disaster and disgrace upon a career that at present showed only
real promise.
    `You alright, mate?' queried Todd Rankin, as they trudged off the pitch
after training that morning – seeing that the young striker appeared a
touch downcast.
    Gareth seemed able to buck himself up for a moment – evidently not
wishing to let on that his thoughts were on anything other on football.
`Yes, mate,' he smiled assuredly. `Yes, I'm fine!'
    `– Good,' the blond-haired skipper snapped. `Because between you and
me, I'm feeling fucking horny!'
    The youngster glanced down at the fellow's crotch, which Todd was busy
rubbing provocatively with his long, thick fingers. `You're always feeling
fucking horny!' he remarked, privately noting that sex with his skipper
would probably be the very best cure for his present frustration. `And to
think that everyone thinks you're happily married and all that crap!'
    Todd laughed – in a manner that was almost unpleasant. `Needs must, I
suppose,' he observed.
    A moment of thoughtful silence followed, as a couple of other lads
passed them by. `Todd,' began Gareth at last, glancing across at the
slightly shorter fellow. `Just before Christmas you said something about a
holiday in Aspen ...'
    The older fellow looked puzzled. `What about it?' he noted defensively.
    `You said you met a guy there ...'
    Todd stopped in his tracks, glancing around them as he did so. `You
tell anyone, Hicks and I swear –'
    `– I'm not gonna tell anyone!' he protested. `It's just ... it's just
I've met someone ...'
    `One of us?'
    `Er, no ...'
    Todd turned to walk off. `Drop him, mate!' he urged. `Drop him quick,
before you get burnt!'
    Gareth followed in his wake. `But he works in the team shop ...'
    The hunky skipper turned again to face him. `I don't care. I'm your
captain and I'm telling you to drop him ...'
    Shrugging his shoulders in recognition of his situation, the younger
fellow sighed heavily. `Okay,' he agreed – but with obvious reluctance – `I
promise I won't see him again.'
    Todd threw his arm round him. `Come on,' he urged, `let's get your mind
off this guy – whoever he is ...'
    That, of course, was the captain's way of saying that it was time to
strip off, jump in the showers and get hot and frisky amidst the streaming
water and bubbles – and it was an invitation that the youngster could
hardly refuse. After all, he knew only too well that Todd's loins were
pretty much some of the most appealing in the business and that his shaft
was only too eager to satisfy the yearning desires of a horny, younger
player like himself. As such, his own cock was already beginning to strain
at the prospect – with the beat of blood through his manly veins now
swelling his most intimate and private parts.
    They would have to be somewhat discrete to begin with – they didn't
want an audience on this occasion, after all – but by dragging their heels
the two men were able to ensure that the changing room was nigh on empty by
the time they entered the shower block. Consequently, their mannerisms were
distinctly innocent as they threw their heads beneath the showers and
lathered their arms and torsos – maintaining their distance throughout and
trying hard not to display too much physical evidence of excitement. Only
when they were absolutely sure that they were alone – when the remaining
lads had shouted their goodbyes and an eerie calm had silenced the room –
did their eyes finally fall upon each other, and even then there was a
moment's hesitation, as neither appeared willing to be seen to make the
very first move.
    Finally, Todd edged himself forward – a twinkle in his dark eye and a
pulsing in his cock suggestive of a wanton nature that craved only to be
satisfied. `I think you need to bend down, boy and suck my dick!' he
insisted forcefully.
    Gareth stiffened at the suggestion, but he gave a fleeting tease all
the same. `Really ...?' he grinned.
    `You've been a bad boy, haven't you? And you need to make amends ...'
    The young football star needed no further encouragement. A second or
two later and he had fallen to his knees so that his captain's thick,
throbbing cock-head was tightening in his face – its scarlet helmet,
flushed with blood, poking its way desperately from beneath the taut fold
of skin. Not that the prepuce remained undisturbed for long, for Gareth
almost immediately grasped hold of the aching member and began to pull up
and down on its length. As a result, the sticky, engorged head bobbed in
and out of its snug-fitting coat – dripping a mix of water and pre-cum as
it did so. Such close visible inspection on the part of the youngster was
soon replaced by more oral appreciation, however, and gazing upwards with
his light-brown, doe-like eyes, the striker opened his hungry mouth so as
to engulf the end of his skipper's over-ample man-rod.
    An almost hesitant and dainty sip of flesh was quickly followed by a
much healthier, sterner gasp, as Gareth sank slowly down on the iron pole
that raged from Todd's neatly-trimmed groin. The salty pike slipped deeper
and deeper into his throat, whilst his own cock pounded away in relish of
the sweet encounter, clearly wishing that it was receiving the same sort of
attention as its slightly larger counterpart. Not that the steady ooze of
pre-cum from its end could really be seen, for the steamy deluge from above
was such that any juicy, bodily secretions were pretty much lost.
    Except, of course, for those spunky issues that were presently lapping
upon Gareth's young, skilful tongue – which was now bevearing away around
Todd's broad piss-hole, savouring the tasty products of those plump, shaved
balls. Indeed, it was that pair of boyish-looking cum-makers that next
attracted the striker's keen attention, as he trailed his tip with
provocative pleasure along the underside of his captain's broad-beam.
Moments later and he was licking the hairless orbs – enjoying the unusually
smooth skin around those tender glands and pondering the richness that
swirled around inside them. He sucked one into his greedy orifice – which
in itself caused Todd to arch his back in pleasure and to fall against the
wall of white tiles behind – before spinning it round and then popping it
back out so as to enable him to do exactly the same with the other.
Finally, he desperately opened his jaws to their widest extent, in a bid to
try and pull both nads between his lips simultaneously. It seemed a
near-impossible task, but by hook or by crook the eager youngster was
determined to succeed, and with some manner of contortion he soon found his
mouth crammed with both succulent meat-balls. His captain, meantime,
exclaimed his pleasure in the most basic of manners, urging the lad to wank
his cock that little bit harder – an invitation that a horny bastard like
Gareth Hicks did not ever need to hear repeated.
    Ultimately, however, Todd ached to fuck that prime butt-hole of
Gareth's – to repay the complement that he himself had received shortly
after the star striker had arrived at Brandon Park. As such, the two
god-like guys now slipped out of the showers and headed across to the
benches on the other side of the room. Their cocks were still raging with
desire, their breath still short from the previous moments of passion, but
that did not stop them from kissing with open mouths – Gareth catching the
older lad's rough stubble as they did so. It was a manful sensation that
seemed only to encourage the striker to an even greater degree than before,
and wrapping his arms around his skipper's neck, he lowered himself down
onto a towel that lay across one of the benches – raising his legs upwards
so as to reveal that sweet little rose-bud that lay between his smooth,
firm bum cheeks.
    He imagined – and of course hoped –  that Todd would respond in kind by
fucking the living daylights out of him at this point, but that was not
quite how things immediately worked out. For instead of reaching into his
hold-all for a rubber, the skipper pulled out a small bottle of coke –
which he proceeded to shake up and down with some noted gusto.
    `What the fuck are you doing?' Gareth bemused, thinking he was taking a
break.
    Todd grinned – his handsome face clearly relishing the dominance that
he possessed – but he did not reply. Rather he spat directly down onto the
striker's scarlet crack and began to work the luscious slit with his
fingers – an act that could naturally do little but excite the younger lad.
Yet his present arousal was nothing compared to what was to come, for the
bottle-blond had one very big surprise for his colleague and easing the
bottle to the lips of that tender love-hole, the captain opened the crack
sufficiently enough to accommodate the surge of fizz that he was about to
unleash.
    `Now lie back and relax ...' he whispered, before cracking open the seal
and forcing the plastic through the gap.
    The coke bubbled and popped in Gareth's rectum – as the lad himself
squealed with obvious delight. `Oh fuck!' he cried – new as he was to the
experience. `Oh God, that's good. Shit ...oh, fuck!!'
    Such expletives only continued as Todd removed the bottle, slipped his
head down and then proceeded to feltch the recess with his greedy tongue.
After all, the feel of his team-mate poking and prodding his ring was
enough to stimulate in itself, but the fact that the pop continued to fizz
inside his guts served only to add to the kick. No wonder then that he
should be verging on near-frenzy by the time that Todd decided to finally
replace his tongue with his cock – now fully sheathed and ready to give
that shit-hole the sort of pounding that would hopefully help Gareth forget
all about some outsider he had happened to meet.
    The butt was already sufficiently stretched by the bottle-head to
ensure that it opened up like a flower  and before either fellow had chance
to think, Todd's seven-and-a-half inches were pummelling the passage like
an old acquaintance. Truth was, this was the very first time that the
skipper had buggered the youngster, but it would have been hard for anyone
to guess, for their passion appeared raw and unaffected, with the older
lad's hairless balls slapping against Gareth's flesh with well-oiled
precision. And with each bold smack of skin, the air seemed to get warmer
and closer – so that the two of them were soon gasping for breath and
crying out in such shameless fashion that surely anyone within fifty yards
could hear them.
    Such a frank, sexual crescendo could result in only one thing and it
came a few seconds after Todd had retracted his hard cock from the moist,
juicy hollow below. Whipping away the condom, he grunted a great wad of cum
from the end of his knob – a bolt of cream that looked so ferocious that it
had surely welled from the very bottom of his balls. As a result, it shot
right over Gareth's broad, muscular shoulder and trailed itself along the
wooden bench beyond – with such power that the younger star could almost
have sworn that he had heard the thud as it fell to earth. A second
explosion then rippled from the same source – only this one skimmed across
Gareth's smooth chest, before rolling generously down his side. Then a
third and fourth eruption followed, as the near-endless flow of cum bubbled
from Todd's staff, whilst the youngster smeared some of the said jizz over
his body, before using the same hand to wank his own cock – the spunk
serving as added lubrication.
    Needless to say, the skipper had only just finished giving the lad a
hearty cum-bath, when Gareth himself found his own balls teetering on the
brink of a joyous discharge. The sperm fermented at the base of his
beautiful cock – his sac tightening as it did so – and a moment or so later
a grand ball of fresh, silky love-juice bellowed up to his chest, forming a
bountiful spunk-cocktail between his dark, erect nipples. A second burst
followed almost immediately in its wake, and the fine salvo continued with
a succession of similar emissions, until at last the shaft was spent of its
salty riches. By then, of course, cum was dripping everywhere – from the
end of both their knob-ends, from the sides of Gareth's muscled torso, from
the bench below ... falling in great globs onto the deep terracotta
floor-tiles and mixing with the coke that had previously been spilt. Not
that either of our two hunky footballers had to worry about wiping up after
themselves – after all, City employed more than enough boot-boys to deal
with the excesses of these more experienced stars!
    They took a further shower – lathering their brawny, tanned,
Adonis-like frames once again in the process – before leaving the training
ground looking almost as though they didn't even know the meaning of the
word sodomy, never mind the actual mechanics! Only a final warning on
Todd's part concerning Will Brandt, as the pair walked towards their
respective cars, gave any indication that things were any different –
though the skipper's advice appeared to do little but remind the young lad
of what he had reluctantly agreed to sacrifice and left him feeling
decidedly downcast as he sped off down the road. For all the hot sex that
he had just enjoyed with Todd, there was part of him that yearned for
something meaningful, something consequential in his life – something,
indeed, that the likes of Todd Rankin would never, ever be able to provide
him with.
    He returned home – but he could not settle. All he could think about
was the young Dutchman – of whom he knew precious little, if he was exactly
honest, but who had still appeared to impact upon his seemingly
impenetrable life all the same. He watched afternoon telly – but Will still
played on his mind. He surfed the internet – but found himself trawling
porn sites, which simply left him stiffer than ever and longing for the
attention that he knew only too well that Will could provide. He trained on
his exercise bike, but found himself pondering what other forms of exertion
he could instead be engaged in (with Will, naturally). Everything he did
pointed towards this handsome, cock-stiffening stranger, and just at that
particular moment the young footballer felt like the loneliest man on the
planet. For all his fame and glamour and success, nothing appeared enough
to compensate for the fact that he could not have the one person that he
had met whom he really wanted.
    Finally he could stand it no longer, and jumping into his car, he sped
like some sort of crazed speed-merchant back into the city. The light was
rapidly beginning to fade, but pulling up in Brandon Road (in full view of
the entrance to Red Heaven), he just knew that he had to try and catch Will
as he finished work that day (at half-five, he presumed). Sadly, his
celebrity-status was such that he was unable to just step into the shop and
speak to the man – even donning shades would not be enough to prevent some
eager fan from recognising him. Instead, he was forced to peer keenly
through the windscreen into the darkness beyond – hoping to God that he
would spot the youngster before the fellow slipped away into the frosty
night. It was a gamble, he realised, but it was one worth taking. Will
Brandt, after all, was quite simply fucking gorgeous – and for all his
earlier promises to Todd, there was no way that someone like Gareth Hicks
was going to give up on him without some sort of fight.
    Half-five came and went – but Will still did not show. Twenty to six ...
and Gareth was slowly beginning to slip into sad recognition that this was
one plan that wasn't to work out. As such, he sank back in the seat,
switched on the engine and glanced mournfully into his wing mirror to check
that the road was clear before he pulled away.
    Just at that very moment, however, who should he see through the corner
of his eye but the very fellow he had been waiting all this time to meet –
his orange backpack across his shoulder and a black woolly hat over his
short, brown hair. Immediately, the soccer-star turned the engine off and
jumped from the car. `Hi-ya,' he called out – perhaps forgetting for a
moment that anyone might recognise him in the process.
    Will glanced back, but seemed hesitant as to what his response should
be. ` ...Hello, there ...' he finally stuttered.
    `You want a lift?' Gareth smiled.
    The youngster stepped forward – his uncertainty clearly apparent. He
liked the footballer a lot – a hell of a lot, in fact. But meeting him was
again surreal and the look on his sweet, young face was such that he
expected to wake up at any moment.
    `Were you waiting for me?' he quipped inquisitively – unable to believe
that the great and mighty Gareth Hicks would ever be interested in an
ordinary soul like himself.
    The star looked flustered – unsure of whether to be honest. `Well, no ...
I mean, well ... yes ...'
    `Funnily enough, I have been thinking of you today, also,' Will
admitted. `It's somehow hard not to when there is great big photographs of
you all around the shop!'
    The Dutchman did not have to say anything else. The connection was
made, and before either had chance to think too much about it, the Alfa
Romeo was speeding back down the road, negotiating the rush-hour traffic
that marked that time of day.
    There was little opportunity for talking as they stepped back into
Gareth's rented house. As had been the case before, their animal instincts
were very much on overdrive at this point – their hearts pounding, their
eyes dilated, their breathing laboured, their cocks hard and throbbing –
and as soon as the front door was closed behind them, they were again
sucking away at each others' faces like their very lives depended on it.
Todd Rankin's warnings appeared to count for nothing now, and slipping on
into the living room, their clothes were quickly peeled away from their
firm, manly frames.
    Gareth fell back onto the sofa at this point, so that seven-and-a-half
inches of solid cock pointed invitingly before the youngster – an
invitation that Will could hardly refuse. After all, who was to say how
many more times he would get this sort of opportunity? Gareth Hicks was a
famous footballer, who would unquestionably use him for just as long as he
so desired (and not a day longer). As such, he knew he had to make the most
of every such opportunity, and falling to his knees, he began to worship
that stiff, moist staff and those fuzzy, swollen balls, trailing his
searching tongue around those most intimate parts of the young man's body.
    He still could not quite believe that this was happening to him – that
he was licking and sucking the genitals of one of the most celebrated
soccer-stars of their time – but the pulse of flesh in his mouth and the
winsome smile on Gareth's lips bore testimony to the fact that this was
indeed reality. As for his own cock – well that was as rigid as it had
perhaps ever been, with an end that was oozing pre-cum and which seemed in
real danger of bursting at the seams. Fortunately, his lover appeared well
aware of his condition, and encouraged him to straddle his body so that the
two of them were now in sixty-nine position. As such, the pair were in
complete union – their knobs sliding in and out of each other's mouths, as
they savoured the spunky, bubbly froth that both appeared to be producing
in abundance.
    Grunts and groans of near-desperation rumbled from their throats, as
the sweetness trickled happily down their gullets, but both fine specimens
were aware that this was not quite the full consummation that they yearned
for. Indeed, Gareth was already beginning to turn his attention to Will's
tight, hairy hole, lapping on his balls and tickling up towards that
scarlet ring. Seconds on and a probing finger was etching its way inside –
preparing the ground for when he would push his engorged cock inside
instead. After all, that was what he now wanted more than anything, and
calling on his friend to turn around, he slipped a rubber over his manhood
in anticipation of the ride to come.
    They kissed – a passionate, open-mouthed, slobbery kiss and the sort
that possibly neither had never, ever exchanged with anyone else – before
Will grabbed hold of the base of the sheathed member and began to lower
himself down upon it, lubed as he was by Gareth's creamy spit. Slowly he
worked himself down onto the spike – gritting his teeth for a few moments
as it pushed deeper into his bowels, before the pain gradually transformed
itself to pleasure. His hoop opened and flourished, and falling forwards
onto the star's muscular shoulders, he gazed down into Gareth's hazel eyes,
perhaps wishing there and then that this moment of passion might last
forever and that the love they now shared might somehow continue for the
rest of their natural lives.
    It was with a full, lingering, meaningful stride that Will powered
himself on that weapon – his arse-hole taking every inch of flesh so that
his rump slapped firmly onto Gareth's lap. But the feverish desire that
each lad felt for the other meant that their carnality could never last as
long as they wanted it to. Both held themselves back from the brink on
several occasions, but ultimately Will found himself unable to refrain from
rubbing his own erect shaft, whist the footballer's meaty legs quivered in
anticipation of his own, sticky release. Little would need to be said or
done by either party to force the other to eruption, and Gareth's ultimate
admission that he was about to do just that was enough to send the first
spume's of Will's young cream high into the close, heavy air. Seconds later
and a thick trail of cum was splattered across Gareth's chin and shoulder,
whilst the older lad himself displayed his apparent contentment by firing a
full batch of man-milk into the rubber he was sporting.
    Upon completion of his own wet fury, however, the Dutchman could not
help but look a little shell-shocked – embarrassed as he was to see his
hero plastered in the produce of his own sweaty groin. `I'm sorry ...' he
gasped, unsure as to whether to laugh or cry. `I did not mean to –'
    But Gareth shushed him. `Don't worry. I liked it,' he smiled. `In fact,
I loved it. Now – just kiss me ...'
    Will's heart almost missed a beat at the man's charmed ease, but he did
not hesitate to carry out the young man's wishes – lapping at his own cum
before drawing onto Gareth's hungry mouth. Then they hugged – a expressive,
almost profound hug, that seemed only to underline the real affection that
each already felt for the other – before the two of them kissed once more
and then slowly slipped apart.
    Just at that moment, it really did seem that nothing could stop them
from engaging in a full blown relationship. Whether that would be possible,
given their circumstances, however, remained yet to be seen ...