Date: Thu, 14 Mar 2002 11:03:23 +0000 (GMT)
From: Steve Rose <cutrose40@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Soccer Sensation 14

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.

Do not read this if you are under the legal age for
accessing adult sites.

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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