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Lucas raised his hand and blew the whistle signaling the end of training. I was the first to reach him, and he handed me a bottle of water. I drank while looking around at the small field. Two rows of benches surrounded it, all empty at the moment. The field was illuminated by large lampposts during the night.
“Cheer on,” Lucas said. Lucas was the captain of the team. He had hurt his ankle a while ago in a game. The foul play had been committed by a guy named Ricardo. So Lucas decided to wait a few more days before playing again, although he looked healed.
“Today was not my day,” I said. I sat down beside him. We played seven against seven, and I lost. The other guys were reaching us.
“You suck,” Felipe said to me. “Can’t hit the net if your life depended on it.”
“I can hit your face, shithead.”
The other guys looked at each other, some sighed.
“Because of you we lost the last game,” Lucas said to Felipe. I snorted, while Felipe seethed.
“I made one mistake.”
“Which led to our team losing. One mistake is all it takes. That is why we train. That is why it’s okay for Bruno to make mistakes while training, so he can get better.” The captain knew how to put every one in their place. The real name of the team was Galaxy. But we referred to it as Blue, Blue the team, and Blue the players.
Our rivals were the Red, or Redwave. We lived in a small town, and it seemed we could only afford time and people for no more than two teams.
We headed to our showers in the local gymnasium. The Blue had their own showers, and so did the Red. We never went to theirs, and they never came to ours. Lucas and I shared one shower.
Felipe walked up to us, naked, dick dangling. He was white, tall and lean, with brown hair.
“I didn’t mean to be a jackass. Sorry.” He flashed a smile, and I shook his hand.
Lucas was glad to see it. He had a pale baby face and his body was short and bulky, but he had impressive body hair. From neck to feet, he was like a gorilla, and the muzzle between his legs was almost comical. He didn’t care, though. He enjoyed being hairy.
When I was dressing up, Lucas was putting on red boxer briefs right beside me. Maybe he didn’t like shaving because the hair made his bulge look full.
As he walked past me, I slapped his butt, and he smiled.
“Look, the twins are telling a story, let’s go,” he said.
The twins were Vince and Victor. They had long hair, slender bodies and dark skin, and they weren’t dressed yet, their cocks semi-hard.
Around them, the others listened and laughed. The story was about a girl they had shared. She had a boyfriend, but they fucked her anyway. They sent her back to her boyfriend stretched and creamed.
By the time they finished, their cocks were hard, and they weren’t the only ones. But Felipe doubted the part where the girl said she would show her boyfriend.
“Some guys are into that,” Vince said, smiling.
I had glanced at Lucas many times during the tale, but at that moment, our eyes met for a split second.
“I saw you looking at me,” Lucas said later. He was giving me a lift home. “During Vince and Victor’s story.”
He caught me off guard. “What, no, dude…”
Lucas snorted. “I felt like a had a big pair of horns all of a sudden. Those two idiots knew exactly what they were doing.”
“But…it looked like you enjoyed the story too.”
“Yeah…I kind of pictured the girl in the story as my girl. Don’t tell the guys.”
“Seriously?” I asked. He nodded. “Alright.” To each their own.
“Stop smiling. I’m serious. Made me want to jerk off,” he said, and then began to laugh at my reaction. “Every one wanted to do it too. Even you.” He grabbed his bulge. The fact that I was looking didn’t bother him. “You wanna look?” he asked me.
“Fuck you,” I said, shaking my head. Lucas laughed louder.
“Okay, okay, just kidding.”
After a while, I adjusted myself in the seat. I ignored his smile.
Next day, after the showers, Lucas accidentally bumped his ass against my crotch. His ass felt smooth and tight, bigger than most girls I knew. “Sorry, bro,” he said.
“No problem.”
It happened twice the next day. Each time, he would press himself a longer period of time. It was no accident. Even with the guys somewhere in the showers, Lucas was not afraid. I pushed him away once because Vince showed up. I turned my back because of my hard cock. When Vince was gone, I ground against Lucas some more. My cock was getting squished by his buttocks and making me shake with pleasure.
“Hey, let me do it too.”
“What?” I said. He turned me around and rubbed against me. Just a little. We laughed it off. But I let him do it again in the parking lot, since it was dark and the others were not around.
“Keep quiet,” he said, pushing me against the car. He pulled down my shorts a little, so his cock was really warm against my buttcheeks.
“Now it’s my turn,” I said. Lucas agreed. He pulled down his shorts completely, showing me his hairy ass.
“You don’t have to do it with your underwear. Take it off.”
“Nah. I’m good.”
He smiled.
“Dude, you’re already…okay, whatever,” he said. I was tempted to pull out completely, but resisted. I just kept grinding. We only stopped because of some voices nearby. “Let’s do it in the car.” Inside the car, I was more inclined to pull it out.
He jerked me off while he drove me home. When he was done with me, I agreed to do him too. His cock was smaller, but very thick, and the hair was overflowing. We began to do it every day after training. Once, I smelled my hand after, and was taken aback by the heavy muskiness. It smelled like cock. It was like a punch in the face.
“Man, stop pretending,” Lucas said when he saw my face. “You’re telling yourself you should hate it, so you can’t enjoy it. Just enjoy it.”
He grabbed his cock for a while and then told me to smell the hand.
“Much better, huh?” he asked. It was true, the smell got better each time I tried it.
I began to ask him to come inside the house. My parents were okay with Lucas. He was a long-time friend. However, my mom almost caught us once, when Lucas was sucking my ass. We heard her steps and barely had time to dress up. My face was burning. I thought I was too old to feel ashamed of my mom, but there I was.
“Dude, my dad is almost never home,” Lucas said. “You can do it there.”
“We should stop,” I cut him. “I mean, what is this? We look like two fags.”
Lucas didn’t offer again, and we didn’t touch each other for the rest of the night. I kept thinking about apologizing but holding myself back, until it was too late and Lucas was sleeping soundly on the mattress below.
On Saturdays, the training happened by day. I was pretty excited. Lucas trained as well, his ankle didn’t act up and he declared himself healed. But he was not going to play on Sunday against the Red
Lucas later told me in the showers. “You really progressed these last few days.”
“Really?”
“Shit, can’t you tell? Everyone is impressed.”
I looked around, then grabbed his dick, giving it a good squeeze.
“No, dude. We look like two fags.”
He left me standing there like an idiot.
I passed him by in silence while he was dressing up and, as I was leaving the showers, he asked me if I wasn’t going with him. I refused and walked home.
I thought I was rid of him for the rest of the day, but he showed up at lunch, and my mom fed him with food and attention. He complimented me again in front of my whole family, which made my father express his delight very loudly, and he even got my grandpa excited to the game. Grandpa had played for the Blue back in the day.
Lucas met my eyes for a moment, and I smiled. My captain.
“Let’s go up to my room,” I said. “Play a game or something.”
We laid down on the bed, and after a few grabs and touches, we pulled out and jerked each other. We had a little sword fight.
“Yours is bigger,” he said. “It’s not fair.”
We were both very hard, and he was fondling the cocks together, rubbing skin and veins.
“Listen,” he said suddenly, “I need to go now. Come to my dad’s house tonight.”
I sighed, twirling a finger around his dark muzzle.
“I’ll be there.”
The night was chill, no training to pump the blood, so I wore my custom Blue hoodie.
Lucas lived in a big house with his dad. But the dad was rarely home. Most of the time, Lucas had the house all to himself. The gate was open. Inside, Lucas’s car, a blue beauty, rested in the garage, but there was another one. A red car.
Instead of going in, I appreciated the car for a few minutes. I was pretty sure it was brand-new.
The house’s front door opened, Lucas stepped out. Weirdly, he wore our team’s uniform.
“Come on in.”
“Is your dad here?”
“Just come on in. I’ll explain.”
The car wasn’t his dad’s. There was someone else there. The guy looked like Ricardo, but it couldn’t be Ricardo.
Ricardo was Redwave’s captain.
Ricardo was the guy who hurt his ankle.
Ricardo was the guy who fucked Lucas’s girlfriend.
But it was Ricardo.
Resting on the couch, beer in hand. At first glance, I mistook his red shirt for the Redwave uniform, because he was also the captain of that team, but it was just a red shirt.
Comfortably sprawled, he turned his big nose to me, giving me a sharp smile on that sharp face.
“Sit down,” Lucas said. His cool voice didn’t match the disquiet inside of me. “I’ll grab you a beer. Want another one?” He asked Ricardo, who nodded and slapped Lucas’s butt as he passed.
Lucas looked at me, as if to see how I would react. That slap looked like the ones we give each other in the showers.
I sat as far away from Ricardo as I could.
“You must be confused,” he said. His hair was messy and pushed back, and his face had a shadow beard. His eyes were almost black, glinting. “Lucas and I. We worked some things out. We’re cool.”
“That’s…good. You got a new car.”
“Yeah, did you like it? I might give you a ride later.”
I frowned, but let it go. Where the hell was Lucas? He was taking too long.
Lucas showed up finally with our beer.
“I’m glad you came, dude,” Lucas said.
“But why?” I said. For a split second, I recalled my previous assumptions about this visit.
“Just to hang out.”
“Cool.” The moment we were alone, I would say my piece to him. He better have a good explanation.
Ricardo gulped down his beer, I sipped mine. He talked about his recent break-up while I mostly watched how he and Lucas really seemed close. Then, the topic changed abruptly to our next game.
“Excited for tomorrow?” Lucas asked.
“Good luck to you,” Ricardo said before I could answer.
“I don’t need your luck,” I said.
Ricardo chuckled.
“You guys lost last game, and this time you don’t have Lucas. You need all the luck you can get.”
“We don’t have him because of you.”
“Relax, man,” Lucas said.
I snapped my eyes at Lucas and then turned away, feeling my chest burn. Lucas had all the reasons to hate this guy. Why was I the only one who saw the problem?
I tried sipping my beer again and realized it was all gone.
“I’m gonna get you another one.”
As he passed, Ricardo slapped him again. That time, his fingers caught in the shorts, pulling it down a little, showing that Lucas had no underwear. His buttcheeks were white and hairy. Lucas quickly covered himself, not looking back.
Ricardo moved closer to me. “I wanna be cool with you, Bruno. We never spoke a lot because of this whole…soccer situation.” Ricardo said.
“I’m cool.”
“Come on, don’t be stubborn. I’m not trying to piss you off. You seem like a nice guy. This town is too damn small for us to act like enemies all the time.”
“I don’t buy it,” I said. “I mean, you fucked Lucas’s girlfriend.”
“If he’s not angry, why would you be?”
He got me there. “I don’t know.”
Ricardo thought that funny.
“There are some things you don’t know.”
“What the fuck does that mean?”
“Relax, relax.” He put a hand behind my shoulder. “Let’s just pretend you don’t know what’s going on.”
“I don’t.”
“So stubborn. Lucas told me everything, you know.”
My eyes widened. I was just about to strangle him, but his eyes went down and I followed them. Big mistake.
We spent a few long seconds in that position, him caressing my neck while I looked at the big erection in his pants. It didn’t look like he was wearing any underwear either.
“Touch it.”
“I don’t…want to,” I said.
“Just a little scratching. Help a guy out, come on, before Lucas gets back.”
Lucas was taking his sweet time.
“Maybe I should go and see if he needs help.”
“No, I need help. Look at it. I can see how much you want it.”
Shit, what was wrong with me?
“Just a scratch?”
He nodded.
I touched Ricardo’s shorts, right on top of the hard bulge. I got the feeling I was touching a big rock. I went down to his balls. I squished them lightly, and he sighed.
“Take a sniff. I bet your hand smell good,” he said. Shit, did Lucas really tell this cocky bastard that I liked the smell? My hand carried an agonizing scent which made my eyes flutter when I inhaled.
I got away from him suddenly. I wanted to wipe out that smile off his face.
“Again?” he said.
“No chance.”
“Very stubborn. I like that.”
When Lucas came back with the beer a long time later, he acted as if he had taken no time at all.
Ricardo raised himself.
“You wait here,” Ricardo said to me. “Come on to your room, Lucas.”
Lucas and I shared a look.
“What the hell is he talking about?” I asked. But Lucas shrugged.
“Wait here,” Ricardo told me again.
“You don’t fucking tell me what to do,” I said.
“Bruno, just…trust me, man. Obey,” my captain said.
“Obey?” I whispered, but they were gone.
When Lucas showed up again, with Ricardo at his heels, his cheeks were pink, his hair was tousled and disarranged, and there was some wet marks on the front of the blue uniform, some white goo still there. I took a deep breath.
“What the fuck did you do?” I asked.
Lucas blushed even harder.
“If you wanna know…come back tomorrow, after the game. Otherwise, just forget about it.”
I stared at Lucas.
“What did you do, man?”
“You heard him,” Lucas said.
I left his house confused, with the biggest erection of my entire life.
The game happened in a sunny and windy day. Eleven players for each team. Lucas was not included. He was sitting down next to his father, my family not so far from them. It seemed like the town had shown up, the benches almost filled.
My team was blue and white, the opponent, red and black.
Felipe served as the captain for the match and went up to the judge, to toss up the coin and see who would start with the ball. Ricardo was the other captain. They both looked up as the coin was tossed. Felipe won. Ricardo looked at me as he walked back, he might have winked.
The field was bare, red and dusty, with a few puddles of water spread out. Not at all professional. But it was what our small town had to offer. We made do.
It took ten minutes for our team to score, and twenty more for the Red’s to even out. The first half of the game ended with both teams feeling a bit frustrated. Lucas came to talk to us.
“We’re going to win,” he said, as if he were playing too. “We’re doing way better than them. It’s the finalization we’re messing up.” He turned to me. “Why the hell aren’t you kicking the ball into the net? Stop passing to Felipe all the time, Bruno. You can do this.”
I nodded while avoiding to look into his face. I felt deep down that he was right. Lucas was my captain, he wanted me to win, I shouldn’t doubt that.
“Yeah, I’m the one who’s not doing good,” Felipe said. He smiled, but he was probably hurt from Lucas’s lack of attention to him.
“No, dude.” Lucas held his arm. “They know Bruno is not used to be on the offensive, they expect you to always get the ball, that’s why they’re stopping you.”
“Alright,” Felipe gave me a look. “Let’s do this.”
An hour later, we were laughing in the showers. Felipe, the twins, Lucas and all the others were screaming, singing, cursing our opponents. I scored three times in the second half of the game. My teammates were treating me like a star. And all the way to the showers, I could not forget how my family had screamed, how Ricardo’s face darkened like an angry cloud.
Lucas gave me a ride home, so I could dress up and then we would go together to the place where we were going to spend the night, celebrating.
“What about Ricardo?” I mustered the courage to ask. “Don’t you have plans?”
“Not today.” Lucas was smiling. “Did you see his face?”
I had many more questions, but I let them go. I didn’t want to ruin the mood.
“He really thought he was going to win.”
We celebrated in a rented house with a pool and a lot of alcohol, like we usually did after a victory. Loads of people were invited, even some rivals. Ricardo wasn’t there. The night became a blur of drinking, dancing and laughing with friends.
When I was drunk enough, I jumped in the pool with Lucas right behind me. We had the pool to ourselves. My hand brushed his cock a few times below the water. It grew hard and stayed that way.
“You’re gonna make me cum in the pool,” he said. I laughed. Then, after a single long breath, I decided to confront him.
“Maybe I should stop and let you go ask your new buddy instead.”
Lucas snorted.
“Don’t be like that. He told me what you did. You got a feel of it, didn’t you?”
I shrugged.
“You and I,” Lucas continued. “We’re friends. But with him…it’s something else. Something about how we are supposed to hate each other…not because of what he did to me, but because he’s from our rival team. That’s why he wants me to wear our team’s uniform. I know how it looks. It looks bad. Like I’m a traitor. But you could’ve snitched on me. You could’ve left my house the moment you saw him. Instead, you stayed and obeyed. Because it felt good, didn’t it?” I didn’t know what to say, so I let him keep talking. “He keeps saying a lot of crazy stuff about how we…our team…we are weaker and we crave for cock. It’s crazy talk, but it works on me. Does it work on you too?”
I kept my silence, but Lucas grabbed my cock below the water and smiled.
“Yeah, he got you too. Come tomorrow night,” Lucas said.
“I don’t know, man.”
“Why not?”
There just seemed to be so many good reasons why not.
“It’ll be fun,” Lucas promised.
“I don’t think…I don’t want to get in the way of anything.”
“How so?”
“I don’t think Ricardo wants me there,” I said.
“You think he doesn’t like you? What is there not to like?” He said that very close to my ear. I even looked around to see if anyone caught that. Lucas was smiling. “Relax, my man. You’re my friend.”
“Are you sure I should come?”
“I’m begging you. Just be sure to wear your uniform.”
My cock wanted to shoot inside the pool just thinking about it.
No amount of headache and hang-over made me change my mind the next day.
“I’m going to Lucas’s,” I said to my dad in the living room. “Gonna be late.”
“Still celebrating?” he asked. I smiled.
But when I stepped out my house, I saw the red car. As I got closer, the window went down, and Ricardo waved.
“Get in.”
I looked around and then hopped inside.
“What is this?”
“Nothing, just wanna give you ride.” He looked me over in a way that made me self-conscious. “What about the uniform?”
“Under the jacket.”
“You’re supposed to wear the shorts too,” Ricardo said. We stared at each other for a while. “Go put it on.”
“You’re shitting me.”
But he wasn’t. The way he was telling me what to do was infuriating…but it had another kind of effect too. I quickly left the car, looked around again, and went up to my room to put my shorts on.
I came back to the car.
“I thought you would be happy to display that uniform after the game.”
I knew he was salty about it.
“It would be hard to explain,” I said.
He started the car and we were on our way. He kept glancing at me.
“This is not the right way,” I said.
“Isn’t it? Oh. My bad.” He snickered. “I want to give you a long ride.” He gave his bulge a grab, and checked to see if I was looking. I was. “You can take it off now. The jacket, and the pants. There’s nobody here but me.”
“What, here? Right now?”
He nodded. I shook my head, looking out the window. It was absurd. I took off my jacket, then my pants. I could not hide the big tent forming in the middle, not even putting a hand on top. And Ricardo slapped my hand away and filled his hand with my cock.
“You’re into it…” he told me.
I said nothing.
He gave me a ride through town.
“Congratulations on the win. Lucas was right about you.”
Ricardo really wasn’t letting the game go. I recalled the frustration in his face when the game was over. No winking then. I had to smile.
“Thank you.”
“You gotta learn a few lessons, though. I’m gonna be happy to teach them to you.”
It sounded ominous. He grabbed my cock one more time, and I sighed. I caressed his fingers. He let go after a moment.
“Honestly, I thought you would be harder to crack. I’m glad.”
I blushed. He made me face him by grabbing my chin, then bit his lower lip, smiling sideways.
“Lucas told me what you guys did in the pool Yesterday.” He sounded pleased with himself. My head snapped towards him. “I told you. He tells me everything.”
“He shouldn’t. He’s my friend.”
“When he’s being my bitch, he isn’t your friend anymore.”
“W-what? Does he know you call him that?”
That made him laugh.
“He begs for it. Now, let my finger you a little. Right here. Right now.”
“We’re in the middle of the town!”
“Nobody can see through the glass. Take off the shorts, just a little, and turn sideways.”
“It’s not happening.”
He just stared at me, not mad, but smiling. Fuck him.
I turned my body to the side over one thigh. He violently pulled down my shorts, exposing my butt. In a instant, he was groping my buttcheeks. Pulling them apart, he put a finger towards my crack. He pressed the tip in my hole and circled it. I pushed back on his finger, and he forced it inside. I closed my eyes. It was dry and painful, it burned.
“Oh fuck, my ass,” I whined.
“Eventually,” he said, laughing.
Later, I pulled up my shorts, face burning, eyes unable to meet his.
We finally arrived at Lucas’s. Lucas himself opened the gates for us. As I left the car, I got a slap on my butt. Lucas saw it, but didn’t comment on it.
“Hey, dude. Glad you came.” Lucas grabbed my neck and walked me inside, Ricardo right behind us.
We sat down in the living room again. Lucas served us beer, and Ricardo got salty when we began to talk about the game.
“Why don’t you two undress a little?” Ricardo said. Lucas and I stared at each other.
Lucas was the first one to act, removing only the shorts. “The shirt always stays on,” he told me. He was wearing a jockstrap, which could not contain his hard dick, overflowing towards his belly. He turned his amazingly hairy ass to Ricardo, who smiled at me.
“He’s a good bitch boy.”
“Thanks, sir.”
“Which do you prefer, Lucas. Bitch boy or cock slut?”
“Bitch boy, sir.”
I stared at them wide-eyed.
“You call him sir?”
“You will too.”
I shook my head.
“Dude…how…I can’t…” I was breathing quickly now.
“You either obey or leave.” Ricardo was smiling. “Come on. I really want you to stay, though.”
“You do?” I asked.
“Fuck, yeah. Seeing you play Yesterday made me so horny.”
I shut my eyes really tight, rubbing my temples. Then I got up and took off my shorts. I was not wearing jockstrap, just black boxer briefs.
“Too bad they’re not blue,” Ricardo said. Lucas laughed. Ricardo came closer and groped my ass. His grip was tight and hard. I moaned. “I already love making you moan.”
“Thanks.”
“Call me sir…come on, say it. Just by my ear, just for me.” He bit my ear. I shuddered.
“Okay…sir.”
My cock was pressed against his belly, so he felt the jolt.
We spent a few more minutes hanging around the living room, but Ricardo was in the middle now, both hands extended to our thighs. Lucas went ahead and felt his cock, and Ricardo didn’t say anything, so I assumed I could too. All the while, we talked about normal things, so the whole situation felt like a fever dream.
“Let’s hang out in my room,” Lucas offered.
Ricardo nodded.
The bed was big, and Ricardo jumped on it first, taking hold of both white pillows. Ignoring this, Lucas closed the window and began a search through a drawer of a wardrobe while we watched curiously. He found what he was looking for and turned to me. He was holding a blue jockstrap.
“Ha! Perfect.” Ricardo told me to wear it. I got naked in front of them, ashamed of my hard cock.
I put it on, but it could not hide my hard cock. I felt exposed with my bare ass in display. But it pleased Ricardo.
“Come on, both of you. Hug me.”
Lucas smiled at me, then went on ahead and jumped on top of Ricardo. They hugged and rolled around, groping each other. Very gay. I wanted it. Fortunately, they welcomed me. I was not only horny, but laughing too, having fun.
And it was just the beginning.
“Now you’ll get to see what I do to your captain almost every day.”
For the moment, I was put aside. I stood up beside the bed with a hard cock, prohibited to touch myself. Lucas knelt and prostrated himself on the bed, face against the pillow. Ricardo opened his asscheeks and spit inside. Spreading the spit with his tongue, he held Lucas in place when he began to shake.
He sucked the hole, making loud noises and slapping the buttocks. He ate my captain, a big fat hairy ass. Then, he positioned himself behind and thrust his lubed cock inside the entrance. As he relentlessly fucked my captain, we made eye contact. Lucas moaned; he was literally biting the pillow. They trembled with the shock of their bodies.
I wasn’t prepared for that. My body trembled, my legs, my lips, my cock. Oh no, I thought.
I looked down. My cock was still locked inside the jockstrap, but half of it was hanging out. The head began to gush out cum like a fountain, streaming down the length and onto the floor.
“Shit,” I said.
Ricardo was amazed.
“Look at that. He is cumming without hands, shit. That’s a first.”
I closed my eyes in shame. I couldn’t look at my captain. He was still getting pounded, and I had shot my load while watching.
“Come here, baby,” Ricardo said. There was something in his voice, so dangerous I didn’t even care about being called a baby. I went over and he grabbed my behind. And he kissed me.
Tongue. His tongue inside of me. The same tongue that sucked my captain’s ass. It was an open, delicious kiss. “You have nothing to be ashamed of.”
“I think I do.”
“You don’t.”
“Okay, sir.”
“Good…I think you deserve a treat.”
He stopped fucking Lucas. His ass was wide open when the cock slid out.
Ricardo laid down on the bed naked and opened his legs. In that position, I could truly see how big it was, bulging purple head, with hairy swollen balls. He grabbed the big balls and showed them to us.
“One for each.”
Lucas nodded to me, smiling. He still looked flushed from the fucking he got. He bent down again and put one ball in his mouth. I watched. Damn. Damn. Was I going to suck a ball? Would I ever?
I bent down slowly, getting close. The smells of sweaty cock, pubes and balls were the first thing to reach me, piercing and pungent. I gently licked the skin, just to see if I could really do it. But after the first lick came the second and the third. I put the ball in my mouth and quickly grew used to the taste. While his balls were getting sucked, Ricardo caressed my hair.
“You do both now,” Ricardo told me. Lucas smiled with pink cheeks and backed away. Then he sat down on Ricardo’s face and let him suck his ass.
I looked at the cock in front of me, drooling pre-cum. I had never sucked one, but after everything it didn’t seem a big deal. My mouth filled with water.
“No, just the balls,” Ricardo said. He had stopped pushing his tongue into Lucas and was looking at me. I nodded and sucked his balls. Both of them. I couldn’t put both of them inside, couldn’t fit.
Could someone get drunk in just a smell? Even after I stopped sucking, the smell lingered in my nostrils, just like the taste in my tongue.
I stopped because I was supposed to just watch today. Lucas mounted Ricardo like a cowboy on top of a violent bull. His ass engulfed the big cock, while his buttcheeks hit Ricardo’s thighs rapidly. When they needed a rest, they fucked slowly too.
I had to give it to them. The uniform did make things way better.
The next week had me advancing in my new role. I went home that day and went straight to my bedroom to jerk off. My family had no idea what had just happened, my friends had no idea while I trained with them…if my teammates knew, I would be dead. It was exhilarating. Every night, Ricardo picked me up in his car and fingered me. He brought special lube just so he could put more fingers inside, spread me up really good, and watch me tremble with pleasure. I knew he was preparing me for the next step. I watched him and Lucas go at it other times. I honestly wanted to try. And he knew it. But instead of just doing it, he made me watch, every day for a whole week.
The day of the next game was approaching. I was fully dedicated in my new role as a striker, so Lucas let me stay in his place and he got mine as a defender.
We shared the news with Ricardo. I was laying on my side on Lucas’s bed, my leg being held by Ricardo while he brushed his cock on my asshole.
“You’re betraying your teammates so easily now,” he said.
I was fully conscious of the bulbous head pressing against my tiny hole.
“It’s not a big deal,” I said. “I’m not betraying anyone.” I said that while wearing the uniform and letting him rub himself against my anus, trembling with anticipation.
He had been teasing me for so long, I didn’t expect him to push. I inhaled softly with the pressure and let out a whine. Those tiny sounds were common now. I would’ve never sounded like that a few weeks before.
Ricardo smiled.
“Does it hurt? Do you want me to take it off?”
I knew that if I said yes, he would only tease me for another whole week.
“No, it doesn’t hurt, sir,” I lied. I smelled his breath when he laughed against my face.
“Lucas, the lube? Put it on me, and in him.”
When Lucas began to stick his lubed finger inside, I shivered with the cold. Then, Ricardo slid inside of me. It was much easier with lube, but it still hurt.
“It’s okay, baby,” he said. “You can moan. Today, I’ll fuck you all night.”
And he did.
It was Lucas’s turn to watch. My captain stood beside the bed with his cock standing up. Ricardo began slowly, as if each burning stroke took forever, like his cock was an endless snake. It was nothing like the fingers. My ass was getting torn apart, my insides were going to explode. Eventually, he was thrusting so fast into me, my buttcheeks burned from the collision. I closed my eyes tight, digging my fingers into the bed-sheets. When I opened them, I met my captain’s eyes. He had been watching with hungry eyes, but suddenly he smiled. I smiled back.
Ricardo changed positions. He sat down with his legs open and I sat on his cock. I grabbed his chest while he pounded me, and helped by bouncing myself on the thick snake. I got out of myself, lost control and began to fuck myself on that cock as fast as I could, trying to get the most of it, always more. I closed my eyes shut again until they hurt and a few tears went down my cheeks.
Ricardo stopped me.
“Are you okay?”
I laughed.
“Shit, I’m great.”
He understood and went right back inside with a big thrust that made me jump.
“Kiss for me,” Ricardo said. “My two bitch boys.”
Lucas approached me. His tongue had no restraints inside my mouth. It was hard to concentrate on the kiss, though, while my hole was getting ravaged.
“Isn’t he good?” Lucas asked me.
Ricardo smiled, pleased, when I nodded. He looked like a young boy very proud of himself. He fucked me even harder.
He came inside, feeding my asshole with his cream.
“You gotta lose next game,” Ricardo told me. “You will let us win, understand?”
I blinked, and looked at Lucas, who shrugged.
“What?”
“That’s right. You’re gonna lose on purpose. That’s how you’re gonna please me.”
He stroked his cock slowly, staring me in the eyes.
“Yes, sir.”
I slept at Lucas’s, and went home next morning feeling conflicted. I took off my uniform and looked at it for a few minutes, holding firmly in both my hands. I rubbed it on my face.
“I’m so sorry,” I mumbled. But was I? My ass was still burning, and I got hard just by being aware of it. So what if I didn’t try to win? If the guys won anyway, it wouldn’t be my fault.
It was what I told myself over and over until the day arrived and I was standing there in the field, Ricardo and his team on the other side, faces all smug and cocky. I gave a quick glance to my captain, and he was looking at me with a serious face. Then he smiled.
I’d be damned if I was going to let my team down.
An hour and a half later, my teammates propelled me to the air, screaming victory. I didn’t look at Ricardo. Lucas was laughing and jumping too. His performance in the game had been the best after mine. He didn’t want to lose either.
“What was it, a test?” I asked him in the parking lot.
He embraced my neck with a big smile.
“I guess so.”
I was about to enter his car.
“No, no. Me and the guys will be going home, then we’ll have a party. But you’re going to be sick today, not in the mood for celebration.”
“What do you mean?”
Lucas was still smiling.
“Ricardo has other plans for you. Wait for him here. I’ll cover for you.”
So he left me there. I sat down by a tree, hidden from every one, and waited for Ricardo. I had thought for a moment that it was all over because I chose to disobey him. I couldn’t help but smile.
After every one left and the parking lot was mostly empty, Ricardo walked over, still wearing his Red uniform.
“What am I going to do with you?” Ricardo said. He gave me a hand to help me stand. We faced each other.
“I couldn’t do it.”
“I know. Lucas never did it, either. Still, I always punish him for it.”
I was suddenly shy.
“Are you going to punish me?”
“No…After today, I think you’re ready.”
I frowned.
“Come on.”
It was already getting dark as I followed through the parking lot and in the direction of the showers. The Red’s showers. I stopped right at the entrance.
“It’s okay, come in.”
“But…”
“The guys are waiting for you.”
I stared at him wide-eyed.
“Trust me.” He squeezed my waist. He pulled me in.
The moment we got in, every eye was set on us. They were mostly naked, some wearing underwear and jockstraps, some wearing the uniforms still. Two guys were in the showers. All of them were guys I knew by name, if not really close. They looked at me like I was meat.
The place was almost identical to the Blue showers, except they were crimson instead, walls and lockers and benches. It smelled much the same. Sweat and soap mixed together, the musk of hairy young men. Under their gaze, I followed Lucas with small steps.
“He’s ready to make a choice, boys!” Ricardo announced.
I heard a whistle and someone clapping. They made a circle around us.
“What do you mean, dude?” I said.
Ricardo turned to me.
“Kneel.”
I didn’t know what was going on, but was still aroused by the idea. My legs buckled and I put my knees on the wet floor. Ricardo caressed my hair, smiling down on me.
“I taught you how to behave, but I belong to Lucas…” He said, looking at me. I gulped. “So now you can choose. One of us.”
I could feel their stare. Many of them were still mad at me. They lost two games because of me essentially. I was shocked out of my mind to know they were all in on this. They showed me their dicks, so many shapes and forms, bigger and thicker than Ricardo’s. I still wanted Ricardo. Did this choosing mean I wouldn’t be able to have him anymore?
“Not Bernardo, though,” Ricardo said. “He’s just teasing you. He’s already chosen.”
That took me back.
“By whom?” There were more guys in my team doing this? Of course there was. How could I have been so stupid?
“Not our secret to tell.”
Ricardo lowered my shorts aggressively and pull out my cock. I tried to hide it, but it wasn’t possible, I was too hard. It stood up against my belly. I was ashamed and horny, and bit my lip again. Someone laughed. Another one said that I was cute. My cheeks began to burn.
I wanted to get fucked by all of them.
Eventually, I raised my head again and locked eyes with the goalkeeper. His name was Julio, and we had shared a moment of antagonism on the field. He had called me a cocksucker when only I could hear. Now I knew that he had been speaking from knowledge.
My cock twitched, and the goalkeeper smiled.
“Him,” I said. “Julio.”
Julio was tall, with powerful legs and lean muscles. He was white and very hairy, which gave him a nice contrast. He walked over and Ricardo walked away. I looked up. Then I watched his cock. It was slightly crooked to the right, purple veins, and a pointy head. It still wasn’t completely hard.
“Let’s seal the deal,” he said. Deep voice. Scent of cock dominated my nostrils.
“Here?” I said.
“In front of every one.”
Some of them were already jerking off, others were clearly jealous. Ricardo looked proud.
“Yes, sir,” I said. That pleased Julio. His cock gave a jerk. I opened my mouth and took it in. He instantly grabbed my hair and helped me, fucking my face.
I was astounded by the difference. It felt the same in terms of warmth, but the taste was unique, and the size and shape gave me new ways of exploring it in my tongue. I had learned a few things in the past weeks. A few minutes later, his legs were shaking and he bent over to slap my ass. Another slap in the other cheek. And another in my back.
“This is what you deserve after what you did today.”
I stopped to breathe, only for him to thrust his cock on my face and rub his balls all over me.
His friends laughed. I smiled shyly.
His cock seemed to weight a ton when he slapped me with it. After a few jerks, he grunted and came all over my cheeks. I put out my tongue to catch some, but he stuck his cock inside my mouth, and I cleaned him.
“There, now you’re mine.”
“Yes, sir.” I was weirdly nervous. What if he didn’t like me? What if I missed Ricardo too much?
I took my first shower among the Red. They pretended nothing was happening I and my new boy hugged under the shower. I sucked him one more time while the water poured down on us.
My insecurities left me after I spent a few days alone in Julio’s house. He was slightly more violent than Ricardo, and I usually left his house with not only my anus burning up, but both my asscheeks too. But after cumming, usually inside or on my face, he would turn suddenly gentle and very touchy, which was surprisingly effective to make me act like a little bitch.
“I’m so lucky,” he told me. “Every one wanted to be chosen by you. Even Ricardo was disappointed he didn’t get to have you.”
“Seriously?”
“Shit, you were desired by every one. I’m so lucky you chose to sit on MY cock.” He laughed.
And after that, I sat on him again, just to make him feel even luckier.
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