Bartending the Football Team

I woke the next day knowing I’d better get some study started. The week had been a great and rare distraction, but I was nervous I was behind in two assignments. Despite my worry, I was completely uninspired. I wondered was there a degree in casual sex? I looked across at the clock and realised it was close to nine. Fuck! Later than I thought, I dragged myself to the bathroom.

As I finished, I heard my phone ringing. I splashed some water on my hands, grabbed the towel and headed to the bedroom to answer. Josh!

“Hello,” I answered.

“Morning, it’s Josh from the club”.

“I know who it is,” I replied, “I put your number in my phone. What’s up?”

“Well, I wanted to see if you were up for coffee?” he asked.

“I was going to do some study, when were you thinking?” I questioned.

“Now,” he said “I’m down stairs at the coffee shop, I could bring one up if you like.”

“Ok, but I just got out of bed,” I said.

“Pity about that, see you soon,” he was gone.

I went back to the bathroom and brushed my teeth. I didn’t need to shave as I’m a once a week type guy. I heard a knock and answered the door it in my hipsters.

“You look hot! Let’s skip the coffee,” he quipped.

“Not a chance,” I asserted, “I’ve already smelt it.”

He sat and explained his unplanned visit, he’d expected a golf morning but Brian, his partner had sprained something.

“What did he sprain?” I asked, dead curious.

“Don’t know, but he was walking oddly at breakfast.” I smiled behind my paper cup.

We chatted for the next ten minutes before he reached over and patted my cock through the thin hipster fabric.

“Careful,” I said, smiling, “don’t start something you might have to sit on.”

“I was going to ask about that,” he answered quickly.

“Really? What?”

“I was going to ask can I fuck you?”

“Suddenly you’re very adventurous,” I challenged.

“I’ve thought about it for a long time, never had the opportunity to ask anyone. So, can I?”

“Well, for me it works this way. Guys who get to fuck me, are guys I fuck.” I paused. “So, you want to fuck, you need to give up that hot arse of yours.” He went quiet.

“But I’ve never done it before,” he said, like it was relevant.

“If you want to get your dick wet?” I stopped. Now he knew the score. He took his time returning to the last remains of his coffee.

“Ok, might not get another opportunity, who goes first?”

“Slow down. There will always be another opportunity, maybe not with me,” I responded, “but they’ll be someone else.” He nodded, “and new guys go first.” His eyes widened, he swallowed.

“Ok, what do I do?”

We showered and I showed him how to wash, I left him to it. When he was done, he bounded to my bed full of excitement and energy. I was ready to play, but he was having the time of his life. I really think he was simply enjoying the notion of being free to be himself. It was cute to watch.

He smelt squeaky clean as we kissed and physically got to know each other. Eventually I managed to get him on his back and pushed his legs to his chest. As he panicked I was going to fuck him there and then, I lowered myself to his ring and gave him his first ever rim job. He was amazed the act even existed. I thrilled him as I loosened him nicely.

Towards the end, as I used lube to prepare him, he firmed to rock hard and leaking. I pushed his hands away from his meat.

“Only when I say, OK?”

“Ok,” he replied a little breathlessly.

Irresponsibly, I didn’t rubber up as I placed my now lubed cock to his arse. I slowly inserted an inch, as he tensed and started to deflate. I continued with one of the slowest entries I’ve ever made, I figured there was no rush.

When I found myself fully inserted, I changed positions slightly and took some time to let him completely adjust. I lowered myself to meet him chest to chest, his knees still around his ears. I kissed him, deeply, lustfully.

“You ok?” I asked, sensing he wasn’t so stressed.

“You’ve got no idea how good I am,” he said as I detected tears in the corners of his eyes. “I’ve been scared this would never happen.”

“Never get fucked?” I asked, in a poor attempt to lighten the moment.

“Nah, never be able to be who I really am inside.” He had more tears as I pressed my chest to him more and hugged him that little bit tighter. “Thanks,” he said quietly.

When the tender moment had passed, I lifted myself clear and held his gaze. It was time to play!

“I’m going to fuck, you’re too hot for me to resist any longer.” I declared.

“Oh,” he replied lightly, “so that’s why you’ve got your huge cock jammed in me?” I laughed, nodded and slowly started to rock back and forth. I really wanted him to enjoy this. I knew I was already having a ball.

Over the following sensational half hour, I fucked him through four different positions and a serious introduction to fucking 101. At times I was gentle and sensual, at times I power pounded him. He was totally into it, especially when I trash talked him about taking cock and loving it, like the boy whore he was!

He was painfully hard the whole time and, in the end, utterly desperate to work his meat. I returned to having him on his back, us face to face. I allowed him to pump his meat which he did the second permission was granted.

There on my bed, covered in sweat in a frantic mix of guilt, pleasure, submissiveness and intimacy, he blew his load and lost his cherry. I quickly ripped out of him and doubled the seed spread across his abs, chest and lower jaw. It was sensational!

As we recovered, we chatted, laughed, cuddled and kissed a little more. I fully intended for him to fuck me but when I suggested it, he declared he’d take a rain check. Firstly, he didn’t think he had it in him, and secondly wanted to revel in what just happened. I probed to make sure he wasn’t going to trip out. I found myself confident he was further down his gay mental path than my first impression, he seemed genuinely ok.

Around 11 we crawled out of bed, had another shower and went down stairs for a sandwich, I was astonishingly hungry. As we ate, he asked if I’d been serious about there being a few gay guys in his team. I replied I didn’t know how many guys in the group were gay, it was true.

As the clock ticked past noon he returned to the club and I decided I was absolutely going to hit the books. We kissed passionately in the stairwell before he left.

Wow, he was so hot.