Bartending the Football Team

I reached home as the time approached ten, tired after a heavy day, but horny from not blowing. Troy texted again to say:

thanks, and thanks for not outing me.

I shot back:

I had fun, night.

I didn’t want him texting all hours, as I suspected he might want. Twenty minutes later my phone chimed twice in quick succession. With rolled eyes I had already decided I wasn’t replying, when I realised it wasn’t a number I’d seen before.

The two-part text said:

Thought about what u said 2day. I’ve known a while, just didn’t think it was obvious. Can we have a coffee tomorrow?

Wow! Another one, I sent back:

No work tomorrow but I live in town, if you want to make a trip? 11am works?

I then thought about it and added:

This better not be bull shit!

I thought that would put them off, if it was someone jerking me around.

The text came straight back:

No bull shit, I don’t know who else to talk to. You’re the first person to pick me.

I replied ‘Ok’ and sent the coffee shop address. Two!

‘The Coffee Exchange’ as it’s known, is down stairs from my flat. I had already started when an early twenties guy rolled in, and made a bee-line for me. Fuck I was off my game yesterday, how did I miss two good-lookers? He stopped at my table as I gestured toward the vacant chair. I put out my hand, ‘James’. ‘Josh’ came the reply.

Josh had wonderfully bright eyes, a fantastic body and an excellent smile, when he actually let himself. We started chatting and like Troy yesterday, he badly wanted someone of kin spirit to relate to. I let him speak through two more coffees before I asked, did he want to come up to my place?

He jumped at the chance and we made our way to my door. Once inside the privacy of my lounge he was suddenly nervous and all at sea. I offered him a juice but he declined and asked for the bathroom, he found his way to the kitchen as I was closing the fridge. As he sat back to rest his butt on the table edge, I strolled across the room and kissed him, he froze.

As I pulled back to break our lip-lock, he came forward and kissed me back. He had decided he wanted this. We embraced, kissing passionately for a few minutes pressing body to body. I decided I could have chosen to wear something more challenging than sweat pants, but it was my day off and I wasn’t planning on a general conversation moving to this level.

He started feeling my body and made his way to my package. His hand slipped inside my waist band and before I knew it, he was holding my rapidly firming length. He immediately sunk to his knees and with frantic hands, pulled my pants to my knees. He was on to my cock like a duck to water, a little too eager. He was rough to the point where I grabbed each side of his skull and forced him to look up.

“Hey, easy man, the building is not on fire!”

“Sorry, sorry! I’ve just wanted to do this for so long.”

“OK,” I counseled, “let’s do it right then. Open your mouth, OK, close your lips around my shaft, no teeth.” I pulled back for a second, “don’t take too much in, you can learn that later.” He was still a little rough but, he’d get the hang of it.

I decided I’d show him how it was done, just to get his teeth off my meat. I pulled him to his feet and worked on releasing his 501’s and boxers. His cock was medium length, thickish in girth and as hard as a rock. Dripping, I could tell he wouldn’t be lasting long.

I took my time and gave him fantastic head. Two or three times I stopped to edge him, he ended up begging me to keep going. Minutes later I detected he was close.

“I’m going to cum!” he declared, breathlessly. I remained vacuum attached, and when he did blow, I took every drop of his load. He was over stimulated, amazed and weak kneed, all at the same time. He collapsed heavily to a kitchen chair, overwhelmed.

I returned to my feet and retrieved my juice. My work here was done, I thought smugly.

He took his time regaining his composure, to me, he was processing years of pent up demand. I let him be. When he eventually pulled himself together, he asked if he could grab that juice now? I quietly moved around the kitchen, not wanting to rush.

His thirst quenched, he sat back and was all smiles.

“That was amazing.” He said. “It was better than I had in my head.”

“How long have you been thinking about it?” I asked, curious.

“Years, probably since I turned sixteen,” he replied, “spent a long time pushing the thoughts away, they kept coming back, stronger.” He paused contemplative. “Over the last year, I think I’ve been going nuts. It’s been really hard in the showers every week with the team. I was going to quit, I’ve been worried I was going to hit on one of them.”

“Which one?” I asked, wondering if it was Troy.

“I hadn’t got that far, I was just nervous I’d reach out and touch one who happened to be nearest.” He stopped. “When you picked me, I was terrified you were going to point my way.”

“About that,” I started.

“No, don’t apologise,” he cut me off, getting the wrong end of the stick. “You showed me how to act around the guys who like to shoot their mouths.” He paused again. He was processing aloud now. “I’m glad you saw through me, look what just happened.” I kept quiet, to see if he needed more room.

“Hey, you haven’t cum.” He said, suddenly recovered.

“I jacked off this morning.” I lied. “Didn’t expect to be playing mid-week.

“Can we catch up again?” he asked, “the team is here for another six days.”

“I’ll leave it up to you.” I replied, you know my number.

As he made his 'one load lighter' exit, he said he’d definitely call. He thanked me for listening, and for giving the best head job he’d ever had. It occurred to me it was his only head-job but I kept my mouth shut. Suddenly he was gone and for the second time, I’d been left full by a newbie. I immediately when to the bedroom and pumped myself silly.

The rest of the day was a non-event. As dusk started to fall, I made my way to the family farm for dinner with my folks and siblings. I rough-housed my brothers and listened as my kid sister explained that Julie at school, was no longer her friend. Apparently, Julie was a ‘social climber’ and face-book addict. The evening was its usual reconnecting fun.

Heading home around nine, my phone chimed. Work was asking me to come in for the lunch shift tomorrow, I replied with a yes. I never rejected extra shifts, if I could land them. As the car warmed, Troy texted:

Hi

Hi back. I replied. We exchanged four or five messages which were essentially, light horny chit chat. I left him be and bid good night.