Bartending the Football Team

I opened my books and started on the economic theories of the early 2000’s and the ramifications to our current financial situation, it didn’t get much drier. I contemplated calling Troy and arranging a hook up for tomorrow but decided against it, I’d already experienced gold, I didn’t want it to turn to stone.

I spent the rest of the afternoon actually making great headway with my first assignment, at this rate I would have it done by next week. As I prepared dinner, I took a few calls from mates who knew that was the best time to catch me. We agreed to head out for a few beers later, just to see who might be around mid-week.

As a resort town goes, ours wasn’t the biggest and a night out on the town that didn’t involve a club, meant a hotel. Me and my friends made an early drinking start and by eleven were well on our way. As we approached the half hour, I called time and flagged I was going home, the others decided the same. As we finished the last of our drinks, the footy team boys arrived and did so with an amount of noise. I scanned the group and found both Brian and Josh absent. I did see Troy among the rowdy throng as they filed in and made for the beer taps. Troy and I caught sight of each other as he scanned the room, I nodded and kept it discrete. He did the same but was less able to conceal his wide grin, he had been drinking all afternoon I’d wage.

Our group decided the invasion was too much, downed our spirits and made for the exit. On the footpath outside we parted ways, me walking north, them to the west. Although the air was still and chilly, I was glad to be out of the smoke and noise. Twenty minutes later I was washing the day off in a toasty warm shower.

I saw my phone light up from inside the steamy recess. Too comfortable to exit for the moment, I elected to leave it until I was dry. I suspected it may have been Troy and as I brought the screen to life, I saw I was right.

Which room are you in?

He texted, as I assumed, he meant the pub.

Just stepped out of the shower at my place.I sent back.

He replied with a sad face emoji.

Where’s your place?

He asked.

Why?

I responded, knowing full well.

I’m going to sneak away, Can I come visit?

He quizzed.

Ok, but don’t expect too much, I’m tired and drunk.

I’m just drunk.

He sent back, now with a smiley face

Through numerous texts I guided him to the coffee shop and then up the side entrance. I buzzed him in and for a second time with a footballer, didn’t bother to dress in anything but my hipsters. He came in and smelt fucken bad. I kissed him on the cheek and told him so. He asked could he have a shower and maybe a play. I showed him to the bathroom and hung his clothes on the balcony line to air. When he arrived at my bedroom door, I was again struck at what an amazing hunk he was.

We lay in bed kissed, cuddled and talked; we were both horny but exhausted. Before we knew it, we were fast asleep. It was so nice to share a bed, later I realised it had been too long.

The next morning, I woke before him and set about getting coffee and Panadol. I needed food in my stomach to make me feel less ordinary than I did. Just as I activated the toaster, Troy appeared at the kitchen entrance, craving everything I had just downed. We ate in the breakfast nook naked as we talked, laughed and enjoyed each other’s company. It felt so natural and easy, within an hour we were both feeling much better than when we’d woken. As I stood to clear the dishes, I was intercepted by his fantastic footballers’ chest, blocking my path. We kissed deeply and passionately, our cocks instantly responding.

I took hold of his meat and led him to the shower.

We took our time under the luxurious warm flow. While soaping him from top to bottom, I ran through a few dousing tips, he was in full student mode. I dried him off, before I coaxed him back to my bedroom.

We kissed, embraced and were all over each other like sex mad teenagers. Twenty minutes in, I fished the lube from the bedside drawer. With him on his back, I coated my cock heavily, I lubed his arse crack the same way. I laid down and I told him to squat above me, lowering himself on my pole at his own speed. He was nervous, but willing. I was so hard I was aching.

From time to time, his face contorted whenever his speed of descent proved overly ambitious, he did great. When my pubes touched his cheeks, he knew he was home. I remained especially hard as I gazed up at his almost perfect form. He took his time to adjust, while below him in ecstasy, I remained buried within him. I could hardly believe I was scoring another virgin, but I wasn’t questioning it. As he relaxed, he began to raise and lower himself on my pole. Fuck, it was genuinely fantastic.

He worked his on-top position for a solid ten minutes. Impatient for change, I pulled him chest to chest, rolled and with some awkward moments had him on his back. Shit! he was a good-looking guy. Best of the three I’d fucked but not by much, all of them were top shelf.

I slowly started to rock back and forth intent on building to a solid pounding of this brand-new man pussy. As I picked up speed, he began to get into it, I trashed talked as is my habit, driving him to work his own meat. He started to pump in time with myself, it was magic. As I began to feel the tickle deep in my nuts, I knew I was going to seed him shortly. I pressed forward and kissed him with full tongue action. I whispered I was getting close, he doubled his efforts and groaned in utter pleasure. He pumped himself harder, as his breath began to shortened dramatically. He exploded spraying cum all over his stomach, I shot a blast or two in his arse before I pulled free and added to the mess on his abs. I collapsed at his side as I struggled to catch my breath, my god that was wonderful!

We lay un-moving for ten minutes before I grabbed a damp towel and wiped as best I could. I crawled up beside him and cuddled, one of my most favourite pastimes. We chatted, laughed and fucked again an hour later. Not as long as previous, but as he was loose and could take more, I swapped up our position mix until I left another load in him.

We showered kissed, dressed and kissed some more. His clothes smelt of the pub but nowhere near as bad as they did last night. He planned to take the noon shuttle back to the club to see the condition of his team, fuck he was a great lay. I spent the afternoon studying and pondering the morning. I found myself hard occasionally, but couldn’t stay firm for long enough to do anything about it.