Sexual Awakenings

All through this part of my life, being 'me' simply couldn't happen. Under parental, social and political pressure, I decided to try and change. I was 18 and could have fucked anything. I found a lovely girlfriend, Jilly, from a devout Christian family. This suited me as I didn't have to do anymore than a goodnight kiss and be pleasant to her family. I also joined a Sunday football team, not that I was much good, but it meant I didn't have to go to church. 

The camaraderie in the team was great. Most games I was the unused sub. More useful with the bucket and sponge the trying to score. In the changing rooms I had to be very careful, not to make my sexuality obvious, but some of the guys were gorgeous. One guy especially, Neal was a real cutie, not for the size of his dick (though he may be a grower), but his china blue eyes, his smile, slim little waist and pert bubble butt. He was the subject of many a fantasy wank. 

I carried on seeing Jilly for a while, till it petered out. I think she could tell my heart wasn't in it. I lived for Sunday mornings. Some of the boys had started to suspect where my tendencies lay and would lark about, doing helicopters with their dicks, feigning sex with each other, blowing me kisses. I loved the attention.

It was my birthday and we were playing a cup match against a 'better' team. With the score 1 all and 15 minutes left, one of the guys got clobbered. They had no option but to send me on. I huffed and puffed, it seemed it was going to penalties. The ball came to me in their box, I took a swipe and by some fluke it flew in the net. The lads were jumping all over me, even kissing me, Neal kissed me fully on the lips, probably for longer than he should have. At the whistle, I was carried back to the changing rooms, cheering and singing. We showered quickly so we could head to the pub. Sundays they had to shut at 2pm and it was already 12.30. We celebrated my birthday and the win. At 2.00 most of the lads had to get home for Sunday lunch. Neal invited me and a few others back to his flat. I used the pub phone to let my parents know where I was and off we went.

Inside the flat, the boys carried me to a table (apparently, this had been planned weeks before). I was ceremoniously stripped. Neal kissed me properly, weaving his tongue into my mouth. Another guy sucked my cock. All of them took their dicks out. There were 5 of them vying to get jerked or sucked. Everyone had boners and were playing with each other's. Then they pulled me off the table and bent me over it. Testosterone filled the air. I felt the bulbous head of a cock against my arse, then it slid in, to the cheers of the other guys. Another guy presented his cock to my mouth and forced it in. Over the next half hour or more they worked their way round, all having a go at fucking me and getting sucked. I was dripping pre cum on the floor. Eventually, as each one entered me, they fucked until they shot inside me, Neal was last, blasting 7 or 8 jets into my belly. They turned me over and Neal wanked me till I shot a massive cum load into the air. We all pledged secrecy. We dressed and someone dropped me home, I was shattered, The best birthday ever