The Clubrooms

What the hell was going on? As I watched my teammates pass the football between each other, racing towards the goal at the other end of the pitch, my eyes kept falling back to Henry, who was keeping back halfway up the field, his back turned to me.

And looking hot as hell in those very short football shorts.

But inside I was trying hard not to panic. No one else on the team knew I fucked guys. Knowing some of them now they probably were the kids in high school who bullied and beat up the gay boys. Do they know now? Has Henry told them? And how the fuck did he end up on the team?

After Coach Brown ‘introduced’ Henry, me pretending to have no idea who he was, I rushed back in the opposite direction to join some of the other teammates who were on my team during the football practice match. Two of them, Adam and Malik were doing sprints when I joined, and I ended up jogging next to Ryan, an old high school friend.

“What’s with the new guy,” I asked, joining him in doing lunges.

“Dunno, we never replaced Caleb though,” said Ryan. “I don’t know where Coach found him though.”

“Fucking skinny though,” Ryan laughed. He was also a bit of a jock. A bit dumb I guess, but made up for it with muscle and strength.

I chuckled along.

“Yeah, baby face probably won’t last long!”

God why was I coming up with dicky nicknames for him.

Coach’s whistle blew, ending the conversation. Thank fuck for that.

We all ran to our respective positions, me in defence on our side, Ryan the other defender. Henry was playing striker directly in front of me. I hoped we wouldn’t have to get too close.

The whistle blew and the practice match began. In seconds it seemed Henry got the ball, expertly dribbling around our side’s strikers, Malik and Adam, and heading straight towards me.

Fuck he’s not bad.

Getting closer I ran out to meet him, but he side-stepped me, almost like I wasn’t there. 

I quietly swore as I quickly pivoted and started sprinting as fast as I could to close the gap between us before he could score. But too late, he kicked, and with no one between him and the goal he scored. The other side erupted into cheering.

Shit. I stopped running and stared as he ran back past me. I swear he winked at me as he went past too. The teammates on the other team rushed to him giving him hugs and patting him on the back.

I was equally fucked off and turned on. I was a sore loser. But also part of me wished it was me that close to him.

Wait, stop.

Why was this happening? 

“Josh!” I turned around to see Coach shouting and pointing.

“Get the bloody ball!”

“Yes sir!”

I jogged back to the net, picked up the ball and punted it back to our strikers who were at the centre line waiting. 

I watched as Henry ran back to his position.

The whistle blew again.

This time our strikers had more luck. Darting around Henry, Malik managed to get halfway up the field. Thank god we might score. Ryan had also wandered up to the centre line.

But as I started to shout encouragement, Henry again seemed to come out of nowhere, running around Malik, stealing the ball, and within a second had left Malik and Adam far behind.

Ryan tried running up to meet him, but being smaller Henry was much faster, and once again it was only me standing between him and the goal.

This was not going to happen again.

Deciding the best form of defence was an attack, I ran up to intercept Henry. I expected him to sidestep me again, so when he started moving to my left, I hurled myself sideways in front of him, causing him to trip and land on top of me. The ball flew away off the pitch. Again, not my most charming moment and it was way too aggressive.

What was my problem?

I rolled my head facing skywards to see Henry pulling himself off me until he was on his hands and knees directly on top of me. My face would have looked a mixture of shock, anger and embarrassment. Henry, whose team uniform was now just as covered as mud as mine and had a streak of dirt running along his cheek again grinned that cute grin.

“If you wanted to get close to me again baby should have just asked,” he muttered, soft enough for only me to hear.

“Uh, get off,” I said gruffly.

As both of us got to our feet I heard the coach’s whistle blow again.

“What the fuck was that Josh! Penalty!”

The rest of the team groaned as Henry lined up to take the penalty shot, which of course he scored.

I decided I had been enough of an asshole that week.

The match continued, and we were smashed. 

As the light began to fade and the air became cooler, Coach blew the final whistle.

All of us exhausted, and most covered in mud, we ran into where Coach was standing at the sideline.

We huddled around him.

“Good game boys, although you guys got hammered,” pointing to where I and the other men on my team were standing.

“Aside from Josh’s theatrics,” Coach glared in my direction, and the others chuckled, “you guys are coming along well - and Henry you’re a star.” The others clapped. I was too much of a sore loser to join in.

“Hopefully you’ll want to keep playing with us.”

Henry beamed.

“Yes sir.”

“Great. Well, you all hit the showers. Josh, you pack up. Take it as a punishment for being a dick”

The others laughed as they ran as a group to the clubrooms, and the locker rooms and showers at the bottom of the building. Henry was in the middle of them, chatting away, the others congratulating him on his skills and impressive scoring.

Coach trailed behind.

I picked up the ball bag and began collecting all the footballs we’d left scattered around. How could this have happened to me? I had taken great care to keep my sex life separate from… well, everything else. No one I knew could know I fucked men. God help me if they found out. My family for one would freak the fuck out. My friends were straight as they come and borderline homophobes. They still use “gay” as an insult.

And I just fucked guys for fun anyway! Didn’t mean I was gay or anything.

Fuck.

Feeling dark and grumpy, I finished stowing the footballs away in the bag, before gathering the corner flags at each end of the pitch.

Awkwardly carrying as much as I could, I walked back to the clubrooms, turning past the door to the locker rooms and showers to the storeroom around the back. I heard laughter and chatting from inside the locker room as I passed it. 

The last job was dragging in the portable goals one by one, which took me the better part of ten minutes. As I pulled the last one into the store room and pulled down the roller door, I saw most of my teammates and Coach walking off with their bags across the pitch. Ryan turned around and gave me a wave. I gave a lacklustre wave back. 

It had been a fucking day.

After I finished putting all the equipment away, I went into the locker room, thinking it would be empty by now. But walking into the locker rooms I heard the shower was still on. Some of the guys must still be in there.

I walked over to where I had tossed my duffel bag on a bench in the corner and pulled out my towel. I unlaced my football boots and began to strip off my muddy team uniform until I was naked. We didn’t care about seeing each other naked. Well, the rest of the guys didn’t seem to mind. I spent the whole time trying not to get a hard-on.

Wrapping my towel around my waist and holding bottles of body wash and shampoo, I walked down the concrete corridor towards the showers, shivering as I walked barefoot on the rough floor.

I still heard water falling in the shower room but couldn’t hear anyone talking or laughing. A bit of banter was usually tossed around when we showered as the room was open with multiple shower heads. 

Odd.

I turned the corner into the shower and paused, mouth dropping. There was Henry, by himself, showering naked against the far wall, rubbing shampoo into his hair. His back was turned to the entrance and he couldn’t see me - and thank goodness he couldn’t because I immediately got hard despite how cold it was. He looked so fucking sexy standing there, water dripping down his blonde hair, down his lean and muscled back, and over his bubble butt, some of the water disappearing between his ass cheeks and down his toned legs.

Like an absolute idiot, I just stood there and stared. It was like I was transfixed and couldn’t move.

After what seemed like an embarrassingly long time Henry must have sensed someone was watching him. He looked over his shoulder noticing me, a look on his face like he was expecting me.

“So your name really is Josh,” he said, continuing to shampoo his hair as he turned around to face me.

My eyes naturally fell on his cock, which was semi-hard. Not as big as mine but it was a decent length that most guys would be envious of. He’d obviously shaved as there was not any public hair.

“So?”

I made eye contact again and realised I hadn’t answered.

God, I must have looked stupid.

“Um yeah,” I said, not moving.

“You showering?” he asked.

Realising I’d probably been standing at the entrance of the shower room for the better part of a minute I hung my towel up, now completely naked. Pretending like I was not hard as a rock and staring at the floor, I walked over to a showerhead a few down from Henry. It would have been weird to shower on the other side of the room but probably just as weird as showering right next to him.

Flicking the showerhead on I shivered at the initial burst of cold water but relaxed a bit as it warmed up. Getting under the spray I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling of the warm water rushing over my muscles. I opened my eyes to see Henry staring at me. That fucking grin was back on his face. I needed to say something.

Break the silence.

“Um, so why did you join this team?”

“I knew Coach Brown and he messaged me the other day asking if I’d help fill in on the team he runs,” Henry said.

“I used to play in high school.”

“...oh ok,” I replied. He must have thought I was a dumb mute.

The grin faded from his face.

“I’m sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable today, I probably shouldn’t have teased you like that.”

“I probably shouldn’t have tackled you like that,” I replied gruffly.

Henry paused before continuing.

“I’m guessing that none of the other guys on the team knows you like guys?”

I nervously swallowed. No one had put it into words before.

Fighting back an urge to argue my straightness and masculinity - and yes I knew how stupid that would’ve been - I just looked back at the ground, watching the water pool around my feet.

A moment later I felt a hand on my shoulder, my head snapped up to find myself face to face with Henry who had come right next to me.

“I won’t tell anyone, I promise,” he said, looking directly into my eyes. God his blue eyes were gorgeous. I gulped. Fuck it, might as well admit it.

“...I guess it’s all fucking new to me,” I said.

Henry turned around so he was now facing me directly, how bodies almost touching.

“There is nothing wrong with that,” he said softly, his other hand resting gently on my chest.

My breathing got faster, and I was so turned on. I was also too scared to move. I wanted him close so badly. But had everyone gone home? I’d be fucked if someone walked in.

Sensing my thoughts he whispered: “Everyone’s gone home, it’s just us...”

Reaching behind me for my body wash that I put on a small shelf attached to the wall, he squeezed some onto his hands and began rubbing it over my chest, running his fingers over my pecs and through the thin layer of hair on my chest. I stayed motionless as he ran his hands over my abs and up my sides. But I couldn’t help closing my eyes and moaning softly.

“Turn around,” he said softly. I did so he began soaping my shoulders, and back, keeping his body as close as possible to mine. His hands worked their way down until they were massaging my ass cheeks. I kept still. No man had other touched me there before. But I didn’t fight it either.

It felt…good.

Guessing that he didn’t want to push his luck, he walked back around to my front and gently pushed me back against the wall, the warm water from the shower falling over both of us.

He then slowly slid to his knees, his hands trailing down my torso, brushing the edges of my crotch and down my legs until he was fully on the floor. My mouth must have been drooling with desire at this point. And I was so hard I felt like I could have cum right then and there.

“Give me some soap,” Henry said, putting his hand up.

Reaching for the bottle I squirted some into his hand. He then began rubbing down each of my legs, washing the mud and grime off. As he went up my thigh, and closer to my cock he would stop and then go back down the other leg before starting again. God, he was such a tease. And from that sly grin - yes that was back - he knew he driving me crazy.

A second before I thought I would have to force his hands onto my dick he reached up and began playing with my balls and washing the area around the base of my cock, playing with the short pubic hair that I keep trimmed. I moaned softly and stared at the ceiling. My mind was fucking everywhere. The thrill of doing this in the clubroom showers. The feeling of Henry’s hands all over me. The lust and desire building up inside me.

He then started soaping the length of my hard cock, his fingers stroking and circling the circumcised head.

This was too much.

“....bro I’m close…”

Rather than pulling away Henry opened his mouth and started licking underneath the base of my cock head, his eyes looking up to mine. Just as he did when we first met under the grandstands.

I couldn’t hold it in.

I moaned loudly as a thick stream of cum burst from the end of my cock, most landing on his tongue, some shooting right down his mouth. As he moved his tongue to swallow my load a second spurt hit him on the cheek.

He laughed and stood up. I just remained half-slumped against the shower wall. Totally spent.

He leaned in close to me with a hand on my chest, pushing me into the wall, and used the water from the shower to wash my cum off his face. Afterwards, shaking water from his hair, he looked at me dead in the eye.

“I can’t let you run off this time.”

I kept his gaze, feeling a little lost in his eyes.

“...I guess I can’t if you’re staying on the team,” I nervously laughed.

Feeling the tension ease slightly, he took his hand off.

“And I think you kind of like me too,” he said, winking as he walked to where his towel was hanging on the opposite wall and wrapping it around his waist.

I flicked the shower head above me off.

“I wouldn’t go that far,” I said, starting to feel a bit more relaxed.

Henry grabbed my towel and threw it at me playfully.

“Well promise me one thing,” he said.

“What?”

“Let’s have a chat over a drink.”

I paused drying myself and looked at him, standing there cute and sexy as hell.

Fuck it.

“Alright.”