The Clubrooms

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What was I thinking? I pulled up into a car park near the entrance to the dimly lit reserve, a single street lamp providing the only light in the abandoned street. My heart was beating slightly faster than normal. I didn’t normally do things like this. Especially here of all places.

My phone pinged. I opened Grindr and saw it was another message from Henry. Or that’s at least what he called himself. 

Are you far handsome? I’m here and ready ;P

I looked around and couldn’t see another car. He must have parked at another entrance. I took a breath. It would be smart to leave. But my cock wouldn’t let me.

There in a sec, just pulled up, I replied.

I got out of the car, locked it, and walked towards the park entrance. Even though it was dark I knew the way, I was here at least twice a week for football practice. I kept up playing after graduating high school a couple of years ago. Kept me in shape too. Made the girls like me. And the boys too, as was more often the case recently. God help me if my mates found out I was doing this tonight.

I walked into the park and took the left path, walking towards the old clubroom building which I knew was a few minutes down the walkway. I’d been with a few guys before but never like this. Out in the open. Anyone could see. Super risky. It terrified me and made me horny as hell too. I was wearing track pants and a hoodie, which was up, covering my head. Even so, I shivered as I walked, the evening was chilly. That wasn’t stopping my hard-on though.

I continued down the path, which was lined with dark trees before it opened up onto the side of the football pitches.

The clubrooms were on the other side.

I decided to risk cutting across the fields - the place looked abandoned.

In truth, I knew fuck all about Henry. He’d never shown his face, just pics of his slim torso and naked ass in a sexy jockstrap. He looked athletic, with the body of a cute twink who also worked out. They seemed to be more my type. I was more of a bigger jock build, well-muscled and with broad shoulders. I was told by some other boys I’d hooked up with that they'd loved my firm ass and thick legs too. Oh, and no one had complained about my cock too.

Arriving at the front of the clubrooms, I looked up and couldn’t see anyone. The tiered grandstand seating looked empty, and the locker rooms looked chained up. Kids sometimes came here to do drugs but I couldn’t hear anyone. Shit he’s not here, I thought. God, I’m an idiot.

Ping. Another Grindr notification. I tugged my phone out of my track pants pocket.

Underneath the grandstand.

Taking a deep breath, I went around the side of the grandstand to the opening at the side. Walking underneath the stands, my eyes began to adjust to the darkness. I saw a figure walk towards me, also wearing a hoodie with the hood up and over his head.

“Hey,” said the guy, coming more into the evening light.

I just stood there and stared, which made him pause.

“...Josh?” he asked. Fuck I shouldn’t have used my real name.

“...yes.”, I dumbly replied. Why was I so scared? 

He continued towards me until he was right in front of me. He looked in his late teens or early twenties, with dirty blonde hair poking out from under his hoodie. Damn, he was cute. He came right up to me and gently pulled the front of my hoodie, pulling our bodies together.

“I’m guessing you haven’t met anyone outside before,” he whispered in my ear.

“Nah,” I grunted back, for some reason trying to make my voice lower. Trying to sound more manly? Fuck knows.

God he was starting to pull at the electric waistband of my track pants.

Not saying another word but keeping eye contact with me, he lowered himself onto his knees in front of me, before pulling my track pants down to my knees, releasing my hard cock which sprung up in the chilly air. I was too turned on to let that affect my erection.

His eyes widened. “That’s a big cock,” he whispered.

Before I could respond he opened his mouth and took it right down to the back of his throat in one go, making me whimper and moan out loud. He started playing with my balls hanging underneath with one hand, while the other reached behind to grab one of my firm ass cheeks. He pulled his head back on my cock slowly, dragging his tongue along its length before going right back down, his nose pressing against my trimmed pubic hair. It was heaven.

I grabbed the back of his head as he continued to suck me, he looked so cute with his hoodie up, his face bouncing backwards and forwards on my dick. As he worked me and continued to turn me on, my animal instincts began to take over. Feeling like a minute more of this would make me orgasm, I grabbed the back of his hoodie and pulled him off my cock and back standing up. I was probably being a bit rougher than I needed to be, but I wasn’t in a state of caring. And judging by the noise coming out of his mouth I didn’t think he cared either. I grabbed the back of his head and pulled him into a rough kiss, forcing my tongue inside his mouth, which he opened up and welcomed me in. He clashed his tongue into mine, while both his hands made their way to my ass, and I held him close. God this was hot. Two sexy men making out under the football clubrooms. I needed to go further.

Breaking the kiss I spun Henry around so his back was to me. I roughly pushed his shoulders, almost making him fall before he caught one of the supports holding the grandstand up.

Now bent over and getting an idea of what I was doing, he pushed his ass up in the air. I wasted no time grabbing the back of his track pants and pulling them down to expose his bare, hairless ass. Despite it getting darker I could see he was wearing the same jock strap in the picture he sent me.

“Fuck me,” Henry moaned, looking back over his shoulder, sexual desperation in his eyes.

I gathered some saliva in my mouth before spitting it on his exposed ass, using a finger to circle it around his hole, making it wet, Henry making quiet moans as I teased him. I couldn’t wait any longer. Stumbling a bit in the dark, I found the opening of his hole with my cock head. It probably wasn’t wet another and I had made no effort to open him up, but I thought fuck it. I pushed in, burying my dick deep inside his ass in one go. He tried to muffle a scream into his hoodie hood. I looked up at him, suddenly worried. “I’m sorry!”,  I said, looking at tears starting to come down his eyes.

“No, don't stop, just give me a second.

I stayed still in him, feeling him breathing deeply and fast. A moment later I felt him lean forward, starting to come off my cock, before pushing backwards, bottoming out again. I heard him sigh. That was clearly my cue to keep going.

With one hand on his waist and another on his shoulder, I slowly began to fuck him. It was so hot. These are the clubrooms I played at, and dreamt of doing this to any number of my hot teammates. This was a fantasy come true. I started picking up the pace, grunting as I slammed into his ass. I pulled him up so his back was directly against my torso, his hands still on the grandstand support as I pulled him closer to me, I got faster and faster, grunting like an animal, Henry whimpering in delight. I didn’t care what his name was now. I began to sweat, beads of liquid falling down my head onto our clothing. 

We kept this up for what felt like an hour but was probably no more than a minute. I got even faster, using Henry’s body like a human-sized fleshlight, loving his moans and his ass clenching around my cock each time I pumped it.
“I’m close to cumming!”, I grunted into ear.

“Cum in me baby,” he squealed. A few moments later I gave a loud moan and through my head back as my cum exploded from my cock and deep inside Henry’s ass. A few more pumps and I had fully bred the boy. Fuck. Henry looked back over his shoulder at me and grinned.

“Fuck… that was hot.” I looked back at him, before looking away, muttering a “yeah” as I pulled out of him and pulled my track pants up. That initial fear was returning. What if we were caught? My life would be over. Henry still had his pants down and my cum was beginning to leak out of his ass. But I felt I had to get out there.  I mumbled “thanks man” before quickly walking out of the grandstands. Out on the fields I started to walk fast, then run across the pitch back towards the path leading me back towards the park’s entrance and my car. I knew this was a dick move. But it was only ever going to be a pump and dump.

I didn’t need to see him again.

TWO EVENINGS LATER

I dragged the bag of footballs across the pitch towards the rest of my teammates, who were warming up on the other side of the field. Glancing back towards the grandstand, I remembered what had happened there a couple of nights back. Fuck that was fun. I was getting hard even thinking about it.

But I also felt guilty. I shouldn’t have left Henry like that. I knew it was bad. But nothing could be done now.

Getting closer to the rest of my teammates who were running circuits around part of the field, I saw Coach Brown talking to someone. I couldn’t see exactly who it was.

But as I got closer my stomach dropped. It was Henry. Dressed in our team uniform. What the fuck was he doing here. I stopped and started.

Coach turned and saw me, waving me over. Picking up the ball bag I walked over to the pair, my throat getting increasingly dry.

“Josh, meet our new midfielder, this is Henry,” said Coach.

Henry made eye contact with me and grinned, putting his hand out to shake mine.

Fuck.