This homosexual side of my personality came of a bit of a shock, but all I could do was embrace it, and go with the flow. Its my football, not my sexuality, that defines me.
I still had one night stands with girls, usually ending in a fuck, but I couldn't get a girl to go down on me (though they were happy to have me lick them out), until one girl not only gave me head, but wanted my dick in her bum. It was a lot tighter than a fanny, so I didn't last as long as I normally did. I now knew what it would be like doing it to a guy.
Nevertheless, I started to look at the other guys in a different light, Being athletes, they all had fit bodies. The shortest was about 5'7", ranging up to one of the centre backs, who was 6'4". Their height had no correlation with their penis size. Anyway, it's impossible to tell, as there's growers and those who never shrink. I started taking my time in the changing room and showers, being careful not to be caught staring. Some of the boys were au-natural, others were trimmed, and a couple were completely shaved. I decided I needed to tidy myself up, so the next time I had a shower at home, I trimmed my extensive bush, and shaved my sack completely. It didn't go unnoticed. Our captain, Billy came boldly up to me, cupped my sack, and said how sexy it looked. I grew to full mast.
The training continued. With the help of Chalkie, my close control and passing improved, coupled with my speed, I was quite a handful. The first friendly arrived and I played my socks off, determined to get in the starting line up by the start of the season. Most of the team were rotated, to give everyone a run-out, I was one of the few to complete 90 minutes, scoring twice. Towards the end of the game, I got clobbered in the back by some cunt from the opposition. He got sent-off. By Wednesday, the pain was still there, so instead of training, I was taken to see the physio. He gave me some strong painkillers and told me to strip and lie on my tummy, on the bed, with my head on a folded towel. He disappeared and I nearly fell asleep as the medication took hold. I was drifting off, when I felt warm oil being poured on my back. Strong hands started on my shoulders, massaging my tissue. He continued across my shoulder blades, then down my spine to the lumbar region, where the pain was worst. I had to adjust myself. I thought he would just concentrate on my back, but he said that while he had me, he may as well do a full-body massage. Oil went onto the soles of my feet and each one manipulated. Up to my calves, by now my dick was screaming for relief. More oil on the backs of my thighs, using his fingers to work well into the muscle. I parted my legs a little. Now, with each movement, he touched my shaved scrotum, making my testicles bounce. Onto my gluteus maximus. His slippery fingers toyed with my buns and warm oil ran down my crack. By the time his finger slipped inside, I was past caring, lost in erotic thoughts. A second finger probed, and hit my prostate. I orgasmed without touching myself. For the first time, I opened my eyes and turned, to see a hard cock in my face. It took little persuasion for me to swallow it. For a brief second, I thought 'Fuck me, what am I doing with another man's cock in my mouth', then he held my head and let 3 or 4 inches slide in and out. The silky smooth skin felt lovely, and I began to bob in unison. Holding my head harder, he face fucked me. It seemed like a gallon of cum exploded in me, some I swallowed, but most ran off my chin. I had long forgotten about my back. I dressed and thanked him. He told me I was welcome anytime, for anything, (whatever that meant), and patted my bum.
That night as I lay in bed, the thoughts of the evening ran through my head. I toyed with my hole, still moist from the oil, and slipped a finger inside. I drew my knees up and tossed as slowly as I could. It was 20 minutes before I felt my balls rising. My cum landed on my chin and chest. I scooped some off and ate it, the rest I rubbed into my skin. How long before I feign an injury, or maybe he wants to fuck.
