I played the massage with Kit, the physio over and over again. I bought some lube, so that I could finger myself when I wanked. I still used girls for sex, I had a hot body and liked to use it, and I needed to fulfill my carnal desires. I was getting less and less emotionally involved, just going through the motions. I knew I liked to fuck an ass, as I'd done it with a girl, and I knew I liked a finger or two in me, so I was sure I could take a cock. I would lie in bed at night, thinking of my team mates, especially our captain, who had happily held my dick in front of everyone, and Kit, who gave me my first gay experience.
With the injury sorted, I went back to full training with the season only a few weeks away. I was determined to get in the starting eleven. After a particularly grueling session, I sat in the corner of the changing room, too knackered to do anything but watch my team mates get out of their kit and head to the shower. The last to get naked was our captain, Phil. He came and sat beside me. Putting his arm round my shoulder, he kissed me on the cheek, and said, "Don't worry, you'll sort it out", as if he'd read my mind. I turned and I kissed his lips. "The others know I'm gay, and already have their suspicions about you, and they don't give a fuck, you're one of the best players we have". We kissed again and this time our tongues met and I had an erection. The other players drifted back from the showers, and instead of the homophobic comments I expected, gave us the thumbs up. "I don't have a boyfriend at the moment, why don't you follow me back to my flat? Maybe we could have some fun". I kissed him again, and went for a shower. By the time I was drying myself, the others had left. Phil came over to me, taking the towel and drying my back. My erection was back, I turned and faced him. This time our kissing was more urgent. "Do you want to come to the flat, or have sex here?" he whispered. Feeling bold, I said, "Both". His strong hands gripped my ass cheeks and a finger felt my hole, still moist from the shower. "Have you ever been fucked?", he asked. I replied that I was a virgin, other than Kit's fingers going in me. He laid me on the table in the middle of the room and kissed me all over, finding erogenous zones that girls didn't know existed. When he got to my cock, he fellated me like no other, carefully peeling back my foreskin and tonguing the sensitive crown. I turned onto my tummy. Starting on my neck, he kissed down my spine. His erection rubbed my legs as he moved down my body. His magical tongue flicked my anus. I pushed my bum up a little. I felt sensations I never knew possible. He kissed his way back up. When he got to my neck, his hard dick was in my crack. I wanted him inside me. Climbing off the table, he fetched some shower gel and smeared it on himself and my ring. "Ok, let me lie down, and you can ease yourself down on me. Take your time, and if it hurts, stop". 'Well, this is it, no turning back', I thought. I knelt over him and guided his tool to my hole, and pushed. There was a sharp pain as he slipped past my sphincter. A tear rolled down my cheek, but I pressed on until he was completely inside me. I leaned over to kiss him. "Now, just rock gently until you're used to it". I rocked back and forth, with just an inch or two sliding in and out. Pleasure replaced the pain, and my strokes became longer. I arched my back, and he tossed me back to hardness. I began to dribble precum, something that had never happened before. I wanted to try it a different way, so we climbed off the table, and I bent over it. This time he slipped in easily. He held my hips and began thrusting. I got a hand on myself and jerked. I didn't last much longer, and experienced one of the biggest orgasms of my life. Phil upped the tempo, and I felt him pulse into me, my virginity gone. We showered again, and I followed him home, picking up pizza on the way. His flat was small, but kept immaculate. We went straight to bed. "I'm not bothered about fucking again, I just want to hold you", and we cuddled naked in bed for an hour. Eventually, we were both hard again. "Can I try to fuck you?, I asked. With that he reached over for a bottle of lube. I mounted him missionary, so that we could still kiss. The shag lasted for ages, my sweat dripping on him. We came together. Exhausted, I fell asleep in his arms. It was 11.00 when I woke. He suggested I stay, so I texted mum to say I was at a friend's house, and we spooned.
It was barely daylight when I felt his erection in my crack. I excused myself for a pee, then let him resume making love to me. I felt warm and lovely inside as he gently humped me. When he bred me, it was just the culmination of the previous 45 minutes. I made a mess on his sheets. I still had to get home and change for work, but the smile stayed for the rest of the day. Roll on Saturday.
