The season's opener was away from to a team that we knew would be vying for promotion. It was only 10 minutes into the game when we conceded a sloppy goal. I was furious, swearing at the full back who'd fucked up. 20 minutes later, I laid on the equaliser. Half-time game, the full back had another bollocking from the manager, and was subbed. Second half was end to end, both sides searching for a winner. With the clock ticking down, I was tripped in the penalty box, and scored from the spot. The team went wild, and Phil kissed me in front of everyone. In the dying moments, I went down with cramp in my left thigh. Kit, the physio, was quickly on the pitch, spraying Deep Heat on the muscle and massaging it in. I may have been in pain, but I popped a boner. Kit helped me from the field, and my replacement came on for the closing minutes. Once in the changing rooms. I got dropped my shorts and got on the table. I wear a jockstrap for the games, so, apart from my boner being out of the right leg, Kit had access to all areas. He poured warming fluid on my thigh, and used his strong fingers to relieve the knotted muscles. More fluid went into my crack, and without being asked, he worked two fingers into me. I could quite easily have cum, but the final whistle went. Easing myself from the table, I thanked Kit for his 'services'. I stripped and went for a shower, hoping my boner would go down. I was shortly joined by my team mates under the cascading water. Phil gave me an intensive kiss, feeling the oil on my hole. Once we were clean, I was led back into the changing room. Kit was still there, so Phil challenged him to show everyone what he'd been up to. I'd never had an audience before, and felt a little embarrassed as I lay back on the table. They gathered around as Kit poured the oil on and began the massage. Phil joined in, pouring oil into my crack. Other hands were now on my legs and shoulders, erect cocks all around, even the 'straight' lads. Phil had a couple of fingers inside me, it was all I could do not to cum. After about 15 minutes of sensual man-handling, I was put on the floor. surrounded by fit guys, now masturbating over me. One by one, they covered me in spunk, from my hair down to my own dick was liberally soaked in semen, to loud cheers every time someone shot their load. Eventually, I added mine to the mix, and I was helped back to the shower.
One by one, the team left, and I followed Phil home, as usual, except this time we stopped at a restaurant for dinner. He looked gooey eyed at me as we ate, I think he was falling in love with me, but I wanted to take things slower. He was my only lover so far, and I was too young for an LTR. Back at his flat, we were soon kissing and groping one another. Unfortunately. I was still knackered from the match, and the subsequent goings on in the changing rooms, so couldn't get hard again. Reluctantly, I said I had to go, but would see him Sunday afternoon. With a final kiss, I left.
At home, I pondered all night about when to come out, and to whom. In the end, I decided to tell my parents over breakfast, and a few of my work colleagues on Monday. With the parents, it went better than expected, even my father, who I thought would kick me out, said he loved me no matter what. I brought a tear to my eye.
Sunday, as promised, I went to see Phil, now all spruced up with Amaris aftershave. I started to apologize, but he put his finger on my lips, and said he shouldn't have been so forceful. We went to bed, and he let me take the lead. Having all afternoon. I took it slowly, laying him on his back and working my way slowly down his body, bypassing his swollen dick and nibbling his inner thighs. I turned him over, and did the same to his back, kissing down his spine, avoiding his ass, and kissing his thighs again, before going back to his bum and rimming him until he was begging to be fucked. I turned him onto his back again, this time sucking and tweaking his nipples, then swallowing dick. Precum oozed from him, as I finally lifted his leg and penetrated, fucking oh, so slowly. He went to grab his cock, but I knocked his hand away, keeping control. We moved onto our sides and I took him from behind, his precum now running onto his leg. I sped up a little, he groaned with every thrust. Holding onto his hips, I stepped up a gear, pumping hard into him. He came, unaided, a river of semen flowing over his thigh onto the sheet. Pulling out, I moved up the bed and sprayed his face with my juices, then kissed and licked my cum.
Monday, I was nervous and twitchy all morning. At lunchtime I confided in Paul, my closest colleague. He simply said, "What took you so long?" Two or three others gathered around, and Paul announced that I was gay. "So fucking what, as if we didn't know", One of them blew me a kiss. I'd done it. The relief was palpable.
