It was the last game of the season. We had already won the league, and were playing a team already relegated, so we treated it as a practice session. I almost asked to be rested, but my love of the game got the better of me.
Even in the warm up, I couldn't take my eyes off a guy in the other team. Only 5'6 or 7", he had a shock of auburn hair women would pay a lot of money for, and clear blue eyes. But what attracted me even more, was his shorts that looked two sizes too small, perfectly framing his cute bum. We kicked off, and were 2-0 up inside half an hour. My eyes kept wandering to the lad, and I wasn't concentrating on the game, when their winger ghosted by me and scored. My team mates went mad at me. Half time, and I was substituted. I had a shower and watched the second half. Midway through the half, my hero sustained a knock, and had to come off. He sat with me to watch the rest of the game. Jeremy, Jez for short, and I hit it off straight away. He lived not far from me. We chatted about football and sport in general, and I noticed the way he looked at me, as if trying to work something out. The final whistle went, we won 4-1. I asked him if he'd like a lift home, as his mates would be sometime. He readily agreed, and shouted to someone that he had a lift, and went and collected his clothes, saying he would shower at home. We chatted more in the car, and I noted that he never mentioned a girlfriend. I wondered whether to say something, but decided against it. I also noted his short shorts riding up, making an impressive bulge. I had to adjust myself. We got to his apartment, that he shared with a 'mate', as he put it, but said he would be working till late, and invited me in for a mug of tea. I sat on the sofa while he put the kettle on, and stripped down to CK boxers, that looked like he was already at half-mast. My tea came, and he went off to clean himself up, coming back ten minutes later, drying himself, and bollock naked. He must have twigged on, as he said, "I guess you wanted a look at this", and gave his dick a flick. It was out of proportion to his small stature, and walked over to me, so it pointed straight in my face, growing all the time. I couldn't resist. I drew him to me, cupped his shaved balls, and licked his veiny shaft, then peeled his foreskin back and nibbled his sensitive crown. "Why don't you make yourself comfortable?" He hauled me up and we kissed. My eyes closed and my lips opened. Our tongues played with each other, only stopping to take my top off. We carried on kissing while he undid my jeans and dropped them with my underwear. Now our dicks could play together. I kicked off my trainers and he led me by the hand to his bed. Hands roamed everywhere. I wanted to feel every inch of his beautiful body. He moved down the bed and sucked my engorged cock, so I reciprocated. He came back up and asked whether I topped or bottomed, When I replied that I don't care, he reached for the lube, and smeared it on his long pole. Lying on his back, I lowered myself, enjoying every tantalising inch as I slid down. I leaned over to kiss him, and began rocking back and forth. Lifting myself up a little, he was able to thrust up to meet my movements. Precum dribbled out of me. He rolled me over without coming out and took me missionary. I began jerking as he humped harder and faster. I couldn't stop myself from shooting a huge load, even though I'd had a wank that morning, but he carried on. We moved onto our sides and he fucked me from behind. cum still dribbled out of me when he finally emptied deep inside. We lay cuddling and recovering under the warmth of the duvet. He told me that he and his current boyfriend argued all the time, and his boyfriend was going to move back in with his parents.
We exchanged numbers and I drove home, my ass leaking, with a smile on my face. Through the close season, we trained together, running for miles and going to the gym. Every time, we ended back at his apartment. Our fucking became love-making, and after two months. I moved in. By the start of the new season, we were an item. My parents loved him and I got on well with his family. He joined our team. Phil and Kit could see that I was in love, and wished me all the best. He even learned to bottom, making our love making more versatile. Either could take the lead.
Over Christmas, he proposed to me on one knee, in front of our team mates. We had to be driven home after all the champagne. We married at the end of the season.
