1 comments/ 59397 views/ 3 favorites After The Match By: PBridgeman I had a wonderful time on match day this year. Wales were playing France and I spent the day with a lot of straight friends. Seeing those gigantic thighs and enjoying the atmosphere among my macho friends had made me horny as hell. I told them that I'd catch them later and headed off towards the gay area of Cardiff. On the way I realised that I was hungry and popped into the local chippy. I loved the guys in the chip shop, they were Turkish and I'd spent some time there. I loved to ask them dirty questions in Turkish. This would make them roar laughing. Ahmed was behind the counter when I went in and as usual we flirted together like mad. The other guys came out from the back of the shop to say hello and gossip. I really enjoyed their company and was completely relaxed, maybe even a bit more open as they all knew that I was gay. I couldn't help but notice that a guy was eating his chips by the door. He was tall, beefy, but slim and better still, he couldn't take his eyes off me. Now I know that sounds big headed, but it was unusual for me to get that kind of attention. My friends told me that I was cute, but I like to think I'm just your average, nice looking guy. So this kind of attention was nice to get. I told the guys that I was making a move and dropped my rubbish into the bin. When I looked up, Mr Handsome was gone. I was gutted, but I guessed that he was out of my league. I ambled up the street, barely looking where I was going and a voice came from beside me "Excuse me mate, Do you know the number of a local taxi?." I was a little drunk and spoke before I could think "Is it really a taxi that you want?" I asked the gorgeous guy from the chip shop. He looked horrified and then said "No, not really, I just wanted to speak to you?" he blushed. "Oh really, Why?" I replied. He laughed and said "You're very mischievous aren't you?." I smiled and replied "I can be, so what do you want to talk about?." He took a deep breath and said "About two months ago I saw a porn video, it was bisexual and two of the guys had sex, since then all I can think about is what it would be like...," he paused "You know, with another man." I smiled "Okay," I said wanting him to ask me directly. "Will you have sex with me?" he asked. I said "Sure, come with me." We went down an alley and where it got dark, I pulled him to me and we kissed passionately. He was trembling and breathing hard. He was obviously very excited. He squeezed my arse hard and then slid his hands around onto my cock. Squeezing my steel hard rod through my jeans. I gasped, his enthusiasm was getting me really worked up. Dropping to his knees, he unzipped my fly. He knelt there wanking my tool and looking at it like it was some kind of vision that would soon fade away. Then he pulled back my foreskin and began to lick around my helmet, pushing his tongue into the eyehole . I felt my legs weakening, it felt great. Then he took my balls out and licked and sucked them. You would never have known that it was his first time, he must have really taken notes from that video! Next thing he pulled down my jeans and ran his hands over my cheeks as he licked the tops of my thigh, between my balls and legs. You had to give him points for enthusiasm. Just as I was getting really horny he went right down on me, sucking my cock like there was no tomorrow. I could feel his tongue swirling around the head of my knob as he sucked me hard. This went on for a few minutes, then he looked up at me and said "I want this in my arse! Will you fuck me?." He stood up and dropped his trousers, before he could turn around I grabbed him and pulled him against me. I deep kissed him as I squeezed his cock, it was nice, around seven inches, slim and hard as a nail. Sliding my hand around I loved the soft skin of his chubby little arse, it was a real bubble butt. I was ready, I turned him around and bent him over. I spat onto my fingers and slid them up into his hole. It took a while and a lot of spit, but finally his virgin arse started to open for me. All the time, he was moaning like a bitch, almost whimpering with pleasure at the finger fucking that he was getting. I could just make out the shape of his butt in the light, it made my dick twitch just looking at it. I couldn't wait any longer, I put my dick against his tight little hole and began pushing against it. He moaned his appreciation and pushed his cute little hole against my thrusting knob. I loved the feeling of this handsome man trying to impale himself on my eight inches. I pushed hard against him, my cock felt like it was in a vice as it ploughed straight up his arse. He bit his arm to suppress a moan, "That's it fuck me!" he said. I felt his arse as I plunged in and out of his pink passion tunnel, occasionally slapping it as I went. "Tell me how it feels!" I demanded. "It feels fucking incredible, it hurts, but it's just fucking great!." He went on for ages, telling me how much he loved my cock up his arse and how he wanted to fuck my arse afterwards. I was so turned on, but I held back. I was enjoying fucking Martin too much to let it end quickly. All the same I was reaching the point of no return. He suddenly began clenching his cheeks around my dick. It felt incredible. I was powerless to resist and I felt my spunk boiling up from my balls and with a grunt I poured my hot load into his gripping love schute. I reached around and felt his cock, it was hard as a rock and soaked with, thick, dripping precum. I shot again just thinking about sucking this studs beautiful cock. When I pulled out I was surprised when he knelt before me and began sucking my cock clean. Not that it was that messy, he was a very clean guy, he was mainly licking the spunk off my cock. I pulled him to his feet and pulled his rugby shirt up, I began kissing his nipples, loving the way they hardened in the cold winter air. Then I licked down his tummy, kissing his belly button and then on down to his pubic area. His cock and balls smelled great, really masculine and just a little sweaty. I licked around his balls and up his shaft. He was so excited that I could feel his legs trembling, almost thrumming with excitement. I took his cock into my mouth and sucked him hard, loving the salty taste of his precum slicked tool. I played with his arsehole, fingering his cum drenched boy snatch as I ate his steel like prick. He was fucking delicious, I could feel his legs tensing, he gasped and I tasted his hot cum as it jetted into my mouth. I sucked harder wanting all his juicy jism in my mouth, it was so hot and salty, delicious. "I still want to fuck you!" he gasped as I stood up. "Yes, you will," I replied. I stuck my tongue in his mouth and stroked his cock, it had become slightly softer, but it was still hard enough for fucking. I turned around and guided his cock to my hole. He was so eager that he was pushing against me before it was there. As a result, when he was finally at my hole his thrust sent him right up my arse. I loved it, pushing against him as he filled my hole with his man meat. The great thing was that as he had already cum, I knew it would take ages for him to shoot his wad into me. All the while he was shafting me, he kissed my neck and stroked my dick. Grunting with pleasure as he took his fill of my body. I'd never felt anything like it, he was so keen to take everything he could from me and give everything that he could back to me. I felt him collapse against my back, his legs juddering as he pumped my snatch full of his boy cream. He still kissed my neck as he crested down, fucking me slower and slower. Until in the end it was barely moving and slid out of my slick crack. He asked for my mobile number, I told him "No, it's more exciting if we meet by chance," he looked gutted, so I said "I'm always down on match days." He grinned "Take care mate!" he called as he walked off. I smiled and zipped up, what a fucking great day and as I looked towards the sauna I smiled at the thought that there was still the night to come. After the Match 1. Alan Murdoch held the cup above his head, a radiant smile of pride on his face, while his team mates clustered round him and the fans roared and chanted their admiration at the team's latest success. Granted, it was just a five-a-side match underneath the roof of the Melborough Sports Arena but, as every soccer player and fan in the land will tell you, five-a-sides are just as important as full league and championship matches out on the hallowed turf of the pitch. Alan had recently been honoured with the captainship of Melborough United and it was he who had scored three of the four winning goals in the five-a-side, seeing off the opposition from Dundore Rovers in almost one fail swoop. The losing team had already made their exit, trooping dejectedly back to their own changing room while their supporters had left to the nearest pub to drown their sorrows and discuss the whys and wherefores of how it had all gone wrong. It had gone wrong, of course, simply because Melborough United were superior in every way and it was not for nothing that they had won the English Premiership two years in a row. Their ball skills and their passing were second to none and Alan had sent his first goal crashing into the back of the net within the first three minutes of the game starting. Gary Nightingale got the second four minutes later and then Alan added two more with Dundore getting the ball in the back of the net for a consolation goal seconds before the final whistle went. Gary and his team mates, David Mapperley, Ian Rollinson and goal-keeper John Richards were now making their way back to the dressing room with the shouts and screams from the supporters ringing in their ears as the adoring fans followed in the wake of the Dundore supporters but not to drown their sorrows. Quite the reverse since almost before they were out of the arena's doors, Melborough's fans were dancing and cheering as they celebrated another fantastic win. Alan and the Manager of Melborough United, Sir Tom Chappell, stayed behind to speak to a couple of reporters for the t.v. sports programme on which edited highlights of the match would be shown that evening. Sir Tom went on and on as he always did and Alan was starting to get impatient, anxious to join his team mates in the dressing room and celebrate their success as only they could. Mercifully, the reporter interrupted, cutting off Sir Tom in full flow, and turned back to speak to the camera. Now that they were out of shot, Alan and Sir Tom moved away. "Enjoy the celebrations, son," said Sir Tom, shaking Alan by the hand, "sorry I can't join you but the wife and I are off out tonight." "That's OK," said Alan, glad to get his hand back from Sir Tom's vice-like grip and even more glad to see the back of him. He hated the way the Manager called all his players "son"; as far as Alan was concerned there were only two people entitled to call him that and that was his own mother and father who had been sitting in the stands watching the match and, as always, both overcome with pride in their offspring's sporting prowess and revelling in the success of his chosen career. They had been over the moon, to coin a well-worn footballing cliché, when Alan became captain of Melborough United and also picked to play for England. Alan's parents would have left for home now, a large detached house in the English countryside their son had bought for them with some of the fortune he was still making from football, but Alan would meet them there for dinner later that evening and discuss the match with his father while his mother fussed over him. Now, however, he had more pressing matters on his mind as he watched Sir Tom disappear through a side door, held open for him by his chauffeur, before quickly making his way to the changing room ... 2. After scoring three goals and helping Melborough United to lift the Five-a-Side Championship Cup, Alan was looking forward to being well and truly rewarded by his team mates. Already his prick was stiffening inside his shorts at the prospect of the celebrations that were to take place and he was immensely grateful that Sir Tom had slung his hook now and not come in to give them another of his interminable pep talks, which would only have delayed the action of a quite different kind to what had taken place in the arena. "Great game, Alan," said Gary as Alan entered the room, his eyes going straight to the appreciable bulge in Alan's shorts, "you played a fucking blinder." "I fucking well did, didn't I?" replied Alan, laughing and putting the cup he had just been holding above his head on a shelf, "saw those morons from Dundore off well and good, eh?" "Yeah," said Ian. "Mind you," he added, after appearing to think for a few moments which for him was quite an achievement, "that Joe Barrett's got quite an arse on him in those tight shorts, don't you think? It ought to be a Grade 1 Listed Structure." Everyone giggled at that. "Not as nice as Alan's arse, though," said John, when the laughs had subsided, "I could hardly keep my eyes off it all through the match. Looking at all those lovely footballing arses in their shorts is why I play the game." "Yeah," said Ian again, ever laconic, "Alan knows it as well." "Knows what?" asked Alan. "That you've got a great arse," said John. "Sure fucking has," said David, his hand straying to his crotch. He began to fondle his prick through his shorts. Away from the fans in the sanctity of the changing room, they were now free to do what they had been looking forward to even before the game. Playing football was a brilliant way to earn a living and gave all of them a sensational rush of adrenalin with so many people watching and treating them as heroes but even those thrills paled into insignificance compared to an after match orgy and which none of the fans would possibly imagine, not in a million years. "I'm pleased you like my arse so much, lads," said Alan, turning his back on his team mates to treat them to an unrestricted view of his shorts-clad posterior. The material of the white shorts stretched taut around his ample buttocks, enhancing their succulent curves and the long cleft of his arse crack. His blue and white striped team shirt was tucked into his shorts and somehow seemed to give added emphasis to the protrusion of his bum. Gary, Ian and David moved into position alongside Alan while John stood back to admire the arses of all four of his team mates. He was a dedicated arse worshipper and had a passion for athletic sportsmen like his team mates in tight shorts, something he had been addicted to ever since schooldays when he had first noticed how beautifully erotic some of his class mates' arses looked in sports shorts during P.E. and games lessons. Right now, John just couldn't take his eyes off the four tightly-clad soccer bums of Alan, Gary, David and Ian being showcased to scintillating effect in front of him. There was nothing more erotic to John's eyes than guys in football kit and his team mates were all too aware that the goal-keeper was clocking their bums. They were all dressed in the same team strip of blue and white striped shirt and white shorts, reiterating a long held view by gay and female fans of the sport that football was a very sexy game. Sexy in lots of other ways, too. The Melborough United Five-a-Side team of hot sweaty footballers were about to embark on a gay sex group orgy that would rock the homophobic world of football to the core if ever the media should find out and it was this sense of perceived danger which gave the proceedings an added thrill. Alan smiled as he thought of what the fans would think if they could see them now ... 3. Alan was still musing on these thoughts when he felt Gary's hand stroking his arse through his shorts. Alan leaned forward slightly and then bent over completely so that his buns stood out firm and inviting. With David and Ian watching and John still at the far side of the room, Gary knelt down and buried his face in Alan's bum for several moments, then he drew back, stuck out his tongue and began to lick the back of Alan's shorts. "Oh yeah, Gary," said Alan, "that feels great. Lick my tight footballing arse through my shorts." Gary didn't need any encouragement, he licked Alan's buns and along the crack with all the professional enthusiasm he displayed on the pitch, leaving little stains of his saliva on Alan's white shorts. David and Ian were on the point of taking out their aroused pricks from their shorts as they watched while John moved in from his position against the wall to get a closer look. Five minutes after starting munching on Alan's arse, Gary had to come up for air and Alan seized the opportunity to stand and turn to face his team mates, making no attempt to hide the bulge that was now obscenely tenting out the front of his shorts and noticing that the others all had similar bulges in their shorts. Ian, John and David had joined Gary in fondling their own packages and Alan smiled again as he spoke. "I think its time for my reward now, lads," he said, reaching a hand up the right leg of his shorts and taking out his aroused prick. "Which one of you wants to be first to congratulate me for scoring all those goals?" Since Gary had been the one to set things up by licking Alan's arse, he didn't wait for the others to signify their assent and quickly dropped to his knees to worship at the altar of the captain's prick. Alan was as horny as fuck, standing there displaying his hard-on to his team mates with no inhibitions while Ian, David and John played with their own hard-ons through their shorts as they waited with eager anticipation for the celebrations to get under way. Gary allowed his eyes to take in the full beauty of Alan's prick and balls for a moment or two, cupping the sweaty cum-filled nutsacs in his right hand while taking hold of the cock in his other. "That is a fucking beautiful prick," he said, admiringly, as if seeing it in its erect state for the very first time. "Yeah, great balls, too," said David. Alan placed his hands on Gary's head, running his hands through the striker's neat dark hair, and pulled him closer to him. "Suck it," he said. "Don't keep me waiting." Gary didn't waste any more time, he opened his mouth and stuck out his pink wet tongue and licked the head of Alan's cock of some of the pre-cum which had formed, then he swallowed the entire length of the hard fuck pole, gagging as the head hit the back of his throat. Everyone applauded as Gary started to give Alan the first of his congratulatory blowjobs. "Shit!" exclaimed Alan, as Gary's hungry mouth enveloped his prick and he began sucking with gusto, "that feels so fucking good." Out of the corner of his eye, Alan saw his team mates reach inside their shorts and take out their equally hard erections. There was not much to choose between them in terms of size, they were all the proud possessors of at least eight inches of uncut man meat and they peeled back their foreskins and masturbated as they watched and admired Gary's cock sucking technique. "I've got an idea," said David, suddenly, "may sound a bit radical, but why don't we all get undressed?" "Good idea, lads," said Alan, drawing back as Gary reluctantly relinquished the captain's cock from his mouth, "as captain of Melborough United, I order you to get your kits off." The five horny footballers were out of their team kits quicker than the speed of sound, removing their shirts, shorts, socks and boots and throwing them carelessly onto the dressing room floor. Comfortable in their shared full frontal nudity, David, Ian, John and Gary stood with their hard throbbing cocks in their hands as they clustered around the now also naked Alan. "Time for you to get another reward for scoring those great goals, captain," said David, dropping to his knees in front of Alan before Gary had a chance to resume sucking. "Here's reward number two." David took over sucking Alan's cock from Gary with the same expertise and Gary, slightly put out at having been temporarily superseded but man enough not to say so, moved next to Ian and John who were wanking for all they were worth. Gary retracted his own foreskin, pulling it back as far as nature allowed, and began wanking, too, while Alan's grunts grew louder as David increased the pace of the sucking. Another five minutes flipped by, seemingly like five seconds as time always does when people are enjoying themselves, and Alan withdrew his cock from David's mouth and signalled to Ian and John that it was time for their turn. "Over here, lads," said Alan, "you ain't gonna be left out." The defender and goal-keeper smiled as they knelt down in front of Alan and Ian took the throbbing membrane into his mouth while John went down simultaneously on Alan's balls. Alan's eyes rolled in his head, thrilled that he had such wonderful horny team mates. Their enthusiasm for hot sleazy sex matched their enthusiasm for football every step of the way. "That is so fucking hot," said Gary, stroking David's bare arse as he watched Alan's prick and balls disappear from view, the captain's entire genitalia completely swallowed up in the respective mouths of Ian and John. Alan felt like he had been transported to a different planet as he enjoyed Ian and John's expert administrations, his hands ruffling the hair on their heads as he gazed down at them. Across the room, David turned and bent over across the physio table, an invitation to Gary for his arse to be licked. "Spread your cheeks, David," said Alan from his vantage point above Ian and John, "open up that hole for Gary's tongue." David prised his cheeks apart and winked his hole at his team mates, the little lines that formed either side of his tight sweaty orifice twitching with anticipation. Gary didn't waste a second as he sent his hungry tongue deep into David's arsehole. The Melborough United F.C. Five-a-Side celebrations were well and truly under way ... 4. The changing room echoed to the sounds of the five naked footballers having the time of their lives as Alan dropped to his knees to take his rewards a stage further. Ian, Gary, John and David moved to stand next to each other, forming a semi-circle around Alan, who was surrounded by four hard pricks pulsating in their owners' hands. "Wow!" exclaimed Alan, "look at all those fabulous pricks. You lads certainly know how to congratulate and reward the goal scorer." "Don't forget I scored one, too," said Gary, moving forward and holding his eight inches of footballing cock directly in front of Alan's face, an inch from his eyes. "And David, Ian and John all played their part, too." "Yeah," said David, "apart from the fact that John let one in right at the last minute." "Sorry about that," mumbled John, feeling himself blush. "Too late to worry about it now," said Ian. "That's right," said Gary, "we all make mistakes. Right now, though, I think we all deserve a reward too from this slut of a captain. What d'you say, lads?" The others chorused their agreement as Gary once again retracted his foreskin and pointed his prick in the direction of Alan's mouth. Alan loved being called a slut and was only too eager to taste all his team mates' pricks one after the other. "Suck it," said Gary, "take that big footballing cock in your sweet little mouth." A large amount of pre-cum was seeping from Gary's piss slit and Alan leaned forward and took it onto his tongue, savouring the salty taste by licking the head of Gary's cock for a few moments as a prelude to a full blowjob. Gary was anxious for Alan to get on with it and grabbed his head and pulled the captain up close so that his balls squelched against Alan's chin. "Suck it, I said," said Gary. "Yeah," said David, "we wanna watch the captain suck that nice big striker cock." "Say please," said Ian and they all laughed. "Please," said Gary, mimicking a child-like voice and they all laughed again. Alan didn't say a word as he finally treated Gary to his reward for scoring a goal, he simply opened his mouth as wide as possible - which was necessary for a cock the size of Gary's - and slid the long shaft right to the back of his throat. David, Ian and John began masturbating as they watched as Alan gagged on Gary's stiff pole, delivering his team mate a great blowjob while the others waited their turns to similarly congratulate the horny young captain of Melborough United. "Oh, shit!" exclaimed Gary, "you are such a fucking great cock sucker, captain." "Yeah and we want our cocks sucked, too," said David, succinctly. Alan continued to prove how great a cock sucker he was by servicing Gary's thick rod for five minutes or so, licking Gary's pendulous balls in the process before going back to his cock, then he went slowly along the line sucking David, Ian and John in turn. The fans would have fits if they knew that their outwardly macho heroes were, in fact, a bunch of gay men mad about hot sleazy group sex ... 5. Twenty minutes later, having satisfied his team mates with his cock sucking skills, Alan was hauled to his feet by Gary who pointed him in the direction of the physio's table. "Get up there on your hands and knees," Gary said, "and stick your arse in the air." Alan did as he was bid, it made a change to be on the receiving end of being ordered what to do since, as captain, it was normally he who did the ordering. He positioned himself in the requisite position on the table, knowing full well what was about to happen. Meanwhile, David had dropped to his knees in front of John and Ian and was treating Gary to a long slow blowjob. John and Ian had their arms around each other's shoulders and as David transferred his attention to John's prick, John and Ian leaned in together and kissed on the lips, sending their tongues into each other's mouths. "Wow!" said Gary, looking round, "look at John and Ian snogging." Alan glanced over his shoulder from his position on the table and again, for some odd reason, found himself thinking of the fans. They were all used to seeing their heroes running round the pitch in tight bum enhancing shorts but had no idea what they got up to once those shorts were discarded and they were back behind closed doors in the changing room. And, as John and Ian continued snogging, Alan also thought of all those football fans who didn't bat an eyelid when the players kissed and cuddled after scoring a goal but wouldn't view too favourably seeing them kiss and cuddle in the far more affectionate way that two of Melborough United's finest were now doing. Gary turned his attention back to Alan and knelt down on the floor by the table. Alan didn't need to be told what to do, he immediately reached round with his hands and clasped his buns, spreading them wide as he prised them apart and exposing his dark footballing arsehole. Gary tugged on his cock for a few moments as his eyes took in the beauty of Alan's sweaty fuck pit, then he stuck out his tongue and ran it over each of Alan's cheeks before sending it deep into his hole. The others turned to watch as Gary rimmed Alan's denuded arsehole, flicking his tongue up and down the long crack between Alan's succulent buns and diving deep into his anus. Gary loved licking arse as much as John loved just looking at them and Alan gasped as Gary's hot wet tongue probed the depths of his backside while David, Ian and John gathered round and resumed masturbating as they watched. John was particularly excited, in fact almost paralytic with joy since he not only thrilled to the visual delights of the male arse but loved watching them being licked, too, and many of his porno DVDs which he had locked in his cupboard at home were ones especially dedicated to the art of male arse rimming. "Hey, Gary," said David who was itching to see the team captain get fucked, "rimming our captain looks really nice but don't you think he deserves a bigger reward for helping us lift the cup?" After the Match "Yeah, Gary," said Ian, "why don't you fuck his arse instead of just licking it? Then we can all fuck him as well." "Sounds great, lads," said Alan, who had been enjoying the rimming but was now eager to be fucked, "but instead of standing there debating the issue, why don't you just get on with it? Come on, lads, I really need a good fucking and I'm getting impatient." "Can't have that, can we?" said John and again everyone laughed. John could have gone on watching Alan having his arsehole licked by Gary for hours but he deferred to the general consensus of opinion that the time had arrived for the team captain to take much more than Gary's tongue ... 6. Alan was enjoying the thrill of having his tight sweaty arsehole on display to all four of his team mates who seemed - or was it just Alan's fancy? -- to be sporting the best erections they had ever had. The four team mates were all eagerly looking forward to fucking their captain, proving beyond doubt that there are more ways than one for footballers to score while Alan was really pleased with himself that he had played so well that afternoon to earn such great respect from the other players. The proud captain and goal scorer climbed off the bed and bent over it to receive the first of his team mates' congratulatory fucks as they took it in turns to show him their appreciation of his soccer skills by treating his arsehole to a non-stop plowing with their hard footballing pricks. Gary went first, slamming his fabulous big cock into Alan's arsehole all the way up to his balls and Alan, who had been fucked by Gary and the others many times before, took the entire eight inches with consummate ease. "Aaagh!" screamed Alan as his all-accommodating arsehole clamped around Gary's prick and the five horny footballers turned the changing room into a cesspit of hardcore male sex, "that's great, Gary, your cock feels so good in my arse. Don't stop." Alan's words spurred Gary on to fuck harder and deeper, his balls slapping rhythmically against Alan's arse cheeks, while Alan's grunts and groans grew louder with each inch of cock that he took. He loved taking it up the arse, especially big ones like Gary's, and the fact that David, Ian and John were watching and wanking as he did only served to heighten all the thrills that only a gay group orgy can bring. Gary pulled out of Alan's arse before he came and then David went next, sliding his cock in so quickly that Alan hardly noticed the changeover. The dressing room continued to echo to the sounds of hot gay man sex as Alan pushed back his arsehole to meet every thrust of David's prick. The pain was intense but it was a pain mixed with pleasure and Alan had never been able to make his mind up which was the more exciting -- scoring goals or getting fucked. Right now, though, he was convinced it was getting fucked but on Saturday in Melborough's next big match, he would be fully focused on the game and getting the ball past the opposition and into the net and his opinion would doubtless change again. David was as accomplished an arse fucker as Gary and didn't really want to stop but he knew that Ian and John deserved their turns up their captain's hole and he pulled out and signalled with his eyes to Ian to take over. Ian moved round, his cock at the ready, and quickly and deftly inserted it into the willing receptacle of Alan's arsehole. "That's the way, Ian," said Gary who, having rested on the bench for a few moments to get his breath back after fucking Alan, was now raring to go again and was watching the scene intently. "Fuck him hard," he added, notwithstanding that Ian was doing just that and didn't need any encouragement. "Leave him alone, Gary," said David, feeling a mite irritated, "he's doing just fine." David shot Gary a warning look to shut up. Alan might be the team captain and in charge of things out on the pitch but when it came to their regular orgies, Gary had somehow assumed the role of ringleader, or thought he had which was why David tried to put a stop to it before Gary even got started. Finally it was John's turn and, just by way of change, Alan lifted himself up and moved to his back on the physio table, lifting his legs high in the air and spreading them as wide as was humanly possible and parting his buns in the process with his hands, the better for him to receive John's hard-on. "Fuck me raw," said Alan, "stick your big beautiful prick up my tight fucking arsehole." John was the youngest of the team members but was certainly not inexperienced. The others all knew how much of an aficionado of arses John was and they clapped and cheered as they watched him sink his enthusiastic prick into Alan to give him the same hard pounding that the others had. "Last but not least, eh?" said Ian, as he, David and Gary formed another semi-circle around the footballing fuckers, all eager to get their pricks into Alan's arsehole again before the orgy reached what they all knew would be a dramatic conclusion with lots of cum flying about, as there always was ... 7. The footballing orgy gained extra momentum when Alan in turn fucked all four of his feam mates, giving it especially hard to Gary since it was he who had scored the extra goal that had sealed the fate of Dundore Rovers. As Alan pumped his thick cock in and out of Gary's arsehole, Ian, David and John were rimming each other over by the physio table. The hot action was so intense that all five men had to summon all the willpower they possessed not to shoot their loads too soon. "Fucking hell," said John as Ian's tongue lashed his arsehole while David licked out Ian simultaneously, "this is one damn hot fucking orgy." "The best yet," Gary managed to murmur, in-between gasps as Alan's big fuck pole nudged his sphincter, sending him into paroxysms of pleasure. It was quite later on when Gary, David, Ian and John sat on the bench with their hard cocks pointing up to the ceiling to each give Alan another fuck to thank him for being such a great footballer. The orgy of gay fucking went on for well over another hour as Alan lowered his arsehole and sat on each prick in turn for another hot series of footballing fucks. Incredibly, the action moved up a further notch when Alan got back into the doggie position and found himself on the receiving end of some hot spit-roastings as Gary once more plundered his arsehole while Ian, David and John stood in front of him to have their cocks sucked. Alan loved being fucked by all four guys, they all had wonderful big pricks and, furthermore, all knew what to do with them and the hotter and sleazier the action the better, but secretly he had to admit that Gary was the best. Gary was now fucking Alan again with his experienced prick for all he was worth, his arse cheeks clenching as he pressed the stiff pole deeper into Alan's backside while Alan alternately sucked David, Ian and John's pricks. Gary, likewise, was on a roll and enjoying the feeling of total power he was exerting over the captain's arsehole. His legs buckled as he felt his climax approaching. "Oh shit!" Gary exclaimed, pulling out and holding his prick aloft Alan's buns, "I'm gonna shoot." Gary had scarcely finished speaking before he let rip with a long hot ribbon of thick white spunk. The first blast landed on Alan's back at the base of his spine while the second and third rained down on his arse cheeks and seeped into his crack. The others had been wanking furiously as Gary came his load and, seconds later, David shot a similar helping from his thick rod over Alan's face. Ian and John were a bit slower but nevertheless they both shot huge reams when they got there, John over Alan's face where his spunk mingled with David's and Ian over Alan's arse where an even more copious amount of sperm joined as one with Gary's. "Now its our turn to watch you, captain," said David, after he got his breath back, turning Alan around and sitting him down on the bench. Alan started wanking his cock to orgasm, his face and arse still covered in thick wads of rapidly congealing cum from his team mates, and very soon he let out a groan as he signified he was about to shoot. Alan screwed his eyes up and his body shook with pleasure as the sensational feelings all men get when they cum racked his body. Gary, David, Ian and John applauded as a silver slither of spunk shot into the air from Alan's prick and landed on his chest, followed by another and another until his balls were completely drained. "That was a fucking great way to celebrate a win," said Alan, smiling through the spunk on his face, "now I have to get cleaned up and gone, I promised my mum and dad I'd go to dinner with them at their place tonight. My dad wants to discuss the match." "But not what we did afterwards, eh?" laughed Gary, who was revelling in the excitement of the afternoon's activities, the five-a-side match included. Alan smiled at Gary through the remains of spunk on his face as he made for the shower room. "I've gotta take a piss," he said. "Me too," said Gary, getting up and following him through the door. Ian and David followed too and then John, licking his lips at the sight of four pairs of bare naked male arse cheeks swaying and rubbing together as the others walked along in front of him. Alan and Gary made straight for the urinals where they both let fly with long streams of hot steaming piss, Alan's face and arse still smothered in several layers of four separate helpings of congealing man juice, while David, John and Ian climbed into the showers and began to soap each other down. Alan and Gary joined them once they had finished peeing, five sets of hands fondling pricks, balls and arses as the twenty-somethings freshened themselves up. Alan was first to step out and, after towelling himself, went back to the changing room to get dressed. He stepped into his official Melborough United suit, combed his hair in front of the mirror and tightened his tie before going back to the showers to give instructions for the training schedule on the following day. His words stalled in his mouth, however, when he saw that Ian, Gary, David and John were back in business with a foursome of their own. Gary was hungrily licking David's arsehole in the showers as the hot jets streamed down on them while Ian was licking John's balls, John's prick across his face, just outside the shower but in full view of Gary and David. "Fucking hell," said Alan, "can't leave you lads alone for five minutes, can I?" "That's because we're all so fucking horny," said John. "Yeah, Alan, shame you have to go," said Ian. "Sorry lads, needs must," answered Alan. "Enjoy yourselves, though, but remember we've got an important league match the day after tomorrow against Glaisborough City. So I want you at the training ground fresh and ready first thing in the morning." Alan smiled as he left his team mates to it and went out into the arena's car park, climbing into his Porsche and planting his recently fucked arse in the driving seat. It had been a great day, winning the five-a-side, getting sucked, licked and fucked by his team mates and sucking their cocks and fucking their arseholes, too, and now a nice meal with his parents, steak and kidney pie, probably, as only his mum could make it. 8. Alan revved up the engine of the Porsche and drove out into the street. A few fans were still hanging around but the vast majority of the crowd had dispersed by now. Some of the hangers-on recognised Alan and waved and he dutifully waved back, smiling again to himself at what they would think if only they had known what had gone on in the changing room and, indeed, what was still going on at that very moment with Gary, David, Ian and John. Alan didn't dwell too long on what would happen if the media discovered that he, one of the most famous and instantly recognisable men in the country, was a secret homosexual, nor how his parents and the parents of his team mates would fare. He was pretty certain that the families of Gary, David, Ian and John had no idea their footballing sons were gay, just as his own mum and dad were blithely oblivious. Whenever Alan did allow himself to think about the dire consequences, however, determination set in that nobody would find out. After all, he hadn't got where he was today without a certain degree of ruthlessness and was even prepared, if necessary, to do a Rock Hudson and get married for camouflage although, hopefully, it would never come to that. It was his life after all and the footballing orgies always took place in private and should be no concern of anybody else's. Alan preferred to dwell on more enjoyable things and as he cruised down the street to the main road, he smiled at the memory of what had been a wonderful afternoon of football and sex. Life cannot possibly get any better than this, he thought. He was doing a job he loved, had fame and wealth beyond most people's expectations, earning more money in a week than the average person did in a lifetime simply for kicking a bag of wind around and, of course, plenty of hot gay sex -- and he was still only twenty-four years old. Happy and contented and with the world at his feet, Alan Murdoch, the proud Captain of Melborough United F.C., put one of those educated feet on the pedal and spread-eagled his way to the welcoming arms of his doting parents and his mother's delicious home-made steak and kidney pie. THE END