Date: Tue, 15 Mar 2011 09:31:08 +0100
From: Shaun White <corcega112@hotmail.com>
Subject: It Started at School - Chapter 9.

This story is completely fictional. Names, characters and incidents are a
product of the author's imagination, and any resemblance to real people or
incidents is completely coincidental.

This story contains descriptions of sexual interactions. If you are
uncomfortable reading such material, or are not permitted to do so legally,
please leave this page immediately. Please read at your own risk.

It Started at School -- Chapter 9

     Things went really well for the next few weeks.  Bob's career seemed
to have taken a turn for the better since my mum and I moved in with him
(maybe it was my mum's cooking).  He had always scored a lot of goals but
recently he was scoring even more.  A lot of the goals were from planned
moves practised during their training sessions but at every home match he
seemed to produce a few minutes of brilliance and score a spectacular goal
which was usually a solo effort by him.  The Club coach had commented on
this and a number of television reporters had commented on it but Bob just
said all goal scorers go through a purple patch and this happened to be his
turn but some of us suspected it was something more.  I thought it was
because he was so happy with his private life and it reflected in his play
on the pitch.

     Bob's team were leading the league and there was only one other team
who could possibly rob them of the League title and that was one of the top
London based clubs.  Well, it came to the time of the season when Bob's
team had to travel to London to play on their ground.  Everyone knew what a
vital match it was.  The game was to be played on the Sunday afternoon and
during that week the Coach asked Bob if there was any chance that my mum
would let me travel with the team to London and attend the match.  I had
never been to any away matches and had never been to London either.  The
Coach said I would be included in the official Club party and would travel
with the team and officials in the Club transport.  He said he wanted me to
be with him before and during the match, even sitting with him in the
dug-out at the side of the pitch during the game.  The coach said it would
mean going down on the Saturday and they would all stay in an hotel
overnight and as Bob and I lived in the same house and as I had never been
away before the Coach suggested we should share a room at the hotel.  Bob
told me it was usual for two players to share a twin bedded room on such
occasions.  My mum naturally agreed when asked and so the big day came and
I set off with the rest of the squad to London.

     We were booked into a luxury hotel and on the Saturday evening we had
a fabulous meal.  The Coach took particular care of me and in fact all the
players were nice to me and accepted me as though I was a regular among
them.  After dinner we sat around talking and the Coach kept stressing to
the players how important it was that they should win this game because if
they could win, it would be hard for anyone to stop them winning the League
title.  It was agreed that an early night was necessary so we soon said our
good-nights and went off to our rooms to sleep.  As soon as we were alone
in our room Bob hugged me and asked me how I felt.  I said I was really
excited but I could not understand why the Coach was being so nice to me.
Bob said the Coach must have a good reason because he was a very shrewd man
and never did anything without giving it a lot of thought.  Although we had
twin beds we decided that before trying to sleep we should have a short
session together so when we stripped naked Bob came and lay on my bed.  We
lay top to bottom for a while enjoying a nice 69er.  However before cumming
Bob asked if he could fuck me.  I said "Yes, of course.  Let's celebrate my
first away match and my first visit to London but mainly let us celebrate
the first time we have been able to sleep in the same room together.
Although this is not a double bed it is still larger than the normal single
bed so why don't we sleep in the one bed?"  Bob thought that was a great
idea so he said he would fuck me then suck me off and we would then try to
sleep but if either of us woke up during the night and wanted more sex it
would be quite in order to wake up the other person.  Bob was soon fucking
me and before long he shot a good load of cum into me before changing his
position and bringing me to a climax with one of his excellent blowjobs.

     We slept in each other's arms and I was amazed how well I slept but
then we both awoke at about 7.30 am the next morning and the same actions
were repeated with Bob fucking me and then sucking me off.  We showered
together and went down to enjoy a hearty breakfast.  All the other players
and officials were there and all seemed keyed up for the match later that
day.  After breakfast we sat around for an hour and then Bob had to report
to the hotel gym to do some light training with the rest of the team.  The
Coach asked me to join him there.  He said he wanted me to stay with him
most of the day.  He said he would explain his reasons later.

     I spent a really interesting few hours which even included sitting in
whilst the Coach was interviewed for television.  The interviewer asked who
I was and what was my connection with the club but the Coach shrugged off
the question by just saying I was a guest of the Club for this particular
match.

     Eventually we all left the hotel in the Club transport and arrived at
the match ground.  I stayed close to the Coach even when he went in the
players' dressing room for the pre-match talk and then when it was time for
the start of the match I joined the Coach at the touch-line.  The match was
very even but after about half an hour the home team scored and the crowd
went wild.  Then after a team talk at half time the game resumed and 5
minutes after the start of the second half Bob headed a pass into the goal
and the game was even again.  It stayed like this until about 5 minutes
before the end.  The Coach was worried and suddenly turned to me and
whispered "We can still do it, we need a bit of magic though."  He had just
finished saying it and our opponents were pressing hard and looked like
they might score but they were trying too hard and pushed too many men up
the field.  The ball was intercepted by one of our defenders and passed to
Bob.  Bob realised there was only one opposing defender in their half of
the field so he passed the ball out to the wing and chased after it at
great speed.  I had never seen him run so fast.  He took the ball forward
on his own and despite the defenders trying to re-group Bob left them
behind.  The sole defender approached Bob but Bob kicked the ball ahead and
ran round the defender.  Now he faced only the goalkeeper.  When Bob
reached the penalty area the goalkeeper knew he had to do something so he
came off his goal line and dived to get the ball from Bob's feet but Bob
was too clever and moved the ball away at the last minute and the
goalkeeper finished up grabbing Bob's ankle instead of the ball.  Bob went
down and the referee blew his whistle to indicate a penalty but far worse
than that for the home team was that the referee reached to his pocket and
showed a red card to the goalkeeper.  He sent him off the pitch.  That
meant that one of the other players had to put on the goalkeeper's jersey
and face a penalty.  Whilst all this was happening Bob looked straight at
me and I gave him a little wave.  He gave me a thumbs-up sign and waited.
When the referee was ready Bob placed the ball on the penalty spot.  He
walked back casually and then turned and took the few steps forward and
blasted the ball into the back of the net with such power it looked as
though the net might break.  The Coach jumped in the air and grabbed hold
of me and kissed me on the cheek and said "I knew you could do it, well
done Martin."  I was stunned but joined in the celebrations.  We had won
the match by that one goal and the Club was to go on and win the League
title.

     After the match during the usual television interview the Coach was
asked what made the difference between the two sides and the Coach said
"Well they had watched our team and we had watched theirs so from a
tactical point of view it was a stale-mate but what they knew nothing about
was our bit of magic, we had a secret weapon and don't ask what it is or it
will not be a secret any more."

     We had a bit of a celebration after the match and then we headed North
again, a long ride home but a happy one.  Bob said to me "We will have our
private celebration later tonight, just enjoy the rest of the afternoon
with everyone else."  After we arrived at the Club again and before Bob and
I left for home the Coach took us to one side and said how successful his
idea had been.  He said he had realised weeks ago that whenever I was
present at a match Bob always produced a bit of magic.  He said he did not
know why this happened but he reckoned he was a good judge of men and he
knew there was some special connection between the two of us.  He said it
was as though we worked as a pair and there was some telepathy between us.
He said most footballers were superstitious people and he was no exception.
He said he did not know what the connection between us was but whatever it
was he hoped it would continue.  He went on to say that a number of other
clubs were showing great interest in Bob including some foreign clubs but
he hoped Bob would not leave his present Club.  Bob assured him that he was
happier now than he had ever been and he hoped he could remain with his
present Club for a few more years yet but at the end of the day he was a
professional footballer and he had to go wherever his career would take
him.

     When we arrived home my mum was overjoyed with the result and said she
had seen the television interviews before and after the match and she was
so proud to have seen me there sitting with the Coach.  I told her what an
exciting time it had been and I hoped I would be able to go to a few more
away games and she said she was quite happy with that so long as I did not
neglect my schooling.  Mum had cooked a super meal for us and after eating
it we settled down to a quiet evening together as one happy family.
Eventually, we decided we were tired after all the excitement so we decided
to have a reasonably early night because Bob had training the next morning
and I had school to attend.  However, when we went upstairs Bob whispered
that he would join me in a few minutes.  I stripped and was lying naked in
bed when he tapped softly on the door and came in.  He was already naked
and he just climbed into bed with me.  He asked if I minded if he stayed
all night.  I said I was happy with that and we immediately kissed and
cuddled before he made love to me.  It was the best love-making session we
had ever had.  He said "Well I think we have a lot to celebrate tonight.
We had a great victory today and even the Coach acknowledged that you had a
part in it.  I think he might even suspect there is something between us
but he seems to accept it and maybe even approves of it.  It is surprising
what people will accept when it means success.  We must still be very
careful in front of others but I have a feeling that you are going to be
involved more and more with the Club and with the Coach but let us just
celebrate tonight in the best way possible.  I want tonight to be as near
as possible to our Honeymoon night.  We are going to make love more than
once before morning so I hope you are ready for it and I hope you can still
get up tomorrow morning and be nice and bright and ready for another day at
school."

     By the next morning when I was ready for Bob to drop me off at school
he had made love to me four times during the night and he had sucked me off
four times also and yet by the time we had showered we were fully awake and
ready to face another day.  All in all, life was as good as I thought it
could possibly be.....

End of Chapter 9.

Your comments would be appreciated.  The younger you are, the better for
me.  Please send them to me at corcega112@hotmail.com