Date: Wed, 18 Apr 2007 14:19:38 +0000
From: Ben Jones <recruitability@hotmail.com>
Subject: Adam's football tackle - part 1

There was no doubt that Adam could play, and he was fit as fuck, too, with
his kit clinging to his sweat soaked body and showing off a tight toned arse
and gym worked chest. His gelled blonde hair set off a natural tan from a
year travelling in Australia, that was emphasised further by the icy
whiteness of his shiny football kit. If I hadn't been concentrating on
checking him out, I might have kicked the ball rather than his shin, but
then none of this would ever have happened either.
'Wanker' he sneered as my boot connected with his shin pad, damaging his
pride more than his leg, although the fury was clear in his arrogant eyes.
Standing back up again, he gobbed at my shin and sneered' You'll pay for
that later' before jogging back across the pitch as the Ref blew the
whistle.
I avoided him for the last ten minutes of the game, fascinated and awed by
his arrogant sneer and fantastic body, whilst trying to stop the growing
hardon in my shorts every time I caught his eye, wishing I'd worn briefs for
the match for more than the first time. As we left the pitch - Adam's team
won 3-2, both teams filed off the pitch and I stood face to face with him as
he shucked his shirt, deliberately wiping the sweat from under his arms
before proferring it to me - 'Winners swap with losers, right, Loser.' He
sneered again, watching intently as I stripped my own shirt off  and tried
to cover the growing bulge in my shorts. I caught a wiff off his sweat as I
pulled it over my head, which didn't really help keep my cock under control,
and immediately felt the cool wetness of the shirt - his sweat - against my
body. He didn't put my shirt on but adjusted the white shorts so that they
were low on his butt, emphasising the crack at the top of his cheeks and
showing off the trail or dark blonde hair that curled down beneath his belly
button. The guy must work out in the gym 24/7 to get Abs like that.
'I'm not showering and my stuff's in the car up there - you might as well
come with me' he said setting off through the path to the woods that led to
the top road. Amazed at his unquestioning arrogance, and slightly disgusted
with myself for following without pointing out that my clothes and bag were
in the changing rooms, and that I really did need a shower, I set off behind
him, trying to concentrate on the woodland rather than his arse.
Several metres into the woods he slowed down and chucked my shirt into the
woods. 'Give my my shirt back, loser' he ordered, and I started to strip it
off immediately, trying not to catch his eye. Handing it back to him and
bending down to pick up my own, he pushed me to the ground with a well
placed boot to my arse, and placed his muddy boot on my chest as I rolled
over. 'Seems to be Ok to go round kicking people today, doesn't it' he
drawled as he gobbed deliberately onto my face. 'I don't like being made to
look a prat on the pitch, ya know.'
I tried to move my hand down to my shorts to adjust the throbbing hardon
that had grown from this arrogant fit fucker and he checked it straight
away.
'Thought you was probably a queer. Should have concentrated on the big ball,
faggot, rather than mine.' Grabbing my hair he pulled me to my knees and
pushed me back against a tree, before pulling my face into the sweat and
cock scented fabric damp fabric of his shorts. 'Guess you're a good
cocksucker so might as well let you' and with his free hand dropped the
waistband of his shorts down to his thighs and pushed my face into the
sweaty warmth of his balls. 'Make it good, queer boy, you don't want your
mates finding out do ya,' he laughed.
His balls were smooth and slick with sweat from 90 minutes of action and his
stiffening uncut cock brushed against my nose and eyes as he aggressively
thrust my face into his balls. Without letting go of my hair, he pulled back
his foreskin and forced his cock, already moist with pre cum, into my mouth
and continued to fuck my face until I was gasping for air. As he grunted and
cursed at me, he pulled my upright by my hair, pulling my shorts down as I
stood in front of him, my front pushed against the tree. I felt a warm glob
of spit land on the crack to my arse and his warm wet helmet push against my
tight hole, as he moved his hand around to my mouth and covered my face with
the sweaty shorts he had been wearing earlier. With his other arm wrapped
around my waist, Adam thrust his hard eight incher straight into me without
warning, holding it there while my body shivered and shook with the pain.
'You're the loser, loser - take it like a man' he muttered as he started to
pound my arse, his balls slapping against my arse and his fingers twisting
and pinching my nipples as he built up momentum. Involuntarily, although
looking back on it, eagerly may have been a better word, I pulled the sweat
soaked fabric of his shorts into my mouth and bit down to manage the pain of
his huge cock pounding my tight arse.
'Proper little faggot aren't ya' he sneered, pulling his cock out of my arse
and pushing my legs apart so that I slipped to the ground below him. Pulling
the shorts out of my mouth, he straddled my face, so that his cherry red
arse hole was directly above my mouth. 'You know what to do gay boy' he said
lowering himself onto me so that my mouth was covered by his sweaty arse
cheeks with my tongue eagerly probing the inside of his arse, his smooth wet
balls bouncing against my chin as he rocked and thrust his dripping cock in
his hand.  I must have hit the right spot as with three or four thrusts he
shot thick ropey strands of cum across my chest and landing as far as my
cock and balls, the hot cum quickly solidifying on my body.
'Wank off then gay boy. You know you want to' he ordered, my face still
buried in his sweaty cheeks. Adding three or four thick globs of cum to the
cum he had already shot across my body, Adam stood up with his back to the
tree, pulled his shorts back up and folded his arms. 'Fucking gay boys. You
should have yer own teams really,' he sneered, and pulling out his softening
cock, started to direct a stream of warm piss across my face and chest,
before finishing off on the heap of my kit at the base of the tree.
'Have fun explaining that one to the lads in the changing rooms, gay boy.
You're not getting in my fuckin car in that state' he laughed as he pulled
on his white shirt and set off up the hill.
'Guess you're playing next week, queer boy loser. See you then, he winked'