Date: Fri, 17 Aug 2018 21:10:32 +0300
From: Grayhair99
Subject: THE SOCCER PLAYER - Gay/Encounters

      The recent 2018 Soccer World Cup in Russia and athletes as well as
fans travelling long distances between cities in overnight trains reminded
me of an incident that happened to me in Russia couple of decades ago.
Here is the actual story with graphic description of sex between a
younger (25-26 year old) soccer athlete and me (then 50 years old).
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THE SOCCER PLAYER (?????????)

By GRAYHAIR99

     On the way to my office one morning, I brought my knapsack packed
with everything I needed for my business trip.  The usual overnight train
tide loomed ahead of me with a trip to my destination, a short night's
stay in a hotel there and then a return trip back.  There was plenty of
work to do in my office until evening so I picked up a snack and a bottle
of beer in a grocery store just in time to get to Paveletsky station in
Moscow right before the train was ready to leave.

  When I entered my compartment I saw two people already there - a
woman about 30 years old and a young man about 25 years old.    When
we introduced ourselves, I found out that the two were not related in any
way.  They just happened to be there by chance.  Before the train left the
station, I decided to eat my snack and invited my new companions to
join me.  They both declined saying that they had already had
supper.   The young man also declined my offer to share my beer with
the remark that he could not drink because he wanted to keep in shape.

  The conversation was not going very well, so after I finished my
modest supper I said that the young lady probably needed to get ready
for bed.  The young man and I went out into the corridor.  Leaning
against the rail, we felt the great freedom of masculine companionship.

  My new friend told me that the reason he was traveling from Minsk
(via Moscow) to Lipetsk - the destination of our train - was because
he had received an invitation from the Lipetsk soccer club,
"Metallurg".  Now he is playing for the Minsk team "Dinamo", but he
would like to return to Russia for more opportunities in the league.  We
talked for a rather long time about the obligations in the life of a
professional soccer player, his family (he recently got married) and other
aspects of life.
  Moreover he bemoaned the fact that his trip in two overnight trains and
the day he spent in Moscow were rather tiring for him (being an athlete,
he was constantly confined to cramped space and limited ability to
exercise) and he was concerned about being in top physical form for the
tryouts in a new club.  I suggested that perhaps a light massage would
help his stiff legs.  He agreed that that would not be a bad idea and
suggested that it could possibly be done in the compartment when we go
to bed.

  When we entered the dimly-lit compartment we found that our female
fellow traveler was already under the covers in her lower berth.  We
wished her a pleasant night and climbed up to our upper berths.  His
berth was above our other companion's and mine was on the other
side.  When we had undressed, we turned out the remaining light leaving
only the night light overhead.

  I stretched out my hand toward my friend, touched his shoulder and
asked him if he still wanted the leg massage.  When he responded in the
affirmative, I moved over to his berth next to his legs.  He turned over
on his stomach and I began to massage each leg in turn beginning with
his feet and calves and then, more carefully, his thighs -especially the
upper part.

 He was wearing knitted boxer shorts that fit tightly over his round,
muscular buttocks.  While grasping his legs in the groin area I not only
massaged his thighs but also slipped my hand under the elastic edges of
his shorts toward his supple buttocks. Spreading apart the upper part of
his thighs, I sometimes slid my hand between his legs and touched his
balls.  That seemed to please him since he spread his legs even further
apart, which gave me better access and he raised his rear end up a bit
thus offering his buns for massage.

  I even more enthusiastically gratified his hemispheres and slipped
deeper between his legs, boldly touching and even grasping his balls
with my fingers.  After spending a rather significant amount of time on
this part of his body, I suggested that he turn over on his back.

   Again, with a rather firm grip, but now from the front, I massaged in
turn his calves and then his thighs.  On the upper part of his thighs I
boldly (but he did not protest) slid my hands under the elastic edges of
his shorts right up to his crotch.  He was already accustomed to my
method of touching his balls, as if it were an indispensable part of my
massage.

  However, I became bolder and besides lightly grasping his balls, I
decided to massage his cock as well.  It had already become partially
engorged and stretched out over a length greater than the size of my
palm.  After I had held and lightly squeezed his engorging penis with my
hand, for some reason I became shy and went back to massaging his
thighs.  My companion then lowered his hand to mine and directed it
toward his crotch.  What he needed was obvious.  He very much wanted
some action precisely on his genitalia.

  I pulled the top of his shorts down below his balls and began to slowly
masturbate his already solidly erected cock.  His hand then moved to my
head and gradually pushed it toward his erect phallus.  I obeyed and
when I had approached the prize, solidly grasped his erect shaft with my
lips and went down on it all the way to its base.  With gentle pressure on
the back of my head he showed me what movements I should make.

  I did all this with pleasure, increasing the up-down movements, going
all the way down to its base and then all the way up to the tip. Here and
there, up and down, again and again.  At a certain point, he pressed
firmly on the back of my neck and at the same time raised his ass so that
his cock penetrated deeply into my mouth.  It became very tense and
began to pulsate.  I felt streams of warm masculine seed in my
mouth.  Since there was no spare room in my mouth filled with his
engorged cock, it began to dribble out on my lips and chin.

  Pleased with the massage he had received and the relaxation in his
loins, the soccer player raised up on his elbows, brought his lips closer to
my mouth and kissed it, gently licking my chin with his tongue.  Having
received satisfaction from fulfilling my duty, I returned to my berth.

  The soccer player quietly glanced at our fellow traveler and convinced
that she was still awake, said that if she was restless perhaps a massage
would help.  Our gray-haired companion (namely, me) could provide
that for her.  She muttered something incomprehensible so I climbed
down from my berth, slipped on my training pants and headed for the
toilet.  Something had to be done with my unsatisfied hard-on...
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     The next morning in Lipentsk a group of athletes wearing the same
sports uniform with the crest of the local soccer club met our train.  They
were chatting animatedly as they ran up to the exit from our coach.  I got
off the train, walked past them and even from a distance could hear their
loud greetings for their future teammate.  I hope his tryout was
successful, that he presented his very best physical form and was
accepted on the team.

     On my next trip there I will definitely go to their local stadium to root
for my very first INTIMATE acquaintance with a professional soccer
player.

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artistic translation and encourage to publish the story.

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