Date: Sat, 15 Apr 2017 09:51:12 +0000 (UTC)
From: c m <nesteuk@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: The Hockey boys, Mark and Me Part 12

First, many apologies for my stupidity in missing out this section from the
story.

I uploaded section 12 instead of this submitting this one first.

I am very grateful to all of you who pointed this out - and for your kind
words about the story.

I hope this hasn't spoiled the enjoyment too much.

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Mark and me, part 12



The next day found a number of members of the team showing signs of the
workload that we had got through in the last three days. Given all the sex
I'd been having as well, I should have felt knackered, but whether it was
Max's massages, or just the therapeutic quality of the sex, I felt on top
of the world.

      Northcliff were clearly suffering. They weren't as good as us to
start with, and a number of their players looked very tired. Tim played
well, but it wasn't enough. We beat them 6-0, which was worse than they
deserved, but they applauded us off at the end.

      Tim came over. 'I'm so sorry about last night. The team meeting went
on and then our master had organised some kind of supposedly fun evening. I
couldn't get out of it. Any chance tonight?'

      `I'll talk to Mark, Tim.'

      `OK. Now just beat the Germans.'

      Which was exactly what we had to do. Max's team was also
unbeaten. Both sides had six wins - as well as the draw against each other.

      I always get nervous before big games. It's the adrenalin - and I
welcome it. It means it matters to me and it sharpens me. It also means I
lose my appetite, so I didn't bother with lunch.  I wandered up to the
changing room instead where the Northcliff team were showering. They'd had
a debrief after Tim had talked to me and now their tournament was
over. Most of the boys were already on their way out of the room, but Tim
was still getting dressed after his shower. I sat down beside him.

      'Not having lunch?' he asked.

      'No...adrenalin nerves. Need something to take my mind off things.'

      'I don't suppose this would help?'

      He lifted his shirt and showed me his cock which was pulsing its way
to hardness.

      'Fancy popping in the toilets for a quickie?'

      'Tim Underwood...you are a VERY naughty boy.'

      He pulled on his shorts and we headed for the toilet block that lay
beyond the showers. All the cubicles seemed to be unoccupied, but we chose
the one at the end on the right.

      Once inside, Tim took his shorts off and I pulled my shorts and jock
down around my ankles. He looked at me then whispered,

      'What happened to your pubes?'

      'Long story - I'll tell you later,'

      'Sexy as hell whatever the reason.'

      Tim dropped to his knees and took me in his mouth. The blow job was
short and sweet, but felt bloody marvellous. He was clearly a very quick
learner, swallowing the load I deposited in his mouth without so much as a
splutter. I changed positions with him, taking his long, curved cock in my
mouth. This was no time for niceties. I went to work on his shaft and soon
felt his balls tightening before he reached a vigorous and plentiful
climax. We hugged, then got dressed and I slipped out first. With the coast
clear, I coughed twice, our signal, and Tim strolled out behind me.

       I wasn't nervous any more. Note to self: blow job before a game in
future.



The game against the Germans was a classic. Both teams had learned from our
first encounter.  In the end, it took a piece of individual brilliance from
Mark to beat two men and set Paul free down the centre. Max was left with
too much to do. I took Paul's pass and relaid it back to him on the other
side of Max who cursed and turned, but Paul was already in the circle; he
drew the keeper and slotted the ball home. It was 1-0 at half time.

      The second half was hard. Both sides were physically at their
limit. We only cracked once, but it was critical and we found ourselves all
square again at 1-1. With time running out, we carved out a final
chance. Paul found some space on the left and drove in to the top of the
circle where he was taken out by an exceptionally badly-timed tackle that
left Paul clutching his arm where it had hit the astroturf surface as his
full weight landed on it.

      I'm sure that it was tiredness rather than intent, but the Umpire had
no option but to award a penalty stroke. The problem was that Paul was our
first-choice stroke taker, and, with his arm as it was, he clearly couldn't
take it. But every team has a back -up stroke taker, and we were no
exception. It was me.

      As I walked up to take it, I was completely focused. I didn't look at
anyone - least of all Max.

      I have a little trick. As I prepare, standing over the ball, I always
sneak a quick look at the side of the goal I am NOT going to aim for. Just
a flick of my eyes, up and down. I want the keeper to see this. I want him
to think he has caught a sneaky glance that I hoped I'd hidden. I want him
to think I'm checking the angle for the side I'm going for. Penalty strokes
are around an 85% certainty if you can get the ball about nine inches off
the ground, just inside the post so it ends up in the side netting. But the
goal is not huge and the keeper can reach both sides if he guesses right or
if the shot is not accurate. If he sees my sneaky glance, I reckon my
chances go from 85% to 99%.

      I flicked my eyes right and then immediately back to the ball. The
umpire asked us both if we were ready. He blew his whistle. The shot was
almost perfect. Right height, only a couple of inches further inside the
post than I would have liked. But the keeper had seen my sneaky glance and
his weight was wrong. He was ready to go left but the ball went to his
right. It clipped the top of the backboard. My team applauded, but I was
looking at Max. He was nodding. And that was that. 2-1. We were tournament
champions.

      Max came over afterwards. 'Good penalty, Chris. Keeper said he
thought you were going the other way. Well done.'

      I put my arm round his shoulders. I didn't care who saw or what they
thought. They probably just thought I was doing my bit for international
relations. They might have been less keen if they knew exactly what sort or
relations we were actually having.

      `I wish it hadn't been me that scored the winning goal, Max.'

      'On the contrary Chris. It is the only way that I can cope with
losing. I feel like I lost to you...and that's OK.'

      I ruffled his hair. 'I'm going to miss you so much.'

      'You have no idea Chris how much I will miss you.' He leaned into
me. 'Promise me you'll write. I give you my address and phone number at
home.'

      'I'll write, Max.'

      We let go of each other before it became too obvious that this wasn't
opponents commiserating.

      'I will see you tonight, yes?'

      'Yes, Max, at the dinner.'

      'Not at the dinner, idiot. After.'

      I put my hands to my face in mock shock. 'Herr Schell, are you
suggesting that we should sleep together?'

      He grinned. 'No, Herr Alexander, sleep is the last thing I am
suggesting. I am suggesting that we should have sex together. A lot of
sex. I'll see you later.' He grinned and then headed off to the changing
rooms.

      Tim came over and shook my hand. 'Congratulations. You seem to get on
well with...Max...isn't it?'

      'Yes it's Max, and yes we get on very well together.'

      'Thanks for earlier - I enjoyed that.'

      'No...I should be thanking you. It was your idea and it made me feel
fantastic. Got rid of my excess nerves too.'

      'Anytime, Chris. Anytime'.

      `Cool. OK. See you later.'

      The trophy ceremony was mercifully brief. A dinner for all the teams
had been laid on in the hotel for that evening and we had all been given
permission to drink. The mood in the bus on the way back to the hotel was
extremely happy. Mr. Walton was thrilled. Winning does wonderful things to
tiredness - we all felt energised and ready to party.

      On the way back I told Mark about Tim and our quickie blowjob.

      'A very horny boy, then.'

      'Very.'

      Back at the hotel, we unloaded all our gear and arranged to meet up
at 7.45 before dinner. Mark and I had just got back to our room when Max
appeared at the end of the corridor. He was still in his sports kit.

      'Hiya Max...didn't you shower at the club?'

      'No...so many people I thought I'd shower back here.'

      I looked at Mark. He nodded.

      'Why not come and shower with us?'

      A big grin split Max's face. 'OK...I'll be right with you.'

      He went into his room and came back out with a towel and his
bathrobe. We all went into our room and stripped off. What with trainers
and sweaty bodies, the place didn't smell too good. We headed for the
shower and turned the main one and the two separate small ones on. I turned
one of the little ones on Max's face. He shook his hair and made a grab for
me which ended up with us both scrabbling on the floor of the shower. Mark
adjusted the controls on the shower he was holding and sprayed it over
us. It was freezing cold.

      'AIIIIEEEE' we both yelled and jumped up, taking the shower from
Mark's hand and turning it on him. He hopped from one foot to the other
under the spray.

      'OK, OK...enough. I apologise.'

      We all got under a stream of hot water and washed each other using
the shower gel and shampoo. Inevitably we all got erections.

      Mark smiled and said, 'Why don't you two go and use the bed. I'm
going to run the bath and sit in it for a bit and ease the stiffness out of
my legs.'

      Max nodded and we took our towels and headed for the bed. We laid the
towels on the bed and sprawled, still wet, on top of them. We held each
other close. We kissed - first without tongues and then with. Max pushed me
onto my back.

      'I want to ride you like before.'

      'I'd love that, Max.'

      He took hold of my cock and stroked it to full hardness. I went to
reach into the drawer for the KY, but Max reckoned we were both still wet
enough not to need it.

      'Let's try anyway, Chris. Just a bit of saliva should do it.'

      He spat in his hand and rubbed it on me. It should have been vaguely
repellent but I found it immensely sexy. Though it wasn't as easy without
the jelly, the sensations were much stronger as I entered him. As he sat on
me he felt tighter and hotter around my cock than he had before. It took a
little more time, but I was eventually fully inside him. He rode me with a
controlled desperation. I thought I could see tears in his eyes. I held his
face in my hands and lifted my knees up, tipping him forward onto my chest.

      'I don't want this to end, Chris.'

      'Max...I will never forget you, and there is a part of my heart that
will always be yours. Let's enjoy each other. No tears, no regrets.'

      I put my knees down and he rocked back, pumping himself up and down
on me. I took hold of his wildly waving erection. We came simultaneously,
his cum fountaining up in the air and landing on my chest. I felt myself
erupt inside him.

      Spent, we lay facing each other, Max's arms wrapped around me - and
that's how Mark found us as he emerged from the bathroom some twenty
minutes later. He came and lay on the other side of Max, putting an arm
over him.

      'You were very noisy - and you're sticky. I can't imagine what you
two were doing...'

      `Yeah, right.'

      I went to the bathroom and came back with a wet face towel and wiped
Max's cum off both of us. With dinner looming, it was time we all got
changed. Max rolled himself off the bed, put on his robe and gathered up
his kit before heading off to his room,

      `See you later Max.'

      `I'll be waiting.'



Dinner was semi-formal. All the teams were there, but we were free to sit
with whoever we liked. Our table consisted of me, Mark, Max, Friedrich, Tim
and his friend Paul, Piet and Antoine. There were jugs of beer on the
tables from the local Heineken brewery.

      The food was excellent, and we all got stuck into the beer in a big
way, the jugs being replenished whenever they were emptied. Mr Walton got
up and said a few words, thanking the organisers and talking about how
everyone had created new friends and international relationships. At this
Max ran his hand up the inside of my leg and squeezed. There was polite
applause and then the player of the tournament award was announced.

      To no-one's surprise except possibly his, it was given to Mark who
went up to collect it.  It was a nice silver tankard which Mark promptly
filled with beer and passed round the table for us all to take a shared
drink from. 'To international relations' was his toast. The fact that he
was looking directly at me and Max when he said it was, I am sure, purely
coincidental.

      Piet then produced a bottle of what he said was the local drink used
at celebrations, called Young Genever or something like that. He refilled
Mark's tankard and it was passed around again. The fiery spirit made most
of us cough, but it was very warming on the way down.

      The effect of all the beer and then the spirit on boys not used to
drinking heavily - or at all - slowly became apparent. No-one was overtly
drunk, but we were certainly a great deal less inhibited. I noticed Tim and
Mark laughing and giggling together, and Friedrich put an arm round my
shoulder and told me I was something in German which Max translated as
'prettier than any girl he had ever seen', which I suppose was a
compliment. Max said something to him and there was a brief exchange of
words before Friedrich got up and headed off to find his other teammates.

      'What was that about.'

      'He is a little drunk. He said that I should share my English lion -
that's you - with him, and maybe even some of the others. I told him you
were off limits. I hope that is OK.'

      'Thank you. I like Friedrich but...I don't want to be shared with
him....and anyway, he has a tiny cock.'

      Max nearly sprayed his mouthful of beer all over me. He gulped and
swallowed and just nodded his head, before laughing. 'Yes, that's
right....my English lion.'

      `My English Lion'. I quite liked that.

      After dinner we broke up into small groups. There was more beer for
anyone who wanted it. Mr. Walton made his way round the room telling each
of us that there was no hurry in the morning; we didn't need to be in
reception until midday ready to travel home. Then he left.

      I couldn't see Mark anywhere, so I found Max and suggested that I
knew how I wanted to spend the rest of the evening. It involved him, his
bed, his massage oil, no clothes and probably a lot of stickiness. He
grinned and we headed upstairs. I wanted to get my bathrobe for later, so
we first went into my room.

      Mark really must learn to lock the door or tell me what he's going to
do, but maybe the beer had just got the better of him. When I walked in he
was naked on the bed with Tim.  Tim's red hair was bobbing up and down
between Mark's legs as he sucked him off. I was quietly pleased.

      'Just getting my robe,' I said.

      Mark and Tim were clearly a lot more pissed than I was, as Tim just
said,

      'Why don't you two come and join us?'

      It was tempting - but I wanted Max more than Tim.

      'Why don't you spend the night with Max,' said Mark, 'Tim and I have
got a lot of exploring to do'. They both started laughing.

      'See you guys later.' I said, heading out and across to Max's room.

      As we got inside the door, Max turned and put his arms around my
waist. 'Can you really stay the night? That would be...wonderful.'

      'Let's see how things go, Max. Maybe.'

      I undressed Max. His shirt, his shoes, his socks and then his
trousers. I unbuckled his belt, popping the button and unzipping his fly. I
pulled them down his legs and he stepped out of them. His little black
briefs were stretched over his erection. I kissed his bulge then pulled the
waistband back allowing his cock to pop out free and upright. The material
slipped down his legs and he kicked them away. I buried my face in his
crotch. The tip of his cock was already slippery with precum. I licked it
clean. He moaned.

      Max pulled me up and took his turn undressing me until we were both
naked. We embraced, and I felt his hands running up and down my back and
over my bum, sliding down the crack and brushing over my pucker. I buried
my hand in the mass of curls on his head, pulling his face to mine. We
stumbled over to the bed and fell, entwined, onto it.

      We knew each other's bodies so well by now that our lovemaking was
easy and gentle.  We flowed into one another, enjoying each crevice and
bump, each ridge and valley. I took Max from behind as we lay on our sides
on the bed, my hand wrapped around his hardness.  Our orgasms coincided
with a shudder and then he turned and lay spread-eagled on top of me, every
part of us touching the other.

      Eventually he rolled off and snuggled up beside me. He put his head
on my chest and I ran my fingers through his hair.

      'Have you ever fucked anyone, Max?'

      'No, Chris. I've never wanted to.'

      He looked into my eyes.

       'Actually, that's not true. I haven't wanted to...until I met you,
and actually not even then, until yesterday. But I know that I can't and
I'm fine with that. I have already had more than I could dream of having.'

      'But you'd like to fuck me?'

      'I'd like to try. With you...I can imagine it. With the other boys I
have had sex with I could not even imagine it.'

      'Would you like to hump me? You know, put your cock along my crack
and move up and down but on the outside, not the inside?'

      A smile spread slowly across his face. 'Really? Yes, I'd like to try
if that's alright with you.'

      'It's very alright with me. I'd love you to, in fact.'

      I could see that Max was hard from just thinking about it, so I
rolled over onto my front and spread my legs. I felt Max get between them
and pull my cheeks apart before laying his hot, hard cock down the length
of my crack. It was all I could do not to beg him to put it in me. Max
started to move up and down. I felt him draw the tip of his cock across my
hole and back before going back to sliding up and down.

      I heard his breathing quicken and his movements get quicker and then
there was a sudden, warm wetness as he came across my back and down my
crack. He lay there breathing heavily for a moment. He kissed me on the
back of the neck. It sent tingles up and down my spine.  Then he sat up and
drew a finger through his cum before slipping it into my hole. I wriggled
with pleasure.  He kissed me again, then just lay, nuzzled against me.

      'Oh my god, Chris. That was so good.'

      I turned underneath him, leaving him sitting between my thighs.

      'Ummm...be honest with me, Max...I think you can more than just
imagine fucking me...'

      He lifted his head and looked straight into my eyes. 'Yes, Chris. Yes
I can.'

      'Then maybe you know what to look for in a boy. You need one that
makes you feel you want to be in him as well as having him in you.'

      'I know that I want you to be in me again right now.'

      He rode me. The way we had that first time we were together. The way
that was us.

      Afterwards we just lay in each other's arms.

      'This has been some tournament, eh, Max?'

      'Like no other, Chris.'

      'I'm so happy to have met you.'

      'I will never, ever forget you. Unfortunately I think you may have
spoiled me for other boys.'

      'No way. There is someone out there for you who will make me just a
passing fling.'

      'You will never be just that.'

      It was now well after midnight, and I had to decide where I was going
to sleep. I was happy to sleep with Max, but I thought I ought just to
check that Mark had meant it.

      'Should we go and see how Mark is doing?'

      We both sneaked across the corridor and I tried the handle. It was
still unlocked. Max and I went inside. Mark and Tim were asleep on the
bed. The alcohol and the tiredness and the sex had clearly exhausted
them. They were naked and streaked with the evidence of their love-making -
and Tim appeared to have lost his red pubes and was now as hairless as the
rest of us between his legs. Max noticed at the same time as me and we
smiled at each other. I pulled the duvet over them.

      'Looks like we get to sleep together.'

      'Wonderful. In fact, a perfect end to the tour, Chris.'

      We went back over to Max's room and climbed into bed. We were both
suddenly very tired.  Max turned on his side and I spooned into the back of
him. Despite our exertions my cock twitched as it met his bottom and slowly
stiffened. Max put a hand behind him and gave it a squeeze.

      'We save it for one more time in the morning, yes?'

      'Yes, Max.'

      We went to sleep cuddled up together.




In fact it turned out to be two more times in the morning. We neither of us
wanted to be the first to acknowledge that this was the end of our magical
few days. In the end, I rolled out of bed and headed for the shower. Max
joined me a minute or so later and we washed each other, enjoying a last
feel of one another's bodies. I dressed and gave Max a huge hug and a kiss.

      'I promise we'll meet again one day, Max. Thank you for everything,
but above all ...for just being you.'

      'Write to me Chris. Promise me. Thank you for sharing yourself with
me. I couldn't have dreamed a better dream.'

      'See you downstairs before we go.'

      'Of course. And here is my address and phone number. Can you write
yours on this?'  He gave me a piece of paper and I wrote down the
details. We exchanged our bits of paper.

      I turned to go, but then turned back and took Max one last time in my
arms. There were tears in both our eyes. We hugged and kissed, before
eventually acknowledging that it was time to part.

      I went back over to my room. Mark was sitting in bed looking
awful. Tim had obviously left earlier.

      'Fuck, Chris. I think I drank too much last night.'

      'We all did, Mark.'

      I went over and gave him a kiss.

      'Did you spend the night with Max?'

      'Yes...you two had passed out when we came to look. We covered you
over.'

      'We must have been a mess.'

      'Yes...it looked like someone had squirted cum all over you.'

      He smiled. `Tim just came time after time after time. It was
extraordinary.'

      'Was that before or after you shaved off his pubes?'

      'Oh God...you saw. It was after. I think shaving him is what turned
him on so much.  I'm sorry, Chris, I didn't mean to fall asleep or for him
to stay the night.'

      'It's cool, Mark. We both had fun. And I enjoyed spending the night
with Max.'




At midday we were all in reception waiting for the minibus to arrive to
take us to the ferry terminal. The Northcliff team were also there; I saw
Tim looking very much the worse for wear. I went over and gave him a hug.

      `See you again sometime, Tim, I hope.'

      `Me too umm...about last night...'

      I put my fingers on his lips.

      `You had a good time. Mark had a good time...and I was having a good
time. What happens on tour...'

      `Stays on tour.' He gave me a huge smile and hugged me.

      I looked around for Max, but none of the German team appeared to be
around. The minibus arrived and I was about to climb in when I saw Max
rushing into the far side of reception. He ran over and threw his arms
round my shoulders.

      'Oh thank god, Chris...I thought I'd missed you.'

      If any of my team mates thought there was anything strange about a
German boy hugging me, they didn't say anything. Max let go of me and went
over to Mark.

      'Thank you so much Mark. You know what for. Look after him and I hope
you are both very happy.'

      Max came and gave me another hug. He put his mouth close to my ear.

      'Goodbye Chris. Thank you so much. We will meet again I am sure. Make
sure you write to me. You said that there was a little piece of your heart
that was for me. There is a big piece of mine that will always be yours.'

      He gave me the discretest of kisses on my neck before releasing me
from his hug.

      `Forgive me, but I love you, Chris.'

      `I will never, ever, forget you Max.'

      I could tell that we were both close to tears.

      I picked up my bag and got on the bus. As we drove away, I saw him
raise his hand in a farewell salute. I waved back.



From Liverpool Street, Mark came home with me. His parents were going to
come and pick him up the following day. On the train journey, tiredness
suddenly overwhelmed me and I slept most of the way. Apparently my head had
fallen onto Mark's shoulder and he had put an arm round me - to the
disapproving looks of a couple of ladies opposite.

      My mother picked us both up from the station and wanted to know all
about the trip.  We stuck to the hockey and to the fact that we had won.

      'And guess who was player of the tournament, Mum...Mark.'

      'Oh well done, Mark. I'm sure Chris was proud of you.'

      I was. In so many ways.


Well, that's the missing episode. I hope that makes more sense of the
story.