Date: Mon, 28 Feb 2022 13:58:00 +0000 From: Andrew Passey Subject: A Forbidden Romance Part Four (Young Friends) Once we got back from holiday I didn't have any plans until pre season training started. With it still being summer holidays there wasn't much to do but the football club started to whir slowly into action. It put on some training sessions for the club and as some of the team were still off on holidays so we sometimes did mixed age group training. It was a couple of weeks before the end of the holidays and I'd just finished a pretty intense training session. The sweat was pouring and I was pretty knackered. "Hey Ben, you did well out there!" I turned around to see Gary smiling at me. I hadn't seen him since I'd seen him in the shower that is, a memory which caused my dick to pulse slightly. "You were watching?" I asked in surprise. "I certainly was!" He replied with a smile."I like to keep an eye on up and coming talent. So I'm training with Crystal Palace now and playing for their youth team. They're talking about having me sign a contract when I turn sixteen but I've got a lot of work to do before then! Anyway I still want to come down and see my old mates as well as seeing how the club is going. I love football and want to play as much as possible! Crystal Palace is only a couple of times a week training and a match at weekend usually so I've got time to kick about down here. Anyway, I had something I wanted to ask you, Ben." "Oh? What's that?" I asked, wondering why on Earth he'd want to ask me something. "There's something about you that reminds me of when I was your age. You're good but I think you could be great. Would you like to get better at football? Get fitter as well, I could see you huffing and puffing by the end?" "Of course, why?" I asked. I had let myself go slightly over the holidays with all that ice cream and lounging around. I knew I could be fitter but I couldn't really be arsed training on my own. "I'll work with you, help you improve your skills. Help you get even fitter so that you aren't huffing and puffing all the time." Out of the corner of my eye I could see my Dad pulling up in the car and then looking over in my direction. I knew he wouldn't be happy about me chatting to a black boy but I was interested in what Gary had to say. "Sounds great but why would you do that?" Gary beamed his smile at me, "Well as I said you've got something about you. A bit of working out and fitness work with some positioning as well could really help your football. Are you doing anything Thursday?" "Don't think so, why?" "Meet me here and I'll take you through your paces. 10 am. Don't keep me waiting." With that Gary headed off to speak to some of the older boys I guess he was friends with while I picked up my bag and headed over the car. "What were you talking to that black kid about?" My dad asked almost spitting out the word "black" "He's um, been picked up by Crystal Palace Youth Team. Came to see if there are any other prospects that he should tell the club about. He's watched me and thinks I might have a chance," I lied. This was an interesting test, Dad's racism v his desire for me to be a footballer "Well I wouldn't trust his judgement, their sort aren't the best at that. Yes I am sure he's fast and strong but I bet he doesn't think much about the game." Dad said, throwing out a few racist stereotypes.. "Maybe, he wants me to do some fitness work with him on Thursday. Could help me get a head start on being picked up by a club." Dad sighed loudly, "I don't know Ben. I guess it's fine but just don't take your valuables with you." My Dad was such a racist idiot but I'd manipulated him into allowing me to meet up with Gary. I had nothing else to do and if Gary could help me get better then great! Thursday was not quite as much fun as I expected. Gary had started us running as soon as I turned up and he wouldn't stop. I was really struggling until eventually I couldn't go any further and I collapsed in a heap on the grass. Gary jogged back to where I was. "Why did you give up?" He asked sternly. "I didn't give up! I literally couldn't run any more." "Bullshit. You gave up." "No I didn't!" I protested. "I was exhausted." Gary sighed, "if you want to make it you need to make sacrifices and push yourself to the limit. Maybe you aren't quite ready. Or maybe we need a different approach. Do you know about the carrot and the stick?" "Sort of." "Well in my case I pushed myself for both reasons. The carrot was getting signed to the youth team, the stick was if I didn't I had to go to church all the time and help my Dad who runs a local church." I wasn't sure that example was quite right about the carrot and the stick, I think he'd got it confused but I stayed quiet. "So Ben, think of the girl you fancy at school," Gary said. "What girl?" "Don't you fancy a girl at school? Well let's say any girl, the one you fantasise about." This wasn't really working for me but I let him keep talking. "So the carrot is me saying if you keep running for ten more minutes she'll suck your cock! The stick is if you don't do it you have to suck mine while she watches!" "Is that really the stick?" I said in my exhausted state. I then saw the look on his face and realised I'd definitely said too much and quickly backtracked. "I mean, the carrot would surely work better anyway." I hoped he hadn't noticed and while he initially gave me a strange look he shrugged and smiled. "In this case there's no girl so I guess I'll have to think of something else. What I'm trying to say is that you THINK you're exhausted and can't give anymore. But I KNOW you can. That extra few minutes in a match, when everyone is dead on their feet, if you can find that energy from deep inside you it can be the difference between winning and losing, between making it as a footballer or failing. Does that make sense?" I nodded and felt like I was on much safer ground with this conversation. "Good. Next time I'll push you further." "Next time?" I asked in surprise thinking that I'd blown it by giving up, at least in his eyes. "Yes, next time. I'm not giving up on you from just one session. Once you've got your breath back I want to do some positioning work." Gary worked me hard, getting me to move into the right position for the crosses he put in and gave me general advice about game management. By the end I was completely exhausted and starving. We'd been at it for three hours and my body was feeling it. "That's enough, let's go and get showered and then we can get some food." Gary said, clapping me on the back. "Um okay, shower where and I don't have a towel?" Gary sighed, "ALWAYS bring a towel to training! Sweat hard and then get clean. No one likes a stinking teenage boy! You can borrow my towel. As for where we are going to shower, well in the changing rooms. I have a spare key that they let me use. I used to do so much training on my own back in the day that they gave me one. They never asked for it back so I guess they've forgotten I have it!" I followed Gary to the changing rooms with butterflies in my stomach. I'd have to get naked and see him naked again. The chances of me getting hard were high and if I did that would surely be the end of these extra training sessions. If he told everyone about it I'd be the butt of all the jokes at best. Once in the changing room we both stripped down, me slower than he was. To my horror he just stood there naked waiting for me to finish getting naked. "Stand in front of me," he said as I pulled my pants down. Feeling awkward I stood in front of him naked as the day I was born, covering my dick and balls with my hand. "We're both boys, Ben, and I've seen it before. Nothing to be shy about. But that's not what I'm looking at, I'm checking out your muscles." He then walked right up to me so his long dick was almost touching me and started rubbing his hands over my arms and then my thighs. He walked behind and rubbed his hand over my bum and the back of my thighs before getting on his haunches to rub my calves. I had no idea why he was doing that and the attention to my body was starting to make the blood flow into my dick. "Er, why are you rubbing my legs?" "As I said I'm checking out your muscles. My Mum is a Physiotherapist so she's always been good at making sure I do the right things and used to keep an eye on my physical development. You're fast like me but I think you can put a bit of muscle mass on to make it a bit harder to push you off the ball. I've got a small home gym set up in our garage, we can use that to build you up a bit more." "Oh right, um...sounds good," I said unsure whether I really wanted to work out but more conscious that my dick was still getting hard. I shifted my hands to cover it as much as possible but Gary was about to make it worse. He came to stand in front of me again. "So look at my quads," he said pointing to his thighs. Of course there was no way I could look at them without again looking at his long chunky dick and balls. This caused me to hit full mast. "You see the definition in them when I do this? I want you to get some of that. Let's sort out some more training days after the shower. Oh, and don't worry about getting hard. It's a natural reaction. It used to happen to me at your age and someone gave me a piece of advice. If you want to make your cock go down just think about your grandparents fucking. That usually sorts it out!" With that he turned off and went into the shower. I did as he suggested and it at least reduced me to a semi. I then got in the shower next to Gary as he passed me his shower gel to get clean. I kept that pretty repulsive thought in my head until we were done. I then waited while he dried himself off, all the while he was talking to me about football so I felt I had to look at him as he towelled himself. He made a big deal of doing his dick and balls before throwing me the towel. The thought of where it had just been was slightly intoxicating but I forced those thoughts out of my head. When I was dry I got changed and we both headed out to the sunshine. Gary lived very close by so we went there and he made us a sandwich before showing me the home gym. I then made my excuses and we agreed to train next Tuesday and Thursday. It gave me a few days off but I was determined to do some running before then to try and impress him. Dad was suitably unimpressed when I told him what I'd been doing with Gary, although I definitely kept the naked bit to myself. However he did at least think it was a good idea to keep going with sessions. "Always good to have a contact on the inside, Ben, even if it's not the sort of person you'd want to be friends with. Keep your mind focused on the goal!" He said and then chuckled as if he'd made a funny joke. I was pleased Gary was helping me out and that night I wanked off to the thought of sucking that long chunky dick of his just like Bobby had done to Billy. It would never happen but it certainly gave me a spectacular orgasm!