Date: Tue, 06 Feb 2024 23:39:29 +0000 From: R F Subject: Terry's Soccer Score - Part 1 (Athletics) This is not the first story I've written but it's the first one I'm submitting anywhere since I started writing. Any comments and feedback are welcome and can be sent to rfnaughtystories@proton.me. I hope you enjoy. *** I played soccer all my life, and when I went to college, I did my best to continue. I wasn't a star player by any means so I wasn't going to be making the school team though. I was on the shorter side and I managed to stay lean and I worked out often but I just couldn't keep up. Playing soccer was a great way to stay active and meet new people though, so I went out of my way to join a local 18+ anyway. Since it wasn't through the school, the audience would be a bit more varied than I was used to. A few older men would come to the games to cheer on various teams and players, or so I thought. Some were parents or spouses of the players, but not all of them. As I became more familiar with the regulars, I started to notice some of them would sneak off, with each other, and occasionally, with one of my teammates. A handful of times, they would come back with a little something in their beard or hair or with a stain on their shirt. It reminded me of the men who would come to my soccer games growing up. Every so often a few dad's would go missing. I always assumed to go to the bathroom, but I was starting to wonder if there was something more. It wasn't until I figured out that I was gay myself that it all clicked into place. It took some courage but I finally convinced myself to follow one of these groups wherever they were going. I had seen one of my teammates, Nick, a rather lanky boy with glasses, and a burly older man head off right after the first half ended. I waited back a bit before I struck off after them. Apparently there was a bathroom a bit away from the field I had never noticed. When I made it to the building, they hadn't quite finished yet. I turned the corner into the room and all I could see was Nick's tight ass, pounding away at the burly man he had walked away with. It was like a rabbit fucking a bull and it was fucking hot. The larger man was leaning over a urinal and jerking off while Nick's cock was pounding his hole like a jackhammer. I just stood there, like a deer in headlights, until they finished. The man shot a load like a fountain all over the back of the urinal as Nick thrust into him with some final pumps. When the bottom recovered, he pulled away from Nick and pulled up his pants. He must not have known I was there, as he jumped when he saw me and stormed out flustered. Nick, on the other hand, gave me a wink and grabbed at his cock on his way out. I hadn't really known what to expect but I got what I came for and quickly left after that. As I walked out, another man winked at me on his way in expecting me to turn around but I just smiled at him innocently and returned to the field. I'd learned what I needed to about what went on in there. And I had a great session in my room thinking back at what I had seen. A few games later I saw the burly man hanging around the field, this time alone. After some additional experimentation with some friends and teammates, I had gotten the courage to approach him and this was my chance. "How's it going?" I asked. "It's fine." He says looking past me, his voice gruff. Probably looking for Nick. "He's not here today." I say to his unasked question. I grab my dick through my shorts when he looks back at me and I start walking to the bathroom. "But I am," I add as I make my way past him, brushing his shoulder. I knew he'd follow me. I'd noticed Nick do the same with him before. I put in my best effort into an air of confidence but really, I was nervous as hell. I picked a stall and quickly walked in, keeping it open. I didn't know if I should undress right away or not, so I just kept my clothes on for now. I heard him enter but his footsteps stopped before making it to my stall. "Get out here boy." I poke my head out and he's in the same position I saw him a few weeks ago, his pants already down, his thick ass out for the world to see, leaning over the last urinal. "Fuck me." The bathroom was out of the way but he'd already been caught once. Did he want it to happen again? When I paused for a moment he yells at me, "If you're not gonna fuck me, get out of here," as he starts pulling his pants back up. I gather up the courage, get behind him, drop my shorts and push his pants back to the ground as he gets back into position. The man reaches behind him and drips lube onto my cock and pushes against me. "Get that jock dick in my hole." I'm already naked and this man's ass was enticing. I gripped it with both hands and lined up my dick and pushed in slowly. "I said fuck me boy. I'm not fragile." He was impatient and his hole was sucking me in with ease. I took that as permission to push the rest of the way in. His hole was already lubed up. From cum or just prepping at home, I'll never know. I was able to get in deep with little effort and he started pushing against my thrusts. "Fuck yea, let me have it." I tighten my grip on his hips and start pumping into the man as hard as I can. The sound of my balls slapping his big ass can probably be heard outside, but getting caught seemed to thrill the man. And I was too horny to care either way. "Fuck. Yes. Fuck me. Fuck." He starts jerking off into the urinal again and I keep pounding away into his thick ass. "Fill me with your cum, boy." I thrust in a few more times and I feel my orgasm build until I finally explode into the man's hole. "Fuck yea. Fill me up. I'm cumming. Fuck." He blasts his own cum onto the urinal. What felt like a second later, he pulls away from me. We might have been standing there for an hour for all I knew with the high I felt from what I'd just done. I watch as my cum drips out of his hole onto the floor. He pulls his pants up, some cum coming up with them, not knowing or caring what they might look like and walks out without so much as a goodbye. I pull up my shorts and look around the room. Did I just do that? I quickly head out of the bathroom and head straight back to my dorm to jerk off again. *** A few weeks and encounters later, I was headed home for a holiday weekend. I had come out to a few friends on my old soccer team shortly after the first time with that man. I made a point to squeeze in some time to hang out with them. I had a special plan in mind and I didn't want to chicken out. We all ended up at my friend Tom's house, by my design. We'd played soccer together for years. My quarry, his dad, was up in his office while we hung out. I'd never really spoken to him, but he was a frequent spectator of our soccer games as well. And now I knew what that really meant. Later in the afternoon I heard the sound I had been waiting for and I excused myself to the bathroom. I secretly made my way upstairs and poked my head into his office, and, as expected when I heard him open the door, he wasn't inside. I smiled and let myself in to wait. A moment later, John, Tom's dad walks back in. "Oh, Terry, I didn't expect you to be in here." he says, surprised. His hands were on his pants, but he hadn't zipped up just yet and I couldn't help but look between his legs. "I know." I flash my eyes up and down the man's body. I'd only ever seen him dressed casually but he was dressed for work in what would have been a tight fitting shirt and pants. But here he was, his dress shirt only half tucked in to slacks barely hanging onto his slim waist. He didn't appear to be in much of a hurry to zip up after finding me here and I certainly wasn't in a rush to make him. "Tom told me you came out. Good for you." He says casually, still standing in the doorway. His hands had dropped to his side and his pants started slipping down. "Thanks, I learned a lot about myself at school." I walk up close to him, my chin nearly resting on his chest while I looked up at him. I could feel his breathe on my face. I reach around him and push the door closed with one hand while I reach for his cock with the other. "More than I expected actually." "Oh?" I squeeze him before moving away slightly. He smiles and puts his hands on my shoulders, moving me fully out of the way. He continues past me over to his desk. His pants continued falling down as he walked and he made no move to keep them up. "You've grown up Terry," he notes turning back towards me, his hands on his desk, his pants now at his ankles. "Looks like you know why I'm here." He hikes up his shirt to give an even better view of his ass. I get behind him and pull down his briefs revealing my goal. I lower my shorts to free my own hardening dick. He glances down and reaches out to grab onto it, stroking it. "You're bigger than I expected." I let him play with it, letting it grow to its full length. When fully grown, he guides it to his hole, pulling his ass cheek open as he moves his hand back. I spot a bottle of lube already next to his hand on the desk. "You wanted this big jock dick in you, didn't you?" I whisper in his ear as I lean over him and grab the bottle. He bites my ear as I look back at the bottle and wiggles his ass against my cock, my head already poking in slightly. "Yes. Give it to me, Terry." I squirt the bottle into my hand and lube myself up before I start to slowly push in. "Is this what you wanted John?" I pull out slightly and push in loosening him up. I lightly tap his ass. "You're so thick. Fuck yea. I love jock dick in my pussy, Terry." I bottom out and he fully leans forward, spreading his ass cheeks open for me. "Your ass was made for it John." I slap his ass again, harder this time. I'm taking slow, long strokes. He was pushing back against me with every push and squeezing my cock. He certainly knew how to work one. I didn't want to be gone too long, but I had been waiting for this moment. "There's never enough, Terry. Open me up with your thick dick." He was getting more into it, pushing hard against me taking me in down to the hilt, matching my every thrust. I reached around him to tweak his nipples. He moaned with each pinch. "Harder Terry. Again." I pinch him again and he slams his ass against me. "Fuck." "How many of Tom's friends have fucked your pussy John?" "You're the first, Terry. Oh fuck, right there. You won't be the last though. I do miss those soccer games though. It's been too long since I've been fucked like this." He pushes away papers and anything else in his way and pulls away from me. He turns around and sits up on the desk. He pulls me back in close, my dick slipping in all the way once more. "Fuck, it feels so good." He wraps his legs around me and leans back. I grab his legs and really start to give it to him. "Take my fucking jock dick, John." I can feel myself getting close and there's no stopping it now. "I'm gonna cum." "Fuck my god damn pussy. You feel so good." He grabs at his own cock with one hand and starts pinching his own nipples with the other. He's roughly jerking his small cock off as well. "Cum in me. Fill me up." "Fuck!" I start slamming into his ass as hard as I can. I've given up not making too much noise. "I'm cumming in your dad pussy. You like that jock cum, John?" I slam into him once more, flooding his guts with my spunk. I pull out and slam into him again, making sure he pulls out every drop. "Milk my jock dick." "Fuck. It feels so fucking good." His eyes roll into the back of his head with each of my final pumps. He strokes himself faster until he finally shoots his own load onto his chest and the desk around him. "Fuck." He breathes out heavily from his orgasm. "You really have learned a lot haven't you," looking into the air as he catches his breathe. I pull out and look around the desk again. I see where my own cum was leaking onto the desk and where his had landed. I take note of old stains on the wood nearby, probably from other times he's been fucked right here. Probably by the other dads from our soccer games. He looks at me with his eyes still glazed over. I stroke off the cum and lube from my cock with my hand and I smear it in his beard and on his shirt. He just takes it, enamored with my presence still. I put my fingers in his mouth and he licks them clean. "I need to pee." I say, pulling up my shorts and turning around. "Til next time." He looks at me and smirks, leaning back on his elbows, his cock and ass still leaking cum. "To be young again. I'll be here if you need anything. My back door's always open." He chuckles at his own joke. I open the office door, looking into the hallway to make sure it's still empty and then make my way to the bathroom to do my business. On my way back, when I pass his office again, I can hear him talking through the door. "You wouldn't believe who's all grown up." I laugh to myself and keep walking. A few minutes later I'm kicking my friends asses in a racing game, planning my next score. One dad down.