Date: Tue, 13 Feb 2024 01:21:01 +0000
From: R F <rfnaughtystories@proton.me>
Subject: Terry's Soccer Score - Part 2

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Back at school, I continued keeping an eye out for any more
opportunities. If John taught me anything, it was that I was in high
demand. Soccer games continued to be my prime hunting ground. I fucked the
burly guy a few more times and eventually, I figured out what he really
wanted. He was being a brat when we first met since I was obviously new to
the scene. What he really wanted was a college jock to take control and use
him for their pleasure. I started being more demanding and selfish and he
responded well to it. He enjoyed it so much he even let one of his friends
know.

A new man was coming to games with him, once we got into a good rhythm. I
saw the two of them shoot the shit while we actually played our games and
during our practices. Once we were off the field though, they would split
up, hoping to score on their own. I could tell the new guy was here for one
thing, and one thing only though. Me. And I can't say I didn't enjoy the
attention.

He was shorter than I was but had a solid build. He had a decent head of
hair and was well dressed. It was still casual, but the clothes fit better
than you'd expect of a t-shirt and shorts. Especially for a guy showing up
at a park to score a college jock with his buddy. He was probably a similar
age too, somewhere in his 40s.

The most important thing to note though, was that I could tell he was into
me. I had grown into my role over the past few months. I continued fucking
the first guy but I made sure to acknowledge the new one. I would taunt him
as I walked away, making sure he understood what was happening without
him. He could be leaving with me if he did the right thing. What it was? I
would know when it happened.

He tried to approach me directly more than once but I ignored him, one
time, even stepping on his feet as I walked past. I heard a whispered,
"Thank you, sir." I had laughed out loud. I was proud of him for being so
bold as to stand directly in my way though. I could see him squirm at the
still missed opportunity, but I know it only made him want me more. I was
hoping it taught him he had to be bolder to get my cock in him. After a few
weeks of this, he finally took the step I'd been waiting for.

I had just played a full half and was resting on the bench with the rest of
my team. My shirt was off to dry my hair and face. I liked giving the
on-lookers a show and it was a popular display. This time, in his boldest
move to get my cock, the man finally headed over to the bench to make some
small talk with the team. He only attempted to join the group naturally,
rather than making the beeline to me that I know he wanted.

"What a great half! Three goals against these guys is impressive." He said
confidently to the group. I hadn't realized he was actually paying
attention to the game at all, let alone the score and quality of our
opponents.

One of my teammates smiled, looking up at him. "Hey Paul!" I hadn't
expected to get his name at all, let alone so easily. "They were tough, but
Terry is a beast. We wouldn't get half our points without his legs." My
teammate looked over at me and winks once Paul turned to look my way. Can't
say I expected a wingman, but I had no complaints.

Paul looked me over with a glint in his eyes. He was definitely wondering
if I would actually acknowledge him for the first time. I leaned back and
opened my legs wide to give him the full view. He quickly spoke, employing
his new tactic to great effect. Flattery will get you everywhere.

"I can see that. He was all over that ball. You scored one all on your own
too, didn't you?" He nodded towards me as he asked.

"I did. The goalie didn't know what hit him." I answered as I scratched my
balls, letting the tip of my cock slip out of my shorts for a moment. I
watched Paul's eyes. They lit up, with not only a response, but the sight
of his prize on display. I shifted it back around as if nothing happened,
continuing to keep my eye on him. We continued to chat for a few more
minutes as we all caught our breath from the game. He was a smooth talker
and despite it being obvious what he was there for, and nearly twice the
age of most of the team, he fit right in. He even had some actual pointers
for some of us.

"I was the captain of my college team," was his response when somebody
asked. If it was a lie, it was a convincing one.

"Have a good second half boys!" He walked away as half time finished up but
not before sneaking another look at me. I gave him a steady stare back. He
adjusted his dick before turning away towards his friend. I made sure not
to look his way again, just to keep him guessing.

After the game, and another goal by me, he came over again. This time, I
made sure to stick around the edge of the group and he responded exactly as
planned. He came up on my side to talk to us, "Another fantastic half! And
another goal too!" He clapped me on the back.

"Yea. Terry really pulled through for us."

"It wasn't all me." I added humbly. "Jason blocked, what? 10 shots of
theirs?" I drew the attention back to our goalie further down the line of
players. I took the distraction to subtly move my cleat onto Paul's foot,
pressing down. He whimpered for a moment but didn't say anything else.

As people cleaned up, I chatted with Nick, who I had gotten to know a bit
better over the past few weeks. We had started working out together, and
we, of course, shared a few, key, interests. The man next to me being one
of them. Nick knew I had been working on him, so he held off. He knew today
was the day when the man walked over unannounced. Seeing that I was
crushing the man's foot in public was just a little icing he would get off
to later.

He pretended to aim a shot of spit at the ground while we spoke, but it hit
Paul's ankle instead. Paul looked at Nick, then at me, as if I would let
him clean it off. I just kept talking to Nick and he left it clinging to
his leg. I did put a bit more pressure on his foot, causing him to moan
once more.

When most of the team had left, Nick went to chat with the other man,
heading off to the bathroom with him. That left me alone with my
score. Finally, I lifted my foot off of the man and looked at him once more
before simply walking away. The man followed me like a puppy.

"Would you like me to carry your stuff for you, sir?" He called out from
behind me.

I turned towards him and he stopped moving. I cleared my throat and spit
right in his face. "You want my jock dick to fill you up today don't you?"

"Yes, sir." He answered immediately. "Every day."

"You'll do anything for it wouldn't you?"

"Yes, sir. I've wanted to worship you and your cock for weeks."

"You ready to work for it?"

"Of course, sir. I'm just a body for your pleasure tonight."

"Good. Don't drop anything." I offloaded my bag to him. It nearly dropped
to the ground but he scrambled to keep it from doing so. Once he was
situated, I continued walking back to campus.

We hadn't headed towards the usual bathroom near the field but there was a
private spot in the woods I'd used before. I veered off the path towards it
and the man followed me obediently. After going far enough down the path, I
stopped and waited. He knew what I was waiting for, so I didn't say
anything. After a second of looking at me and the ground, he took off his
shirt to lay under my bag to keep my things clean. Then, he dropped to the
ground himself and crawled over to me, getting into a kneeling position.

I took a second to admire his body.  He had a nice chest. His pecs were
large and he had swirls of light chest hair outlining his frame and a dark
treasure trail.

"Took you long enough." I mocked.

"I'm sorry, sir. I didn't want to dirty your gear."

I ignored him and simply grabbed the back of his head and lined him up with
my waist. "Do you expect me to do everything myself?"

"No, sir." He reached up for my waist band and lowered my shorts and
jockstrap until my cock was free.

"Open up." He opened his mouth and I pushed my cock in slowly. He took it
all in easily, for now. I rocked my hips back out, until my cock head was
nearly out of his mouth once more. Then I pushed back in faster. He licked
my shaft the whole way down. Again I pulled out, but I pushed back harder,
hitting the back of his throat. He gagged but continued to keep up with me
best he could. I pulled out for a moment to let him catch his breath.

"Is this what you've wanted?" I asked him, still holding him by the hair.

"Yes, sir."  He gasped out, taking deep breaths while he could.

When he stopped panting, I adjusted my grip and started fucking his face
again, hitting the back of his throat every time. He choked and gagged on
my cock, spitting up onto his face and chest. I face fucked him like this
for a few minutes, only letting him catch his breath for a moment this
time. I pulled out again as I was starting to get close.

"You fucking love choking on jock dick, don't you Paul?"

He gasped out. "Yes, sir." I spit on his face again before I shoved my cock
back into is open mouth.

When I was ready to blow, I pulled all the way out but didn't put it back
in, much to his surprise. I moved towards my own bag, jerking off towards
it. I leaned my head back, breathing heavily as I was getting close to
blowing my load. Lucky for Paul, though still gasping for air, he managed
to jump in front of my things. I finish, shooting cum into the air, onto
his face and body. Rope after rope hit him as he laid on the ground
covering my bag. He stayed still, lying in the dirt, covered in cum and his
own spit, waiting for me to finish coming down from my orgasm.

I looked down my nose at him. "You look good there. Lying facedown in the
dirt."

"Thank you, sir."

I stepped onto his outstretched hand with my cleat. "You understand the
privilege it is to even touch my cleats?" He twisted himself around to beg
at my feet, keeping his head in the dirt. I lifted my cleat off of his hand
and put it on his head.

"I understand, sir." I pushed his head down into the ground, grinding the
cleats into his hair.

"Good. Now sit up, I wasn't done with that fucking hole of yours." I let
off the pressure and he kneeled in front of me again.

"I'm sorry..." before he finished the sentence I grab the back of his head
and shove him fully onto my still hard cock.

"Did I say I needed an apology?" He immediately got back to work grabbing
my ass and sucking my cock again. I didn't need to cum again, but his
throat felt damn good. I even let him enjoy my cock for a moment. But we
weren't there for him. I pulled his head back and then pushed my cock fully
down his throat again. He sputtered as I bottomed out again and again. He
was grabbing at my ass tighter. He kept spitting up as I continued to use
his throat for my own pleasure.

I couldn't help but smile at the man below me, covered in his own fluids. I
know I've seen men at home come out of that bathroom like this. Well,
cleaned up, but you couldn't always get your hair back to normal or every
trace of spit or cum out of your beard. I definitely chose the right
guy. I'll be ready for my next score by the time I get back home.

I pushed in once more and held him there. I found myself getting close
again, unexpectedly. "I'm cumming." I pull out and I thrust again,
climaxing and shooting my second load down his throat.

I pulled out slightly, keeping his mouth full, but leaving room for his
tongue to move. "Lick it clean." He responds by pulling himself deeper onto
my cock, spitting up once more, but doing his best to lick the fluids from
my dick. I held him against my pubes for a few additional seconds as he
squirmed under me.

"Fuck. That feels good."

I released him and he fell to the ground, gasping for breath. Between them,
all he could do was whimper, "thank you sir." I just stood over him.

"Get up, I need to clean up." He did his best to get up, without moving his
hand away. "Bring me to your house. I'm not trailing dirt all over my dorm
because you couldn't stay clean."

"Yes, sir. My car isn't far from here." I let him loose and he walked over
to my stuff, doing his best to keep it off the ground while he put his
shirt back on. It was a little bit of a walk, as he was parked in a far
parking lot. It was clear he was prepared for something like this from the
start.

Paul started to open his door when I stopped him. "You're going to get in
your car with those disgusting clothes on? Take them off." He looked at his
clothes, covered in mud and spit and cum. He glanced around the parking lot
for anybody looking. He quickly removed his soiled pants and shirt. He
chose to leave on his clean briefs.

I looked him in the eye and add, "I said take them off."

He looked down at his feet, upset that he annoyed me.  "I'm sorry, sir. I
thought you only wanted me to remove my dirty clothes."

I spit on his underwear.

"They are dirty. Put it all in the trunk. I'll be waiting up here." I
opened the passenger door and didn't bother wiping down my own clothes,
dragging dirt and leaves onto my side.

A moment later, I heard the trunk quickly open and close and he rushed into
the front seat. I looked over at him as he started the car. I silently
admired his thick legs and torso again. He certainly knew how to take care
of himself. But between those legs was a fat, tiny cock with a thick bush
almost overtaking it. I smirk but don't say anything.

"Drive."

The drive to his place was uneventful but as he pulled up he started to
open his garage. I pressed the button to close it again. "You will be using
the front door." He looked at me distressed but didn't put up a fight. His
walkway was lined by high bushes that hid most of him but they weren't a
perfect shield.

"Give me your keys, Paul." He handed them to me. I took my time finding the
right one. There were only three to choose from and only one was obviously
for the house but I tried them all one by one. Paul squirmed next to me,
covering himself up. I know he wanted me to speed up but he knew not to
speak up.

"Ah, here we go." I put in the correct key, but I took my time, standing in
the doorway looking around. Paul stood behind me, waiting to come inside. I
looked at him as I stepped aside. "Get inside. You'll catch a cold." Paul
rushed inside as I closed the door behind him.

"Where's your shower?"

"This way, sir." He started walking away.

"Crawl there!" He dropped to the ground and crawled ahead of me. I left my
gear on, tracking in dirt behind us. He lead me to the master bathroom. I
admired his plump ass as I follow. I was looking forward to filling it up
soon.

"Since you've been such a good boy tonight, I'll let you undress me. Sit
down and take off my shoes." I point to the ground. When he sat, I stepped
on his cock and balls with my cleats.

He whimpered out, "Thank you, sir."

I ignored it. "Take these off of me." He started untying them, half trying
to please me, half trying to keep the pressure on his cock from ending. I
could tell he was enjoying the attention even in this form.

When he fully untied my first cleat, I made sure to reward him with a
little grinding into his crotch before he was able to take it off. He
removed my sock as well, and I could see him looking at my bare foot. I
lifted it up to his nose so he could get a better look and maybe even a
sniff. Before he could touch it though, I pulled away and shoved my grimy
sock into his mouth. "You can taste this instead while you get my other
one." I switched feet, crushing his cock again with my other cleat. He
sucked on my sock while he went through the same motions.

"You enjoy serving sweaty jocks?"

Paul nods, his mouth full with my sweaty sock.

"Good. Maybe you'll get to have my jock dick in your pussy after all." He
nods again, greedily. When he finished removing my other sock, I replaced
the one he had in his mouth while he continued to undress me. I'm in a good
mood so I let him decide where to start.

He knew his place at this point, so he properly started by lifting up my
shirt, not simply rushing to the prize. He neatly folded it up and left it
on the counter next to him. Next, he pulled down my shorts. He attempted to
pull my jockstrap at the same time but I grabbed his wrist and he
understood that he needed to be patient.

When my shorts were neatly folded and on top of my shirt, I allowed him to
pull down my jockstrap, releasing my cock onto his face. I could see the
desire on his face to replace the sock in his mouth with my cock but he
refrained.

After letting my cock rest on his cheek for a little while I pulled the
sock out for him. "One more quick taste. Then I'm going to hop in the
shower." He quickly sucked my whole length in, licking and sucking on it
like his life depended on it. He grabbed at my balls, caressing them like
jewels. Despite the pounding his throat had taken earlier, he was still a
pro with his tongue. I almost let him finish me off again. But I had other
plans for this load.

I pulled his head back by his hair, taking his mouth off my cock. I spit
again in his mouth. "Start the shower."

He returns to the floor and headed to the walk-in shower. He turned it on
and looked back at me for instructions. I was standing there fully naked in
front of him for the first time that night. I decided he had earned a
little show so I flexed my arms and chest for him. I caught him drool but
he didn't move. "Get the lube."

His head perked up in excitement and he rushed to a drawer behind me. He
forgot to crawl but I didn't correct him. I wanted the hot ass I'd been
neglecting.

I grabbed his hair again, pulling his face towards mine. I spit in his
mouth, again. "You finally get what you've been waiting for." I took the
lube from his hand and bent him over the counter. I poured it down his ass
and onto my cock. "You've been wanting your ass filled since you saw me
weeks ago haven't you?" I lined up my cock with his hole.

"Yes, sir. I've been trying so hard."

"You weren't doing enough."

"I know, sir. I was desperate. I had to risk speaking with you."

"Well, here is your reward." I pushed and my cock popped in. He pushed back
against me, not waiting for me to open him up. I rocked back and forth once
more, loosening him up, more for my own, rather than his, pleasure.

"You ready for my jock dick to fill you up?"

"Please use my hole however you want, sir. You can have it whenever you
need it."

I pulled out and slammed back in. The counter shook under him. "As if I'll
let you have my dick more than once."

"Please, sir. Let me serve you again. Fuck me sir. Fuck my hole." I grabbed
his hair and pulled his head back, slamming my cock into his ass over and
over. I turned his head and spit on his face again.

"You like that? Does it feel good for me to spit on you?"

"I'm just here for you to use me. I'm a toy for you to use, sir." I grabbed
his tiny cock and balls and pulled on them.

"You like that? Huh." He just moaned. I kept slamming into him. He
continued to moan expletives under me.

I was feeling my orgasm rise once more. I pulled on his balls again and
squeeze. "I own you bitch. Take this fucking cock." I whisper into his ear.

"Absolutely. Fuck me please. Fuck. I'm your fucking bitch. Fill me with
your seed."

I kept slamming my cock into him until I finally burst. I grabbed his hair,
pulling his head back. I thrust deep into him, filling him up. "Fuck. Take
my fucking cum." His ass was squeezing my cock, milking every drop he could
out of it.

"Fill my fucking pussy, sir. Fuck!" He collapsed on his chest onto the
counter, completely spent. He hadn't cum, but he had certainly put in the
effort. We weren't here for him anyway. I pulled out of his ass, much to
his dismay. He watched my cock covered in cum that could be inside him walk
away. I made my way to where he folded my clothes and grabbed my
jockstrap. I wiped my cock down with it and brought it up to his face. He
stared at it. I brought it up to his mouth. Desperate, he opens it in
anticipation and I shove my jockstrap in.

Satisfied, I went straight into the warm shower. I turned to admire my
work. He looked like he was in heaven, covered in fluids and panting from
the poundings he's taken. I smiled at the finishing touch of a mouth filled
with my sweaty, used, cum covered jock.

"There better be a beer waiting for me when I get out. A cold beer." He
took a moment to react but started crawling to his kitchen once he realized
what I had demanded.

I enjoyed the shower alone. I cleaned off the grime and sex from the game,
and aftermath. I took my time, making the man wait outside. When I
finished, I put on the bathrobe hanging on the door. I found him kneeling
outside the room, a cold beer in his hand and my jockstrap still in his
mouth.

I pat his head. "Good boy." I removed the jockstrap from his mouth and open
the beer, sitting on his bed. "How are you doing?"

"I'm fine, sir."

"I'm done with the sirs for now. Was it everything you imagined?"

"Yes, sir." I looked at him and he looked down sheepishly.

"You're not getting any more treats for being a suck-up."

"I know, sir." I roll my eyes. I'll let him have his fun. He was a good
time.

I continued to drink my beer on his bed. It was getting late. I needed to
head back to my room but I would have needed a ride and I wasn't going to
pay for a taxi.

"I'm going to stay here tonight. You can sleep on the floor, if you
want. If you're still, " I pause, "on?" I waved my hand dismissively. "I
want my laundry done and you can keep that if you buy me a new one,"
pointing to my jockstrap on the floor. "I'll need a ride back tomorrow
morning."

"Yes, sir." He stood up, still naked and dirty, and rushed to grab my
clothes from my bag and the counter to throw in the wash. I just watched
from the bed. I could have lived like this, at least for a bit. It was too
bad I had classes in the morning.

I woke up a few hours later, in a luxurious king sized bed, to a dirty,
naked man sleeping on the floor next to me. I stepped on his hand as I woke
up. It was honestly an accident, but I went with it and it got the job done
anyway. He was immediately on his knees again. "Good morning, sir."

"I have class in 45 minutes. Get dressed, I need to get back to my room."

"Yes, sir." Faster than I thought possible, he was dressed and carrying my
bag full of clean clothes over to me. He knelt down and dressed me in the
clothes he found in there and we were good to go. He also displayed a
receipt for a new jockstrap to be delivered overnight to his house. My old
one was nowhere to be seen. I smirked. "Come with me sir. I'll have your
package over tonight."

As we walked through his house I got a better look at everything. The
bathroom was nice but I hadn't realized just how big the house was last
night. I should keep his ass around.

On the way back to the school, we talked more about soccer. He really
seemed to know what he was talking about. As much as he wanted my cock, he
actually enjoyed watching me play as well. He rattled off some stats about
me and my team that I hadn't known myself.

"We should do this again." I say as I get out of the car. He smiled at me.

"I would like that. Here's my card." He handed me a card with his name and
number from his wallet. "Text me whenever. My holes are always available
for you." He winks at me and leans forward. "Maybe we can take it a bit
further next time." I smirked, imagining what else could have happened.

We coordinated how to get my new jockstrap and I was on my way. I looked at
his card again and noticed he was a lawyer. I wondered what else I can get
out of him. But that was for another day. Back to class.

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