Date: Mon, 26 Feb 2024 18:12:01 +0000
From: R F <rfnaughtystories@proton.me>
Subject: Terry's Soccer Score - Part 4

I appreciate all of the feedback I've received! I'm glad people are able to
enjoy my work. Terry's story will likely only be a few more chapters, but I
plan on posting other work, when it's ready. Any comments, feedback, or
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***

Nick and I had started hanging out more when we got back. We made a good
team, on and off the field. Paul was a cool guy when he was choking on our
cocks and when he was just hanging out. He kept us around for our cocks but
we just kept him around for his ass and wallet so there was no confusion
about where things stood. It was unfortunate we couldn't team up for my
next score though. For that, I needed help from a different teammate.

There were more men like Paul than I expected, not that I'm
complaining. Plenty of men came by just looking for jock dick to fill their
holes. Nick and I took advantage of this often. But occasionally one would
show up that wanted a tight ass to fill.

There was one man who would run on the trail near the soccer fields. He
rarely stopped by but once in a while, he'd take a break at the bleachers
to catch his breath. He was nearly always shirtless. He had a hairy chest
and his pecs were solid and they went well with his large biceps and
washboard abs. He certainly didn't skip leg day, either. None of it matched
the look of a runner, which was perfectly fine for me. When he stopped, he
would typically be loosening up, stretching nearby. Occasionally, his cock
would flop out of his shorts and he never did anything to put it back. It
was nearly always in our direction and more than a few of my teammates
would just stare. He definitely knew what he was doing. I had done the same
trick to Paul months back and it worked on a few others as well. Often,
simple and straightforward is the most effective approach.

My teammate, Bruce, was a bottom through and through. After a few times of
this show, he found an excuse to poke around the bleachers while the man
was there. He wandered over and bent over to dig at the ground. He even
squeezed between some seats, looking for nothing. He just did anything to
show off his own assets. The man seemed to ignore him but he was suddenly
much more into his stretches. He flexed his arms, his chest, he got down
real low, making sure his legs were thoroughly loose, his cock and balls
basically on the ground. He was showing off and everybody knew it. Bruce
stopped whatever fake thing he was doing eventually and just watched,
blocking the view for the rest of us. When the man was done, he tapped
Bruce on the shoulder and they were off to the races.

About 15 minutes later, Bruce returned. His face was flush and he was
walking funny. Nick and I were on the bench for the second half and he sat
between us. "You guys don't know what you're missing." He leaned back and
took a deep breath. "That guy's dick could hit places I didn't know I had."

"Did you get his number?"

"Ha! I didn't even get his name. I just followed him to the usual spot and
dropped my pants. I'm not risking that dick by asking questions man!"

Nick and Bruce fist-bump each other in agreement. "See! Nick gets it."

I nod along. It's not that I didn't understand. I just wanted my own
shot. "Next time he's around you mind if I hop in?" I ask. Nick smirks at
me and Bruce puts his hand to his chin.

"I guess you could take a ride, but you'd owe me."

"You won't have to worry about that Bruce. Terry has connections." Nick
moves his hand to fist-bump me. I fist-bump back.

"Okay. Okay. You got me. He said he'd be back here for our game
Saturday. He runs every day, but I noticed he was always more observant
when he didn't have underwear on. He stops to stretch and strut pretty
often, but his dick isn't always flopping around. Today, it was on full
display, so I took my shot." Nick was looking into the air, thinking about
what we'd seen of the man recently and it added up. "Saturday, if his dick
is out, he wants to put it in somebody. And you gotta make sure that
somebody is you, Terry."

***

Saturday came around and sure enough the runner was back, hot and sweaty as
ever. I caught the tip of his cock peeking through his shorts the second he
put his leg up. I waited til he was a few reps into his stretches before
finding a reason to walk over.

He looked me up and down and changed positions just like he had with
Bruce. "Hey kid."

"Hey, beautiful day for a run." I say, failing to look nonchalant. I do my
best not to roll my eyes. Having men jumping my cock the second I looked
their way was not improving my game.

He, in fact, does roll his eyes. "We both know why you're here.  You want
this cock in your pussy or not?" He stretches forward, his hardening dick
falling out of his shorts as usual.

"Of course I do."

"Then get to the last stall and bend over. I'll meet you there in a
minute." He continued stretching as if he hadn't said anything. I took the
advice and started walking towards the bathroom. I haven't actually fucked
in the stalls very often. Many of the men, to my surprise, prefer to be
right out in the open. I've walked in on a few more pairs going at it and
I've gotten caught a few times myself. Luckily, never by anybody that
wouldn't have hopped in if they could.

I obediently made my way to the last stall and lowered my shorts. I had a
little packet of lube with me and placed it to the side as I started
fingering myself, using spit for now. A few minutes later I heard voices
coming into the room. "I told him to wait in the last stall. These boys
think they just deserve my dick. They gotta earn it."

"You sure this is okay, Mike?" A much deeper voice responds to the man. I
tense up, a little concerned at a third party. What's going on? I'm stuck
in the stall, with them between me and the door. Before I make a break for
it though I hear the sound of clothes coming off and relax. Maybe they just
think I can't handle their cocks. I'll show them.

"It's fine Ryan. I fuck guys in here all the time." The two men finally
make their way to the stall I'm waiting in. I turn to look and recognize
the man with deeper voice as well. It was one of the guys from our opponent
today. He was a big guy with a belly. I knew under it he had the strength
to take on three of me though. His cock was out, but it was smaller than I
expected given his friend.

"Terry right?" Ryan asks. I nod with my lips pursed. "I've seen you
around. You're pretty popular around here. I can't say I expected to find
you in this... situation." He gets up close and starts rubbing my bare
ass. "And all prepped too. Not going to look a gift pussy in the mouth."

"To get my dick," Mike pauses, realizing he knew my name. "Terry. You have
to get through this guy. You get him to finish before you do, you get the
prize. I don't have time for all of you so you get one shot."

Defiantly I respond, "my friend didn't mention a test."

"Your friend has a reputation that matches my needs, while your reputation
is quite the opposite. I'm only giving you this chance because I'm
curious. I'm not here to fulfill the whims of a bratty top."

"You think I'll just blow my load before you can blow yours, so you want
him to fuck me first?" I point to the man, who is still touching my ass all
over. His fingers are inching closer to my hole but he seems to be waiting
for his buddies go ahead. I couldn't say he wasn't my type. Two for the
price of one. I'll be able to manage both of them.

"So get started. I don't have all day either." I goad the two men, shaking
my ass. I'm not gonna act like a timid boy that can't handle a
challenge. And I suspect the runner likes a little fire in his prospects.

Ryan looks at Mike, and Mike waves his hand to go ahead. Ryan immediately
drops to his knees and starts eating my ass. I wasn't expecting this and
didn't know how to react. It felt incredible. I don't know how to make him
cum if I can't reach his dick though. I almost forgot to try under his
assault though.

He was kneading my cheeks and stroking my inner thigh as he shoved his
tongue into my hole. I had to do something or he'd win without me even
touching myself, let alone him.

"Oh fuck, coach that feels so good. I knew you were a dirty slut." Maybe
some role play would get the guy riled up enough to actually fuck me.

Instead, he stopped. "You said he didn't know," Ryan asks to Mike.

"He didn't, dumbass." I guess I hit a nerve. "You want to tell him more or
do you want to keep eating that fucking hole?" His hands are still on my
ass cheeks. I had to pull him back in.

"I've been trying so hard to get first-string coach. I'd do anything." I
wiggle my ass under his grip.

"Ah... Uh... A man has needs Terry." Got em. "If you impress me, I'll see
what I can do."

"I know you've been watching me. The squats you make us all do are paying
off. Look at this ass. It's all yours coach." Ryan growls as he squeezes
both of my cheeks. I flex my butt cheeks for him and a moment later he's
back at it, tonguing my hole again. I hear Mike chuckle behind me.

"Oh fuck. That feels so good coach. Eat my fucking jock ass. I knew you
wanted it. I've seen how you look at me."

"I've wanted this ass for a long time." I reach back to pull his head even
closer. "You've got the finest one on the team."

"Take it coach. Take my fucking ass. I want to feel your thick cock in my
hole." I rub his nose in my ass and moan for him. Some exaggerated, but
many real. This guy was a pro with his tongue.

I see him reach around for the lube but I'm still holding it. I smiled to
myself. I hold the man up to my ass a moment longer before releasing
him. He pulls away and I hear him spit in his hands. I open it with my
teeth. Before he can enter me I slather some on my hole and reach back to
stroke his cock.

He moans and I line him up with my hole and push onto him. "Fuck me
coach. Take my ass. I want that fucking spot."

"Give me this fucking hole whenever I want, and it's all yours." He pushes
into me and I feel some resistance. I push out and he pops in on his third
push. "It's so fucking tight. You wanted me to pop your fucking cherry
didn't you?" Shit, it's not that tight, is it?

"Fuck yea coach. After I saw you in the showers fucking the goalie I knew
you needed to be my first." He grips my hips and starts slowly pushing in
and out. He's rolling past my prostate and I'm feeling the waves of
pleasure Bruce always talks about. It turns out not coming is going to be
harder than I thought.

I start massaging his dick as he moves and I hear him moan behind me. "Oh
fuck. Your ass feels so fucking good." I push back against him, getting him
deeper in me. He grabs my hips harder and pulls out and slams back into me
in one move. I see stars as he hits my prostate again. I grip the toilet
seat in front of me as he does this again and again.

"Switch spots Terry." He pulls out and squeezes past to sit on the
toilet. I straddle him and sit down on his cock. He grabs my hips and I
grab his chest. I hop up and down on his cock, doing my best to hold
back. I pull out one of Nick's moves and lean forward so my armpit is right
in his face.

"I'm fucking ripe coach. You work us so hard. I must smell like a real
fucking man now. You like that coach?" I cover his face with my armpit and
I can hear him breath in.

"Oh fuck. You smell so fucking good." He takes another deep breath. I'm
gyrating on top of him, working his dick and I get the feeling he's almost
done.

"Fill me up Coach. I want your fucking jizz in my jock pussy." I tease his
nipples with my free hand and keep milking his cock. I can't see Mike
behind me, but I know he's enjoying the show. "Coach, I want that fucking
spot. Fuck my hole." Ryan grabs my hips and lifts me up and drops me down
on his dick, obviously close and trying to finish.

"Fuck yea, Terry. Milk my cock. I'm gonna fucking blow." He lifts me up
again, and drops me down. I see stars. I'm fighting to keep my own rising
orgasm in check. "Fuck. Fucking ride your Coach's fucking dick." I squeeze
and gyrate as he fucks me. "Oh fuck. Oh. Oh fuck! I'm cumming!" He drops me
down one last time and I can feel his cock pulse in my hole, blasting it
full of his cum.

"Fuck yeah, coach. It feels so good." I do my best to ease myself back down
so I don't miss my shot with Mike.

"Fuck. It does. You're definitely getting the spot." I grind into him a
little longer, getting every last drop out of him. His eyes are rolling
back into his head and it feels fucking good.

"Thanks coach." I stand up off of him. I reach into my hole and take out
some of the cum. I lick it while Ryan stares at me. Then, I push my fingers
into his mouth. He licks my fingers clean, still in his post nut daze. "See
you tomorrow for another one on one session."

I look over at Mike, my dick still hard. He had a fire in his eyes. His
shorts were at his ankles and he was coating his cock in some of the lube I
had left over. "Who knew you had it in you?" He grabbed my shoulders and
turned me back around to face Ryan again.

"Only thing better than a virgin hole is a sloppy one." He rubs his fingers
over my hole, taking some more of the remaining cum in my hole. He wraps
his hand around my face, shoving his fingers into my mouth. I lick them
clean, same as Ryan had, who's still watching from below.

Mike's cock was notably bigger than Ryan's. Only his tip was pushing into
my hole but I could already feel the difference. "Fucking Ryan might have
gotten you on first-string, but you gotta go through me to keep it,
rookie."

His cock keeps pushing into me. It felt endless but I wasn't gonna back
down. "You think you're hot shit Mike. I can get that spot and I can handle
your fucking cock." I push back onto him hard. I feel like I'm being split
in half but it feels incredible.

Mike grabs my wrists and pulls me back onto him. "You think you can handle
this." He pulls out and slams back into me, pulling me onto him by my
arms. It hurts so good. He's slamming into me over and over and I never
want it to end. Ryan is still under the both of us and started jerking off
again.

"I can take whatever you fucking give." I push back against him. "Fuck my
god damn hole."

Ryan is still watching my dick flop around in front of me. I look down at
him. "I know you want it coach. Suck it." Ryan looks past me towards
Mike. He smirks and nods. Ryan quickly sucks my cock down his throat.

They were fully in control of my body and I didn't want anything
else. "Fuck me. Suck me. Fuck."

Mike kept slamming into me and Ryan was taking my dick balls deep every
time. "Mike..."

"Call me team fucking captain, rookie. You're not gonna get the ball if you
don't show some fucking respect."

"Cap, I thought you said you were gonna fuck me." I push back against his
cock again.

He lets go of my arms and puts his fingers around my neck, pulling me
towards him. "Fucking say that again, bitch."

I turn my head back towards him the best I can. "I said. To fuck me. Cap."

I thought Mike was fucking me before but I hadn't felt anything yet. His
grip on my neck tightened and he started going to town on my hole. I
couldn't feel anything but his cock pounding against my prostate and Ryan's
mouth on my dick. "You want it. You're gonna fucking get it, rookie." I
couldn't catch my breath between his grip and the constant waves of
pleasure going through me.

"Fuck." I gasp out. "Harder Cap. I know you want to. I can handle anything
for this fucking spot."

Mike fully let loose, going balls deep on every thrust. The slap of them
hitting my ass reverberated through the whole bathroom. Ryan was under me,
his nose in my pubes taking the brunt of Mike's assault on my hole. But he
didn't flinch once. He continued jerking himself off as Mike slammed into
me.

Gripping Mike's ass tightly, was all I could do not to finish before Mike
did. He had me all twisted around and I didn't make it this far to lose
now.

I felt Mike shudder. "Fuck. I'm gonna cum, rookie."

"Give it to me Cap." He grabs at my hips and takes long strokes out before
slamming back into me.

"Fuck. Oh fuck." He makes one last thrust and I can feel his cock pulse and
I knew that was my cue to really show my stuff. I milk his cock too.

At the same time, I grab hold of Ryan's head and match Mike's motion,
pushing down Ryan's throat when Mike pulls away and pulling out when Mike
pushes in. He was jerking off furiously under me using the spit dripping
out of his mouth as lube.

"Fuck. Yes right there." Mike was nearly done and was hitting my prostate
just right, alongside Ryan who was still slobbering all over my cock. I
couldn't hold back any longer.

"I'm cumming. Holy fuck. I'm cumming." I grip Ryan's head and pull him into
me, blasting my cum straight down his gullet. I see stars and I don't know
what part of my body is doing what anymore. All I know is I I'm cumming and
I still want more. "Harder. Fuck me Cap."

"Welcome to the fucking team, Terry." Mike says behind me, pulling his cock
out slightly before slamming into me once more. "Take my fucking spunk." He
slams into me once more. "It was a rough start but you got there." My own
orgasm had milked him dry and he was just torturing me, slowly pulling in
and out, sliding right along my prostate, sending more waves through me. I
can feel his and Ryan's cum dripping down my leg. I was fucking spent.

I let Ryan go, who wipes his face down with some toilet paper. Mike finally
fulls out of me, wiping himself down too.  "That was fucking hot
Mike. Thanks, Terry. I really fucking needed that."

"No problem. So did I. If you guys need a rookie again, let me know."

"Will do." Mike pulls his shorts back up, washes his hands and heads out of
the bathroom. I clean myself up best I can, and I follow out with Ryan.

"Good game today Ryan." Ryan blinks, and then remembers where he was and
nods.

"Ha, yea, not bad. See you in a few weeks." He cleans off his face best he
can and heads on his way. I see Nick and Bruce hanging out a little ways
away.

Bruce puts his hand over my shoulder. "So looks like it went well."

"Hell yea it did. I told you I knew what I was doing."

"So about my compensation."

"I didn't forget. You ever get fucked by a fireman?"

"Ha! No, I have not."

"Well, then that'll change in a few weeks. I'll make some calls."

***

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