Date: Fri, 20 Dec 2019 16:21:12 +0000
From: writer guy <premiershiplads@outlook.com>
Subject: Premiership lads part 8: The Trojan Horse

Part eight: The Trojan Horse


Since their awkward discovery, Harry Kane had been a tensed up bag of
nerves, and it was really killing Eric Dier's sex life. It's not that Eric
wasn't stressed out too, or aware of the dangers to their reputations and
professional lives, but he felt a lot more confidence in the discretion of
their young accomplice – in fact, whilst Harry seemed painfully
resentful of what had happened, Eric couldn't deny a quiet thrill at
it. The secrecy, the scandal, the voyeurism that only he had noticed. He'd
been very careful to hide that detail from his – well, Harry hated the
word `boyfriend', but – lover, and very much kept this scrap of
excitement to himself.

And so Dier actually hadn't had any proper action since that afternoon a
couple of weeks back, and was even starting to worry that Kane might call
things off, whatever `things' actually were at this stage in
their... `relationship'.

It was a tough week anyway, they had Chelsea coming up on Sunday and so
everybody on the squad was really going for it in training. By Friday
morning, a mixture of hard work, sexual tension and nervousness at what was
going to happen with Harry had put the muscular young midfielder really on
edge. He was clinging to some hope that a big win against Chelsea would
relax things for them all, and as the day wore on, he kept imagining the
celebratory fuck-fest he might be allowed with his powerful captain.

After lunch, he tried to get some chat going with Harry in the canteen,
showing him some stupid headlines from a football website. `Look at this,'
he said, `apparently there's all these leaked nudes of Ross Barkley been
bought by a big newspaper, about to publish any day.' He waved his phone
screen at the tall, serious-faced Harry. `Could be fucking great for
unnerving the opposition, something like that?'

Very conscious of their nearby teammates, Harry just screwed up his face in
exaggerated disinterest. `Nude photos? Who cares about that,' he grumbled,
as if shrugging off the 25-year old.

`Well, Ross the Boss will be quaking in his pants, or out of them,' Eric
chuckled to himself.

`Stop talking about it,' Harry hissed uncomfortably. The homoerotic
potential of the gossip was clearly bothering him, even though what Eric
had not said out loud was how much fucking money he'd given himself to get
a hand on those pics: surely, between the two lovers, THAT went without
saying. Barkley!

`Okay, okay,' Eric conceded irritably. He was about try and move the
conversation on in a different direction, but Harry put down his cutlery
with a heavy clatter, picked up his lunch tray and got up to fuck off,
leaving Dier moodily finishing his own dull salad and quiche. He looked
about the room at the dwindling collection of his teammates: everyone
looked pretty on edge, really, it was no wonder Kane was being funny with
him. He convinced himself it was a phase, that their little affair meant a
bit more to Harry than he let on, that he wasn't just a mug being pushed
aside cos of a bit of personal risk.

And there, a couple of tables away, was the source of the risk: Troy
Parrott.

He was a really good-looking lad, Eric thought to himself, though he would
not really have noticed it so much other than for their weird storeroom
encounter. Too young, although the 17-year old was tall and strapping and
could easily pass for his early 20s, in fact. It was hard not to expect big
things from the charming young Irishman, even if his recent first-team
debut had been at least 50% down to Harry Kane leaning on the coaches and
manager to get his way. The irony, Eric mulled, was that Kane was the
person most threatened by the rise of a new striker at Spurs!

Troy was in the middle of chatting with a couple of other young players,
less prodigious ones who hadn't cut through from youth and reserves to the
main squad yet; but they were leaving, Troy had obviously been a bit later
in and clearly liked his food, tray piled high. (Eric had noticed before
that the canteen staff liked to mother and pamper this Irish transfer! Was
anyone safe from his dark handsome features?)

After a moment's indecision, Eric decided to chat to Troy, what harm could
it do? He disposed of his tray, grabbed a cuppa, and slid into the bench
facing the young Parrott.

`Hey, kid,' he said with a slight nod of the head. Troy's reaction was hard
to read: that intelligent mixture of professional admiration and the very
knowing look he kept giving him, or perhaps that was in Eric's paranoid
head, maybe he was just as terrified as Harry was of what this boy knew and
could do to them if he chose.

Troy's answer was just a slight nod, his mouth too full of food to speak.

`All going well? Enjoying the first team banter?'

After a pause. `Yeah, yeah. Fuckin' class so far, mate.'

`Glad to hear it.'

`First two games have been... epic.'

`And you played well,' Eric said honestly. `You deserved that shot, you
know.'

`Maybe,' Troy said, a touch nervously, `but don't worry. I know how much
you and Kane made it happen. I haven't forgotten.'

It was the first hint of an unspoken thank you that had lingered in looks
between the two men in the week and a bit since Troy's debut, and Eric felt
a buzz at it: partly as a recognition of his seniority and influence, and
partly as a reminder of what else this meant Troy had not `forgotten'. He
could not hide the smile of indulgent memory on his face but he tried to
stay casual and laddish, not wanting to freak out the teenager.

`Don't worry, it was... the least we could do for you. And, I'll be honest,
it was mostly Hazza. He's quite a big deal, don't you know.'

`Aye,' Troy murmured, `but he ain't top dog, is he?' The lad blushed a
little bit at the innuendo, but both guys burst into a private chuckle at
this.

`Nah, not quite,' Eric agreed a bit self-consciously, enjoying the
teasing. `But seriously, thanks for... keeping your mouth shut. And, you
know, standing guard that day. You're a sweet lad.'

Troy shrugged evasively, trying to focus more on what was left of his
lunch. `We're a team, you know,' he said reflectively, `we gotta look out
for each other. And yeah, I appreciate the boost. Good to get
noticed. Hopefully I'll make the line-up for Sunday against the Chelsea
scum, but who knows.'

Eric thought back to that stupid gossipy news headline that had been so
badly taken by Kane. `Well,' he said, `I think some of their stars might be
a bit fucking distracted, could play into our hands.' He unlocked his phone
and flipped through apps to find it again, then showed Troy, who looked a
bit bewildered. `You've never probably met Ross but he's quite the shy
bloke, really – shit like this will get under his skin, even if it's
made up.'

`Oh, cool,' Troy said uncertainly, a touch of sympathy in his face.

`And let that be a lesson to you,' the 25-year old groaned at him with a
joking finger wag, acting like a much older bloke, `don't be taking a load
of nude pics and sending them to your girlfriend back home or whatever,
hah!' Troy looked both worried and highly amused by this, and Eric enjoyed
his warm Irish chuckle: Parrott got more and more attractive the more you
looked at him, really. That glint in his dark eyes, the surprisingly
developed stubble on his sharp features, his short trimmed wiry hair.

`Well, I'll be sure to take more care!' Troy said lightly. He pushed his
plate away from him. `Not sure I can handle any more of this. Dunno why the
girls always try and give me so much – do I look like skin and bone, or
summat?'

`You're lean,' Eric said with a shrug, `but don't worry. You look good.' He
let the compliment hang in the air and grinned to himself. `Hey, kid –
what are you up to this afternoon? I need to hit the gym later but was
thinking I might pop into the sauna first. Need to detox a bit before the
big game on Sunday.'

`Does that really help?' Troy asked curiously. The youngster's naοve
ambition was endearing – one minute he was blackmailing senior players
for a start, the next eager to learn from any tidbit.

`Yeh, sure, you sweat out loads of shite,' Eric affirmed. `You wanna join?
It's a good way to unwind from all this pressure too. Bet you've been
feeling really on edge, trying to make sure you start on Sunday! Well,
nothing more you can do now really. Gaffer will announce line-up tomorrow
morning as usual.'

`Yeh,' Troy said thoughtfully. `Well, okay, I guess. If you don't mind me
joining you.'

`Not at all,' Eric said brightly, and gave him a thumbs up. `Take a bit to
let your food settle though, kid.' To relax the anxious looking teenager,
he asked him a few questions about home, about Dublin life, how he was
finding his lodging house and host family, and so on. A tantalising
possibility was playing on Eric's mind about this teenage heartthrob, but
he didn't want to get his hopes up too much just yet. But boy, it had been
ages since that afternoon in the cupboard with Kane on his knees...

After a while, it was thoughtful, curious Troy who piped up: `Shall we hit
the sauna then? Sweat out some toxins and get fighting fit for Saturday?'
His ambition gleamed in his eyes. Eric nodded eagerly and got up to lead
the way.

The saunas were one of the more fancy additions to the club's expensive new
training centre this year, tucked away near the changing rooms, not far
from the storeroom area where Eric and Harry had been so incautious that
day – a coincidence that clearly occurred to Troy to, as he saw a flash
of recognition and perhaps apprehension on the boy's face as they rounded
the corner. They headed into the now empty changing rooms; a lot of the
lads were hitting the gym and some were out doing fuller training on the
pitch.

Eric unzipped his tracksuit top and slid it off, then quickly shed the
white tshirt underneath, and allowed himself a vain moment in the mirror
– his pecs and six pack were coming along well, even after the bouts of
injury and illness that had got in the way last year. He saw Troy glancing
at him thoughtfully as the young Irish lad whipped off his own top.

`Bit more gym time if you wanna develop this way,' Eric pointed out, trying
not to sound patronisingly. `But staying a bit more lean might be good for
you as a forward. You've still got a bit of six-pack coming through, kid.'
Troy nodded self-consciously but seemed to enjoy the feedback. `And
besides, you're a good lucking cunt, aren't you? Don't need to rely on
muscles to charm.' Troy just didn't seem to know how to react to that, just
a nervous laugh, turning away to finish undressing. Eric smiled and turned
away politely so as not to stare too much; he slid off his trackies and
socks and finally his boxer shorts, wrapping a fresh towel about his waste
and taking a patient pause before checking young Troy had done the same.

`Through here,' he said cheerfully. `It'll do you good,' he added, seeing
Troy looking slightly hesitant or shy.

The heat him them both as they entered the dry sauna, a decent-sized block
of a room lined with wooden bench. They slumped onto it at right angles,
and Troy fiddled nervously with the tie of his white towel whilst Eric
spread comfortably on his seat so it lay casually half-open across his
squashed thighs.

`It's hot,' Troy commented stupidly, a slim pale figure in the musty
gloom. He really was tall and well-developed, though Eric was a good inch
superior in height and notably chunkier in breadth.

`That is sorta the point,' Dier told him, through a smile, making no
attempt to hide his roving, evaluative eyes taking in the exposed lean
muscle of his young teammate. Both men's skin was already prickling with
sweat.

`Yeh. True.'

Eric leaned forward a tiny bit to close the angled gap between them. `Harry
says thank you too, by the way,' he said, quietly even though they were
comfortably away from other ears. `I mean, we're both grateful, but... he
has a lot more to lose than me, I guess. Personally and professionally.'

Troy nodded. `To be sure.'

`But yeah, we both thank you.'

`It's cool, I mean, who would believe me if I said?' Troy said with an
awkward chuckle. `I could hardly believe my eyes and I was the one seeing
it. No offence.'

Eric grinned. `None taken. You, er, saw quite a bit, didn't you?' he pushed
gently.

Troy twitched and shifted a bit on the seat. `Sorry, pal,' he said
quickly. `I just...'

`It's okay,' Eric responded with a little wave. `I really don't mind. I
mean, how can I? We were stupid and risky, huh. We were fucking lucky it
was a sweet team-spirited lad like yourself rather than... I dunno, some
bell-end like Dele.' A slightly nervous laugh. `It'd be all over Snapchat
by now if that tool had walked in on us!'

Troy echoed the laugh uncertainly. `Yeh, maybe,' he said. `So... um... are
you and Harry, like...?'

It was Dier's turn to feel a bit wrongfooted, as he really didn't know how
to answer. `It's been going on a good few months,' he admitted. `I don't
think either of us really know... what it is, yet. We both thought we were
straight. Mostly.'

`Right,' Troy said, and it looked to Eric like his mind was wondering back
to what he saw. Great.

`It's one of those things,' the muscular defensive player said in a slow,
quiet voice. `You don't quite know what you want until you... experiment.'
He watched Troy's thoughtful face, and then wiped his own sweaty brow a
little, running his fingers up through his short cropped dirty blond
hair. Then he shifted himself a bit more, and untied the towel from his
waist – he tugged it up, folded it and swung it about his neck instead,
so he was sat bollock naked against the heat of the sauna. It took Troy a
moment to notice, and he looked a bit taken aback. `Best to be
comfortable,' Dier told him knowledgeably, and shifted his legs a bit to
really display his privates.

`Oh,' Troy said, trying his best not to look that way, `yeah, fair. Um...'
And then, as impressionable as hoped, he copied, reaching to his hip to
undo the towel and then removing it in a clumsy shuffle until it was around
his shoulders draped in the same way, and...

Dier started a bit. `Holy fuck, kid,' he said, nodding across to what lay
between those slim but strong dark-haired thighs. `I didn't expect that.'

`What?' Troy said in alarm, then `Oh, right, yeah...'

It was a big one, to say the least. Bigger than Eric might have imagined on
the lanky striker, and perhaps, bigger than most he'd ever noticed on lads
in a long while. It lay beneath a modest bush of pubes, against Troy's
thigh.

`The Trojan Horse,' he quipped admiringly. Was Parrott blushing or was it
just the heat? They were both practically dripping now.

`Well,' mumbled the teen, `yours is... you know... big enough, I'm sure...'

Eric spread his thighs a bit more and took his dick in hand. `Yeah,' he
said, `I mean, Kane certainly seems to like it!'

Troy giggle at that. `Um, yeh, it looked like it!' They both laughed a bit
more freely.

`Must hurt, that kinda sex,' Troy said naively. `I was... I
dunno... curious to see it, like... it's not something I ever thought about
or knew any gay guys, so...'

A realisation dawned on Dier in the stuffy heat of the sauna. `Troy, mate,
are you a virgin?' he asked bluntly.

There was a moment where the strapping teen striker looked about to lie,
but his expression was revealing enough. To be fair, he wasn't 18 until
February, he really was a fresh Dublin export. His eyes told Eric
everything he needed to know.

`I do have a girlfriend, we just haven't... She wasn't ready, and then I
had to moved to England again for the transfer, and...'

`You don't need to make excuses,' Dier told him in a soothing tone. `Not at
all. I respect your... patience.' And I'm fucking turned on by your
innocence, his inner voice screamed. `You shouldn't do any shit until
you're ready,' he went on, and gave his floppy cock a slight stroke as he
talked.

`Oh I'm ready,' Parrott responded a little too excitedly. `I mean, I'm so
up for it, I just don't want to rush her, our families are pretty strict,
so...'

`Right, right,' Dier sighed thoughtfully. `Well, I could... Oh, fuck,
listen to me, I need to control my fat gob every now and then...'

`What?'

`Nothing mate, relax – enjoy the heat and...'

`What were you gonna say?'

Eric looked at him keenly and then pulled his weight along the corner of
bench a little bit so their feet swung close, and he let his toes brush the
softer skin of Troy's foot. `I was just thinking aloud, being the twat I
am... well, I could always help you out, if you were getting very
impatient!'

Troy pulled his foot back sharply. `I don't want FUCKED,' he said in a tone
of panic, tensing up.

Dier laughed and reached his toes over for more sweaty footsie. `Mate, I
was NOT thinking that far, don't worry...' I definitely AM thinking that
far, you beautiful bastard... `I just meant, you know, something to get you
off – other than your own palm over and over! But it's a daft idea,
isn't it?'

`Yes,' Troy said crossly, but there was enough conflict on his face to
please the older lad.

`It would just be weird for you,' Eric murmured, `and I don't know how
Hazza would feel about it.' That seed of competition seemed to do the
trick, igniting the ambition that young Troy always exuded. Eric went
quiet, flexing his arms slowly, feeling the beads of sweat trickling down
his lightly haired body. Then, when there was no real answer from his
companion, he just reached over and stroked above his knee a little. He ran
his fingers over the firm muscle. `You're so hairy for 17,' he pointed out
quietly.

`Yeah, I guess,' Troy said, and did nothing to push the questing fingers
away.

`Hairy and hung,' Dier added softly, and ran his fingers a bit further up
the inside of the leg. He took his time, as he'd done that first time he'd
played about with Kane, almost a year ago; you couldn't rush this first
exploration. He played his fingers in soft scratching movements over the
hairy flesh, and only once he'd really heard the first anticipatory gasp of
Troy's slow arousal, he lay his fingers over that thick long pipe.

`Dier, mate...' Troy breathed anxiously.

`It is so fucking big, isn't it?' Eric giggled, and took it fully in
hand. `And heavy.' Their eyes met. `You want me to stop, buddy?'

Troy took a long moment to answer. `I don't fucking know,' he admitted, and
at this Eric shuffled closer to him, pressing their strong hot damp legs
side by side, and taking a firmer grip on the slowly responding semi.

`As soon as you say stop, I'll let go,' Eric breathed in his mate's ear,
and ran his thumb and fingers up and down the fleshy shaft in long
strokes. `God, how big is this thing gonna get...? You make Kane's look a
bit like a twiglet,' he exaggerated in the same moaning whisper.

`Really?' Troy gasped in a tiny voice, watching his own cock responding to
the touch and letting out a wavering moan of enjoyment.

`Oh yeah, mate, you are... you're in the big league, down there... fuck...'
It was reaching an impressive length, a real rock hard pole that made
Eric's eyes light up in envy. He pulled up and down on it slowly,
controlling his own excitement as much as he could. He loved the sound of
Troy's ragged nervous breathing, and licked his lips as the forward draped
one trembling arm about his own broad shoulders, more flesh on flesh. `Just
look at the size of you,' he hissed eagerly into Troy's ear, and nodded
from the big dick in his hand to his own flopping semi. Dier knew he had a
decent sized cock, especially in girth if not so long, but the comparison
was clear enough to astound Parrott at his own proportions.

`Go on,' Eric muttered in his ear, `give mine a feel, see how much smaller
it is than yours.' Troy hesitated, but then did as suggested, crossing arms
with Eric and reaching over to gently touch: Eric tensed up in excitement
and let out a deep breath of relief at the feel of shaky warm fingers on
his own cock. `Oh buddy,' he moaned.

`I dunno,' Troy said, `I think yours feels really pretty big in my...'

`Mmm,' Eric groaned, ignoring him, `your hand feels so good on it...'

`Does it??'

`Oh, yeah... give it a good... oh, mate...'

While forcing out the exaggerated vocal response, Dier increased his grip
and stroke on Troy's masterful length encouragingly, and felt the uncertain
teenager start to meet his rhythm almost unconsciously. Troy seemed to just
keep staring between their sweat-dripping meats in disbelief, as if unsure
it was even his own hand or his own cock he was actually watching. Both men
were breathing in rough pants, the heat and handjob making them dazed and
gasping.

`Fuck,' Troy mumbled, `I reckon I'll...'

`Oh, no,' Eric said, `not yet, buddy. Not yet...' He slid his hand off the
lad's cock and stroked up his gently defined six pack, then leant his
muscular form over, hunching to get his mouth down to the prize. He didn't
often suck off Harry, he preferred to dominate his captain and that had
always seemed to be what the otherwise alpha male wanted from him, yet
right now he could think of no greater prize than taking Troy's big nob in
his mouth. He opened wide to really take it in, knowing it was too big for
him but trying anyway. The teen's loud gasp of surprised and orgasmic
pleasure was enough to drive him on. He gripped Troy by the waist and the
leg and bobbed up and down on the cock as rapidly and hungrily as he could,
and it didn't take long to get his prize.

`Holy shit,' cried Parrott, `holy fucking shit mate...'

When Eric lifted his head, white cum was all over his lips and dribbling a
bit onto the thick blond stubble of his chin. He gulped and gasped. `You
taste fucking great,' he breathed through the mouthful of spunk, and saw
the dazed shock on the younger player's face. `Here,' he moaned, and
reached for that huge cock again – he gave it a slow upward stroke and
smeared two fingers over the bulging head, taking the last of Troy's load
onto them, then offered it upwards towards the teen's mouth. `Try it,' he
urged.

Troy's eyes looked unsure but his mouth agreed, as he parted his lips and
let Eric guide the creamy splash in. The feel of that pretty mouth sucking
cum off his fingers drove Dier absolutely wild, and once he pulled his
fingers out, he swiftly applied that hand to his own cock, taking over from
Troy's slow nervous strokes.

`Salty,' murmured the dazed Irishman, for want of a better description,
leaning his trembling body against Eric's sturdy frame and then staring
down as the bigger guy with the (slightly) smaller cock began to
climax. `Whoa...'

Eric arched his back and hugged onto him tightly and let out a bestial
groan as he fired off three spurts of his juice that spattered the smoky
glass of the sauna door. `Oh man,' he yelped, `oh man, oh man...' He
squeezed Troy to him, their sweaty bodies pressed together, then leant over
and just planted a single kiss on top of his head. `That was fun,' he
sighed.

Troy nodded but was lost for words. `I think I need to cool down,' he said
in a voice that was almost a post-orgasmic whimper – none of the ballsy
blackmailing confidence he had shown when discovering them that day, or
that was making him a promising figure on the field. Eric just laughed and
hugged him again, and then stroked his wilting cock.

`Yeah, we both do,' he giggled. `Before things get too wild.' They got up,
wrapping their towels about them, and made their way out and towards the
showers. Eric slowed to let the bewildered youngster go ahead, grinning
like a Chesire chat to himself at the cream he had received. What a tasty
load this hot fucking stud had, wow. He licked his lips and followed Troy
into the shower block.

The men showered in total silence: Parrott seeming just shellshocked by the
intense sauna experience, Dier just beaming to himself at his first
man-on-man fun since they were caught. He was still grinning contentedly as
he dried himself off. He watched Troy sit down in his towel looking a bit
lost, but also very satisfied.

`Not quite a virgin any more,' Eric said softly.

`You wanna say that any louder?' Troy joked bashfully, giving him a weak
grin.

`Don't worry. Now we both have secrets on each other, eh? And mine,' he
checked the room was empty for sure, and leant down to kiss him on the head
again, `is that you taste fucking wonderful.' He backed away to finish
drying off and get dressed. `Don't worry about what happened. It doesn't
have to mean anything, okay?' Troy nodded doubtfully. `And one other
thing,' Eric told him, whipping off his towel and picking up his boxer
shirts as his cock and balls flopped about loose, `drink a fuck-load of
water today, you'll be really dehydrated by that.'

`The sauna, or the...'

Eric just chuckled. `Both, lad. Both.' He tugged on his pants and tshirt
and checked the time. `See you tomorrow, buddy. Fingers crossed you make
the squad for Sunday.'

`Yeah...' Troy mumbled, his Premiership career seemingly suddenly
insignificant next to his first hand- and blow-jobs in a dark sweaty
sauna. `Fingers crossed...'