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Josh – By Bill Cockeyne

204909000Josh had teased me once too often. His fantastic black smooth muscular body had me constantly in a state of horny expectation… and the bastard knew it. He walked around the changing room after training wearing nothing but a white jockstrap, which needless to say, only highlighted his terrific firm and masculine butt. Those fabulous black globes gleaming and steaming after the shower and I just wanted to press my lips between them, kiss deeply and get my tongue up into his hot pink knot of a hole.

We’d been at the same football club for about 6 months and we’d clicked straight away. He was happy to meet up with a fellow northerner in a team that boasted only four Englishmen, the rest being highly paid (and very skillful) imports from across the world. Football was the trading standard these days and the money was astronomical but Josh, like me, wasn’t flash. We enjoyed the money but hardly ever flaunted it: Josh being a happily married man, with two kids and another on the way, me being a closet gay lad that was trying desperately not to draw attention to myself. However, since Josh had been at the club there had certainly been vibes between us and we did spend a lot of time in each others company. Our team-mates thought it was because we were from the same region in the North of England, and although that was part of it… it wasn’t the whole story.

The huge cotton bulge at the front of his jock was equally mind-blowing, I’d seen him naked many times so I knew what was hidden behind that bump but the cotton shield seemed to tease me even more. Enough was enough, so once my team-mates had left the locker room, I pushed Josh into the shower area (the only bit that was even semi-private) dropped to my knees and eagerly pressed my lips to that cotton pouch. I wasn’t sure what the reaction would be but, if I’d read the signs correctly, this wouldn’t be too much of a surprise to Josh. However, if I’d got it all wrong… hell… who knew what might happen? Immediately he was as hard as I was and soon enjoying the sexy feeling only a true friend’s mouth can give. His dick pulsed heavily behind the sweetly sexy, freshly-laundered cotton, stretching the fabric and leaking pre-cum. I could tell the care his wife had taken with the washing, she always added conditioner to the cottons and his crotch   smelled floral. However, as soon as he started leaking that sexy pungent pre-cummy man-smell… that was all Josh… I recognized the unique aroma of the man that had often driven me wild (after a game I’d frequently pinch his sweaty undies or jock and take them home for some extra mental stimulus). His huge cock flipped out from the side of his jock; black, veiny and looking like it was made of hardened, burnished walnut. He grabbed the sides of my head and forced the entire steely length to the back of my throat. As I gagged and tried to catch my breath he eased it further in… delving deeper towards my belly. “What took you so long?” his knowing, smiling face looked down at me. I knew it… now he knew it and now my throat knew it… that thick cock of his loved a bit of attention from another guy. The signs had been there for ages so, I had to ask myself, why had I waited so long?

He seemed to know that I’d lusted after that moment for such a long time and now he was more than happy to give me what I wanted. Jesus, he rode me hard on that first occasion filling my belly twice before he flipped me against the shower wall and sank his dick up my tight hole. Once it did happen… it all happened so quickly. One minute we were just team mates… the next I was his bum chum… although in my head I’d decided we were lovers. He loved that first time, getting his rocks off with another, willing guy and I knew it wasn’t going to be a one-off. We are as close now as we ever were and on away matches we always room together. He loves to fuck my throat, enjoying the spasming muscles contracting around his thick dick. Occasionally he’ll ride my arse for a couple of hours, taking a great deal of pleasure in filling my butt with his copious loads. I love these times best… we’re connected in a physical, mental and sexual way… and that period resting in each others arms after orgasm… is even better than scoring a goal.