Freddie

I choose the shower next to Freddie, our goalkeeper. I'm doing it almost strategically, deciding that if I stay away Damien and then at least I can't get into an trouble in the showers. Of course like the rest of my day this doesn't quite go as planned. The shower next to Freddie decides not to work. So I'm standing naked and dry, just waiting for someone else to finish so that I can jump in and let the day just wash away. A day of eating Calvin's cum and flirting with Damien. Two things I never thought could happen. Freddie however does notice that I'm just standing there looking around. "Shower not working?" he asks, but I feel like he already knows the answer.

"Yeah, should probably report it to someone" I press the button again for good measure but yet again no water.

"Jump in with me," at first I can't tell if he's serious but then he pulls then he rolls his eyes and pulls me around the divider. "No point in you waiting, we're team mates, it's nothing we haven't seen before." Freddie is one of those guys that isn't embarrassed by anything, definitely not people seeing him naked. And now here I am crammed into a shower stall with him. He turns his shower back on and it's nice to feel the water flowing across my body. I've always loved showers, I feel like I'm being transported to a different world, one where I don't have to worry about why everyone is suddenly into me. I feel something cold on my back, shower gel I presume, which would be normal if it wasn't Freddy that was lathering me up with it.

"You don't have to do that Freddie" he doesn't stop though.

"It's no bother, just helping you out" his hands travel in soft circles across my back, which feels good after not having a man touch me in months. I'm about to start wondering how far down he's going to go but my brain doesn't get that far before he's cupping my glutes. "Can't leave any of you dirty can I?" he's a lot firmer with this area, kneading deeply at my cheeks, and slowly running his finger up and down my crack. "Tell me you don't want this and I'll stop, but I know a **** little slut like you wants nothing more than me inside of you." I nod desperately, "I always knew you were a whore, you'd beg for dick if you had to." He's moved one of his hands so that he's pulling my cheek away, exposing my hole to the warm water. His other hand goes straight to my hole, rubbing it slowly, using the water and shower gel to slick me up. "How many thing do you want?" He slips on in slowly, curving it as he pulls back, pressing at my prostate. I moan involuntarily, "is one not enough?" his teeth nip gently at the back of my ear and he adds another finger to my hole. Stretching me out more than I have been in a long time, he moves them with more ****, pulling back fast and thrusting them back in with the same memento. The pleasure that surges through my body is only enhanced by the heat that now lives inside of me. As if they're both merging to be one. I can feel Freddie's hard dick rubbing up against my taint, thrusting back and forth in time with his fingers. He slows down for a second and I'm worried his going to stop, but I soon realise he's just adding even more to my stretched hole. With three fingers inside of me again he pumps back and forth, making me moan louder than I thought I could, not caring about anyone around us. "Do you think I could get four fingers inside of you? How about a whole fist?" He's breathing heavily against my ear and with every plunge of his fingers his dick pushes forward and causes my dick to bounce. This time when he slows down I realise that he is pulling his fingers out of me. I turn my head and look over my shoulder in time to see him lining his dick up with my hole