Football Practice

Following Calvin to the locker rooms is a new experience. The guy that I probably know the least from the football team now has his cum in my stomach after I licked it all off his. He's not said a word since we left the library I'm unsure of whether this is because he's coming to terms with what just happened or its because he doesn't feel like we need to talk but currently I'm okay with the silence. I can still see that he's bulging in his trousers, I don't know how I had never noticed his thick dick before but it's all I can think about currently. I had the opportunity for it to be in my mouth and to have him cumming down the back of my throat but I missed it and had to clean him up with my tongue instead. Not that I'm complaining. What just happened between us has made the heat inside me feel more controlled, sort of satiated for the moment. As we walk into the locker rooms most of the guys have already finished changing, other than Calvin and I the only other straggler is Damien who is just pulling his top over his head. Let me catch a glimpse of the washboard abs and mouthwatering Adonis belt that he has pointing right towards his crotch. There's no chest hair or snail trail in sight, he's gloriously smooth. The only thing of note he has is his nipple piercing, only his right one is pierced with a small silver bar.

Calvin's removed all his clothes in the time that I've spent staring at Damien, he gives Damien a fair run for his money. His abs and v-line aren't as defined as Damien's are but his thighs are practically solid muscles. He could definitely snap my neck with them if his wanted to, and the dick that hands between them is enough to forget about his muscles altogether. Even in when it's soft, it's still impressively think and hangs down below his balls. He pulls his shorts up, forgoing underwear altogether, and once his tops and shoes are on he quickly leaves the room. Leaving only Damien and I in here. I grab my stuff and place it in my locker, grabbing my kit from inside before making my way back to the benches. I walk over to where Damien is standing and place my kit next to him. "I like your piercing."

"Thank you" Damien looks at me and smiles, "have you never noticed it before?"

"I don't make it a habit to look at other guys in the locker room. I don't want them getting the wrong idea."

"Well feel free to look at me whenever you want." He shrugs his trousers down to reveal he's going commando as well, whilst not a thick as Calvin's his dick is just as impressive. Hanging an inch or two below his low hanging balls. I would hazard a guess that it's already around six inches, I wonder if it grows much when it's hard. "Didn't take you long to take me up on that offer."

"I don't think I can look away" he pulls his shorts up quickly, deciding to stay commando for football just like Calvin.

"I'll meet you outside." He says walking out of the changing room. I quickly shuck off my clothes, leaving them in a pile on the bench before quickly pulling on my top, shorts and shoes.

Football practice is more interesting than it usually is. Dylan tells us that we'll be playing in a small London university competition. The team that comes out on top receives £10,000 of funding. Something we're desperately in need of. He puts us through a gruelling practice, where I find that no matter who it is that's near me on the field they get as close as they possibly can without it being a foul. There's a point where I can feel Calvin's soft dick pressed up against my buttcheeks and he distracts me long enough that he's able to get the ball away from me. After two hours of non stop practice, Dylan tells us that we're all free to go and grab a shower. The heat has been building up inside me again for the past two hours, I'm practically ripping my top off before I get to the locker room in hopes of it allowing me some sort of way to cool down but it doesn't help. In the locker room must of the guys have gone to shower, the only person who hasn't is Dylan who seems to be writing down some notes about our performance today. Taking off my shorts, socks, shoes and finally my jockstrap is a freeing experience. Letting my semi hard cock bounce around freely without any sort of restriction is what I've needed all day. I walk straight to the showers, and as I get closer I can hear the banter between the guys increasing. I do love the feeling of comradery that everyone feels when we get together. We're just a bunch of guys that all play football together and get to have fun whilst doing so.

I scan the showers looking for an empty one, and trying not to let my eyes drift below the belt. There are only two showers left.