Ollie and Eddie shower

"Alright you leaping toad," Eddie said, "you showering? You fucking reek."

"You can talk, twinkle toes." Ollie playfully punched his teammate, "No girl's gonna want your smelly prick."

The two continued bantering as they went to separate shower heads, before the conversation turned to their moments of skill late in the match.

"Fuck man, I gotta tell you," Ollie was saying, "I was bricking it, but when I leapt for the ball, I thought I was gonna go straight over the post. It was the most thrilling moment of my life!"

"I can tell!" Eddie laughed, "You're boning up!"

Ollie looked down and, sure enough, his dick was at half mast. He was also becoming aware of a weird heat in his body, especially around his dick and nipples. Ollie was never into nipple play, but he felt the need to squeeze them. To his shock, some fluid squirted. The fuck? Was that milk?

"... and I came one on one with their keeper and I just knew he was gonna slip!" Eddie had been gloating, though Ollie wasn't listening.

Ollie turned to look at his teammate and friend, who was rambling without care. While Ollie was a bit older, in his early thirties, Eddie was still a young, early twenty something. Ollie admired the physique of the young, toned player. Ollie's eyes were drawn to Eddie's arse, that jutted from his lean body. It looked so inviting.

"The fuck are you doing man? Are you having a wank?"

Ollie was shaken from his dirty thoughts. Without realising it, his hand had drifted and started stroking his now leaking dick. His other hand continued to play with his dripping nipples. He looked at a disgusted Eddie, who, despite being a forward, was looking pretty defensive. Ollie stared at Eddie's slightly parted lips, wondering what they'd feel like around his-

"Wait, man, are you fucking lactating?"