Rim him

"Don't touch me back there!" he warned, looking back at you.

"But it looks so inviting."

At that, you leant down, keeping eye contact with him, and gave a single lick up his crack. The older player shuddered at the feeling, turning away. You savoured the taste of drying sweat and pure masculinity. Returning, you began lapping between his two footballs with earnest. You pulled his shorts and underwear down further so you could spread his legs slightly. You then went down, starting at his other pair of hanging footballs. Slowly, you journeyed your tongue up his crevice towards his lower back. You continued to do this, avoiding his hole each time. The fans and players were oblivious to your antics, just as the two of you were oblivious to the game going around you. You finally took aim and screwed your tongue at its prize.

"Oh my god!" Ronaldo cried, feeling the new sensation.

You worked your tongue into his hole. Darting your muscle, you prodded until just a smidgen of tension was released. The momentary lapse of guard allowed you to stick your tongue where no ones been before. You could hear the GOAT groaning, head buried in his hands. You continued tongue fucking his tight hole, pressing your knuckles on his taint to maximise his pleasure. You took your free hand and grabbed his cock. It was about semi hard, not as big as you expected but still a respectable size. Stroking his member, the player began moaning loudly. He was being stimulated from three different places and two of them he probably didn't touch.

"Stop... Oh... I'm gonna..." He could barely speak.

His warning was futile, as it drove you even harder. You drove your tongue as far in as you could, pressed your knuckles as hard as you could and squeezed his cock as firmly as you could. The combined actions caused the man of a player to squeal out in pleasure, shaking as he came all over your hand. Rope after rope shot from his pulsing dick, which you regrettably missed as you continued screwing your tongue into his twitching hole. Eventually, the player went limp as his orgasm subsided. You pulled away and admired your hand, coated in the footballer's spunk. You licked it clean, savouring a taste no man got to have.

"Mmm, tastes good mate!" you grinned, looking down at the exhausted player, "Now how do you think you should get mine?"