An own goal

As the clock ticked down, both players were on the edge of their seat, the onlookers noisily urging them on, although Mark got the distinct sense that most were hoping for his defeat. Unfortunately for Mark it was imminent, just a few moments shy of reaching a drawn match, he had tried to header away an inbound cross, only for him to mis-time the connection, the ball bouncing off his player and slipping past the helpless keeper for an own goal. Mark felt butterflies rise in stomach as the strangers around him began to holler and cheer, Dan, his opponent quickly standing and moving in front of Mark, looking down at him with a grin.

"Close one... you almost had me but them's the breaks." Dan chuckled down at Mark as he began to unbuckle his belt, then unzip his jeans. Mark looked around for an escape, but the crowd had him hemmed in and seated as he was, with his victorious opponent looming over him he could see there was none. He turned back to look up at Dan just as he pulled down his jeans and freed his half-erect cock, the unexpectedly large organ coming out swinging, swaying a couple of times before settling to point ominously at Mark. Just as Mark started to protest he felt a hand at the back of his head, gently urging him forward and before he knew it, his cheek was making contact with it. As Dan's cock slid over Mark's cheek and nose he could feel it throb, the silky smoothness of it coming as a shock, seemingly at odds with how rigid and powerful it felt. By the time Dan had started to swing his hip back the other way, smearing himself over the face of his vanquished foe, Mark's mouth was open and waiting and it was then Mark tasted his first cock.

Seeing his moment and seizing it, Dan aimed his now rock hard cock betwen Mark's lips and pressed forward, groaning in satisfaction as he was accepted into the wet, warm recesses of his mouth. He watched as Mark took a moment to appraise the new experience, his lips closing around the pulsing shaft as his tongue slid across the tip, the moment of hesitation allowed to breathe. For Mark's part he appeared to be intrigued by the new sensations flooding his mind. The noise of the crowd faded away the moment the cock split his lips and he closed his eyes, the sleek feel of it sliding over his tongue instantly intoxicating, especially when combined with the musky flavour which made his own cock ache inside his pants. He found himself tilting his head to try to feel different parts of it from different angles, gracing it with various combinations of licks, sucks and eventually kisses.

Everyone present was amazed at how quickly the once apprehensive guest warmed to his task. It was as if one taste had sent him cock mad, slurping at Dan like a ****-addled whore and when Dan started fucking his throat a cheer went up. Mark offered no resistance as Dan's cock slid into his throat, the young man gasping and straining for air but making no effort to push away, so focused upon his worship that Dan had to pull away and allow him to breathe. Dan waited until Mark had caught his breath and finally opened his eyes to look up at him, grinning down as he brought his pulsating cock to Marks chin, resting it there. "Since this is your first game, I'm gonna let you choose... where do you want it?"

For the first time, the crowd was silent, the whole party had seemed to stop as they watched on, waiting for Mark to choose...