Footballers' Husbands.
A short gay romantic story depicting consenting adults.
The fans went wild when Tim scored the goal. At the eighty-seventh minute surely that would be the winning goal. It felt like an eternity waiting for the referee to blow the final whistle. Eventually the whistle sounded and we had won. The stadium errupted into cheers as the team did their lap of honour. Tim looked stunning as he stripped off his shirt; his toned athletic torso was a joy to see. I waited on the sidelines to welcome back my hero. I only dared to give him the briefest of hugs. "Hang on a while", he whispered. "Let's wait until the rest of the team have gone and then we can celebrate properly". I smiled and watched him go off to celebrate with the team.
Later, Tim and I were the only ones left in the dressing room. I had waited so long to hold him, to congratulate him on his win. I kissed him deeply, passionately; my tongue exploring his mouth, loving his taste. I kissed his eyelids, traced his manly jawline with my tongue and started to move down to nuzzle his magnificent shoulders and chest. I loved to caress and explore his strong back with my hands while I kissed and sucked on his nipples. My teasing of his nipples made them stand proud and erect. Tim joked that they were like the studs on his football boots. I let my wandering tongue continue on its explorations, licking and caressing the centre of his chest down to his belly button.
I loved the feel of his satiny football shorts; caressing his firm buttocks through the material; feeling his throbbing hardness through his front pouch. I kissed all around his inner thighs, getting as close as possible to his wonderful manhood. Tim soon obliged by pushing down his shorts leaving just the smooth ribbed cotton of his tight jockstrap. I loved it, the most masculine of garments. I loved to tug and pull on the straps, admiring the two firm hairless mounds of his buttocks. I spread his cheeks then began to lick and caress his hole with my tongue. I heard Tim start to groan as his jockstrap became tighter still. I feasted on his delicious rear, loving the intimacy. To help my tongue with its work I introduced a finger, pressing it gently all around Tim's hole. When things were moist enough, I started to slip my finger in just a little; pausing until I felt the muscular resistance fall away. Then I was able to explore further pressing upwards to find the prostate point. I kissed Tim as he groaned. I moved then to his front. Licking and tracing his manhood through the jockstrap pouch with my tongue. Taking his bulge into my mouth through the fabric. I loved Tim's intoxicating musky scent. I could not wait any longer and started to lower his jockstrap down. His manhood bounced up, freed from its constraints, hard and proud, glistening and oozing clear liquid. The football match may well be over, but Tim's cock knew that it was time to come out and play. "Tim you are so beautiful" I whispered as I sank to my knees. I wrapped my hand around the base of his cock. I pulled forward watching the elegant foreskin slip over the head and then skinned back to reveal the glory of the purple head. Tim moaned, enjoying this delicious motion. I gently licked all around the head and lapped up the clear liquid from the slit, loving Tim's salty taste. I took his manhood into my mouth,
licked and nibbled the sensitive underside of the shaft. I traced my love letters across the shaft with my tongue, while humming notes; feeling the sounds and pressure reverberate through his cock. I licked his cock, then gently blew on it; Tim delighting in the alternate warmth and coolness. Wrapping my palm around the base of his cock, I pumped it into my mouth. Tim shuddered and said "Hey, let's not rush on too fast. I think we should enjoy a shower". I hugged him tight and, holding hands, followed Tim to the showers.
We relaxed in the showers; our erections deflating a little. Tim loved to have fun in showers. He pinched his foreskin shut and then I saw it balloon up. I knew what was coming next. He let go of his foreskin with a laugh and his golden liquid splashed me. Well, I couldn't let him get away with that, so I pinched my foreskin closed and relaxed, letting the warm liquid stream out of my cock inflating my foreskin. I loved the way that it tickled; then I let my foreskin open up again, splashing Tim in the process. Tim grinned as I leant in to kiss him. As our tongues carressed each others' mouths, our hands slipped down our backs and started to massage each other's butts. Our cocks started to stir again as we kissed passionately. As we held each other close, our cocks began to connect. Tim's foreskin is much longer than mine, and so he slid mine back, exposing my cockhead. He skinned himself back and moved his cockhead directly in front of mine. I loved feeling the warmth of his head against mine and gasped as he slid his elegant hood over my cockhead. I wrapped my palm around both our cocks; I never wanted them to come apart. With that hand I thrust our two cocks together. With my other hand, I carressed Tim's buttocks. With my mouth, I kissed him deeply. The warm shower water flowed over our bodies. I loved this man so much. I never wanted this feeling to end. I felt Tim's warm juices leaking out of his cock and flooding under his foreskin which engulfed us both. I could think of nothing more intimate. I held him tight and whispered "Please Tim, take me now".
Towelling off from the showers, Tim led me back to the dressing room. There I found his discarded jockstrap on the floor. I picked it up and inhaled it deeply, loving the masculine musky scent. "Would you like to try that on?" said Tim. "Sure" I said with a grin. Slipping on Tim's jockstrap over my erection was electrifying; I felt even closer to my lover by wearing his most intimate garment. "That fits you well" grinned Tim as he lay on his back on the physio's bench. I caressed his cock to full size and then rolled a condom down the length of his shaft. Tim lubed up my hole for me and I straddled him: facing Tim as I so wanted to be able to see him and kiss him. I lowered myself onto his erection, slowly at first, easing it in. Then I rode harder. Bucking up and down. I ground my hips around. I tightened my muscles so as to hug Tim's cock. I kissed him and felt him throbbing inside me. My own hard flesh screamed against the fabric of the jockstrap pouch. Tim groaned as I felt him thrust harder up inside me. He grabbed my hard cock and slipped it out of the jockstrap pouch. He wrapped his hand around my shaft and started pumping in time to his thrusting deep inside me. I felt Tim's cock throb and explode inside me, flooding the condom with his precious seed. I felt a wave of heat spread up from my balls, up the centre of my twiching cock, and then ropes of thick cream shot out covering my chest. When we subsided, Tim licked and tasted some of my cream. He fed some to me too. I kissed him. I held him. I loved him.
In between kisses, Tim said "You know that the team is playing away next week. Are you sure you don't mind travelling along with us?"
"I don't mind the travelling," I said. "After all, there are plenty of benefits to being a footballer's husband", and my head fell down to kiss him again.