N.B. Hi. Sorry if it may have been quite a while since last chapter. I have just come out of a very busy workload and now I free to carry on writing. I?ve had to combine the stories of each chapter so that you get more content. And I?ll be looking to bring the series to an end soon so I can create new ideas for characters and setting. I still value your support so thank you.
Chapter 08 - Jamie and the Cum Cup
It was the day of football qualifiers. We were playing against other teams all morning and my head was off the game. Connor in a moment of rage was shouting at me to get my head in gear. But how could I? I was all confused with Malachi and Freddy in my mind.
Brad took me aside to ask how I was doing.
'Not so good, mate. I'm sorry I got distracted. It won't happen again, I promise,' I lied. There was no way I could get Malachi off my mind when he arrived to watch me play. Tom came too. He kept signaling me to focus on the game and to not check to see if Malachi was watching me.
'I get it. There's someone you're thinking about right?' said Brad in his thick Afrikaans accent. 'Next time, you need to blow off some of that steam before a match. You get me?'
Was he suggesting I masturbate before playing? If it had not been for Brad's excellent goal keeping and Connor's exceptional striking we would not have qualified.
The boys all celebrated at the pitch, giving each other bro-hugs and manly love. I may be gay but I always found their affection rather homoerotic. Still, the one who really liked to touch was Brad. I may be wrong but I'm the only one he ever gave a pinch on my bum every time he passed me by. I never saw much in him other than his broad size and muscles of steel until he took a lot of interest in me.
'Nice game everyone. You too, Jamie. You were hot in the last match,' he said as he passed me caressing his hand above my waist.
I feared what Brad would do to me in the showers, any more affectionate praises and groping of skin would give my hard on a give away. So I tried to wait after everyone left and so I could use it alone.
When they finally did, I took over the shower. Coincidentally, Brad joined in too and we were both alone, naked.
Brad had a chiseled ass. He had large pecks and muscled thighs. His body was hence and beautifully strong. As he showered, I observed how the water flowed down his face, his neck, then to his muscled abdomen and down to his 4 inched flaccid cock.
I watched him as he rubbed soap all over his front, his legs, his cock. When he came to his back, he struggled to rub as thorough as he did with the rest of his body.
'Hey, you want me to help there, mate?' I suggested, taking over the soap without confirmation.
'That'll be awesome dude. Yeah, that's it. Scrub real hard. It's all itchy from the mud,' he said.
I could not believe I was giving him a soapy massage. I was unknotting parts of his back, being thorough in every area of his skin.
'Does it hurt?' I asked.
'No. Not at all. That's amazing, Jamie. Thank you,' he said.
'That's OK. That's what team mates do right?' I laughed.
'Sorry if Connor was a bit harsh on you. I'll tell him for next time that he would need to leave his frustration before a game.'
'You mean, "relieve" his frustration,' I joked.
'I wasn't kidding about that. I toss off all the time. You got to let it go you know?' Brad said.
'It's hard for me to let go. I feel like I don't want to. If I let go then it's like it's not real. It never happened. I hate coming to that.' I admitted.
'What are you saying, Jamie,' said Brad concerned. He turned around, his cock was slightly growing. He held his hand on my shoulder.
It was then that I realised that the more I talked despondently, the more he was becoming compassionate. So I decided to play along and see how he would react.
'Brad, can I tell you something? Promise you won't laugh.'
'Tell me anything, buddy,' Brad said.
''The reason why I've been feeling out of place is that I feel unloved. There are people that I care about. Really care about. And it hurts when they don't realise. I feel so alone.'
'You know that's not true,' Brad responded.
There was a connection made between us. It was as though I saw him for the first time and he saw me. He looked at me with so much respect. I confided something so personal he felt so grateful that I shared it with him.
Water rushed down our nude bodies. Our breaths sighed at the same pace. I saw his hand twitch and move towards my face. He lifted my chin and leaned over to kiss. Our lips touched. His head tilted. My arm wrapped around him. He pressed our cocks together. His hand slid down to my ass.
Our kissing became more intense. Brad slid his hand to my growing cock and started jerking me off. I twitched when his hand made contact. I became so hard very quickly.
Brad was shaking me off rigorously that it was hard to control my whole from spasming.
I held on to Brad's muscular frame. I looked into his eyes and there was so much raw lust from him.
His hand gripped tight, tugging my erect dick. I felt the semen boiling up inside ready to steam.
It felt so incredible a wild that I was moaning uncontrollably.
'I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum,' I repeatedly moaned.
Spurts of cum jetted from cock, some dribbled onto his hand. All of it was washed away by the shower. Still, my cock felt sticky. Brad caressed my balls with both hands. I was still hard. He wrapped his hand around both of our cocks. It felt good like an embrace, our bodies connected by the feel of his nudity against mine.
I was out of breath, panting. He grinned at me.
'Well now you have no excuse to get distracted. What say we get dressed and I'll see you in the match tomorrow,' said Brad as he patted my back and left with a cheeky wink.
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A few days after, the team was first to go through quarterfinals. Last time I was not focused on the game because I was worried about playing badly in front of Tom and Malachi. Since Brad showed me how to ÔrelieveÕ myself, I made sure that I would jerk off before the match.
I was thinking of Freddy at the time. He had not been in touch for a while. I chose to wank off to his porn videos. Freddy had an earlier porn alias called Kevin Cummings. He was in a circle jerk with hot football players. Kevin had to be cummed on by everyone. He was swallowing all their load. I jizzed when he had cum squirted on his hair.
I texted Freddy to tell him that he was my morning wank. He would enjoy that. I also dropped an invite to my game and wished for him to come, giving the address and time. I really hoped he would see me.
Malachi gave me a text that he would make an appearance at the match and that we should schedule a project meeting after. I was definitely game for spending more time with him. Having him watch me actually made me feel good knowing that he came for me. I quickly cleaned the cum off my abs and I left home feeling confident about the game.
I arrived at the field and I saw that everything was not fine. Connor got into a fight last night and was suspended so we had lost the best striker on the team. Brad was yelling down his phone. I never saw him lost his temper before.
The boys were all speaking to each other about who should substitute. There was another boy, Rick, an aggressive scouser who is good with the ball but he doesn?t like passing. He was known to be a bit of a cocky dick and Connor hated the guy. Brad had always kept him as a goalie substitute to keep him in line.
?What?s going on here?Õ said Tom, arriving at the pitch to support me.
?Connor?s been done for getting in a fight for something supposedly he wasn?t to blame for,? I replied. I guess I could believe that. Connor may not have started it but he was known to provoke people.
Brad ended his call. It was nearing the start of the match, most people had arrived and we needed to reassemble the team.
?Jamie, can I speak to you for a second?? Brad asked.
?Sure,? I said nervously as he moved quietly to the side.
?Connor suggests that you should replace him,? suggested Brad.
?What are you kidding?? I panicked.
?He has faith in you, kid. And so do I,? he said.
?What about Rick. He?s much better with the ball than me,Õ I said. I saw that Rick was looking towards us.
ÔBut you?re faster than him. Use the dribbling practice you had with Connor. You can do this,Õ he said sincerely. I looked into Brad?s eyes. He gave me the same passionate look as he did from the time he jerked my cock.
Rick made a big fuss that he wasn?t chosen to be sub. Pressure was all on me now. Mike and I were strikers together. He gave me a nod as though he was giving his support to me. I turned around to see Malachi and Tom rooting for me. Malachi gave me a smile and I smiled back. I saw in the corner of my eye someone just arriving. It was Freddy. Freddy actually came along. I felt my heart miss a beat. I was too surprised and missed the sound of the whistle that I was caught off guard when Mike passed me the ball.
The match pretty much went downhill. It was like the qualifiers all over again. Malachi and Freddy both came to see me. They were equally so hot. Malachi looked like a magazine cut out and Freddy was the cool mature college stud in his leather jacket.
I did try to dribble fast with the ball. But I seemed to have lost my timing that I allowed myself to get tackled easily. It wasn?t just me though. Losing Connor was a big blow for the team. We were all doomed from the minute Brad chose me as Connor?s sub because they did not have faith in me.
No team scored a goal in the first half. Brad yelled everyone back to the changing rooms at half time.
ÔWhat the fuck was all that fellas?? Brad yelled. ?We were meant to be team but you were all too fucking off the game. And you, Jamie, what the fuck??
?I?m sorry, Brad. I tried my best,? I said.
?Sorry?s not fucking good enough. They?re only fucking words. What would be fucking great, Jamie, is if you had your head screwed on for the game and not jerk around.?
?Stop picking on me like it?s all my fault!? I yelled back. ?It wasn?t me that got arrested. I tried my best and that?s all I could offer. You?re the captain, Brad. I don?t know why you made me sub. All I know is that I?ve been doing everything you?ve asked of me. So I?m sorry if you think I?m Òjerking aroundÓ.
I may have trodden on thin ice with the last analogy but I had to voice my frustration back at Brad. I didn?t respond back. I think he was more impressed than angered.
?OK, here?s what we?re going to do. I want everyone to get their shorts off,Õ Brad commanded.
What was he saying? All the boys were looking at each other trying to make sense if they heard him right.
?That?s right you sons of bitches,? said Brad. ?You heard me right. Get your shorts and boxers off! We?re going to jerk around. That?s what.?
Mike didn?t waste no time to remove his clothes to show off his giant cock. He was rather proud to say the least. A few slowly followed orders and would only pull down their shorts down to their knees. They tugged on their flaccid dicks to make it grow.
?You too, Jamie. Get your shorts off,? said Brad.
Normally, I would get hard thinking about jerking off in the changing rooms with a room full of hot footballers. This actually reminded me of Freddy?s video I jerked off to in the morning. But this was actually happening and somehow I wasn?t so excited about it.
Rick reluctantly joined in. He had nothing to hide anyway because he too had a generous sized cock.
ÔWhy the fuck are we doing this for?Õ asked Rick.
?Here?s why,Õ said Brad producing a small plastic cup from the lockers. ?We?re all going to jerk our cocks together. We?re going to cum on this cum. Who ever plays the best in the game gets to nominate someone for the forfeit. And you can guess it, the forfeit is to drink the cup with everyone?s semen.?
There was a mixture of raucous disgust and laughter. Some were even eager to join in on the wager and were furiously tugging their cocks. Mike was first to get rock hard and it was the first time I got to see his penis in its beautiful erect foot long size.
Brad?s cock was fresh in my mind when I saw it not too long ago in the showers. I was using that memory to make me hard.
Even though it was the gayest thing they had all engaged in, all the boys found it erotic to masturbate together. They were helping each other out by feeling and rubbing each other?s abs. Some were describing their own dirty anecdotes in detail about their girlfriends and whom they fantasize about fucking.
Brad sat next to me. We were both jerking together alone. I doubt anyone could hear us whisper.
?Who are you thinking about?? I asked.
?There?s this girl back in Cape Town. It was my first every sexual encounter. I was 13. She was my neighbour and was much older than I was. One day, I saw her showering on the verandah totally naked and I saw her titties, big beautiful black tits. She caught me staring from my window. I was so embarrassed. I had known this girl for a while and she kind of knew me. She was not embarrassed at all. A little surprised. But that soon turned different when she wanted me show her my penis because I saw her tits. I didn?t want her to see my penis so I ran away.Õ
?After, every time I saw her and we were alone she commanded I showed her my penis. She would laugh and I remembered I would cry. When my parents had to go to London, this girl volunteered to babysit. As soon as we were alone, she said that if I didn?t show my penis to her she would call all her friends and they would tie me down and remove my shorts. She wrestled with me anyway and she was on top of me. My cock started to get hard I was feeling something tense in my groin. All of a sudden, she realized how wet my shorts were. And it wasn?t piss. I didn?t know what it was. She did and she was laughing. She was sniffing my stain on my crotch, rubbing her nose all over my wet bulge. She asked if I could remove my shorts so that she could clean me up. I finally succumbed. But what I discovered was that the best moment of my life.Õ
ÔShe was sucking on my penis and it got really hard. I felt like I was going to explode. And I did again but in her mouth. She swallowed my cum for me and she gave me the best fucking blow job a boy could ask for. To that I owe her.Õ
Brad gave a loud moan and was the first to cum into the cup. The boys gave a loud hoot and they soon followed after him. Everyone jerked into the cum cup. I thought about that girl who swallowed Brad?s cum and imagined how hot if it was me who sucked him off when he was young. I thought of his cum as I shot out my own.
When we returned to the match, we were all changed. We all somehow bonded after and we played as a team. I was no longer thinking about Malachi or Freddy. Everyone played their best because they knew what was at stake and that someone would have to drink the cum cup. The game was about to end until the last few minutes when all played cooperatively to push the ball to the opponent?s goal. Mike dribbled passed the defenses but was unable to make the final strike until he saw an opportunity to pass to me and it was I who made the winning strike.
Mike lifted me in celebration. I felt my shin press against his bulge. My team huddled around us in embrace.
Back in the changing room, everyone was intrigued to find out who lost to the forfeit. The majority chose me as the best player of the team and I had the power to nominate who would drink the cum.
ÔOK, well if I had to choose someone I guess it would have to be Brad. I mean, you were kind of a dick with me earlier.?
The boys howled and mocked Brad for being nominated to drink everyone?s cum. ?Brad?s a cum guzzler!? someone shouted out.
?OK, OK. I guess I deserve it, guys. I can?t tell you how rancid this smells.? Brad tried to take a small sip but started choking in disgust. ?I don?t think I can do this.?
The boys were rather aggressive and they were forcing Brad to down it. I felt they got too out of control and I had to save Brad and take the fall. So I did what a friend would do. I took the cup from his hands and everyone fell silent as they watched me swallow the cum down my throat.
To be continued?
Look forward to Chapter 9 with an intense sex scene. I?ll keep you posted on the blog.