Hi, I want to tell you about an encounter I had with a soccer star, when I worked as a masseur for the team he played with. My name is Joseph Denham, I am now 27, but at the time was only 19. I am 5'11", I have an average sized cock and am basically an `average' person (whatever that is.) I had always wanted to be a soccer star and thought if I started at the very bottom at this team, may be one day they would recognise my talent and I would be able to play for the team itself. I did not apply for the masseur job initially, I had applied for the job of a junior groundsman, basically someone who just tidied up after matches, but instead of getting this job, some weird twist of fate allowed to get the job of team masseur. And boy was this going to be more exciting than tidying up!
I started the job on the very first day that the season started at the end of August 1991. I met the team manager and the players before the match, and I remember one of them joking, "I hope I don't have to see you soon," which was understandable, as nobody wanted to be injured in the very first game.
"You are a very important part of our team, you know," the manager said to me just before he led the tea onto the pitch. "I know sir," I replied, surprised that he would even talk to me.
I had to stay in the medical room for the duration of the match, so I could get everything ready if the medical team on the pitch contacted me because of an injury. It wasn't that bad though, as I had a television to watch the match on. The game started off fairly boring, neither team really getting past the defence of the other. But at the 30-minute mark, one of our players was knocked down. "Get the ice pack ready, we have to bring him in," I heard one of the pitch-siders announcing on my intercom. "Okay," I replied, and went to fetch an ice pack from the fridge.
I didn't know which of our players was injured, as the camera was too far on the TV, and I hadn't been told by the pitch-sider, so I didn't know what to expect.
A couple of minutes later, I heard them coming down the corridor. It was our star player, Colin Henson, he was accompanied by three of our medical team, two of them were supporting him while he walked, while the other carried the medical bag. "He has sprained his ankle," said the medical supervisor, Andrew, the one carrying the medical bag, "you'll be out for the rest of the match mate." "Shit!" moaned Colin, "the first fuckin' match." "I'll have to treat you quickly," said Andrew, "then I'll have to leave you in Joseph's care."
Andrew directed the others to lay Colin on the treatment bed. "Joseph, I'll just put some ice on his ankle, then you can give him a massage, I'll see you at the end of the match." "Sure," I replied, even though I wasn't. I only had the basic training, so I didn't really know what to do. But Andrew went with the others in the medical team and I was on my own with Colin. "How are you?" I asked, trying to break the ice. "How do you think?" said Colin rather coldly. "I am sorry, I can give you a massage if you like," I tried to console him. "That would be nice," he said, less coldly, "I'm sorry I snapped, it's just it really pisses me off when I get injured." "It's okay, I'll just get my stuff," I said, and returned to the room a moment later with some baby oil and a towel. Colin removed his tee shirt, to reveal a chest that was perfectly formed with a six-pack, and covered with a neat layer of dark hair. "Can you give me a hand with my shorts mate?" he asked me. "Yes, sure," I replied without hesitation. Colin pulled them down as far as he could without moving the ice pack on his foot, then I pulled them off around his feet, being extra careful around the sprained ankle. His legs were covered with hair too, as was his cock, he looked absolutely gorgeous in the nude. I hesitantly offered him the towel, which he wrapped loosely around his buttocks, and lay on his stomach. I spilled some oil on to his back, and began the massage. I rubbed it in gently, and his gentle moans assured me that he was enjoying it. With each stroke I moved further down his back, after about 5 minutes, I was as far down as I could go without touching his arse. "Carry on," he said in a dreamy voice, and pulled the towel down a bit further revealing a substantial part of his buttocks. They too were covered in a light layer of hair coming up from his legs. I spilled a few more drops of oil, on to his buttocks this time, some went in his crack, and he let out a quiet, yet very seductive, laugh. I began to rub it in when he reached back for my hand. "Did I do something wrong?" I asked. "No, you're doing everything right, can you start on my legs though?" said Colin. "Of course," I replied. I put some of the oil on my hands, and began to rub it in to his lovely, manly, hairy legs. I massaged them gently, but firmly.
I had never before really been attracted to another man, but Colin had a strange effect on me. I began to massage closer to his arse again, but he suddenly turned around. Afraid I had made a mistake, or gone too far, I stopped and took a step back. "What's up?" Colin asked, " Do the front now please." "Okay," I said, even though I was not sure I would be able to control myself in the situation I was in. As I poured some oil on to my hands, Colin threw the towel aside, showing off his manhood to me. His cock was not small, but then it wasn't massive either, it was, in my opinion, a good size. "Come on then," said Colin impatiently. I rubbed the oil into his legs starting from the knees, and working my way up. When I got to his upper thighs, his cock started to become erect. He didn't try to hide it, and didn't interrupt me either. I wasn't sure what to do, but decided that it was best to carry on. I was almost touching his cock when he sat up and placed his hands on my shoulders, and forced my mouth to the level of his, now, almost fully erect cock. I licked my lips and began to suck his cock. My mouth guzzled his cock, while my tongue whirled around it, tickling it. This gave him much pleasure. I then got up, and sat beside him. I grabbed his cock with my hand and placed my lips on his. While wanking him in a slow, rhythmic fashion, I forced my tongue in his mouth and we began a long, passionate kiss. He put his hand down my tracksuit bottoms, grabbed my cock and started to wank me off. His cock was now rock hard in my hand. We swapped tongues, so that his was now my mouth. I sucked it passionately and he wanked me even harder. He came in my hands, but carried on wanking my cock. A moment later I had cum, on his hands and on my tracksuit. We carried on kissing, but then we heard a knock on the door! "FUCK!" he exclaimed.
I used the towel to clean myself up, then I handed it to him, he cleaned himself up too. "Lie down," I whispered to him. He did so, wrapping the cum-covered towel around himself. "Come in," I said, pretending to carry on with the massage. It was Andrew, "how are you two getting along?" he asked. "Fine," we both replied simultaneously. "That's good," said Andrew with a knowing look in his eye. When Andrew left the room, Colin got up. "That was close," he said, "but I enjoyed it." "Yes, so did I," I replied. We kissed again. "I'd love to do that again sometime," said Colin. "Me, too," I said. "Well when?" he asked. "We'll see," I said knowing the ball was in my court now. The next time I had an encounter was...
I hope you enjoyed this story. If you would like me to write the second instalment you can e-mail me at: hornyo@hotmail.com Thanks for reading.
Barry 'Hornyo' Hornington