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My heart was beating like crazy and I thought of going back several times because of how wrong this felt. I tried to fight the urge but I couldn’t help it. My cock was literally trying to force its way through my trousers. Shaking with a mixture of fear and sexual excitement, I walked into the toilet. It was clean and well-maintained but was empty. There was no one there. I stood at the urinal, trying to piss. With my cock so hard, it was difficult at first. I was almost in pain. But with time, I controlled my breathing and distracted myself by thinking of how I’ll react when I finally get my admission letter. Slowly, it softened and I took the piss with ease. I had nearly finished when I heard the door squeak open and an old man walked in. He stood next to me and from the corner of my eye, I saw him unzip his shorts and retrieve something. I caught his arm moving in a perfect rhythm. Every movement elicited a squelchy noise and he was groaning too. I couldn’t help turning my head to look and when I did, I was so shocked I didn’t know when I took a step back, nearly bumping into the urinal beside me. The man was facing me, his hand stroking the biggest, fattest cock I had ever seen. I couldn’t move, I couldn’t speak. I just stood there staring at the monstrous thing in his hand. Not to mention the man was just like I imagined: in his late forties or early fifties, messy salt and pepper hair, unkempt beard, and chest hair spilling from the top of his unbuttoned shirt. That scruffy look I fantasized about. The only drawback was that he wasn’t Italian. Probably Hispanic. But that also added to his charm, making him more intriguing and appealing. I couldn’t believe everything I had fantasized about was playing out right before my eyes. I swallowed a lump and I knew he saw it bob down my throat. “Do you want to touch?” He asked as he stopped stroking and presented the fat cock to me like it was a gift. I blinked repeatedly and when I snapped out of the trance I was caught in, every nerve in my body was on high alert, screaming danger. I wanted to make a run for it but my legs wouldn’t move. “Do you like cock?” He asked and began stroking again. This time, slowly. Teasingly. “Don’t you want to touch it… feel it?…” He took a step closer. I took a step back, my skin burning bright red. “Sorry mister but I’m straight.” He laughed and pointed to my crotch. “Better tell that to your cock then.” I looked down and a gasp tore from my throat, seeing my dick had betrayed me. It was rock hard, straining to burst from my trousers. It wasn’t something I could control. It kept rising on its own. Looking back at the man, I wanted to speak when he closed the space between us. He unbuckled my belt and pulled down my trousers while I just stood there, eyes wide as I still wondered if this was a dream. He wrapped his fingers around my throbbing cock and slowly, he began stroking, running his hands so sensually along my shaft and cap. I let out a series of whimpers, feeling like I was about to melt. I tried to resist getting turned on as much as I could but it felt so good I couldn’t. The feel of his old experienced hand on my young hard cock had me on the edge. I was about to cum when he took my hand and put it on his big fat old cock and said, “Your turn now.” “Please…” I cried out. “I don’t want to touch your willy.” He laughed and I was embarrassed at the sound of my own voice. “I bet you wish you had a cock like mine. Don’t you?” I couldn’t believe what I did. “Yes,” I gulped and nodded. “It’s so big and thick it makes my hand look tiny.” My fingers moved like they had a mind of their own. They wrapped around his fat shaft and began sliding up and down it. My thumb scraped against the cap and I marveled at the outline. It was swollen and I could see the nerve endings pulsing. I didn’t know touching another man’s cock would feel this good. This felt so wrong and so right at the same time. I thought of what my mom will say when she finds out I was doing this. What my friends will think. But the sexual excitement I felt at that moment overshadowed every other thought. I was so weak with it that I couldn’t stop myself from falling to my knees when I felt his hands gently pressing down on my shoulder. “I believe you know what to do,” he smirked. I wasn’t in control of my actions anymore. I nodded like the perfect obedient slut. I felt his cap nudge my lips, urging me to open up for him which I did. I felt his oversized cock fill my mouth. He pushed forward and I gagged as I felt it slam at the back of my throat. I began chugging down on it. My lips wrapped perfectly around the width and moved fluidly up and down, my tongue occasionally scraping the cap and peephole. This was my first time but all the p**n I have watched so far was enough to give me the experience I needed. He held the side of my head with both hands to keep me in place and began throat fucking me. I gagged and choked, my eyes tearing as his tip kept slamming against the back of my throat. Large amounts of saliva mixed with precum dripped from my mouth and the sloshing sound filled the room coupled with my groans. We were so loud that anyone outside could probably hear us. But I didn’t care. I wanted this. More than anything else at the moment. The taste and smell of his dirty old cock coupled with the way he was moving his waist in perfect rhythm turned me on so much that I soon had my little thing in my hand, playing with it while sucking him away like some cock hungry slut in a p**n movie.FINNThree days went by and Keller never reached out to me. I told myself not to overthink it but I couldn’t help it. Was he angry that I didn’t let him fill me up again after Danny left? How could he be when I was only trying to protect us?Or maybe he was the type of person who loses interest in people quickly and cuts them off when he’d gotten what he wanted. All that time I played alongside him on the pitch, all those lingering glances, smirks and touches, I didn’t think he was that kind of person. Maybe he’d been putting on an act all along to get me where he wanted.However I tried to spin it, my heart cracked a little more with each thought. How could I have let myself fall for him? I felt used. Stupid. And I didn’t know whether I should be heartbroken, angry, or both.But that day in the bathroom…I couldn’t get it off my mind. I kept replaying the images until they wore grooves into my memory—deep enough that I don’t think I’d ever be able to erase them.That night I came ba
FINN “Finn…” Danny’s muffled voice came from the other side of the door. “Are you in there?” My eyes widened in alarm as I looked at Keller. “It’s Danny,” I mouthed without making a sound. He nodded, calm as ever, and I watched in disbelief because I didn’t understand how he could be so composed in a moment like this. He motioned for me to chill. Like we were on pitch and he was telling me to hold position. “Finn…” The door handle rattled again. Harder. More insistent. I couldn’t chill anymore. I scrambled to my feet at instant. Panic gripped me so tight I felt my pulse pounding in my ears, my mind going blank. I shot Keller a helpless, desperate look—what do we do? If we didn’t open that door in the next minute, Danny might yank the handle off and force his way in, out of concern that something bad might be happening. Or worse, alert the owner of the house or the entire team. In whatever direction I tried to look at it from, it always turned out to be a disaster. This
FINN The word hit me harder than I wanted it to. He’d called me his little puppet. Now, his bitch. I should have been angry. Should have stood up and walked out. I didn’t. Instead, I took him deeper. Sucked him harder than I’d ever sucked anything I put in my mouth before. And the sound he made—a low grunt, surprised and pleased—was the best thing I’d ever heard. Bet he didn’t know I was this good at sucking cock. The idea of being the hottest guy’s bitch in the soccer team sent a thrill through me that I couldn’t deny. It was degrading but fascinating. He let me work him for a minute, maybe two—until the bitter salt of his precum flooded my mouth. Then his hand tightened in my hair and pulled me off. I stood up breathless. Gasping but still wanting more as I wiped the stray mix of him and my spit that dripped from the side of my lip with the back of his hand. “Stand up. Pull off your pants. Grab the sink.” I did all three, taking a deep steadying breath. The ceramic wa
FINN Within seconds, I was fully hard in his grip. He glanced down at the thick length before looking back at me with that dark smile. “First time seeing you hard,” he said. “I almost thought you didn’t get hard.” “Why would you think that?” I said a little too roughly, trying to keep my voice steady as I fought the nerves that came with having him so close and touching me like that. “I'm a guy too, and I’m pretty sure I can get harder than you could ever.” He raised a brow, taken aback by my boldness. “Never knew you had this side of you.” “Everyone has this side of them,” I replied, acting smug. So tough. But deep down, I was burning. Melting. “You just didn’t come close enough to find out.” My words ignited him more and he twisted his fingers around my sensitive cap, slow and deliberate, as if trying to draw out something I was yet to release. I couldn’t help the groan that rumbled low from my throat. My head fell back and my grip on the glass cup tightened to the poin
FUCK. This wasn’t good. Not in front of everyone. If anyone saw it now they’d think I was some gay ass freak who gets turned on by watching his teammates naked. Panic gripped me so tight my heartbeat picked up. I tried everything I could to make it soft again, even sinking deeper into the water. But nothing worked. That image of Keller’s naked body and his hairy ass crack was engraved in my mind like a photograph burned in my memory. It was all I could see despite the noise and movement of everyone else around me. Keller had straightened up, now clad in black briefs. He had his shoes in one hand and a towel in another, wiping his hair with it, ruffling the dark silky strands even more. The sight of his bulge was visible from underneath the stretchy fabric of his brief. Unlike everyone else whose own had shrunk from the cold water, his was still quite impressive in its resting state—a thick, heavy weight that sat low in the pouch of his briefs, pressing against the fabric as i
FINNNobody warns you about the sin that comes wrapped as your own teammate.My name is Finn, and I think I want to fuck my soccer teammate.His name is Keller. He plays centre attacking midfield. I play centre forward. We click on the pitch. Sometimes a little too well—so well that rumours started flying around online that we might just be more than teammates.That wasn’t true. Not at all. But sometimes, I won’t lie, I wondered if I wanted it to be. Wondered what it would be like. Keller was the type of person you see once and never forget. I don’t exactly know how to describe it but he has that evil stepbrother look. Ruffled dark hair that says I just rolled out of bed looking like this and I know it drives you crazy. Piercing green eyes that could stare straight into your soul. And a smirk that makes you forget what you were about to say.It started with the lingering glances. The ones that weren’t by accident. I’d look up and find him staring at me. Most people look away quickly







