Saving The Soccer Club

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Coach Briar had a real soft spot for me, and it took quite a while before I could work out why.

Truth be told, I was the worst god damn soccer player on the team, and the only reason I was even on the team in the first place, was because my dad had done everything in his power to stop me from being, what he described as, a Nancy Boy.

I was quite sure that my teammates all hated me, and I guess that was understandable because if there had been an award for the most useless person on the pitch, I would have won two of them.

Sport wasn't my thing. I was small, skinny and scared of anything that could cause injury. So when I found myself in the middle of a field with twenty something teenagers running toward me and a leather bag of air being drilled in my direction, you better believe I was running the opposite way.

It went on for months. Every Tuesday and Thursday my dad or older brother would drag me to practice and sit in the stands watching me embarrass myself, and every Sunday I'd sit on the bench and pray that Coach Briar would forget about me and leave me there.

The other guys on the team were all typical soccer buffs. None of them were particularly huge, not like football players, anyway. They were slender, lithe, quick and athletic, and I was skinny and short. I didn't fit in, anybody with a pair of eyes could tell you that, and yet I continued being forced to go back, week after week.

Coach Briar was in his thirties. He was a pretty handsome guy, and his wife was the only person I actually liked seeing. She'd bring cookies after training, and seemed to be the only one who didn't treat soccer like it was a life or death situation. She was nice to me, but so was Coach Briar.

I couldn't understand why. On more than one occasion, Briar stepped in before I had my head cracked open for missing a shot, or the dreaded own goal. He didn't let any of the other guys bully me, and I was thankful for that, until I eventually found out why.

The only thing worse than actually playing soccer, was the changing rooms. I hated every second of them, but they weren't optional.

As a group of hormone seeping teenage boys, I guess Coach Briar didn't want us leaving and stinking up our parents' cars, so every evening after practice, his whistle would sound and the dreaded march to the changing rooms would begin.

Naturally, most of the guys were far more open to showering in front of each other than I was. I guess they'd all grown up like that, but I was far more reserved, and exceptionally shy.

They'd begin stripping down before the even reached the building. Guys would peel their jerseys over their heads and hang them over their shoulders or in their shorts as they walked. Some guys even strolled proudly across the pitches in their underwear. Part of me was envious, the other part was uneasy.

Seeing their sweaty, stained bodies like that had an effect on me that I knew it shouldn't have had. I tried endlessly to ignore it, or act like it wasn't happening, but eventually it was impossible to deny. Some of the guys were hot, and that was all there was to it.

Rocko Barnett was the captain. He was nineteen years old, and had one of the most impressive physiques I had ever seen in real life. He had a solid six pack that he didn't even need to force. His skin was smooth and flawless, and in the looks department, I was quite sure that he scored a solid ten out of ten.

Oddly enough, Rocko wasn't particularly cruel to me. He wasn't really any way to me, and kind of just let me exist in peace. I was quite happy with that situation, because if the captain of the damn soccer team took a dislike to me, my life would be made even more miserable than it already was.

What was even stranger than the captain not hating me, was the fact that in the weeks prior, he'd actually began talking to me. Not on the pitch or during practice, only in the changing rooms.

He'd stroll over to me when most of the team had packed up and gone. I guess he didn't want to be seen talking to me, and I always hung back so I could shower and change with the least amount of people in the room.

The conversations were brief to begin with. We'd just shoot the shit whilst I anxiously pressed myself against the corner of the showers and held onto my package like someone was trying to steal it.

He told me about himself. He was the eldest of four boys and lived at home with his mom. He didn't do well in school, and the only reason he didn't get kicked out was because he was good at soccer. He had a girlfriend named Roxy, which I found quite funny. Rocko and Roxy.

I told him about my life, too, and he seemed very interested. He asked me lots of questions, and wanted to know all about my dad and his idea of soccer preventing me from becoming a Nancy Boy. I was happy to explain, because I'd never really had someone to talk to like that before.

After a few more weeks of becoming somewhat close to Rocko, Coach Briar followed us all into the changing rooms one wet Thursday night and stood in the middle of the room as everybody, except me, began to undress around him.

"I'm sorry to say, boys" he started, his eyes filled with sadness, "but they've pulled half of our funding for the club".

A collective groan sounded, but I couldn't have been happier.

"I reckon we have enough to finish out the season, but unless we find a way of making money, it's not looking good for next year".

Coach Briar looked truly miserable, but that was nothing compared to what the rest of the team looked like. They all moped around and spoke angrily between themselves, and as much as I disliked some of them, I felt quite bad.

I knew that for a few guys, especially Rocko, soccer was all they had. Their entire lives revolved around it, and now it was going to be gone.

When the changing rooms emptied again, Rocko approached, and I could sense his disappointment.

"I guess that's it" he sighed, and slammed his hand on the shower pump as he ripped his towel off and stood there, naked.

I gawped at his junk. It wasn't huge, but it was certainly bigger than mine. He had some hairs over it, but not a lot. I guess he shaved or waxed or something, but it was very nice, indeed.

"If only there was something we could do" he continued, more to himself than me, as I cowered in the corner.

The door swung open and I almost yelped as I scurried to the furthest point of the showers, and stood there looking like I was about to pee.

Coach Briar locked the door behind him and smiled sadly at both of us. He'd never come in on us showering before, but Rocko seemed unbothered.

"I know you boys love this club" he said, his eyes on the tiles, "I did everything I could".

"We know you did, Coach" Rocko sighed again, "it's not your fault".

I looked between the two of them. Their eyes were on each other, and it was almost like they were sharing a silent secret. Rocko's lip curled to a smile, and slowly, both of them looked in my direction, and I gulped.

"Hey, Toby" Coach Briar said, taking a step closer as I backed up.

"Y... Yeah, Coach?"

"Do you like coming here?" He asked, and his demeanour had changed considerably.

I swallowed a lump in my throat and shrugged my naked shoulders as the water continued to pour down over me.

"I... I guess, Coach".

Rocko followed behind him, grinning deviously over his shoulder as they cornered me.

"Would you like to help save your club, Toby?" Coach continued, and switched off the water so that I stood there, dripping and shivering.

"Um... Y... Yeah I guess" I nodded, my hands desperately attempting to shield my nudity.

They stood inches away from me now. I could smell the fresh sweat from Coach Briar beneath his clothes, and I could see Rocko's dick in my peripheral.

"Do you think he's ready, Coach?" Rocko asked, still grinning as the man eyed me hungrily.

"I don't know, Rocko" he smiled, "but I'm sure we can find out".

The man's hand reached slowly toward my face, and I winced as his thumb slid down my cheek.

"You're a very cute young man, Toby" he whispered, "a lot of men would be very... Interested in you".

Rocko wrapped his hand softly around my wet wrist, and pulled my hand gently away from my groin.

"I um... I have to go" I lied, but I wasn't sure what else to say. I wasn't even sure if I wanted to go.

"Shh" Coach breathed, and moved his hand down my naked body until he reached my other wrist, which was the only thing keeping me covered.

I grimaced as his strong hand exposed me, and they both held my arms against the tiled wall overhead.

"There we go" Coach Briar smiled, as both of them stared down at my nudity.

My head spun. I'd never been naked like this in front of anyone before. I was embarrassed, humiliated, scared.

"So what do you say?" He asked, rubbing his free hand across my smooth, slim stomach, "would you like to make some money for the club?"

I didn't know what to say. I was naked, and both of them were staring at me. What could I say?

"I... I... Yes"

Rocko grinned, and kissed my cheek before I could realise what was happening. Coach Briar had moved his hand even lower and was now massaging the area above my soft cock. I shivered with a feeling that I'd never had before.

"I knew we could count on you, son" he told me, "why don't we give you a little test run before we start charging for you, huh?"

My brain had turned to mush. The kiss had made me fuzzy inside, and the feeling of the coach's rough hand sliding back and forth was making my dick twitch. Before I knew it, I was being led out of the showers by both hands, and when I looked, Coach Briar was already undressing.

"Why don't you two boys get started" he smiled, pulling off his sneakers, and Rocko stepped forward, grabbed my hips and pulled me toward him.

"I don't think your dad would be happy" he grinned, grinding his now, hard cock against mine.

I stared down at it, gobsmacked, as he rubbed our tools together. It felt nice. No, it felt wonderful, but I was still painfully confused by the whole thing. What was I supposed to be doing to make money? And why did it involve Rocko and I hugging, naked, whilst he humped my dick?

It only took a few seconds before both of us were rock hard, and almost involuntarily, I began thrusting back.

"You're like a dog in heat" Coach Briar chuckled, and when I looked, I saw that he too was naked, and his manhood was unnervingly large.

It was thick and dark. It hung down between his muscled thighs, and was covered at the base by a thick bush of black hair. His balls were darker again, and equally as hairy, and the longer he watched us, the more his pole moved.

"Have you ever made love to a man, Toby?" He asked, standing behind me and placing his strong hands over my wet shoulders.

I shook my head.

"We're going to teach you, son" he whispered in my ear, making me shiver as his warm breath fell over me.

The man reached forward and took Rocko gently by the back of his head. He pulled him closer, and closer until our noses were brushing together, and then he whispered again.

"Kiss".

Rocko's warm lips pressed against mine. My eyes widened, but I was caught between the two of them, and even if I had wanted to run away, their naked bodies were strong and solid.

His tongue pushed between my lips, and moved deeper into my mouth. I could taste him, but I wasn't unhappy about it. Our cocks were squeezing together, causing trails of fluids to ooze out and combine against our bodies.

"That'a boy" Coach Briar mouthed, and his breath on my ear was replaced by his mouth, and I moaned softly as he bit lightly on my lobe.

My body shook from a mixture of nerves and pleasure as my coach's hand trailed my spine. His finger was rough and calloused, but it felt good against my flesh, and I shivered again as he reached the base, and continued down the crease in my backside.

"Such a perfect ass" he mumbled, kissing my neck as Rocko tongued my mouth.

I knew it was wrong. I knew that my dad would be furious if he knew what was happening, but I couldn't deny that it was the best feeling I'd ever known.

I felt the man move behind me, and then his strong hands squeezed the cheeks of my butt, and he spread them apart until the thick, warm air of the locker room whipped against my exposed hole. I moaned again when I felt his stubble on my cheeks, and his tongue trailing my most private area.

Rocko moved from my mouth, down my body in a slow, sensual trail. He ran his lips down my chest, over my stomach, and finally, he was on his knees, and his tongue teased my erection.

"Oh" I managed, as mouths pleasured me on both sides.

I stood there, naked and sweating, my arms by my side and my eyes rolling as they sent sparks of ecstasy through me, and then suddenly I was moving.

I opened my eyes to find myself looking up at the lightbulbs. I was lying on one of the benches, with the coach above my head and Rocko between my legs.

Perhaps I'd blacked out from the pleasure, but every part of my body felt amazing as they touched me and teased me.

"Take it in your mouth, son" Coach Briar said, and suddenly the lights were blocked out, and I stared up at his mammoth pole, and his hairy taint as he lowered himself down on my face.

He pointed his cock downwards, and the moment it touched my lips my mouth exploded with the sharp taste of his juices. It filled my mouth as his thick ropes of pre-cum drooled into my throat, and hungrily, I swallowed it down.

Between my legs, Rocko was spitting on himself and rubbing his erection against my tight opening. I'd never been fucked before. In fact, I'd never done anything with anyone before, and now I was being treated to the most sensual, exciting experience of my life.

I felt my cock ache, but I couldn't even reach for it. My hands held the thick, hairy thighs of my coach as I gagged and choked on his manly rod, and then a surge of pain pumped through me as Rocko slipped inside.

I moaned onto the meat in my mouth, but Coach Briar said "shh" and began teasing both my nipples with his fingers.

My legs were being held up as the captain of the team slowly filled me, and a few moments later, the sloppy sound of fucking began, and I whimpered and squirmed as my body was used.

"Good lad" Coach groaned, thrusting slowly, "you get used to this, son. You get used to making men happy".

I was becoming delirious. Each stroke from Rocko was sending sparks through my cock. Each thrust from Coach Briar was making me moan and gasp, and when the older man gripped my cock in his fist and began to slowly pump it, I was sure that I was going to explode.

"You wanna cum, don't you, son?" He asked, still dipping his wet prick down my throat as I nodded and moaned, "you just focus on looking after us, and then we'll let you cum".

I groaned. I needed to cum, and I had no idea how to make them cum with just my mouth and ass. I clamped down on Rocko's cock and he moaned.

"Oh yeah, keep doing that" he told me, breathless and sweating onto me.

I clenched again, and he moaned again.

In my mouth, I did the only thing I could do. I ran my tongue along the underside, and heard him suck air through his teeth.

"That's better" he grunted, "use everything you have, son. Get your fingers up there".

He guided my hand toward his hairy ass. Prior to this, the idea of sticking my fingers in an asshole would have been repulsive, but I was desperate for release, and without thinking, I pushed my index finger against his hairy, leathery opening, and felt his sphincter spread around it.

"Oh fuck yeah" he gasped, fucking my throat harder, "deeper, boy".

I plunged it deeper, feeling his warm, wet insides move out of my way as I explored him, and meanwhile, I was being rocked by Rocko.

"I'm gonna cum!" He groaned, pounding hard, "can I cum in him?"

"Fuck yeah, you can" Coach Briar gasped, and slid his hand harder up and down my eager cock.

"OH FUCK!" Rocko bellowed, and his strokes stopped instantly as he shook and jerked, and dumped his seed deep into my bowels.

Coach Briar moaned like a wild animal as his cock swelled between my lips and his asshole clenched hard on my knuckle.

Streams of thick, salty sperm flooded my mouth as he grunted and growled. The taste, plus his powerful hand, took me to the edge and dropkicked me off it. I came like I'd never cum before. I cried out and gurgled on his sperm as my own mess exploded across my stomach and chest.

The stench of sex filled the locker room as I drowned in sperm, and when the two of them finally got up, all I could do was lay there and try to breathe.

"I think the club might be safe" Coach Briar laughed, breathlessly.

It took me a few minutes before I was able to stand up again. I was dizzy and disorientated, but the two of them helped me to the showers once more, and washed me down as I stood there, in shock.

"Tell your dad that training runs for an extra few hours on a Thursday" Coach Briar smiled, washing my own cum from my body, "men are going to line up for you, son".

I smiled to myself as Rocko rubbed my sensitive cock. Perhaps soccer wasn't so bad, after all.