I'm Dean (24M) and have been working in the office for two years now. I'm not into football; in fact I know very little about it apart from it involving kicking a ball around to score goals. I couldn't name you a single current football player. But most of the guys at work are football mad to the point where it's pretty much the only thing they talk about.
Five of the guys play football on Tuesday evenings; Luke, Sam, Paul, Matt, and Rob. Though I don't consider myself “one of the lads,” they always ask me if I want to join them on their nights out. I do sometimes, and they do their best to steer the conversation away from football. But I'm a cinephile and collect records, which does nothing for them. Still, it's nice to be included.
One Tuesday, I was in the break room when Sam made an appearance. “Football tonight?” I asked.
“You know it!” he said. “Rob got kicked in the shin last week by some prick. We've got a score to settle.”
They took the game very seriously for five a side. “Suppose that comes with the territory.”
“Well, yeah,” said Sam, “but it was with intent. The grin on that twat's face… Man, he's lucky we didn't kick the shit out of him!”
I chuckled. “Boys will be boys.”
Sam put the kettle on. “You should come watch us play sometime,” he said. “See us all with our legs out.”
He gave me a wink which made me blush. I laughed it off. “And cheer with my pom poms?”
Sam smiled. “Seriously, come watch us play!”
At that point, Paul entered the room. “Yeah, Dean. Perhaps it'll inspire you to put the boots on yourself.”
I laughed. “I very much doubt that. But sure, I'll come watch you guys play sometime.”
“Tonight?” asked Sam. His eyebrows were raised and he had this cute expression that I couldn’t refuse.
“Why not? I was only planning on watching The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly.”
“You still are,” said Paul. “I'm good, Matt's bad, and Sam's pretty…”
“Fuck you!” laughed Sam.
I met them at the small floodlit pitch at 8. I won’t lie; they all looked pretty hot in their sports shorts, tees, and boots, their legs athletic to muscular. Had I perved over them at times? Sure! But football shirts leave little to the imagination compared to work shirts.
“We have a fan!” yelled Rob when he saw me, and I raised a hand. Luke came and gave me a hard pat on the back, which made me stumble a little. I stood to the side to spectate. They only had the pitch for an hour, so my plan was to indulge them for the duration, then still have time for the movie. I admit it was quite fun watching them run around, seeing their competitive sides come out as they began to sweat. About halfway through and two goals up, Matt got tackled by an opponent and fell over.
“What the fuck?” yelled Paul, the goalkeeper.
Sam stormed up to the man with his chest out as Matt held his leg. “You got a problem, mate?”
The man smirked as he squared up to Sam, slightly shorter but with a larger frame. “Yeah, you boys can't play for shit! Not my fault.”
Sam pushed him, which only made things worse. The man tackled Sam to the ground, and they were both swarmed by the other players to separate them.
“Game over!” yelled one of the others, dragging the volatile man away.
“Two nil,” laughed Luke. “Later boys!”
Sam came to join me. He had the beginnings of a bruise on his right cheekbone. “You alright?” I asked.
He smiled. “All good. Bet you enjoyed a bit of man on man action.”
I slapped his arm playfully. “Never knew you were a bad boy.”
“There's a lot you don't know about me, Deano.” He winked. Something about the way he looked at me gave me goosebumps.
The others joined us, Matt with a slight limp. “I'm gonna get this wimp home,” said Rob.
“He almost took my leg off!” said Matt.
“Come on, hob along,” said Rob, and they left for the car park.
“Beers at your place?” said Luke to Paul.
“Absolutely,” said Paul. “You coming Dean?”
“Sorry, I've got a date with Clint Eastwood.”
They laughed. “Nah, you've got a date with three studs,” said Sam. I couldn't say no to that, could I?
Paul was the oldest and tallest of the three at 30. He had blond hair that was just starting to thin out, and stood at around 6’. His flat was pretty much one giant mancave. Massive TV, PS5, a couple of guitars. Luke was 28, about 5'10 with short dark hair gelled to the side. Sam was 27, not far off Luke in height with a shaved head and silver hoop through his left ear.
Paul gave Sam an ice pack for his cheek, then handed out bottles of cold San Miguel as we sat in his living room. They were still in their sportswear. I was overdressed in comparison with black jeans, white t-shirt, and open green overshirt. I sat between Luke and Sam on the sofa, and Paul sat in an armchair. His legs were casually spread as he got comfortable, and I couldn’t help but notice the bulge between them.
“Cheers boys!” said Luke as we enjoyed the beer.
“We usually play a bit of FIFA,” said Sam. “But we won't bore you with that.”
“Don't mind me,” I said. “I'll just have this beer and leave you to it.”
“Fuck that,” said Paul. “You're one of the boys tonight.”
I laughed. “What does that even mean?”
“It means you're staying right where you are,” said Luke, hand on my shoulder. “In good company.”
“Did you enjoy watching us play?” asked Sam, putting the ice pack down.
“Err… Yes?”
They laughed. “Don't bullshit us,” said Paul.
“Honestly, I got nervous when you started fighting. It brought back memories of school bullies.”
Sam put his arm around me, making me shiver. “Fuck them! We'd look out for you, right lads?”
They cheered as they held up their bottles. My face warmed as I grinned. “Aww, you guys.”
I became aware of the proximity of Sam and Luke’s legs to mine. The rough skin of their knees, patches of damp hair. They smelled of deodorant and musk.
Paul put his beer down. “I'm gonna jump in the shower; won't be a minute.”
There was a moment of quiet discomfort as Paul left us. “You gonna take that shirt off?” asked Luke.
“Yeah,” said Sam. “You look like you're about to leg it any minute.”
I let out a laugh as I slipped it off, feeling a bit tense. “Whoa, someone works out,” said Luke, squeezing my bicep.
“Don't take the piss,” I laughed, hearing Paul's shower kick in.
“I'm not,” he said defensively. “You look pretty fit.”
“You do actually,” said Sam with a hint of surprise.
“Well,” I said, “I guess I look after myself.”
I caught Sam and Luke looking at each other with a strange expression, and they both shifted a little closer. “Like you look after your Grindr hookups?” winked Sam.
My face warmed as I laughed. “Shut up!”
“Don't be shy,” said Luke. “You must have the men queuing up.”
“Hardly,” I scoffed.
“I've always been a little envious of gay guys,” said Sam. “Must be so easy to hookup.”
“Not around here,” I said. “Too many flakes.”
“When was the last time you had a guy?” asked Luke.
I shrugged. “I don't know. A month ago, maybe.”
“Are you a top or a bottom?” asked Sam, putting down his bottle.
“You're asking a lot of personal questions,” I said. I'd been there before, indulging the curiosity of straight guys.
“Does it make you uncomfortable?” asked Luke.
“I mean… a little.”
“Humour us,” said Sam.
I sighed. “Bottom.”
“Knew it!” said Luke, slapping his leg.
I laughed. “Excuse me?”
“No offense,” he said. “I just got that impression from the way you look at me sometimes.”
My face was so hot. “What?”
He grinned. “I see your eyes dropping to my package.” With that, he groped himself between his legs. “You think I didn’t notice?”
“Ditto,” said Sam. “It's like... my eyes are up here, Dean!”
“Fuck,” I said. “Sorry, guys. I didn’t realise…”
Luke squeezed my shoulder. “It's all good, Deano. I kinda like it. Makes me feel desired.”
“Gotta admire someone who knows exactly what they want,” said Sam, inching closer. He groped himself too.
Although it was a scenario I'd fantasised about, the reality was I felt incredibly shy. “I think I'd better go,” I said, attempting to stand. They both held my shoulders down.
“My girlfriend doesn't even look at me the way you do,” said Luke.
“Mine barely touches me,” said Sam. “It's like an inconvenience.”
I felt my dick getting hard, trapped under the tight denim. “Where's this going?
“Don't play dumb," said Luke. “You've got two deprived straight guys here gagging for it. We're not gonna flake out.”
I inhaled sharply. “In Paul's flat?” I could still hear the jets of water coming from the bathroom.
“Just a quick blowjob,” said Sam, and he pulled his shorts down to reveal his semi-hard cock framed by neatly trimmed pubic hair. I couldn't help but gasp. When I turned to Luke, he was gently stroking his cock, his balls pressed up by the waistband of his shorts.
“You want my dick, Dean?” he asked, almost a whisper. He had a serious expression, his eyes dark as they burned into me. I slipped off the sofa between his legs and took it in my mouth. He groaned instantly as Sam shifted up next to him, his leg pressed against Luke's.
“Oh fuck!” groaned Luke, his head tilting back. Sam watched as he pulled his shorts to his ankles, his dick now hard and thick. He jerked himself as I worked my tongue around Luke's swollen helmet. I put a hand on Sam's balls and gently squeezed them, making him sigh with pleasure.
“Share that mouth,” said Sam, and I switched. I licked from his balls up the underside of his cock, tasting a hint of salt when I reached his helmet. “That's it,” he said, putting a hand on my head. I took Luke's cock in my hand and stroked him as I sucked Sam's impressive meat. They looked at each other with pleased expressions.
“What do you think of our dicks?” asked Luke, leaning back with his hands behind his head.
“Fucking beautiful,” I said, briefly coming off Sam's cock.
“Get back on mine,” said Luke, spreading his legs wider. I didn't hesitate, taking half his length in my mouth. I took advantage of the excess saliva and slid down the whole length of his dick until his balls were pressed against my chin.
“Fuck!” he yelled, holding my head in place.
“Jesus!” said Sam. “How the fuck do you do that?” He was jerking his cock faster, his breath heavy. I felt my gag reflex kick in and choked around Luke's dick, feeling it tense in my throat.
“I want some of that,” said Sam. Luke let me go and I came off his dick with a deep breath, watching it flop back against his shirt. Sam slapped his helmet on my tongue before I engulfed it. He was a bit bigger than Luke, so it was more of a challenge. But when I succeeded in throating him, his satisfied moan made my skin tingle.
“So fucking hot, bro!” said Luke, his arm around Sam's shoulders as he jerked with his other hand.
“Never been swallowed like this,” said Sam, breathless. “Feels so good!”
I hadn’t even noticed the shower stopping, and jumped as Paul made his presence known. “What's going on?”
I looked up at him like a deer in the headlights. He was standing in the doorway behind the sofa with a towel around his waist. His hair and skin were damp, his muscular hairy body showing signs of a soon to be dad-bod. Sam and Luke just smiled knowingly, their dicks standing proudly erect. Then a smile touched Paul's mouth. He dropped the towel and his dick swung. Even flaccid, it was almost the size of Luke's at full arousal. The head of it was slightly exposed from his foreskin. “Don't stop,” he said, walking around the sofa.
I hesitated briefly before taking Luke back in my mouth, aware of Paul moving the coffee table behind me.
“He's a bottom,” said Sam with a grin.
“Fuck yeah!” said Paul, and I gasped as he tugged my jeans and underwear down with force, exposing my ass. Within seconds, I felt his tongue pressed against my asshole.
“Fuck!” I yelled out, pushing back against his stubbled face. I couldn’t believe what was happening. Sam pushed my head down on Luke's dick as Paul rimmed me, pulling my cheeks apart and spitting loudly. His thumb massaged my hole as I involuntarily clenched it tight.
“Let me in,” growled Paul from behind. I groaned around Luke as his thumb pushed inside, feeling his lips on my cheeks. “What an ass!”
“You gonna fuck him?” asked Sam, his face lighting up.
“Does a bear shit in the woods?” said Paul. “Of course I am! If that's alright with you, Dean?”
I looked over my shoulder, his eyes meeting mine over my ass. At that point I was ravenous. “Ruin me!”
He slapped my ass hard, leaving a sting as Sam and Luke cheered. I heard him spit again and felt a wet sensation as his fingers stroked my hole. He slapped his heavy dick against my ass before I felt the head push inside me.
“I'm feeling left out,” said Sam, and I moaned around his dick as Paul's thick cock split me wide.
“Fucking tight,” said Paul under his breath, gripping my waist as he pushed deeper.
Luke got up and crouched next to me, his hand stroking my back. “Good boy. Take those dicks.”
Paul pulled out, leaving me gaping. He laid down on the floor, holding his huge dick upright. “Sit on it!”
I stood up and slipped my jeans off, following his order. I squatted down and shut my eyes tight as his dick slid back in my hole, hurting in the best way. Luke and Sam stepped out of their shorts, still wearing their football boots. They stood over me and slapped their dicks against my face. I took turns sucking them as I bounced on Paul, his fingers gripping my waist tight.
“That's it,” he said. “Harder!”
My thighs ached as I rode him. Luke fisted my hair and fucked my mouth hard, his balls slapping against my wet chin.
“My turn,” said Sam, making me gag as his longer cock violated my throat.
Luke's breathing increased as he jerked hard. “I'm gonna shoot soon,” he said.
“Me too,” said Sam, pulling out and matching Luke with hard, fast strokes.
“Paint his face, boys!” said Paul, stinging my ass again with another loud slap.
“Oh fuck!" said Luke, and I was taken by surprise as a hot rope of cum hit my forehead.
“Yes!” said Sam as he joined him, shooting against my nose and lips. I licked around my mouth to taste his slightly bitter cum.
“Can I cum in you?” said Paul, clearly on the edge.
“Shoot your spunk into me!” I yelled, my legs threatening to give out.
“Fuck, here it comes!” he yelled, growling as his fingers dug into my bones. I felt him shoot in my guts, his dick tensing around my sore hole. I collapsed on top of him, his dick still inside me as he wrapped his strong arms around my chest. Sam and Luke looked down at us, both looking exhausted.
“Shower?” asked Paul, and it cut the tension like a knife. We all burst out laughing as we caught our breaths.
The night ended with something unexpected. It was a tight fit, but we all cramped into Paul's shower, hot water washing away evidence of sex. The three of them washed me, their hands now gentle and caring as they lathered me up. Sam even kissed me on the lips as he shampooed my hair. Strangely, it felt more erotic than having their dicks inside me.