Seduced into cumming by a Footballer buddy

Submitted by Frankie

Hi guys. The experience I’d like to tell you about happened three years ago and has been a guilty secret of mine ever since.

At the time I was playing football for a semi-pro team based in South East London. We were a typical bunch of lads from ordinary backgrounds, most of us hailed from south or east London, a couple from Essex and Kent. There was one guy on the team named Sam who was a bit different. For one thing, he was from a posh background. Anyone will tell you this is unusual in football. In this country, it’s always been a very working-class sport with the posh lads sticking to cricket or rugby. Sam had grown up in Surrey and attended a private boarding school. His parents owned a townhouse in London, somewhere like Chelsea or Battersea and a place in the Surrey countryside “for weekends.”

He struck me as someone who always had to stand out from the crowd. He had facial piercings and was heavily tattooed which, though it hardly marked him out among the boys in the team, was still unusual in posh circles and no doubt upset mummy and daddy no end. Also, lots of posh boys try to pretend they’re not. Sam made no secret of it. He made jokes about it. He splashed the cash. He turned up for training in his white Audi sports car. On a boys’ night out he would take us all to flashy clubs, get champagne in, put his card behind the bar and let us all get drinks on his tab.

I was 23 at the time, I think he was 27. He had a girlfriend who was also posh but I’m pretty sure he was at least bisexual. He used to say he loved “working-class boys” and call me his “bit of rough.” He was always making comments in the showers after matches about the size of my manhood or my “fantastic bubble butt” and how he’d like to get a closer look.

Because I knew he liked to shock, I took it all in my stride and laughed it off. It wasn’t just me, he was the same with a couple of the other guys as well. He would make remarks about our appearance, tell us we were “looking hot tonight.” He was always patting or pinching my bum. If any of the lads wore tight jeans or trackies he’d point out their bulge. When we were out, if he sat beside me, he’d put his hand on my thigh and leave it there a bit too long.

As you might expect, we were a very metrosexual bunch, with all sorts of shaving, trimming, waxing and manscaping going on. If we were all getting ready to go out after a game, there would be more cosmetic and hair products being passed around than in a beauty salon. It wasn’t unusual to hear stuff like “Mate can I borrow your concealer?” or “Will you do my eyebrows for me?”

During summer that year, we all went to Majorca to play in a tournament. It had got some sort of funding from the PFA and we were put up in a hotel for three weeks. At the time I’d been seeing this girl for a while and she had the best tits ever. They were magnificent. Big and bouncy, plenty to play with and nice and round at the same time. I couldn’t keep my hands off them. Or for that matter my cock. I blew more than a few loads all over those lovely tits.

When we went to Spain my form dipped alarmingly. Maybe I was missing the tits too much. Whatever the reason, I was playing so badly that at the end of the first week the boss took me aside and told me that he’d have to see an improvement. Things didn’t get any better and by week two I was really struggling. Although I was enjoying being in Spain with all the lads, my form had gone down the pan. One night I was on the phone to my girl telling her what a nightmare I was having and how much I was missing her and I asked her to send me some pics to cheer me up. She knew exactly what I meant.

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Some lovely pictures of her tits arrived. Clothed, nude, wet, dry, oiled up, everything you could think of, it was all there on my phone. Still, if it made me feel better for a while, it certainly didn’t do me any favours on the pitch. The next match I played so badly that the gaffer took me off at half-time and substituted me. He said I looked “distracted” possibly referring to the boner which was clearly visible in my shorts.

I was so angry I stormed off in a huff and walked back to the hotel. The hotel had this secluded garden in the grounds which had these large hammocks you could lie in and sunbathe. I liked to go there and spend some time by myself just chilling. By now in the third week, even though my form had disappeared, my suntan was coming along very nicely.

I had left my kit-bag back at the ground and was only wearing my shorts. All I had with me were my shades and phone. It was just before mid-day. I climbed into the hammock, took out my phone and started to look at the pictures of the lovely tits. I got comfortable, eased my hand down my shorts and gently began to stroke. The sun was beating down and I closed my eyes…

The next thing I knew, someone was waking me up, saying my name and shaking me. I looked around, half asleep, not quite knowing what was going on. I realized it was Sam’s voice I could hear. He was climbing into the hammock beside me telling me to be careful, that if I fell asleep under the afternoon sun it would be really dangerous,”silly boy” etc. He said “Put some of this on. I’ll help.” I heard the squelching sound of sun protection cream being squeezed out of a bottle which he began to rub into my back and shoulders. He must have kept it in the fridge as it felt lovely and cooling on my skin. So nice, in fact, that I didn’t bother moving. I just lay there, face down in the hammock and let him rub it in, all over my back and shoulders. He started giving me a massage, beginning with my neck, shoulders and arms then moving down to my lower back. It wasn’t gentle, it was firm, the way a proper massage should be and he kept liberally applying the cream all over. He asked if it felt good and I gave an appreciative moan in response. His hands moved down my sides to my waist and then I felt him slide my shorts down to my knees.

It was weird. I knew what was going on and almost definitely what was about to happen next but either I was too relaxed or too turned on to care. I was already getting hard as he began to rub his hands over my bum. His hands were cool and slippery with cream as they moved down, slid in between my thighs and cupped my balls. He applied more sun-cream to the top of my thighs just below my arse-cheeks and began to rub it in. Then he gently guided me upwards, lifting me on to my knees. My shorts went down to my ankles then off completely. I was now resting on my elbows and knees with my forearms crossed under my face.

He pushed his hand into the small of my back, easing me forward and lifting my bum up higher. He gently kneaded my balls again before I felt his slippery fingers move upwards towards my crack and slide into my hole. Naughty as this was, it excited the hell out of me. I pushed my behind towards him, opening my legs. I was fully aroused now. Rock hard.

Reaching underneath my balls, he used the heel of his hand to slide it back and forth along the shaft. He was talking all the time, saying stuff like “Show me that tight arse” and “Let me work on that big cock.” More cream was applied before he got a grip of my throbbing, rigid length and really began to stroke. My cock was slippery and soon it began to ooze pre-cum as he reached up under my balls, pulled it back through my legs and began to rub the leaking tip. I was ready to explode.

I told him I was going to cum and he let go of my cock, letting it spring back up against my abs. His hands moved back to my arse, his thumb nudging against my hole, then back to play with my balls. He continued in this way until I couldn’t hold out any longer. The next time his hand gripped my cock I reached up and got hold of it, pushing it downwards. A ball-busting orgasm powered through my entire body. Groaning loudly as thick jets of cum spurted out of me repeatedly, I collapsed down on the hammock. After a minute or so I hauled myself up and turned around so I was sitting back resting on my elbows. Sam sat opposite me grinning triumphantly. My cock was still heavy, strands of cum dripping from it. I squeezed it, giving it a last jerk. Sam leaned forward and put the entire shaft into his mouth from head to base before very slowly moving his head back and gradually releasing it. He licked the cum from his lips and said “Mmmm.” Then he reached behind himself, picked up his phone and checked it. After a few minutes he said “Perfect.”

That’s when I realised he had recorded the whole thing.

He jumped down off the hammock and walked off, taking my shorts with him and leaving me sitting there naked.

Stunned, I began to feel the panic as I wondered what he was going to do. Although we all enjoyed winding each other up, I really didn’t want the lads finding out about this and I knew Sam would just love telling them. Noticing he had put a towel down, which was now covered in thick jizz, I wondered if the fucker had planned the whole thing. I cursed him, and myself for letting it happen. Anyway, it was lucky the towel was there as it was all I had to cover up with in order to walk back to the hotel.

The rest of the trip turned out pretty miserable for me. For a start I didn’t get another game but that was probably the least of my worries now. Sam wound me up so much. He’d tell the boys he had a “holiday video” he wanted to show them but would then show them something different.

The night before we left we were all in the hotel bar and he promised me he would delete the incriminating video but that I had to do something for him. As I wasn’t really in a position to argue, I went outside with him. We walked off to the gardens together and he asked if he could see my cock.

At first I refused but he got the video up playing on his phone and was ready to press SEND to another of the boys. I unzipped.

Complimentary as always, he told me I had the best cock on the team and asked if he could blow me.

I said he could once he deleted the video.

He began stroking me, slowly jerking my dick until I was hard. His own dick was already rigid when he took it out and began to rub our lengths together. As his arm slid around my waist I gently got the phone out of his hand. I let him carry on with what he was doing. Shortly afterwards he began to shudder and moan as he blew his load. His eyes were closed. As he enjoyed the moment, I pressed DELETE.

It said Are you sure you want to delete this video? I’d never been so sure of anything in my fucking life.

He didn’t get to blow me either.

I’m afraid my form didn’t improve and I was let go from the team later in the year. I left London and moved to Leicester to study sports science. Sam still had my number and every so often he would text me saying he was just thinking about our “hot afternoon together” and hoping we could carry on where we left off or some other crap like that. I never got back in touch with him. He was too crafty. I always wonder if he made a copy of that video as it’s just the sort of thing he would do. It’ll probably turn up on some dodgy website one day.

I never told anyone about what happened until recently. I’ve been with my new girlfriend for just over a year and a couple of weeks back we were drinking with two mates of ours, another couple, and playing a game of Truth or Dare. I finally told the whole story for the first time. I was a bit worried how it might sound but luckily my girlfriend loved it and found it to be a massive turn-on. In fact we ended up having our hottest sex ever later that night and now it’s got her talking about having threesomes and all sorts. That’s what persuaded me to tell the story here.

Who knows, maybe Sam’s devious prank could work to my advantage after all?

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