Home Goal and My Goal: Two Gay Footballers Stories

by H J Perry

  “You are every bit as gorgeous out of your clothes as I thought you’d be,” Scott said as their slightly stubbled cheeks rubbed together.

  Jason thought the same thing about Scott. “I can’t believe how lucky I am to have you here, like this.”

  After minutes of nude caressing and kissing Jason couldn’t believe he hadn’t taken Scott to the bed, so lost in the pleasure of the moment. “Sorry. I didn’t mean for us to stand. Let’s get comfortable.” In his own bedroom, an entirely new experience, and for a moment Jason forgot what to do, fumbling and unsure of himself. Putting greater pressure on himself to impress Scott in a way that he hadn't cared about impressing any men before. He took Scott to the bed.

  “Sorry, I’m acting like a virgin.”

  “You were a pretty hot and confident virgin, then,” said Scott.

  “I don’t feel confident; that’s my point. I feel like don’t know what I’m doing because I’ve never brought a guy back here.”

  They lay down on their sides, facing each other, eyes gazing into eyes. Hands roaming freely over each other’s body. Despite the sexually charged atmosphere and the two erections between them, everything happened so slowly. So mind-blowingly slow. Each touch and kiss feeling like an end in itself rather than one more step toward orgasm.

  Jason couldn’t remember a hookup like this before; he’d never had a session like this before. Not since his first couple of times, many years ago, had he spent so much time kissing. He liked kissing, but he really liked kissing Scott.

  “You are so fucking hot.” Jason’s thoughts formed into words. “I’ve wanted you like this for so long.”

  Undressed, they moved onto the bed together, lying on their sides kissing and exploring with their hands over each other’s chests, shoulders, arms with their bodies pressed close. Their hard dicks crashed and squashed between them and the need to be touched there directly, for more pressure, friction, felt overwhelming. They rutted together, the torture of a self-denial that wouldn’t last.

  In no hurry to go further, Jason wanted to take things slow because this wasn’t a casual encounter, sex with a stranger in a stranger’s house. Not the hand job of convenience from his long-term fuck buddy. This was something completely different, unfamiliar and altogether better. An emotionally charged encounter with someone he wanted to see again. Making Scott feel special, hoping Scott felt the same connection, hoping Scott would want to see him again and wanting to share so much more with Scott were the driving forces behind Jason’s actions.

  For the first time in his life, sex wasn’t the end goal.

  This was about the man Jason was with, in a way it had never been before. But Jason couldn’t feel like this about any guy and continue to play football. There was no way a man with a boyfriend would be accepted by the fans or in the locker room. No way.

  Jason had thought he could control this. Compartmentalize. Sex is just sex. He didn’t need someone special, to care for someone. A boyfriend.

  Scott’s hand stroked over Jason’s cock and he was lost in pleasure.

  Seemingly oblivious to Jason's turmoil, Scott wrapped his leg around Jason's hips and slowly rolled them so that Jason was on his back with Scott on top of him. Still kissing, with Scott on top and firmly in charge and grinding his erection against Jason’s. Scott wrapped his hand around both of their cocks and worked away some of the mounting frustration.

  Jason was grateful to have another man take control while he took a grip on his emotions. This was so fucking right, sensual, good. He was so fucking turned on.

  They hadn’t discussed sex, positions, who’d top or bottom. For all Jason knew, Scott might not be into fucking, which would be fine. Whatever Scott wanted Jason was willing to give right then.

  “I’m going to have to come soon. What about you?” Scott asked.

  “Yes, with you. How do you want to?”

  “I want to suck you, and fuck you and come right now like this. With you cock against mine. I want to cover you in cum, yours and mine.”

  The fucking and sucking sounded good, but the dirty words and the lengthy foreplay took Jason to the edge. And this closeness, their dicks together in one hand, was erotic.

  “Let’s come together, now.”

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  February 2012

  Scott

  They cleaned up, and when Scott expected them to cuddle beneath the sheets, Jason walked to the bedroom door saying something about getting drinks. Alone, Scott wondered if this was his cue to get up, dressed and ready to leave. It would make sense; Jason had not had a boyfriend over before so Scott could not assume he was welcome to spend the night. But after the way they talked together before they reached the bedroom Scott wasn’t inclined to leave.

  Still pondering his next move and almost dozing off in Jason’s bed, Scott’s thoughts were interrupted by the reality of an extremely attractive naked man entering the room holding a tray of drinks.

  “Not going to sleep are you?” Jason settled the tray on the bedside cabinet, above the draw with the supplies.

  “Not when my open eyes are treated to this view.” It was the first opportunity Scott had just to look at Jason’s unclothed lean and athletic body.

  “This is what a professional footballer looks like.” Jason stood beside the bed for a moment, striking a pose with his hands on his hips, before slipping between the sheets next to Scott.

  Scott had slept with some pretty fit guys but none compared to Jason.

  Jason asked about Scott’s schedule for the next day and offered to give him a lift home after breakfast; Jason clearly assumed Scott would stay the night.

  “What will we do between now and breakfast?”

  “I am pretty sure we’ll find something, like drinking this tea.”

  They sat in bed discussing their lives and drinking herbal tea and water. Scott talked about university life, and Jason talked about the progression from school to football. The macho, male-dominated, competitive environment that Jason worked in was hard to imagine; it was a different world.

  Scott could not imagine how Jason functioned in a workplace where there was a presumption that all the men were heterosexual. How was it possible that in the locker room and training sessions the terms gay, poofter and fag were used as put-downs on a daily basis.

  “If a student said stuff like that at college they’d risk suspension and being thrown out. I can’t imagine a lecturer saying it. He’d probably be fired. Homophobia at college is against the rules, and I think it’s illegal.”

  “It’s just another day in football. I know it’s hard to believe.” Jason took Scott’s glass and set it aside. Then snuggled close to him, resting his head on Scott’s shoulder.

  “I'm not saying you’re lying, Jason, but it’s so hard to believe. If they say at your training session, don’t pass the ball like a bunch of fags, what would be the equivalent at college. Get a grip on those calculators, do the equations like men, not limp-wristed fairies. Real men come up with answers.”

  Jason laughed. “You. Scott Cole. If you’re proud to wear number fourteen. Don’t just tickle those numbers, you need to press them hard.”

  Scott giggled and ran his hand over Jason’s chest and onto his abs. “There’s a time for tickling and a time for hard.”

  Jason’s arm was already around Scott’s waist, so Jason had to be aware of Scott’s growing, bobbing erection. And he was. Jason’s hand slipped down to grip Scott’s cock.

  “There’s a time for hard and gay, but that’s just my opinion,” said Scott.

  “I like the way you’re thinking. I’m thinking about some very gay ball play, right now.”

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  February 2012

  Jason

  It was still dark outside but light in his bedroom when Jason woke up. They’d left the light on when they fell asleep, but that wasn’t the only thing that was unusual. He woke to a man’s arm and leg draped over him. At once, good feelings flowed through Jason
, rather than the dread he could have anticipated, when faced with the reality of spending a whole night with a man.

  He needed the toilet.

  Jason tried to slide from beneath Scott’s limbs without disturbing him, but that didn’t work. Scott’s eyes opened.

  “What time is it?” Scott’s voice was a low, sleepy drawl.

  “Still early, you can go back to sleep. I’m going to the bathroom.”

  Sexuality, having a boyfriend, is simply not an issue outside of sport. Jason knew this, but it was still strange, talking with a man in his bed from that other world and wondering if they could ever have a relationship.

  “I could do with a shower.”

  They both could.

  Jason remembered their second session of the night. In each other’s arms, holding each other tightly, kissing and rubbing together. It wasn’t the memory of a physical sex act that came to mind but the experience of emotional bonding. The two men joined by their mouths in a kiss that communicated feelings beyond words. As they lay together on their sides, facing each other. Erotic tension built while neither man placed a hand near the other’s genitals for such a long time.

  Jason felt like he was about to come, could come, so many times. It must have been very late when Jason took them both in hand. That’s when Scott threw his head back and cried out.

  “Jason!” Scott called.

  Jason came too. At the same time, two streams of semen mixed, coating their stomachs. Jason didn’t remember cleaning up. It was late, and now the dried, flaking evidence indicated that they soon fell asleep in each other’s arms, where they lay. In a sticky mess.

  “It’s big enough for two if you want to join me.” Jason kissed Scott on the forehead, then slipped out of bed and headed to the bathroom.

  Dried semen isn’t the easiest thing to wash off. But Scott was eager to help when he joined Jason in the large shower enclosure. Scott had woken up fast, all of Scott. And with a sexy naked man in his bathroom Jason’s cock was standing up too, just as alert. And washing soon led to kissing.

  “Shall we get out and get back in again later?” asked Scott.

  “You think we’re going to need another shower before we leave?”

  “I think so. I hope so.” Scott wasn’t waiting for a reply; he was already stepping out and helping himself to a clean towel.

  Jason followed but not immediately.

  When Jason stepped out of the bathroom still holding his towel and drying himself, Scott was laying on the bed, stroking his erection with the tips of his fingers. Jason’s heart pounded in his chest, in full approval of the sight that greeted his eyes. “I’d like to fuck you.”

  Scott smiled and nodded.

  Anything further was interrupted by the remarkably loud sound of the front door opening. Scott froze with a look of surprise. Jason realized with horror what a close call this was. He secured the towel around his waist in such a way as to minimize the erection that was already subsiding.

  “It’s my cleaner,” he whispered. “Wait here; I’ll get rid of her.”

  “When you say get rid, we’re not talking about that shovel in the back of the car?”

  Jason smiled as he closed the bedroom door on his lover, always making a joke.

  “Anna. I’ve got someone here, so it’s not convenient. I’ll pay you for today but, you know.”

  “I’m sorry. I can come back later.”

  “No. Don’t worry; it’s not that bad here. So forget it for today. Just come along next time as usual.”

  Jason saw Anna back out of the door and thought about making a new arrangement, one that meant she only came on match days when the overnight hotel meant she wouldn’t interrupt him at home with his lover.

  Opening the door into the bedroom, Jason could see that Scott had set a new treat for him. Condoms, lube and a towel were conveniently laid out on the bed, but better than this, Scott presented himself at the very edge of the bed with his legs apart and knees bent, his feet flat on the bed with toes curling over the edge.

  “I’m not sure how you like to do this,” said Scott.

  Scott’s fingertips ran the length of his hard cock, which reached up his stomach. His other hand wrapped around underneath his ass, palm resting on the buttock, fingers gently trailing around the inviting entrance.

  Jason closed the bedroom door behind him, dropped the towel and walked over to the edge of the bed to stand in exactly the right position.

  “This bed’s the perfect height for fucking you, but first.” Jason dropped to his knees, to taste Scott.

  It wasn’t enough that Scott consented, or offered, he wanted Scott so turned on he was begging for more. Wanted to hear him call out his name as he did last night. And wanted him coming back for more.

  With his hands and mouth, Jason explored Scott’s whole body but focused most of his time and attention on Scott’s private erogenous areas. Scott lay on the bed; from the expression on his face and the way his body writhed, he clearly enjoyed the attention. And Jason enjoyed it too. The scent and taste of Scott were aphrodisiacs. Jason couldn’t get enough and could happily have spent the entire day sucking Scott’s dick and balls. Licking below his balls and the length of his ass. Probing into Scott’s hole while he moaned with pleasure.

  “Jason! Jason. I thought you wanted to fuck me.”

  “I do.” If there was anything more erotic than getting your partner this aroused Jason hadn’t experienced it. “Scott, I’m so fucking turned on right now. When I enter you, it won’t last long.”

  “Fuck me, Jason, fuck me now.” There was such urgency in Scott’s tone.

  Jason wiped his slick fingers on the towel and put on a condom. He squeezed extra lube out of the tube and prepared to enter Scott. Jason stood at the end of the bed and lifted Scott’s legs into the air. Entering and withdrawing slowly, very slowly at first.

  “Fuck me hard, Jason. Please fuck me hard and make me come.”

  Hesitant, at first, but encouraged by Scott’s reactions, Jason thrust hard and deep, holding on to Scott’s legs. Scott took hold of his cock and rubbed in time with the thrusts.

  And Scott made the sexiest sounds, moaning and calling out. “Fuck me, Jason. Yes.”

  Both men lasted longer than Jason hoped for and came like falling dominoes, Jason first, Scott immediately after.

  It was no longer early. With college and football training that morning there was no time left for cuddling in bed, so the men went back to the shower.

  Scott pulled on his underwear and jeans, and his shirt was still in a different room where it was discarded the night before, so Jason just pulled on tracksuit bottoms and left his top off. It was warm in the apartment; he wanted Scott to be comfortable, and he liked the way Scott looked at him.

  Jason knew he had a good physique that he worked hard for, so why not show it off. Of all the men in the world, Jason wanted Scott to look at and admire him.

  Jason opened the bedroom door but paused, waiting for Scott, who was putting on socks.

  Scott looked up. “You’ve got an amazing body. I never realized footballers were so well-built. I might start paying more attention to the game, particularly the bit when they take their shirts off.

  Jason laughed. “You’re welcome to come and take this footballer’s shirt off any time you like. You don’t need to watch it on the screen.”

  “If that’s a promise, I might well take you up on that offer,” said Scott, joining him at the door.

  And Jason wondered if this was the right time to get serious for a moment. “I hope you do, Scott. I don’t want this to be a one-off, just one night between us. I like you much more than that.”

  He took hold of Scott’s left hand, and they exited the bedroom together.

  “Breakfast and then a lift home. We still have time. What do you like for breakfast?”

  “I’ve already had the best thing you can have in the morning,” Scott replied as they walked through the entrance vestibule and into the lounge, w
here they both stopped dead in their tracks. There was a man sitting on the sofa wearing headphones, and he looked as surprised to see them as they were to see him.

  CHAPTER TWENTY

  February 2012

  Scott

  “What are you doing on my sofa?” asked Jason.

  The stranger put down the remote control and removed the headset, placing it next to Jason’s top, which was cast aside the night before, without taking his eyes off Scott and Jason. His mouth was open in amazement. His eyes were wide.

  “When Anna arrived early to clean my apartment, I didn’t think it’d be a problem to come down here.” He stared as if he lived there and Scott and Jason were intruders. He couldn’t have missed their close and over-familiar stance, like lovers in the morning because they were lovers this morning.

  “She didn’t tell you I had someone here?”

  “No. But I didn’t tell her I was coming here. I’m sorry mate, I didn’t think it would be a problem. I’m sorry to intrude.” He glanced at their clasped hands. There was no way he didn’t see that they were holding hands.

  Scott tried to slip his left hand away from Jason, but Jason gripped more tightly.

  “So you thought you’d use your key to my place. Why not knock?”

  “I did knock. I let myself in when there was no answer. I thought you might be asleep or out. Then I heard you, so I put on the headset to watch TV, so I didn’t disturb you.” The stranger stood up, he was much taller than Jason and walked across the room toward them, stepping around the clothes on the floor.

  “I really should be going,” said Scott, glancing at Jason.

  “No. I’ll leave. I’m sorry to intrude.” The man held out his hand. Good manners replaced his initial shock.

  But Jason spoke at the same time. “No. I promised you a breakfast and a lift home.” Jason looked at Scott. “Scott, this is Harry, my teammate who happens to live in the same building and doesn’t normally let himself in, as far as I know. Harry, this is Scott.”