Home Goal and My Goal: Two Gay Footballers Stories

by H J Perry

  Harry turned his head away from Carlos, looking out of the side window. Carlos turned the wheel and took off into the traffic. They drove for a while with just the sound of the radio, the latest Spanish pop music, with the volume turned fairly low.

  "Did the agent have anything concrete to say, or was it just a heads up?"

  "He had concrete. There's an offer from Barcelona."

  Carlos was impressed. One of the top international teams by anyone's standards. Who wouldn't want to play football for Barcelona?

  "Barcelona have put in an offer for you? That's great."

  "Isn't it just," Harry spoke with all the enthusiasm of an English vegetarian invited to a Spanish bullfight.

  "And you're not pleased?"

  Harry slumped in his seat and let out a humph. He still looked out of the side window so, when Carlos glanced over, he couldn't see his face.

  "What is it?"

  "Barcelona. Playing in Spain's La Liga."

  "Sí, Harry. I'm Spanish. I know where they play La Liga."

  "Less than an hour ago we were talking about a relationship. Now you think it's a great idea that I come and live here in Spain. You know how fast these things work, I could be living here within a week. And where does that leave us?"

  Carlos remained silent and thoughtful. What could he say that wouldn't sound wrong? A professional football career was short, so an offer from a top club wasn't something to be turned down. Of course, Carlos wanted Harry closer, but he couldn't expect the man to sacrifice his career prospects.

  "As you can see, it's only a small trip, England to Spain. In fact, Barcelona is slightly closer than Madrid. But you don't have to take it."

  "Staying at BSC isn't an option. We both know that if the team wants to sell me, I have to go. You can't stick at a club that doesn't want you anymore never mind what the contract says." The car didn't need air con. Harry was emanating his own icy climate in the vehicle.

  "You could get your agent to find a counter offer. If you want to stay in England, there are plenty of clubs with the money."

  "Hmm, maybe. Yes, I suppose I could remain in England and move to a different team." Harry knew the football business. Had he really not thought of finding a different club?

  "If it were another local big Midlands team, you could stay in the same apartment, but if you end up moving further away, I'll move too, Harry, to be closer to you. If you went to London, Manchester or the North East, we could live halfway between the two clubs, yours and mine."

  "You would move for me?" Harry sounded surprised.

  "Harry. Have you been listening to me? Because if you feel the same way as I do there is no question. Yes, I'd move to be near you. And if you were in Spain, I'd take frequent unauthorized trips."

  He'd marry Harry too. Harry seemed so vulnerable and insecure, and marriage seemed a good idea. The sooner, the better. Carlos didn't want to lose Harry. Carlos wanted to prove how deeply committed he was to their relationship. And he wanted Harry to feel good about it too.

  Their union could be in private and remain discreet. A private wedding witnessed by just their closest family and friends. Harry's mom, his brother the missionary, Carlos's family, of course, and Harry's friend Scott and his mysterious boyfriend. They'd get away with keeping it on the down low in Spain; they had such common names. Harry Carter was not particularly distinctive; Carlos and Garcia must be two of the most common names in Spain put together.

  Carlos slowed the vehicle down to a crawl to take a sharp turn in his parent's street. "We're almost there. I want to introduce you to my parents as my boyfriend, is that okay?" Not fiancé, not yet.

  HARRY

  At Carlos's parent's Spanish home, Maria, their cleaning lady opened the front door. She was surprised to see Carlos; that was apparent. They had a conversation in Spanish, of which Harry didn't understand a word. He couldn't imagine living in Spain, though plenty of English people did.

  Maria left shortly after their arrival and Carlos explained, although she knew he was visiting he'd told his parents to expect him in the evening for dinner. No one was home but for Maria, who had just finished her work for the morning.

  "Did you consider the possibility that there might be no one here to let us in?" Harry asked as Maria departed leaving them in a silent house.

  "Harry, I always think of my parents at home. But, fortunately, I do have a spare key tucked away with my passport. Let me show you around."

  Set in a couple of acres, the single-storey home was double fronted and deceptively spacious. Most of the rooms had unobstructed views of the well-stocked gardens. The trees and shrubs held a magical quality, even at this time of year.

  "This is my bedroom." Carlos opened the door and let it swing into the room without entering. "Not that I've lived here, but this is where I sleep when I stay."

  The guest bedrooms were at the opposite side of the house to where his parents slept. Carlos walked across to the opposite door and opened it.

  "Another guest bedroom." And Carlos led the way in.

  Harry followed. "Um. Do we have to have separate bedrooms here?"

  Carlos stepped as close as he possibly could. They were chest to chest and stomach to stomach. Their lips almost touching. "What are you suggesting? Are you asking to sleep with me?"

  Harry took a deep breath. "Yes. I don't know if that's allowed."

  It wouldn't be allowed in his mom's house. Not if she knew. But Carlos had brought them so much further than just twelve hundred miles. They were transitioning from friends to boyfriends. Carlos had said things Harry never believed he'd hear. He didn't want them to leave each other's side for any longer than necessary in case the romantic spell got broken.

  "It is both allowed and highly recommended. Let me show you my bedroom, right now." Carlos took hold of Harry's hand and led him back across the hall.

  Harry hoped they weren't coming out of it again too soon. At times in his life, he couldn't stop thinking about what it would be like to touch a man. The thought practically drove him crazy because he believed it was wrong; he'd never do it. Yet, he wanted it so badly.

  As he left his teenage years behind and matured, he questioned the things he'd learned. Everyone had sex before marriage, and they couldn't all be doomed to hell. In fact, it seemed highly unlikely that who and how you loved was not in any way connected to whether you were a good or bad person. Over many years Harry came to terms with the fact that he was gay. But today was the first time he's said it aloud.

  "There are other guestrooms. You might want to check out the bed for comfort before you commit yourself to this room." Carlos said without any conviction as he pulled Harry tightly to him. In each other's arms; their lips met and melded together into a kiss full of longing.

  Alone in the bedroom, just the two of them, kissing in an empty house. Hands on each other's bodies, wrinkling their shirts as they pushed up and under them. Harry ran his fingers over ridged abs. Carlos's fingers found the exposed skin of Harry's back.

  Harry's swollen dick ached, trapped inside his pants and pressed forward against Carlos. Harry's whole body ached for closeness and skin to skin contact. For the kind of pleasure that he'd only known with Carlos in one overnight hotel stay. The undeniable chemistry between Harry and Carlos swept aside years of self-denial and frustration and brought untapped sexuality bubbling to the surface.

  "I wasn't choosing the room for the quality of the bed, but for the man, I'd share it with." Harry drank in the essence of Carlos's skin as he whispered and Carlos guided him toward the bed.

  They tumbled onto the bed together, Carlos on top of Harry. Grinding into him. Harry thrust upward into Carlos.

  Carlos got off him. "I need to get out of these clothes." He quickly shed his shirt and trousers. Harry wriggled about on the bed to do the same. When they were both only in underpants, Carlos winked, smirked, and pulled his completely off. "I want to make love to you."

  Even though the same thought was on his mind. Hearing Car
los say it, Harry felt part thrilled part terrified. It was a huge hurdle to overcome, to get them naked in a bedroom together.

  "Don't worry I wouldn't do anything you don't want and you liked everything we did before?"

  Of all the players on the team, Carlos unleashed the passion buried inside of Harry. He had so much catching up to do. Harry knew what men did together, and he needed to do it. Years of repression, holding back, denying his desires. Shoved aside by this man who wanted him for more than just a casual hook up.

  "Maybe I could touch you all over and suck your dick like last time."

  Harry replied, "This time I want to suck you too."

  Carlos smiled. "I'm not going to refuse."

  Carlos stood before him, stripped bare, with his erection pointing straight out.

  Harry's heart hammered hard in his chest. He wanted it every way possible. To hold it, to suck it, to rub his own dick against it. He swung his legs around to sit on the end edge of the bed. Carlos moved a little closer, and Harry took hold of Carlos's dick and guided it to his mouth.

  Holding it in one hand, it was as big and heavy as he remembered. This time, up close, it simply looked delicious, and he couldn't wait to explore it with his tongue. First, he licked around the bulbous head and then let it slide into his mouth, filling his face. Harry must have had a bigger mouth than he'd realized as he was able to take most of the length with ease. At the same time, his own felt ready to burst, such was his arousal.

  Fingers wove through his hair, massaging his scalp as he sucked and licked and pleasured the man whose moaning provided an erotic soundtrack to the action.

  "You are doing that so good, Harry."

  He welcomed the praise; having never done this before. Instinctively he knew what he wanted to do.

  After several minutes Carlos pulled back pushing Harry gently away from him. "This is fucking amazing, but I want to do it to you too. Can we do this together?"

  "Fuck yeah. Let's try."

  Harry shuffled over onto the bed, guided by Carlos who turned around. This seemed a great idea in theory, but in practice, the incredible sensation of giving while having his dick sucked for only the second time in his entire life was totally overwhelming.

  Harry wanted to make it so good for Carlos. He reached and squeezed Carlos's balls and reached between his thighs, running fingers over the smooth perineum and along his crack. At the same time, Harry tried to blank his mind from thinking about what was happening, in an attempt to buy a little more time before he exploded in Carlos's mouth. This was not going to last long.

  Especially with another cock in front of his face and entering his mouth.

  When he thought about how much he liked the texture of Carlos dick in his mouth and what it might be like to taste and swallow his cum, the idea of Carlos coming in his mouth was a thought too much. He let the dick drop from his lips but didn't release it from his hand.

  The climax defeated him. Harry let out a moan and every part of him froze except for his pulsing dick pumping into Carlos.

  Only seconds later, the first spurt from Carlos hit Harry's lips. He opened his mouth in response and put his tongue, eager to lick the end of Carlos's dick and lap up the spunk that shot forth from it.

  CARLOS

  Harry tasted of cum as they kissed with open mouths and clashing teeth and tongues that could not get deep enough. Carlos liked it; he surely tasted the same.

  It was early in the day and exciting, and something told Carlos they weren't about to stop just because they'd come. Once. They couldn't get enough of each other. For Carlos, it had been months since he'd touch someone else. He couldn't; not after meeting Harry.

  All confirmed. Harry was gay. And Harry was his boyfriend.

  "Harry," Carlos whispered. "I know what I want to do with you, but I'll be honest, I've not had a whole lot of experience with men."

  There had been men before, nothing serious just fun and mucking around. Before meeting Harry, Carlos always imagined he'd find the right woman because that's what men did. He found women attractive; he found men attractive. Finally, he'd found someone he could adore on a physical level and enjoy spending time with when outside the bedroom. The draw to Harry was something beyond mere physical beauty. His personality was both enigmatic and magnetic.

  Lustily longing to adore and explore every inch of Harry's perfect, physically fit, football playing body; to caress every muscle; to kiss him and lick him and taste him all over. Only once before today, Carlos knew the pleasure of Harry's body, and he wanted it again and again; to do the same things and more. To turn Harry on and take him to a place beyond ecstasy. To see his face flush, to hear him moan with joy.

  They might not do everything today, not all at once, but any intimacy with Harry seemed like a fucking excellent idea at that precise moment.

  "I've not had much experience either."

  Carlos didn't know what Harry meant, exactly. As he hadn't shared the full details of his own sexual experience, he didn't feel it necessary to quiz Harry. Carlos did not want to overstep the line of acceptable behavior; wherever it was. He was already certain Harry's line was in a different place to his own. They needed to clarify limits and boundaries. Take this a step at a time. Fortunately, they were both great runners.

  Carlos saw himself as an anything-goes kind of guy whereas Harry came from a background of no sex before marriage. Carlos remembered some of his more devout religious friends from school. They had creative interpretations for that rule. Some translated it to mean anything goes except for cock in vagina penetration.

  No doubt about that it, Carlos wanted to bury his cock inside Harry, but he could wait. He'd had many nights filled with fantasies of fucking Harry and reverse. Carlos imagined riding his dick and coating each other's stomachs, chests, and faces with spunk. For too long these things had remained fantasies but were moving increasingly closer to reality.

  If Harry wanted to wait until they were married, and Carlos was sure they would get married, he could wait. But he wondered how quickly they plan a wedding in Spain. Perhaps they could do it at Easter or in the football off-season in June.

  More than he'd wanted anything or anyone before, Carlos wanted Harry, badly, even when a crowded room parted them. The smell, taste, and touch of the man sent his desires into overdrive. Holding Harry's dick and tasting it; feeling it pulse before pumping in his mouth. Carlos wanted a lot more of that. The previous time, on his knees in the hotel shower, Carlos couldn't hold back, and he came at and over Harry's feet. Today, they had all day.

  He was on top of Harry again, almost unsure how he got there, he just did. Wondering if his lover needed recovery time or the opportunity to breath, Carlos rolled off to the side but keeping an arm and leg wrapped around Harry.

  "How are you?"

  "So good. Do you need to ask?"

  The shaded windows and tiled floor helped maintain a cool temperature in the summer. It was a little chilly in the room in the middle of winter.

  "Wanted to be sure. Here let me pull the blankets over us.” They shuffled about to get warm, cozy and comfortable.

  "I thought you didn't like me much when we first met." As if that were possible, Carlos chuckled.

  "What gave you that impression?" The look on Harry's face confirmed the grain of truth in Carlos's suspicion.

  "You weren't very friendly, and you tried to keep me at arm's length. In fact, you've done quite a bit of that. Which is strange when you think about how close we've become."

  They chuckled together. You can't get much closer than naked skin to skin contact.

  "When do you mean? When we first met when you joined the club or way back when we were teenagers? Because when you joined the club I didn't know you were into guys, and I thought you might tell everybody about me."

  "How would I have known about you?" Carlos was confused. "I don't remember meeting you before last summer."

  The surprise on Harry's face was evident.

  "What? Have I forg
otten something important?"

  "Not important to you, obviously. Yet I spent months shitting myself; wondering if people were going to find out. Back then I was terrified, and it all came back when you appeared at BSC a few months ago."

  "I'm sorry. I have no idea what you're talking about."

  "It happened years ago when we were teenagers. You on one team, me on another; we played opposite each other in a match. I can't even remember the score or which side won. We were about eighteen years, and after the game, you and I went off with a couple of girls."

  "We did?" Carlos wasn't sure what to make of that. "Okay. Are you into girls too?"

  Harry shook his head. "No, not at all."

  It was no surprise that he couldn't remember, Carlos packed a lot of history into his teenage years.

  "I didn't think you were into girls. You said you were gay earlier, and I suppose I guessed."

  "I'm not into girls. That was the problem. I was covering things up. I thought if guys saw me leave with a girl, they'd assume I was straight. That was my cover story and that night I thought you'd vouch for me. I'd gone off with this girl, and once alone the plan was, I wouldn't go beyond a little kissing with her and then I'd fake illness or make some other excuse and leave."

  "What happened?"

  "What I hadn't figured was that the girls were sharing a hotel room. We all went back to the same room. So that was bad for a start. I felt trapped. I knew I'd have to come up with an excuse to leave, and you'd see me back out. I'd fake an illness, and the illness wasn't even going to be fake, I started to feel sick. But that wasn't the worst of it.”

  Carlos listened intently, wishing he could remember. Wishing he could take away the obvious pain this memory caused Harry, even now.

  "That was not the worst of it. We'd just got in the room, and the girls were talking about a foursome. They said they really liked to see guys together and wanted us to kiss."