Soccer Practice: A Sensual Gay Sex Story
A gay sex story: Soccer Practice There were only minutes left in the game and the score was tied – 3 to 3. Antonio knew that they’d have to keep the ball and then score in those final moments, for if the other team got the ball, they’d score quickly and Antonio’s team – the PS Thunder – would lose this semi-final match. Antonio noticed Jose on the other side of the field, and signaled that he was open.
Suddenly, there was a streak of black and white as the soccer ball came sailing across the field from Jose. He glanced up at the clock, saw that he only had a few seconds, and rushed down the field, keeping the ball from the other players. He was just a few yards away from being able to kick the ball to the goal. “Five, four, three…” Antonio kicked the ball. “Two, One… GO-O-OAL!!!!” The spectators cheered through the final seconds, and Antonio knew the game was won. But he also felt something … else. He slipped on the grass and fell. But his thigh felt wrong. And it was hurting.
The rest of the team came over, cheering, as Antonio rose to his feet. He was soaring on the endorphins of having won the game, but he was concerned about the way his leg felt. He knew he’d have to get it checked out. And he was not a fan of doctors.
After some celebrations on the field – and a few in the shower and locker room – Antonio stopped by to see the team doctor. Mark suggested that Antonio make an appointment to see another doctor he knew, but he specialized in sports injuries involving the legs. But Mark told him that it wasn’t probably anything too serious – just a pulled muscle, probably. He made the appointment for a few days later and then went out to celebrate with the rest of the team.
The bar was crowded, unusually so for a Sunday evening. But there had been a lot of people in town for the game, so it could explain the crowds. He was enjoying the time out with his teammates, still all high from their recent win. More than a few times, he’d had a shot of … something … put in front of him … bought by one of his mates or from one of the team’s well-wishers. The few hours he spent out where nearly a blur of drinks, congratulatory back slaps and handshakes.
Suddenly, out of the corner of his eye, Antonio spotted the tall redhead. He had a ‘thing’ for guys with red hair. He’d heard all the rumors – of how red heads had big dicks and balls and were just so hot in bed, but he’d yet had any chance to see if the rumor was true. He’d heard all sorts of rumors about all sorts of men and found some of them to be true and many, well, to be patently false. Not all Latin men were excellent lovers, not all black men had monster cocks, and that not all Asians had tiny dicks. He’d learned early on in his gay life and having sex with men that he should never judge a book by the cover. Each man was as different and unique as the next.
The redhead was tall – at least 6’2″ – and fairly solidly built. At least from what Antonio could see in the bar. He had a full beard and moustache, and it was neatly trimmed. He was wearing a t-shirt with a deep neck scoop under a sleeveless button up shirt, and there was a bit of fur sticking out the top. “Hmmm…” Antonio thought, “A big, beefy red head with fur. Damn, he looks great!”
Seconds later, however, the red head slipped from his sight, lost in the crowd. Another second later, and Antonio could see him outside the bar’s windows, walking towards the parking area. And out of his life, of course!
Later on, when Antonio was home, alone in bed, he was remembering the red head from the bar. He remembered what his face looked like and thought about how the beard would feel rubbing against his cheek and if he’d feel it ticking his balls if the redhead was sucking his cock. With a few quick tugs on his uncut cock, Antonio’s abs were sprayed with his hot juice. He quickly cleaned up and went to sleep.
A few days later, he was at the doctor’s office for his appointment. He’d never been to this doctor before, so he didn’t know what to expect. But the sign read “Michael Kirkpatrick – MD” and then “Sports Medicine” directly below. He checked in with the receptionist. A few minutes later, they led him back to an exam room, told him to strip down to his underwear and lay face down on the table, with his head on the pillow. The room was not your typical exam room – with soft colors, some comfortable chairs, low lighting and music playing. The exam table was a combination massage and exam table, and covered in a soft material that looked inviting.
He did as he was told and lay face down on the table, his face looking through the horseshoe shaped pillow. There was a picture inlaid in the tile floor – a small mosaic of an ocean – soothing, relaxing and quite beautiful. He felt a bit exposed, however, as he was wearing only a jock strap for underwear and his ass was exposed. At least the room wasn’t too cold and he didn’t feel chilled.
After a few moments, Antonio could hear the door open and a deep, soft voice said “Good evening, Mr. Vidalia. I see you have some soreness in your right thigh. Let’s just take a look at that.” Antonio tried to raise and turn his head, but the voice said “Please relax and keep your head on the pillow.” He did as he was instructed.
Antonio felt the doctor’s hands begin to massage and work on his legs. He felt a little odd with just his jockstrap on, but the soothing music and lights, and the gentle kneading of the doctor’s hands made him forget that odd feeling of embarrassment.
“How does this feel, Mr. Vidalia?” the doctor asked. His hands were still working and massaging Antonio’s thighs and calves. “Does this hurt at all?”
“No. That feels wonderful.” He felt the doctor’s hands move up to his back and spine, pushing and pressing and rubbing away some of the stiffness he’d been feeling. However, those same pressing and kneading hands were having the opposite affect on his cock and that was stiffening in his jock. As the doctor’s hands moved over his back and lower to his hips, just inches above his bare ass, he could feel his dick get even harder and thicker and his balls tingle. This was not a good thing.
“Mr. Vidalia, I need to work a little lower on your back, but I need to remove your underwear first. Is that OK?”
OK? With Antonio’s current state of arousal, it would probably be a little embarrassing to have to roll over and take his jock off, but he mumbled his “OK” and started to get up. The doctor’s hands pressed on his back again. “Please, Mr. Vidalia, just relax. Just lift your hips up a bit and I’ll take it off for you.” Antonio did as he was told and felt the doctor’s hands pull down on the waistband of the jock and tug at the sides and slipped the jock off of Antonio’s hip and legs. His cock and balls slipped down and were lying between his thighs. He felt so exposed, but very comfortable and relaxed, too.
A few seconds later, the doctor’s hands returned to rubbing and massaging Antonio’s back and thighs. He felt the doctor’s thumbs press against the very top of his ass, right where the jock had been, and the rest of his fingers brushed against the sides of his hips and ass cheeks. Even in the downward pointing position, his cock still continued to swell and throb with some pleasure and heat.