Captain of the Footy Team

Hey guys, I first published this experience a couple of years ago and from the feedback I received, it was your favourite.  I only lived in that town for 18 months or so and I believe that the footy club doesn’t have a men’s team anymore, couldn’t get enough plays to field a team.

There is a part two which I never got to finish, but I might pull my finger out and finish if you guys are interested.

The whole COVID thing screwed my life up a bit. I had just moved up from NSW to Queensland in the January when all the lockdowns started to happen.

Being new to town, I didn’t know anyone so I tried to get out, mingle, and make some friends.

One thing I did was join the local AFL (Australian Rules) footy team. I had played when I was in high school, I wasn’t very good back then, and I haven’t gotten any better with age. I wasn’t that interested in playing any games, just go to training and have some local mates to hang out with.

I kept an eye out and when I saw that they had started preseason training, I bought some footy boots, a mouth guard and went along.

It was a pretty good bunch of guys, I’m thirty years old and most of the guys were in their early twenties. There were a handful of new guys, like me, but the core of the team was a group of guys  who had grown up together. The captain of the team, who everyone called Macca, was twenty-one years old and just gorgeous, ow sorry, I mean Macca was a great footy player. Dirty blonde shoulder length hair, tall, wiry thin and not an ounce of fat on him. Those short footy shorts made his legs look like they went up forever. Macca’s best mate, and vice captain, is another gorgeous twenty-one year old they call Digger.

I won’t bore you guys with any more team details, but let met just say that being in a locker room with twenty, twenty year old guys in footy gear or less gave me some jerk off material for when I would get home after training.

When I’m single, nobody would know or have any reason to think I’m gay. I’m not out to most of my friends and my sexuality was not something I had advertised to my new footy team mates.

Our third game of the season was an away game (about an hours drive away) and my car was at the mechanics. It was no big deal, someone gave me a ride to the game and it was the skipper, Macca, who gave me a ride home, since he lived on my side of town (he still lives with his parents). I invited Macca in for a beer or a rumbo to thank him for giving me a ride and he said sure.

Being completely honest, while I had naughty thoughts about my team mates, there was no way on the planet I would have the courage to make a move. And none of the guys gave off the slightest hint of being gay. At the first two games there was a little entourage of the girlfriends. With that in mind, I purely asked Macca in for a drink to thank him for the ride home, and thanks for being nice, considering I’m one of the worst players in the team and they have made me feel welcome.

While I was getting some beer out of the fridge Macca noticed the spa/hottub/jacuzzi, on my back patio. He asked if it works? I said hell yeah it does and I’ve been spending some time in it after pulling up sore from footy. Macca asked if he could jump in, hell yeah (my mind did a little cartwheel). I was more composed in my outward approval of letting Macca use the spa. Handing him a beer I told him I’d grab some towels and asked if he need any shorts? He replied that he was wearing DT’s (dick togs aka speedos) which would be fine. Yes, they would be fine Macca (I said in my head).

I have a thing for speedos, I’m horny when I wear then, and seeing a guy wearing speedos makes me weak in the knees.  It seems like most of my footy team mates wear them as underwear when playing and there are younger guys wearing them at the beach which wasn’t the case when I was in my twenties.

Walking outside to the spa, Macca was already submerged up to his neck, his team footy shorts and hoodie on the ground. I dropped my footy shorts to reveal my classic black speedo and jumped in.

Just a couple of footy team mates sitting in a spa, each wearing less than a handkerchief.

It wasn’t long until our beers were empty, Macca offered to get refills and I gladly accepted the view of his lithe body, dripping with water getting out of the spa, his ass looked like it was sculptured and just as hard as marble.

After our second beer, I said I was going to swap to rum and Macca asked if it was alright if he had one. It seemed like he might be in for a bit of a session and since he didn’t live far he could leave his car at my house and walk home. We settled in for a bit of a session. Conversation flowed, every two drinks I got to soak in the eye candy that was Macca’s beautiful body getting out of my spa and the view of him walking in to the house. Nothing naughty was discussed, I was not hitting on Macca at all.  I did know that I would be picturing him when I jerked off next, which would be about two minutes after he left.

Then Macca dropped the hammer, out of the blue he asked me if I was gay?

Must have been the drinks that loosened him up.  He’s not the first person to ever ask me, but I was a little surprised because I thought I hadn’t shown any inkling of being gay. I asked him why he thought that? He replied that his best mate, Digger, thought so. Answering a question, with a question, I asked how did Digger know?

Another hammer drops… according to Macca, Digger goes a bit both ways. I admitted that I had no idea, my gaydar (gay radar) has never been any good.

Macca repeated his question, am I gay? Assuring me that it is no problem.

I admitted I have had my share of gay experiences. Macca complimented me saying that he had no idea and I didn’t seem very gay, for me that is a compliment, probably not a compliment to most of the gay community. Macca wanted to continue questioning me about my ‘gayness’ (his words, not mine), but I wanted to hear about Digger’s ‘gayness’. It wasn’t difficult to move the conversation in that direction, Macca (and I) were getting a little tipsy.

Digger has a girlfriend, cute little blonde thing I have seen at footy training, so I asked Macca about that. Macca assured me that nobody knows Digger does gay things except him, and he declared that nobody but him knows that I am gay either.

It was during this part of the conversation that Macca dropped the hammer that Digger has blown him in the past.

Being playful, I jested that maybe Macca is really gay as well. Nah mate, he replied. A mouth is a mouth right? Using his straight, slightly red neck reasoning, he told me that it makes sense that guys suck dick better than chicks since we know what feels good. And he knows, he has had a string of girlfriends who don’t really like sucking cock.

Now I started to think that maybe Macca was a little keen.

Being a little more frank than I usually would be (beer and rum assisted) I asked Macca if he would like a blowjob? From a real expert.

Yeah why not, was Macca’s reply. Saying it as if he had nothing better to do, so why not get his cock sucked from his new team mate. I slid across the spa and said to Macca I’d just make sure he is warmed up. My right hand touched his right knee and I slid my hand up his thigh. Before I got to his cock he made me promise not to tell anyone. Of course, a mouth is just a mouth I assured him. My hand moved to the front of his speedo and to my surprise, he was rock hard.

With no need to warm him up, I suggest Macca sit on the edge of the spa. He slid out of the water and seeing his flat tummy, then his thin waist line and then his speedo with his cock straining against the lycra, it was a sight I will remember for a long time.

With Macca comfortable sitting on the side of the spa and, with a drink in hand, I pulled his cock out the leg of his speedo.

A good length, uncut cock for me to feast on. My mouth went for his balls first and they were shaved smooth, he had a little stubble around the rest of his pubic area. I complimented him on this and he said his girlfriend made him keep it tidy. I will have to thank her next time I see her.

I was slowly stroking Macca’s cock while I sucked and licked his balls, Macca complimented my skills, but I was just get started.

Next, I slid my tongue up and down the full length of his cock, from balls to tip all the while looking up at him. Macca’s head was thrown back enjoying the pleasure. It reminded me of an old joke: only difference between a girl sucking you off and a guy, is when you look down.

One last lick all the way to the tip of Macca’s cock and my tongue slipped between his foreskin and the tip of his cock and began circling. Giving attention to this more sensitive area did get a response, an extra moan. After a little while, I pulled his foreskin down with my right hand, exposing the head of his cock and my mouth went in to suction mode. This got even more of a response from Macca. He told me several times how amazing it felt.

All this time, it had been at least five minutes, I had been taking it pretty slow. Not surprisingly, Macca finally begged me to make him cum.

Sure thing Captain.

My right hand started stroking Macca’s beautiful cock, my left hand went to his balls and just rubbed them gently and my throat took as much of his cock as I could, in synchro with my right hand stroking up and down. He quickly approached orgasm and was moaning loudly. I slowed my pace just a little extending his climax and when finally trust his hips out I buried his cock deep in my mouth and his load of sweet, sweet cum shot down my throat.

It was a big load and his hips spasmed maybe eight times.

Once Macca had calmed down, I released his cock out of my mouth, looking up at him (he was now looking down at me) I ran my thumb along the lower side of his cock from balls to tip getting the last drop of man juice out of his cock. It oozed out the tip of his cock and with our eyes locked, I licked that last little bit up. Macca laughed and said again, guy do suck cock better.

There was no reciprocating, and I didn’t expect it. A few drinks later Macca headed home and I said he is more than welcome to use my spa (mouth) anytime.

A few days later, I was back at footy training and things were just like normal between Macca and I. Towards the end of training Digger (remember, Macca’s best friend who also sucks his cock), said to me discretely that he heard I have a spa. Would I mind if he dropped by after training…..

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