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Lucas raised his hand and blew the whistle signaling the end of training. I was the first to reach him, and he handed me a bottle of water. I drank while looking around at the small field. Two rows of benches surrounded it, all empty at the moment. The field was illuminated by large lampposts during the night.

“Cheer on,” Lucas said. Lucas was the captain of the team. He had hurt his ankle a while ago in a game. The foul play had been committed by a guy named Ricardo. So Lucas decided to wait a few more days before playing again, although he looked healed.

“Today was not my day,” I said. I sat down beside him. We played seven against seven, and I lost. The other guys were reaching us.

“You suck,” Felipe said to me. “Can’t hit the net if your life depended on it.”

“I can hit your face, shithead.”

The other guys looked at each other, some sighed.

“Because of you we lost the last game,” Lucas said to Felipe. I snorted, while Felipe seethed.

“I made one mistake.”

“Which led to our team losing. One mistake is all it takes. That is why we train. That is why it’s okay for Bruno to make mistakes while training, so he can get better.” The captain knew how to put every one in their place. The real name of the team was Galaxy. But we referred to it as Blue, Blue the team, and Blue the players.

Our rivals were the Red, or Redwave. We lived in a small town, and it seemed we could only afford time and people for no more than two teams.

We headed to our showers in the local gymnasium. The Blue had their own showers, and so did the Red. We never went to theirs, and they never came to ours. Lucas and I shared one shower.

Felipe walked up to us, naked, dick dangling. He was white, tall and lean, with brown hair.

“I didn’t mean to be a jackass. Sorry.” He flashed a smile, and I shook his hand.

Lucas was glad to see it. He had a pale baby face and his body was short and bulky, but he had impressive body hair. From neck to feet, he was like a gorilla, and the muzzle between his legs was almost comical. He didn’t care, though. He enjoyed being hairy.

When I was dressing up, Lucas was putting on red boxer briefs right beside me. Maybe he didn’t like shaving because the hair made his bulge look full.

As he walked past me, I slapped his butt, and he smiled.

“Look, the twins are telling a story, let’s go,” he said.

The twins were Vince and Victor. They had long hair, slender bodies and dark skin, and they weren’t dressed yet, their cocks semi-hard.

Around them, the others listened and laughed. The story was about a girl they had shared. She had a boyfriend, but they fucked her anyway. They sent her back to her boyfriend stretched and creamed.

By the time they finished, their cocks were hard, and they weren’t the only ones. But Felipe doubted the part where the girl said she would show her boyfriend.

“Some guys are into that,” Vince said, smiling.

I had glanced at Lucas many times during the tale, but at that moment, our eyes met for a split second.

“I saw you looking at me,” Lucas said later. He was giving me a lift home. “During Vince and Victor’s story.”

He caught me off guard. “What, no, dude…”

Lucas snorted. “I felt like a had a big pair of horns all of a sudden. Those two idiots knew exactly what they were doing.”

“But…it looked like you enjoyed the story too.”

“Yeah…I kind of pictured the girl in the story as my girl. Don’t tell the guys.”

“Seriously?” I asked. He nodded. “Alright.” To each their own.

“Stop smiling. I’m serious. Made me want to jerk off,” he said, and then began to laugh at my reaction. “Every one wanted to do it too. Even you.” He grabbed his bulge. The fact that I was looking didn’t bother him. “You wanna look?” he asked me.

“Fuck you,” I said, shaking my head. Lucas laughed louder.

“Okay, okay, just kidding.”

After a while, I adjusted myself in the seat. I ignored his smile.

Next day, after the showers, Lucas accidentally bumped his ass against my crotch. His ass felt smooth and tight, bigger than most girls I knew. “Sorry, bro,” he said.

“No problem.”

It happened twice the next day. Each time, he would press himself a longer period of time. It was no accident. Even with the guys somewhere in the showers, Lucas was not afraid. I pushed him away once because Vince showed up. I turned my back because of my hard cock. When Vince was gone, I ground against Lucas some more. My cock was getting squished by his buttocks and making me shake with pleasure.

“Hey, let me do it too.”

“What?” I said. He turned me around and rubbed against me. Just a little. We laughed it off. But I let him do it again in the parking lot, since it was dark and the others were not around.

“Keep quiet,” he said, pushing me against the car. He pulled down my shorts a little, so his cock was really warm against my buttcheeks.

“Now it’s my turn,” I said. Lucas agreed. He pulled down his shorts completely, showing istanbul travesti me his hairy ass.

“You don’t have to do it with your underwear. Take it off.”

“Nah. I’m good.”

He smiled.

“Dude, you’re already…okay, whatever,” he said. I was tempted to pull out completely, but resisted. I just kept grinding. We only stopped because of some voices nearby. “Let’s do it in the car.” Inside the car, I was more inclined to pull it out.

He jerked me off while he drove me home. When he was done with me, I agreed to do him too. His cock was smaller, but very thick, and the hair was overflowing. We began to do it every day after training. Once, I smelled my hand after, and was taken aback by the heavy muskiness. It smelled like cock. It was like a punch in the face.

“Man, stop pretending,” Lucas said when he saw my face. “You’re telling yourself you should hate it, so you can’t enjoy it. Just enjoy it.”

He grabbed his cock for a while and then told me to smell the hand.

“Much better, huh?” he asked. It was true, the smell got better each time I tried it.

I began to ask him to come inside the house. My parents were okay with Lucas. He was a long-time friend. However, my mom almost caught us once, when Lucas was sucking my ass. We heard her steps and barely had time to dress up. My face was burning. I thought I was too old to feel ashamed of my mom, but there I was.

“Dude, my dad is almost never home,” Lucas said. “You can do it there.”

“We should stop,” I cut him. “I mean, what is this? We look like two fags.”

Lucas didn’t offer again, and we didn’t touch each other for the rest of the night. I kept thinking about apologizing but holding myself back, until it was too late and Lucas was sleeping soundly on the mattress below.

On Saturdays, the training happened by day. I was pretty excited. Lucas trained as well, his ankle didn’t act up and he declared himself healed. But he was not going to play on Sunday against the Red

Lucas later told me in the showers. “You really progressed these last few days.”


“Shit, can’t you tell? Everyone is impressed.”

I looked around, then grabbed his dick, giving it a good squeeze.

“No, dude. We look like two fags.”

He left me standing there like an idiot.

I passed him by in silence while he was dressing up and, as I was leaving the showers, he asked me if I wasn’t going with him. I refused and walked home.

I thought I was rid of him for the rest of the day, but he showed up at lunch, and my mom fed him with food and attention. He complimented me again in front of my whole family, which made my father express his delight very loudly, and he even got my grandpa excited to the game. Grandpa had played for the Blue back in the day.

Lucas met my eyes for a moment, and I smiled. My captain.

“Let’s go up to my room,” I said. “Play a game or something.”

We laid down on the bed, and after a few grabs and touches, we pulled out and jerked each other. We had a little sword fight.

“Yours is bigger,” he said. “It’s not fair.”

We were both very hard, and he was fondling the cocks together, rubbing skin and veins.

“Listen,” he said suddenly, “I need to go now. Come to my dad’s house tonight.”

I sighed, twirling a finger around his dark muzzle.

“I’ll be there.”

The night was chill, no training to pump the blood, so I wore my custom Blue hoodie.

Lucas lived in a big house with his dad. But the dad was rarely home. Most of the time, Lucas had the house all to himself. The gate was open. Inside, Lucas’s car, a blue beauty, rested in the garage, but there was another one. A red car.

Instead of going in, I appreciated the car for a few minutes. I was pretty sure it was brand-new.

The house’s front door opened, Lucas stepped out. Weirdly, he wore our team’s uniform.

“Come on in.”

“Is your dad here?”

“Just come on in. I’ll explain.”

The car wasn’t his dad’s. There was someone else there. The guy looked like Ricardo, but it couldn’t be Ricardo.

Ricardo was Redwave’s captain.

Ricardo was the guy who hurt his ankle.

Ricardo was the guy who fucked Lucas’s girlfriend.

But it was Ricardo.

Resting on the couch, beer in hand. At first glance, I mistook his red shirt for the Redwave uniform, because he was also the captain of that team, but it was just a red shirt.

Comfortably sprawled, he turned his big nose to me, giving me a sharp smile on that sharp face.

“Sit down,” Lucas said. His cool voice didn’t match the disquiet inside of me. “I’ll grab you a beer. Want another one?” He asked Ricardo, who nodded and slapped Lucas’s butt as he passed.

Lucas looked at me, as if to see how I would react. That slap looked like the ones we give each other in the showers.

I sat as far away from Ricardo as I could.

“You must be confused,” he said. His hair was messy and pushed back, and his face had a shadow beard. His eyes were almost black, glinting. “Lucas and I. We worked istanbul travestileri some things out. We’re cool.”

“That’s…good. You got a new car.”

“Yeah, did you like it? I might give you a ride later.”

I frowned, but let it go. Where the hell was Lucas? He was taking too long.

Lucas showed up finally with our beer.

“I’m glad you came, dude,” Lucas said.

“But why?” I said. For a split second, I recalled my previous assumptions about this visit.

“Just to hang out.”

“Cool.” The moment we were alone, I would say my piece to him. He better have a good explanation.

Ricardo gulped down his beer, I sipped mine. He talked about his recent break-up while I mostly watched how he and Lucas really seemed close. Then, the topic changed abruptly to our next game.

“Excited for tomorrow?” Lucas asked.

“Good luck to you,” Ricardo said before I could answer.

“I don’t need your luck,” I said.

Ricardo chuckled.

“You guys lost last game, and this time you don’t have Lucas. You need all the luck you can get.”

“We don’t have him because of you.”

“Relax, man,” Lucas said.

I snapped my eyes at Lucas and then turned away, feeling my chest burn. Lucas had all the reasons to hate this guy. Why was I the only one who saw the problem?

I tried sipping my beer again and realized it was all gone.

“I’m gonna get you another one.”

As he passed, Ricardo slapped him again. That time, his fingers caught in the shorts, pulling it down a little, showing that Lucas had no underwear. His buttcheeks were white and hairy. Lucas quickly covered himself, not looking back.

Ricardo moved closer to me. “I wanna be cool with you, Bruno. We never spoke a lot because of this whole…soccer situation.” Ricardo said.

“I’m cool.”

“Come on, don’t be stubborn. I’m not trying to piss you off. You seem like a nice guy. This town is too damn small for us to act like enemies all the time.”

“I don’t buy it,” I said. “I mean, you fucked Lucas’s girlfriend.”

“If he’s not angry, why would you be?”

He got me there. “I don’t know.”

Ricardo thought that funny.

“There are some things you don’t know.”

“What the fuck does that mean?”

“Relax, relax.” He put a hand behind my shoulder. “Let’s just pretend you don’t know what’s going on.”

“I don’t.”

“So stubborn. Lucas told me everything, you know.”

My eyes widened. I was just about to strangle him, but his eyes went down and I followed them. Big mistake.

We spent a few long seconds in that position, him caressing my neck while I looked at the big erection in his pants. It didn’t look like he was wearing any underwear either.

“Touch it.”

“I don’t…want to,” I said.

“Just a little scratching. Help a guy out, come on, before Lucas gets back.”

Lucas was taking his sweet time.

“Maybe I should go and see if he needs help.”

“No, I need help. Look at it. I can see how much you want it.”

Shit, what was wrong with me?

“Just a scratch?”

He nodded.

I touched Ricardo’s shorts, right on top of the hard bulge. I got the feeling I was touching a big rock. I went down to his balls. I squished them lightly, and he sighed.

“Take a sniff. I bet your hand smell good,” he said. Shit, did Lucas really tell this cocky bastard that I liked the smell? My hand carried an agonizing scent which made my eyes flutter when I inhaled.

I got away from him suddenly. I wanted to wipe out that smile off his face.

“Again?” he said.

“No chance.”

“Very stubborn. I like that.”

When Lucas came back with the beer a long time later, he acted as if he had taken no time at all.

Ricardo raised himself.

“You wait here,” Ricardo said to me. “Come on to your room, Lucas.”

Lucas and I shared a look.

“What the hell is he talking about?” I asked. But Lucas shrugged.

“Wait here,” Ricardo told me again.

“You don’t fucking tell me what to do,” I said.

“Bruno, just…trust me, man. Obey,” my captain said.

“Obey?” I whispered, but they were gone.

When Lucas showed up again, with Ricardo at his heels, his cheeks were pink, his hair was tousled and disarranged, and there was some wet marks on the front of the blue uniform, some white goo still there. I took a deep breath.

“What the fuck did you do?” I asked.

Lucas blushed even harder.

“If you wanna know…come back tomorrow, after the game. Otherwise, just forget about it.”

I stared at Lucas.

“What did you do, man?”

“You heard him,” Lucas said.

I left his house confused, with the biggest erection of my entire life.

The game happened in a sunny and windy day. Eleven players for each team. Lucas was not included. He was sitting down next to his father, my family not so far from them. It seemed like the town had shown up, the benches almost filled.

My team was blue and white, the opponent, red and black.

Felipe served as the captain for the match and went travesti istanbul up to the judge, to toss up the coin and see who would start with the ball. Ricardo was the other captain. They both looked up as the coin was tossed. Felipe won. Ricardo looked at me as he walked back, he might have winked.

The field was bare, red and dusty, with a few puddles of water spread out. Not at all professional. But it was what our small town had to offer. We made do.

It took ten minutes for our team to score, and twenty more for the Red’s to even out. The first half of the game ended with both teams feeling a bit frustrated. Lucas came to talk to us.

“We’re going to win,” he said, as if he were playing too. “We’re doing way better than them. It’s the finalization we’re messing up.” He turned to me. “Why the hell aren’t you kicking the ball into the net? Stop passing to Felipe all the time, Bruno. You can do this.”

I nodded while avoiding to look into his face. I felt deep down that he was right. Lucas was my captain, he wanted me to win, I shouldn’t doubt that.

“Yeah, I’m the one who’s not doing good,” Felipe said. He smiled, but he was probably hurt from Lucas’s lack of attention to him.

“No, dude.” Lucas held his arm. “They know Bruno is not used to be on the offensive, they expect you to always get the ball, that’s why they’re stopping you.”

“Alright,” Felipe gave me a look. “Let’s do this.”

An hour later, we were laughing in the showers. Felipe, the twins, Lucas and all the others were screaming, singing, cursing our opponents. I scored three times in the second half of the game. My teammates were treating me like a star. And all the way to the showers, I could not forget how my family had screamed, how Ricardo’s face darkened like an angry cloud.

Lucas gave me a ride home, so I could dress up and then we would go together to the place where we were going to spend the night, celebrating.

“What about Ricardo?” I mustered the courage to ask. “Don’t you have plans?”

“Not today.” Lucas was smiling. “Did you see his face?”

I had many more questions, but I let them go. I didn’t want to ruin the mood.

“He really thought he was going to win.”

We celebrated in a rented house with a pool and a lot of alcohol, like we usually did after a victory. Loads of people were invited, even some rivals. Ricardo wasn’t there. The night became a blur of drinking, dancing and laughing with friends.

When I was drunk enough, I jumped in the pool with Lucas right behind me. We had the pool to ourselves. My hand brushed his cock a few times below the water. It grew hard and stayed that way.

“You’re gonna make me cum in the pool,” he said. I laughed. Then, after a single long breath, I decided to confront him.

“Maybe I should stop and let you go ask your new buddy instead.”

Lucas snorted.

“Don’t be like that. He told me what you did. You got a feel of it, didn’t you?”

I shrugged.

“You and I,” Lucas continued. “We’re friends. But with him…it’s something else. Something about how we are supposed to hate each other…not because of what he did to me, but because he’s from our rival team. That’s why he wants me to wear our team’s uniform. I know how it looks. It looks bad. Like I’m a traitor. But you could’ve snitched on me. You could’ve left my house the moment you saw him. Instead, you stayed and obeyed. Because it felt good, didn’t it?” I didn’t know what to say, so I let him keep talking. “He keeps saying a lot of crazy stuff about how we…our team…we are weaker and we crave for cock. It’s crazy talk, but it works on me. Does it work on you too?”

I kept my silence, but Lucas grabbed my cock below the water and smiled.

“Yeah, he got you too. Come tomorrow night,” Lucas said.

“I don’t know, man.”

“Why not?”

There just seemed to be so many good reasons why not.

“It’ll be fun,” Lucas promised.

“I don’t think…I don’t want to get in the way of anything.”

“How so?”

“I don’t think Ricardo wants me there,” I said.

“You think he doesn’t like you? What is there not to like?” He said that very close to my ear. I even looked around to see if anyone caught that. Lucas was smiling. “Relax, my man. You’re my friend.”

“Are you sure I should come?”

“I’m begging you. Just be sure to wear your uniform.”

My cock wanted to shoot inside the pool just thinking about it.

No amount of headache and hang-over made me change my mind the next day.

“I’m going to Lucas’s,” I said to my dad in the living room. “Gonna be late.”

“Still celebrating?” he asked. I smiled.

But when I stepped out my house, I saw the red car. As I got closer, the window went down, and Ricardo waved.

“Get in.”

I looked around and then hopped inside.

“What is this?”

“Nothing, just wanna give you ride.” He looked me over in a way that made me self-conscious. “What about the uniform?”

“Under the jacket.”

“You’re supposed to wear the shorts too,” Ricardo said. We stared at each other for a while. “Go put it on.”

“You’re shitting me.”

But he wasn’t. The way he was telling me what to do was infuriating…but it had another kind of effect too. I quickly left the car, looked around again, and went up to my room to put my shorts on.

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