I'd always been pretty much on the wild side. A feral boy, who'd enjoyed the freedoms of youth , and who never once imagined that life could turn out very differently to expectations. Indeed, I guess I'd assumed that I would remain master of my own fate wherever life took me
Believe it or not, I hesitated from speaking to him at first - fearing, as I did, that my private emotions might betray me. Realising, however, that he was clearly having problems of some kind, I finally gritted my teeth and stepped towards him.
Adam encouraged, continuing to run a finger around his butt-hole. Give that cock of yours a good workout. Fuck, I bet you've not been that hard since you were nineteen, have you?
By the time I was fucking him to the hilt, slapping my hairy balls against his own, Andy was no longer hung across the chair, but had raised himself up a fraction so as to grab hold of his own cock, still standing proud and drooling for attention.
The younger lad was perhaps less certain of the validity of his argument, but his cock was pounding away again by this stage and the thought of being able to fuck the team captain in the showers was sending him into overdrive.
The whole room was a mass of naked and semi-naked bodies now - all of them writhing and gyrating in a frenzy of sexual frustration and seemingly totally forgetful of the fact that just a few minutes before they were vying for a ball on a soccer pitch.
His cock was aching more than ever at this point and he found his hand drawn almost instinctively again towards his stocky, beating flesh, which continued to ooze bountiful trickles of pre-cum. His other hand, meantime, was edging its way slowly downwards.
"Now, what about sucking my big, hard dick?" he questioned, as he pulled his swollen shaft from his jeans. "After all, you're a professional footballer, so I've got no fucking problem with you".
It seemed almost to take forever, but at last Esmond's cock began to push through Will's sweet ring - slowly but surely edging its way inside the dark, delectable recess that nestled beyond.
Matt grasped the cock before him by the base and slowly began to lick the very tip of its crown - that Gareth himself glanced round to see that several of the other players were now falling into pairs and threesomes and were savouring the physical delights that each guy had to offer.
Cocks were stiff, balls were tight.. and Gareth wanted to pierce that sweet, young butt-hole of Will's more than he had ever wanted to do anything before.
odd decided to finally replace his tongue with his cock - now fully sheathed and ready to give that shit-hole the sort of pounding that would hopefully help Gareth forget all about some outsider he had happened to meet.
Even Gareth's uncertainties appeared to melt away, as the pair kissed and fucked like animals - the footballer's near-unforgiving hardness slapping further and further into Will's dear young ass-hole with every passing second.
The Dutch lad finally pulled himself from the smooch - but only so that he could trail his tongue down the footballer's muscular neck and chest, sucking and licking Gareth's dark, erect nipples in the process.
As a new resident here in Cell Block Q you will be shaved clean, and will be expected to remain smooth at all times until you are notified personally by myself otherwise.
In fact, it was the very smell of Gus that excited me more than anything. The rich aroma of manly sweat that literally oozed out of him - not least of all in bed. It was under his arms that the smell was most intense. Trapped by those thick, dark, curly hairs.
A few weeks later and I was summoned to a private meeting with another scout back in Pittsburgh. This dude appeared even more convinced of my potential. Said I'd give Brad Pitt a run for his money and that the company he worked for would provide me the opportunity to go as far as I liked with my looks.
By the time I was eighteen, I had tasted and swallowed more cum than most guys might hope to take in a lifetime. But it was still all my own nectar. By now my private desires were becoming so insatiable that not even my over-productive balls could produce the quantity of baby-batter to satisfy my almost insatiable appetite.