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Since the beginning of the season, we'd been struggling to get our game down. The majority of our team was made up of freshmen and sophomores. Then there was me and three other juniors with only one senior, the goalie.Tonight's match was tight, and it was still scoreless with time running out. The last thing we wanted was to go into extra time or have to decide the game with goal kicks. We just weren't good enough for all that.Just when it seemed that we couldn't win, we caught a break...One of our freshman defenders had managed to intercept the ball at the top of our box. With quick thinking, he kicked it out clean to our wingman, who was now in a steady sprint, dribbling down the left-center of the pitch.As he raced past mid-field, I ran with him at an angle. I was just to his left some 15 yards or so ahead of him. But we still had one defender waiting up in front of me. The defender had to wait because if he jumped one of us too quickly, it would free up the other.C'mon, c'mon...pass it, pass it. I kept thinking to myself, knowing that I was running out of time. Finally, the defender made his choice, and he chose not to move as we were coming upon him.Just as I was about to reach him, our wingman lays out a perfect lob pass. It was a perfect kick, and the ball was airborne. I shifted gears as soon as my teammate's foot touched the ball and ran past the last defender without fear of being called for offsides.The poor guy never stood a chance. We caught him flat-footed. I ran right past him as he tripped when he started turning to run with me. The ball was in the air, and he was down. I knew I had a clean break.But that pass, that pass was biblical. That fucking ball seemed to hang up in the air for a fucking eternity. It didn't but damn, it felt like it did.The ball came down softly about five yards ahead of me with almost no bounce. Perfect, I thought to myself. I was in a full sprint, and I was on it. So now it was only me coming down the left side of the pitch, angling towards the top left corner of the box.Out of the corner of my eye, I could see another defender making a direct move on me, but he was too far away. Even with his perfect pursuit angle, he wouldn't reach me in time.It was just the goalie and me now. What would the goalie do? Would he stay back, or would he rush me? Think David, think, that thought kept repeating itself over and over in my head. No more time to think. I was a split second from having to decide my next move.One of us had to make a move, then it happened. The goalie blinked; he made his move by running straight at me.By doing that, he had the middle of the goal back across to the left post, cut off to me. But the far side, oh, that far right-side post of the goal, that side was open.My eyes opened wide, seeing the opening available to me. They*must've looked like two cherries in a bowl of milk. As I entered the box's top left side, I sidestepped to the right, and I unloaded. A perfect kick, hitting a "Lightning bolt," as the announcer on TV would say about my kick, sending the ball on a perfect diagonal trajectory towards the far-right post.The image of the ball on a line towards the post was the last I'd see of it. Suddenly Büyükçekmece escort I felt a body slamming into me. The next few seconds were a blur as I felt my body hit the ground. I rolled with somebody rolling over, then off of me.As my senses started coming back to me, I could hear the roar of the crowd! What'd I miss?What I had missed seeing was the ball zipping towards the far post. The goalie, frozen. All the poor bastard could do was watch the ball go right past him because he hadn't covered enough ground. He was still too far back and slightly to the left. He was out of position.Bang! The ball hit just inside of the right post and ricocheted into the back of the net."Goooooooooooal!!" Isn't that what the guy on TV screams?It was beautiful, and that was all we needed. Ten minutes later, the match was over, and we had just won the right to play in our conference tournament after having started the season playing like shit.Amongst all the high five's and all the ass patting and hugs, I happened to look up into the stands. There he stood, all six-five of him in his military fatigues, standing tall. He was too far away for me to see the expression on his face, and then just like that, he turned and started to leave.The goal I had just kicked and the dramatic fashion in which the game had just played out was a thrill. I was extremely excited. But the sight of Thomas watching me made all of that seem like church on a Wednesday night.I had no clue that he would be there. I barely remember telling him over the weekend about my game. But, as soon as I laid eyes on him, my heart and emotions started racing. He had been all that I thought of for the past four days. He had left me with feelings and emotions that I've never felt before towards a*woman. This ate at me and*confused me to no end. He's a fucking man! What the fuck is wrong with you? I'd often break my obsessive thinking of him with those final thoughts.*My excitement and rush of emotions*having*seen him right at that moment wouldn't last for long; the sensation of a small hand on my ass would see to that."God, that was so hot watching you play!" I turned with a half startled look in my eye.It was Frances Holloway, a very pretty young lady that had been after me all year. I had taken her out a couple of times but couldn't bring myself to give her any more time. Frances wanted a serious relationship.The thing is, if I know a girl wants to be more than fuck buddies, I won't continue to mess*with her. I don't want to deal with the mess afterward. You know, how she wanted more, and all you wanted was just a quick roll; now she's heartbroken, and everyone is talking about how you're an asshole for breaking her heart. Asking you, how could you lead her on like that? Blah, blah, blah.*Nah, you can keep all that."Hey gorgeous, thanks." I just smiled, giving*her a quick response. My answers were always short and sweet with Frances."So, get dressed, and let's go celebrate. A bunch of us are getting together at Mikes', so hurry up!" I smiled, knowing that I had a split second to answer her without sounding weird."Yeah, ok, I'll see you there!" Another quick answer, Çatalca escort bayan a big smile, a quick kiss to her cheek, and I'm out of there. I was off, running towards the locker room to celebrate.Yeah, babe, that's not happening, I thought to myself.Once the noise had died down in the locker room, everyone started to shower and get dressed. I sat down in front of my locker as I do after every home game. I sat there with my head down, slightly hunched over with my elbows on my knees."Great game, man! Makes staying for my senior year worth it."I could tell you who that voice belonged to in a pitch-dark room, Larry Ruiz, our senior goalie. I looked up, and instantly an alarm was going off in my head, like one of those damn amber alerts that suddenly comes over your cell phone at the wrong time without warning.Let me explain.Larry and I have an after-game ritual. First, he'll come over and hand me a bottled sports drink. Then, I'll stand*and*take the drink in*one hand; he gives me the big-bro handshake with the other. So first, our hands make a loud clapping sound as they smack together, then we pull each other in for the big-bro hug. We do this after every game.See, the thing is, Larry is always naked when we do this. So it's never been a big deal, and it's the same routine after every game, win, lose or draw?the same routine after every game.But this time, as I heard*the sound of his voice and before standing*up, I glanced over*to find myself at eye level with his crotch. That's when the alarm goes off in my head. For the first time in three years, I notice that Larry isn't circumcised. His cock is big but not the biggest that I've seen. It is, however, very thick, almost as thick as Thomas's cock. Almost.Typically, none of this stuff registers in my head, but today alarms are going off in my head, and I can't take my eyes off of it. It's dark and the head of his cock, what little I can see of it, is purple. Because it's not circumcised, it makes his cock look like a fat guy wearing a hoodie."You ok, bro?" His question startles me as a cold chill instantly comes over me. I suddenly realized that he had caught me staring at his cock."Um...yeah, yeah... I'm g-great!" I was stuttering at this point as I struggled to respond while jumping up to take his hand for the big-bro handshake. Just in case you don't remember, I'm not very tall, and while Larry isn't six-five, he's a solid six feet tall.The next part made my face light on fire with a solid blush. After giving me my big-bro handshake with a big-bro hug, Larry looks me right in the eye and winks. My heart sunk. In the three years of being his teammate, he's never winked at me.Not once, not ever.Then he smiles and turns to head back to his locker. But he didn't just let go of my hand. Instead, he held it through his turn, squeezing it as he released it.Holy fuck! Holy fuck! Those two words were now on a loop inside my head as I did everything I could to remain calm.I took the drink, opened it up, and started to take a sip when I noticed that my hand was trembling. As I sat back down, I started asking myself over and over question after question in my head; did he Escort Esenler catch me looking at his cock?!*Why were you looking at his cock? What the fuck is wrong with you!"Soon after that, one by one, my teammates came by to congratulate me on the game-winning goal. Luckily, I regained my composure and found myself doing something that I had never done before. I was purposely making sure that I wasn't looking below anyone's waist. That's right; I had to keep myself from looking at their cocks.Finally, I had made it through; everyone was almost gone, I could allow myself to breathe.*My last ritual after every home game is that I take my time getting out of the locker room. Always. Today wasn't going to be any different. Usually, when I'm done, there's an equipment manager still hanging around, and he locks up after me. On the occasion when there's not one, a custodian will close up.Being a star athlete at a major university has its perks.Finally, my head was clear, and as I was showering, I could allow myself to think back on the weekend. It had been the most intense weekend of my*life.It had been an awakening and a weekend full of firsts. From that Friday afternoon letting Thomas have my virginity and fuck me for hours to that next Saturday afternoon watching a basketball game*on his couch and learning to give my first blowjob. I couldn't even get half of his cock into my mouth, but oh how I tried. Then later that night, being woke up*from a hard sleep to allow him to mercilessly fuck me with reckless abandon, my weekend was intense.Flashing to the moment of*Thomas cumming in my mouth and the fear that I would choke on it only to hear Thomas's voice telling me to calm down."Just swallow what you can, babe, swallow what you can," I remember him saying in a soothing voice as he gently rubbed my back while I regained my composure to finish swallowing his cum. The thought of his one hand on my back, the other pulling my hair from my face. Me doing as he said, all the while swallowing every drop of his cum.I kept showering with*my thoughts racing through my mind, oblivious to my surroundings, I started to recall how intense that Saturday night was, but I stopped myself?instead,*choosing to remember*how*he'd left my virgin hole battered and bruised for days. Today was the first day that I could actually sit down without feeling any of the residue aches from the weekend.Still, as I showered, I couldn't stop most of the past weekend from*coming back to me?~ ~ ~I should have known Saturday would be a bit on the intense side from the very beginning. It started with a*knock at the front door as I sat on the toilet with the bathroom door open. Then, in the distance, I heard Thomas talking to a familiar voice."Yeah, Mary, he's here. He's taking a shit, I think." I remember him saying.Oh, my Gawd!! Did Thomas tell your sister that you were in the bathroom taking a shit?! A voice in my head was screaming at my consciousness."No fucking way!" I mumbled to myself as I felt my heart drop into my testicles."Yeah, yeah, no worries. I'll have him call you, or if you want, I'll send him over to your office." I could hear Thomas responding to her, but I couldn't hear her voice."Yeah, I caught the little shit in my fridge, but don't worry Mary, he's fine. We hit it off, and he crashed here last night." And with that, Mary was gone.I finished what I was doing, and the rest of the afternoon, Thomas had a blast watching me squirm over my sister, knowing that I had spent the night with him.