Star Goalie Sequel Ch 01
Two former soccer teammates meet in the summer
Last August, I published “Miguel, Our Star Goalie” on Literotica. I received many requests for a sequel. This is a side story which leads into a two additional chapter sequel. This is a stand- alone story, however. All characters engaged in sexual activity are over 18. ©Brunosden 2024. All rights reserved.
I was relaxing on a chaise by the pool after my regular late afternoon workout swim. It was early August in Fairfax, Virginia and still hot and muggy, but it felt good to just chill. It seemed that we would be spared the typical afternoon thunder shower. I had just completed a particularly intense ten week internship working on the Hill and would report to summer varsity soccer practice at William and Mary in less than two weeks. My Mom and Dad had agreed to almost two weeks “off” between work and my junior year. I’m Carlos Lopez, by the way.
William but I had never been obvious around the soccer guys (and never hit on a teammate) and so Sean wasn’t sure. He was dripping with sweat. “How about a cool-down swim first? I think you could use it.”
“I don’t have a suit in the truck and these jeans are really dirty after a full day.”
“You can swim in your underwear. My folks are going out to dinner tonight after work and won’t be home for hours.”
Sean looked like he wanted to swim, but paused. “I’m commando, Carlos.”
“Fuck, I don’t care. I’m seen you naked in the showers many times. If I remember correctly, you’ve got a nice piece of meat hanging between your legs. The outdoor shower is over there. I’ll pull these off if it makes you more comfortable.”
Sean was now pretty sure that the rumors had been accurate. No one but a gay would describe another guy’s dick in the first few minutes of conversation. Sean himself was a little unsure about his sexuality. He had experimented a bit with an older guy, a neighbor, who had come on to him, but not in the last month because the guy was on vacation with his family. It had been a long time since his last date. And, he was hot. So he walked to the alcove, lost the jean shorts and showered. As he walked back to the pool and dove in, I thought to himself, “Fuck. This guy is gorgeous. Tall, real blonde, long skinny dick, man-scaped, nice muscles on a lanky frame. He’s been working out the last two years. And the ass was brilliant white in contrast to his deeply tanned chest and back. Where has he been all my life?” So I slipped off my Speedo and dove in after him, hoping that with a little seduction, I might find a friend. Although I had completed my laps for the day, I matched him lap for lap for about ten minutes, until he finally stopped and stood in chest deep water in the corner. “God. That felt good.”
For the next few minutes, we traded stories about the last couple of years. I told him I was majoring in poli-sci and thus the summer internship. Sean talked about his community college experience Anadolu yakası travesti (he was living at home, majoring in computer science) and filled in some details about his family and his father’s accident. “It looks like I’m taking a year off—maybe I’m finished with higher ed. We’ll have to see. There are four more Casey’s after me. I think I’ll be able to get a tech job in the fall.”
Throughout the discussion we stood by the coping in the corner facing each other (although I was treading since Sean had 10 inches or more on me), I noted that both our eyes frequently drifted to the distorted chubs beneath the water. The mutual attraction became really very obvious. I was convinced: this guy was ripe for the taking—and I was ready to do that taking. I was now really horny. Sean had coincidentally cum to the same conclusion. I reached over, fisted his cock and pulled him into me. Our lips touched and my legs came up and surrounded Sean’s thighs. I had committed. There was no turning back. Either I had a friend, or Sean was going to bash me in the face, dress quickly and leave. But, he didn’t. His arms went around my back and he adjusted his stance. Our cocks began the dance that never fails to please; the duel where both swordsmen prevail.
We made out for several minutes, probing nipples and stroking asses. Sean pulled me up, positioning his dick under me and his fingers probed the cleft as he palmed my cheeks. Our rigid dicks dueled. “Fuck Sean, you really feel good. Let’s take this to my room.”
“That depends. I’ve only done this with one guy—an older guy. And, I always topped. I’m an anal virgin. I don’t bottom.”
“I think I can handle that—at least for this afternoon.”
“So lead the way.”
“How the fuck am I going to lead the way unless you put me down?”
Without releasing the grip he had on my glutes, Sean lifted me to the coping, demonstrating his strength. Clearly yard work had brought him to physical perfection. Sean was definitely the stronger, bigger and more dominant of the two of us. As he placed me on the coping, Sean leaned in, used a fist to pull the hood down and kissed the head of my dick, pausing just a few seconds to suck. Then he backed off and hoisted himself out of the pool. Clearly his first teacher had been very good. He was a nice polite fuck—he was already making friends with my other brain.
We stood and headed for the house. My room was over the garage, separated from the old brick two story by a breezeway that had been enclosed and reached by a “back” staircase. I led the way to the large room with windows on three sides and a large king bed floating in the center. It was messy and cluttered. Mom did not invade this territory. She just put the new sheets on the lowest stair every week and left the rest to me. If I didn’t use the hamper, I’d have no clothes. I bent to push my clothes from the bed, and Sean moved behind me and circled my waist with strong arms. Anadolu yakası travestileri Then he bent and forced me down at the edge of the mattress. He vee-d my legs and pulled my arms up over my head, holding them with one arm. “These stay here, boy.” I realized that his tutor had been a natural sub and had taught Sean to take control. I was okay with that, at least for now. I was vers. I murmured that the “stuff” was in the bookcase headboard. This was apparently going to be a quickie.
Sean remained in place, holding me belly-down on the bed, slipping his long hose-like dick up and along the cleavage. I started to sweat, squirm and moan loudly—until Sean reached up, grabbed a pair of my briefs, brought them to his nose to smell and stuffed them in my mouth. (I guess his sub was a screamer.) Then he knelt, pulled the glutes apart and stared at my shaved and quivering beige-pink rim as he reached over to lube his fingers. He used lubed fingers to begin opening. “Fuck, man, you are tight! I thought you gay guys were easier.”
“It’s been a long time since anyone has been in your position, Sean. And for that matter, it’s been a long time since I’ve been in this one. But, I trust you. Just go slow.”
One finger, then two. Then Sean withdrew and his tongue reached out to tease. His lips latched on and he invaded while he sucked. I couldn’t believe the intensity of his feelings, the professionalism of a guy I thought to be mostly hetero. I started to push my ass up into Sean’s face. He continued probing as deeply as his tongue could. Then he backed off.
Sean whacked my ass a few times—obviously foreplay, not punishing. Then he flipped me over and lifted my legs to shoulder height, positioning my hole just in front of his solid dick.
At that point I had my first look at Sean’s rock hard, fully-erect cock. My eyes must have gone wide in terror. Sean was definitely a 99th percentile grower. Although his dick was about the size of the handle of a pool cue, it was long—really long, certainly ten inches plus. Sean was cut, but the head was like a pool-ball, dark, shiny and oozing pre-cum so it glistened on the fluted collar of the cut, like the glittery ball at the end of a drum majorette’s baton. I barely got out the words, “Sean, that pole is enormous! Are you sure?” Now I knew why his neighbor had seduced Sean as his top. This was going to be a wild experience!
But, before I could protest further, the head was wrapped and poised at the entrance. I felt the pressure. “It’s going to tear me up! It’s going to rip!” But the pressure continued. Finally, I took a deep breath, pushed down and the head popped in. I saw stars; then felt the pain and pressure. Sean froze, then, after I must have given a signal that I was ready, he started to rock, gaining a quarter inch with each thrust. Soon he was poking my prostate and the game changed instantly. I eased out a murmur of pleasure—around the fabric of my Travesti abadolu yakası briefs, “Yessssss, right there, right there.”
All the pain was forgotten as the cock’s relentless intrusion continued. Fuck, I was so full. And the length! Sean bottomed with inches to spare. He was a like a goddamned stallion. He was going for the roses. He stroked over and over, pulling out so far that only the head remained inside, then thrust harder and harder. My rigid dick was bouncing off my abs with each thrust, making a loud slap. And suddenly another gate opened and my ass-cunt swallowed the whole dick. There was searing pain, a flash of blinding blue-white light, a blast of liquid lube deep inside, then an almost instantaneous spread of pleasurable endorphins. Sean leaned in, jack-knifed me and began the hard pounding that signaled his end was near. Fuck, he was a machine. No, an animal with a big long bull-dick.
I felt it. But, I also felt in my deepest gut the beginnings of a powerful orgasm. My cock had never been so hard—the hood had drawn completely down of its own accord. I was leaking copiously and the fluid was clear as Sean milked my nut. Then the inexorable wave of pleasure started and rolled like a giant surfing curl. My cock expanded still more until I thought it would burst. Then came the crest. Crash! The first spasm let loose. Then another. And then I gushed, the fluid morphing to a creamy rope, spotting my chest with creamy droplets and worms of spunk.
Sean fell in, stiffened his long legs and snapped his hips to reach maximum depth and pound the nut, reached down to take my lips in his. He started to pulse. Snap and pulse. Snap and pulse. Filling the condom chamber to near-bursting. And each pulse pounded my love nut pushing me almost to the point of insanity.
And then just as quickly as the storm had broken, it ended. Sean rolled off onto his back beside me. He pulled off the safe, tied it securely and dropped it on my chest, like a dog walker dropping his do-bag. We were breathless for several minutes, until I whispered, “Fuck. That was the fucking best I’ve ever had! Where have you been all my life? I need you in Williamsburg. I could become addicted to that kind of fuck. You’re wasting your talents on that old man. We need to talk, Sean.”
Later, we showered. I lent Sean some loose b-ball shorts and a tee to get home. And Sean left with a promise to return soon, and with a dateon Saturday.
******
I mentioned the problems of the Casey family at breakfast the next morning. We talked about the situation. Mom knew immediately what the problem was and suggested a few solutions. She had handled the same issues many times before. I explained that Sean really needed to go to W&M, but circumstances were standing in the way. So Mom agreed to call the Casey’s and offer her assistance.
By the weekend, it appeared that the logjam had been broken and that an adjudication of disability was imminent. Mom knew which levers to pull and which buttons to push. It was likely that a family crisis had been averted and that Sean would be on his way to Williamsburg—for the soccer tryouts and the semester. I was anxious to provide the news (and take the credit when we met for the date), but Sean already knew. And he knew that I had engineered his liberation.