End of the Footy Season
I go and watch Ben play footy. I find it really hot, him in his shorts all sweaty and messed up. He turns me on like that.
It was a big match, really exciting, the grand final, and they won. The roar was deafening when the siren went.
All that testosterone.
The fans were really pleased, it had been however long, I can’t remember, since they won their last grand final?
So, there was lots of partying back at the club house. People. Alcohol. Speeches. Partners, all dressed up. Food. Music.
It was really nice to watch Ben accepted by all of his team mates, nobody seemed to even question him and me anymore. I was by his side, no one reacted as if it was out of the ordinary.
There was Dancing. Celebrating. Singing. Partying until the very late hours.
His mates were all smiles, there was a lot of back slapping, and arse patting, and hugging and boys kissing, jubilantly.
And a good time was had by all. All the boys were very excited and by the end they were all very drunk.
One of the players Nick Kennedy, his girlfriend, Jackie Pie, who didn’t really feel like she was one of the players cornered me out on the terrace on the outdoor furniture to ask me legal questions. She got us both two large glasses of wine, “I’ve got a few questions.” She smiled nervously.
“Okay,” I said. “Fire away.”
Grant Riddle one of the other players who was big and muscly and really such a strapping, handsome boy, got pretty hammered and towards the end of the night was staggering just a bit when he cozied up to Ben. Grant told him he was fascinated by Ben being gay.
Grant had two stubbies one in each hand. “I got you a drink.” He offered one to Ben. “Because…
“I’m amazed,” Grant slurred. “You’re so, what do I say, so normal.”
“Thanks,” said Ben.
“Just so relaxed…” Grant put his stubby down and grabbed Ben between his two hands, rubbing Ben’s chest and back at the same time. “Look at you, mate, you are such a man,” Grant said. “You are not a little fag.”
“Thanks,” said Ben. “I think.”
Grant rubbed Ben’s chest sensuously. “You’re…” Grant drops his voice. “So sexy, man,” Grant slurred. “I have to say that.”
“Grant, you have drunk too much,” said Ben.
“Quite possibly,” slurred Grant. “But not too much.” Grant continued rubbing Ben’s chest. “Not too much that I can’t appreciate a good looking man.”
“You’re pretty handsome yourself,” said Ben. Not stopping himself from flirting back.
“You are so good looking,” said Grant. You and Josh look like, I don’t know what, super models. You look like super models together.”
Ben was getting just a bit turned on by Grant’s attention. “You’re a sexy boy yourself.” Ben’s always though Grant was cute. Ben has looked at Grant’s muscular legs and chunky arse in the showers. He has ogled Grant’s promising cock.
Grant smiled. “You think?” said Grant coyly. “You guys are so good looking.”
Ben laughed. He was seeing a side of Grant he never thought he’d see, he never realised existed.
“You and Josh just told the world that you loved each other,” said Grant. “I’ve got to respect you for that.”
“Thanks.”
“So natural, so easy, just yourselves, world here we are,” said Grant. “I don’t think I could have done that.”
“We had no choice, really, no choice.”
“Yeah, but you didn’t know how the guys would react, props to you.”
“Thanks Grant.
“And you just seem so happy, man.”
“We are happy.”
Grant picked up his stubby and took a big swig. “You and Josh just blew me away,” said Grant. “Would it be too weird…” Grant cleared his throat and dropped his volume. “If I told you…” He laughed self consciously. I can’t believe I’m telling you this…”
“Telling me what?” said Ben.
Grant took a big swig of his beer, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand when he’d swallowed. “That I… that I have wanked off at night thinking about the two…” Grant twitched noticeably. “Of you two having sex?”
“Grant, I don’t know.”
Grant dropped his voice down to a drunken whisper. “I want to come back to your place and watch the two of you…”
“Have sex?” said Josh.
“Would that be, um, too weird?” asked Grant coyly. Ben though Grant was super sexy when he got all coy and nervous.”
“With Josh and I?”
“You guys are sooo fucken hot,” said Grant. “Take me home,” he slurred.
“You really want to come back to our place?”
Grant looked around as if he was checking no one could hear. He looked back at Ben with his big, blue eyes. “Yes,” he said.
“Grant,” said Ben. He smiled.
Grant winced.
“You surprise me.”
“I surprise myself.”
“Yes,” said Ben tentatively. “I’d have to ask Josh, of course...”
“But what do you think?”
“Yes,” said Ben hesitantly. “Sure. You’re a sexy boy.”
Grant smiled like he’d won something.
“You… you… up for anything.”
“I wanna be… um.” Grant blushed. “I wanna be with both of you.” He looked around nervously again. “I’m curious. I’ve thought about it for a while. And you and Josh.” He hesitated. “I think you are both just so beautiful.”
It was getting late, and I wrapped it up with Jackie and I headed inside to find Ben. I spotted him by the side of the dance floor, seemingly in deep conversation with Grant Riddle.
Cute Grant Riddle. Dark hair, blue eyes, smiles easily. Round, handsome face. Muscular, solid, big chest, narrow waist. And those thighs that always seem just a little too wide for the leg of his footy shorts. And how he fills out those footy short. You know how when guys have thick thighs you expect the front of their shorts to be flat in comparison, not Grant’s shorts. Chatty, funny, a genuinely nice guy, that’s Grant Riddle.
I came up behind Ben, sliding my arms around his waist and nuzzling into the side of his neck.
“See, I love you guys,” said Grant.
I wasn’t expecting Grant to say that. “How are you two guys travelling?” I asked.
“Yeah, good,” said Ben.
“Grrreat,” said Grant.
Grant was clearly happy on booze, that much I could tell.
“Grant’s going to come home with us,” said Ben. “Is that okay with you?”
“Sure,” I said. “One too many drinks to drive, Grant mate?”
“He wants to… um… learn to drive,” said Ben cryptically.
“You don’t drive?” I looked at Grant’s handsome face.
“Not the way I’d like to,” slurred Grant. He smiled nervously at me. He looked at Ben.
Ben did big eyes. Then he looked sideways at Grant. “A loving environment, is what Grant wants,” Ben said. His voice was soft and reassuring.
What I got was Ben being a little weird and Grant, who was clearly quite drunk either wanted a place to lie down and sleep it off, or some loving hands placed upon him, either way I’d always found Grant to be a nice guy, who was more than a little easy on the eyes. One more of the footy guys was statically bound to be gay, and I was thinking we’d somehow found who it was.
“So, are you two handsome boys ready to go?” I asked.
They both smiled at me and said, “Yes,” in unison.
It was a big match, really exciting, the grand final, and they won. The roar was deafening when the siren went.
All that testosterone.
The fans were really pleased, it had been however long, I can’t remember, since they won their last grand final?
So, there was lots of partying back at the club house. People. Alcohol. Speeches. Partners, all dressed up. Food. Music.
It was really nice to watch Ben accepted by all of his team mates, nobody seemed to even question him and me anymore. I was by his side, no one reacted as if it was out of the ordinary.
There was Dancing. Celebrating. Singing. Partying until the very late hours.
His mates were all smiles, there was a lot of back slapping, and arse patting, and hugging and boys kissing, jubilantly.
And a good time was had by all. All the boys were very excited and by the end they were all very drunk.
One of the players Nick Kennedy, his girlfriend, Jackie Pie, who didn’t really feel like she was one of the players cornered me out on the terrace on the outdoor furniture to ask me legal questions. She got us both two large glasses of wine, “I’ve got a few questions.” She smiled nervously.
“Okay,” I said. “Fire away.”
Grant Riddle one of the other players who was big and muscly and really such a strapping, handsome boy, got pretty hammered and towards the end of the night was staggering just a bit when he cozied up to Ben. Grant told him he was fascinated by Ben being gay.
Grant had two stubbies one in each hand. “I got you a drink.” He offered one to Ben. “Because…
“I’m amazed,” Grant slurred. “You’re so, what do I say, so normal.”
“Thanks,” said Ben.
“Just so relaxed…” Grant put his stubby down and grabbed Ben between his two hands, rubbing Ben’s chest and back at the same time. “Look at you, mate, you are such a man,” Grant said. “You are not a little fag.”
“Thanks,” said Ben. “I think.”
Grant rubbed Ben’s chest sensuously. “You’re…” Grant drops his voice. “So sexy, man,” Grant slurred. “I have to say that.”
“Grant, you have drunk too much,” said Ben.
“Quite possibly,” slurred Grant. “But not too much.” Grant continued rubbing Ben’s chest. “Not too much that I can’t appreciate a good looking man.”
“You’re pretty handsome yourself,” said Ben. Not stopping himself from flirting back.
“You are so good looking,” said Grant. You and Josh look like, I don’t know what, super models. You look like super models together.”
Ben was getting just a bit turned on by Grant’s attention. “You’re a sexy boy yourself.” Ben’s always though Grant was cute. Ben has looked at Grant’s muscular legs and chunky arse in the showers. He has ogled Grant’s promising cock.
Grant smiled. “You think?” said Grant coyly. “You guys are so good looking.”
Ben laughed. He was seeing a side of Grant he never thought he’d see, he never realised existed.
“You and Josh just told the world that you loved each other,” said Grant. “I’ve got to respect you for that.”
“Thanks.”
“So natural, so easy, just yourselves, world here we are,” said Grant. “I don’t think I could have done that.”
“We had no choice, really, no choice.”
“Yeah, but you didn’t know how the guys would react, props to you.”
“Thanks Grant.
“And you just seem so happy, man.”
“We are happy.”
Grant picked up his stubby and took a big swig. “You and Josh just blew me away,” said Grant. “Would it be too weird…” Grant cleared his throat and dropped his volume. “If I told you…” He laughed self consciously. I can’t believe I’m telling you this…”
“Telling me what?” said Ben.
Grant took a big swig of his beer, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand when he’d swallowed. “That I… that I have wanked off at night thinking about the two…” Grant twitched noticeably. “Of you two having sex?”
“Grant, I don’t know.”
Grant dropped his voice down to a drunken whisper. “I want to come back to your place and watch the two of you…”
“Have sex?” said Josh.
“Would that be, um, too weird?” asked Grant coyly. Ben though Grant was super sexy when he got all coy and nervous.”
“With Josh and I?”
“You guys are sooo fucken hot,” said Grant. “Take me home,” he slurred.
“You really want to come back to our place?”
Grant looked around as if he was checking no one could hear. He looked back at Ben with his big, blue eyes. “Yes,” he said.
“Grant,” said Ben. He smiled.
Grant winced.
“You surprise me.”
“I surprise myself.”
“Yes,” said Ben tentatively. “I’d have to ask Josh, of course...”
“But what do you think?”
“Yes,” said Ben hesitantly. “Sure. You’re a sexy boy.”
Grant smiled like he’d won something.
“You… you… up for anything.”
“I wanna be… um.” Grant blushed. “I wanna be with both of you.” He looked around nervously again. “I’m curious. I’ve thought about it for a while. And you and Josh.” He hesitated. “I think you are both just so beautiful.”
It was getting late, and I wrapped it up with Jackie and I headed inside to find Ben. I spotted him by the side of the dance floor, seemingly in deep conversation with Grant Riddle.
Cute Grant Riddle. Dark hair, blue eyes, smiles easily. Round, handsome face. Muscular, solid, big chest, narrow waist. And those thighs that always seem just a little too wide for the leg of his footy shorts. And how he fills out those footy short. You know how when guys have thick thighs you expect the front of their shorts to be flat in comparison, not Grant’s shorts. Chatty, funny, a genuinely nice guy, that’s Grant Riddle.
I came up behind Ben, sliding my arms around his waist and nuzzling into the side of his neck.
“See, I love you guys,” said Grant.
I wasn’t expecting Grant to say that. “How are you two guys travelling?” I asked.
“Yeah, good,” said Ben.
“Grrreat,” said Grant.
Grant was clearly happy on booze, that much I could tell.
“Grant’s going to come home with us,” said Ben. “Is that okay with you?”
“Sure,” I said. “One too many drinks to drive, Grant mate?”
“He wants to… um… learn to drive,” said Ben cryptically.
“You don’t drive?” I looked at Grant’s handsome face.
“Not the way I’d like to,” slurred Grant. He smiled nervously at me. He looked at Ben.
Ben did big eyes. Then he looked sideways at Grant. “A loving environment, is what Grant wants,” Ben said. His voice was soft and reassuring.
What I got was Ben being a little weird and Grant, who was clearly quite drunk either wanted a place to lie down and sleep it off, or some loving hands placed upon him, either way I’d always found Grant to be a nice guy, who was more than a little easy on the eyes. One more of the footy guys was statically bound to be gay, and I was thinking we’d somehow found who it was.
“So, are you two handsome boys ready to go?” I asked.
They both smiled at me and said, “Yes,” in unison.
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