"Get moving you fucking fags!" the trainer roared across the playing field. Jake, covered in sweat, reluctantly obeyed. He was tired and dried out, but damn it he wouldn't be the weak link. So he kept running.
The match was already in their favor. Jake's team had scored 3 goals, while the opponents where hardly able to pass the ball to each other. But that wasn't enough for Coach Thomas. He wanted the opposing team to be humiliated.
Leroy kicked the ball to Jake and Jake wanted to curse at him. Now he had to run even faster. The ball raced between his feet and Jake suddenly couldn't coordinate his limbs anymore. A boy from the other team slid between his legs, kicking the ball to one of his own, while disbalancing Jake.
As the crowd jeered, Jake felt like a failure as he inevitably fell down on top of the other player. He was a slim dude, not a muscle on him, tall and blonde, with an evil grin on his face. Jake couldn't help but drop on him and they slid against the railing together. In his defeat, Jake laid still for a second, before he realized his ass was buried on the guy's crotch. Jake turned to apologize to his opponent, but the guy kept grinning. He slapped Jake's thighs, but instead of pushing him off, he held him in his place. It all happened so fast, that by the time the guy pushed himself and Jake up, the game had already continued. Still, Jake was certain he had felt the guy's soft prick grinding against his cleft through both their silk shorts.
Jake quickly regained his composure and kept running to the tune of his coach's screaming. It was a hot Saturday, with only the families of the players standing on the sidelines. After all, college soccer wasn't a big crowd pleaser.
Jake was in his freshman year, studying politics. He was too lean and scrawny for football, though he was incredibly fit, with large calves and a trained stomach. He fitted soccer perfectly and was happy to meet some diverse friends, including Akhmed and Sem, his buddies who were also on the team.
Still, Jake hated his coach and moreover, he hated the captain, Leroy. Leroy was also not a body builder, he even had a big beer belly, but he was strong and fast. Leroy had made fun of Jake from the beginning, setting him up for failure and calling him a pussy despite Jake never doing anything to him.
This is why, when the game ended 4-0 and his team retracted to the locker room, Jake felt a hint of dread at whatever remarks he would endure now. He scanned the field for the blonde opponent, but he was already gone.
A weird tingling occurred in his stomach and Jake didn't know quite why. It should've been disgusting, feeling that flaccid cock through their shorts, but something about the confidence with which the other guy had done it, made Jake feel excited. Not that it mattered. His girlfriend Laura was back at their dorm, probably waiting for her day of studying to be interrupted with a nice fuck. Jake got hard at just the thought.
Jake entered the locker room and was surprised his teammates weren't there. He didn't know of any meeting so he took off his shirt, exposing his flat chest and stomach, and kicked off his shoes. It was then his team came in, elated and joyous over their victory.
"You fucking nailed that goal, bro!" Sem said to Akhmed, hugging him from the side.
"Only because Leroy gave the best assist," Akhmed said humble. But the team agreed. Leroy was the true star. The other guy's jeered and pushed Leroy around, in a friendly manner.
"4-0, I'm pleased, my men. Let Coach Thomas bitch, we're fucking giants!" Leroy jeered, and the team agreed.
Jake listened to it all, while slowly taking down his shorts but leaving his boxers on. Would they make fun of...
"Aaah, here's the bitch of today!" Leroy laughed, confirming Jake's fears.
"Couldn't get us to the 5, could you, pussyboy?" Everyone chuckled. Jake decided to say nothing and turned away.
"Ah, he's alright," Akhmed said as he slapped Jake's butt in companionship. Jake was thankful for his friends.
"Is he though? I would have scored with that pass," Ashton, the ox of the team said. He was already completely naked, massaging his large pecks and rock hard stomach, while staring down Jake's back. Jake felt like he had no choice but to turn and show he was not impressed.
No matter how many times he saw it, Jake was still taken aback by the long hump of meat dangling between Ashtons thick tanned thighs. It started off really broad, while slimming down towards the top, where his skin came together revealing only a tiny slit.
Jake's view was blocked when Leroy's short but, thick cock stood before it. Something about the egal dark skin was noticeably beautiful. For a cock. It was still disgusting, Jake asserted to himself. He looked up and saw Leroy with a crooked smile.