The next day, watching the match with my mates and girlfriend, I couldn't help smiling to myself when I saw Andy Mills scoring the winning goal - taking my team through to the FA cup final.
As everyone in the pub was cheering and celebrating, my mind flashed back to the night before and Andy's hot cock pumping spunk all over my mouth and face.
I felt happy. Partly because I'd played a small part in my team going through, but mostly because I knew Andy would be back in London for the final in just over a month. I couldn't help hoping he'd come back to the hotel.
That night the horniness I'd felt while servicing Andy's cock was finally unleashed with my girlfriend.
I asked her to wear the football shirt I'd bought her last Christmas while she gave me a celebratory blow job and then I bent her over and fucked her good and hard.
As we lay there afterwards she said she didn't know what had gotten into me, but she liked it...if that was winning the semi-finals she couldn't wait to celebrate winning the final!
I tried not to think about the "gay" aspect of what I'd done with Andy – in the end we were just two horny guys, helping each other out (or at least I'd helped him)... and it's nothing different than what happens in boys public schools and prisons. Didn't make either of us gay, just horny.
A month later, I had deliberately arranged to be running the night shift prior to the cup final, using the excuse that I wanted the next day off to watch the match.
Secretly hoping Andy would stay in the hotel and I'd run into him again. Not knowing really what I expected to happen but knowing I wanted to see him again.
I missed Andy checking in since he arrived before my shift started, but as soon as I got chance I checked the computer system – he had checked in alone and ordered food for one to his room. His wife must be away, maybe he planned this? I noticed on his bill he had already accessed the gym and WiFi, pre-ordered a wake-up call, breakfast , newspaper and had made a blanked out purchase on the TV system – usually that means porn, but could be something else.
I was a little disappointed, hoping to see him before the big game, waiting for an excuse to go up to his room. I couldn't help thinking he didn't want a repeat performance and was making do with some porn, I wondered if I had done something to offend him last time. At the same time I wondered why I was so bothered about this – it's not like I had a crush on him.
Then at around 10pm, a call was put through to me from the front desk:
"Duty manager speaking, how can I help?" I answered
"Hi, this is Andy Mills in room 412, I think we met last time I was here"
"Yes, we did, how can I help sir"
"This is a bit sensitive, I need your absolute discretion"
My heart started to race as Andy continued:
"I'm not supposed to drink before a big match, but I'm having trouble relaxing, could you bring me a couple of bottles of lager up without anyone knowing about it?"
"Certainly, sir, you can rely on my absolute discretion, any particular brand of lager?"
With that, I headed towards the hotel bar, personally prepared a tray of two bottles of lager, glasses and headed up to room 412.
My heart was beating fast and my cock already stirring as I knocked on the door. I heard the answer to come in, and took a deep breath as I used my access key to open the door.
Room 412 is one of our best - a corner suite, King size bed with study, sitting area, bath and shower. Andy Mills was sitting up on the bed, naked with a towel wrapped around his waist. I looked up at the TV screen to see he was watching a blonde slut with big tits sucking on a big black cock. Wouldn't have been my choice of skin-flick but I guess the woman was pretty hot and actually reminded me a bit of Andy's wife.
Andy was smirking at me like a Cheshire cat. I put the beer down by the side of the bed and opened one, he picked up the bottle, took a sip. With the other hand I could see he was slowly massaging his cock, manipulating it in such a way that the towel slowly parted and I could see his length growing in his hand.
"I'm glad you're working tonight. Somehow I knew you would be. After last time it seems like you might be my new lucky charm, so, what are you waiting for...you know what service I really want." With that he gestured to his stiff 8 inches and looked up at me, sipping his beer.
I don't know why, but there was something magnetic about him and his cock, I didn't need to be asked twice. I positioned myself on the bed, took his thick cock in my hands and licked the bell-end, slowly kissing his knob and sliding my tongue around the shaft.
He breathed heavily, then I felt the weight of his hand on my head, pushing me onto his meaty cock. I closed my eyes and sucked him the best way I knew how. I could hear the slurping and groaning of the porno playing in the background, as well as Andy's heavy breathing in-between him sipping his lager.
I looked up at him, I was pleased to see his focus was on me, and the performance I was giving bobbing up and down on his cock.
"You're good at this, even better than I remembered" he said, I was strangely proud of my cock-sucking prowess.
He suddenly moved off the bed and stood up, I moved my head, trying not to let his cock be away from my lips for any longer than could be helped. Eventually I was kneeling below him, sucking on his cock from my position on the floor, I moved my head down and began licking on his balls, sucking and teasing – knowing how sensitive they were.
"Good boy" he whispered "do you want some beer? I think you're earning it"
