Star Goalie Sequel Ch 02

Star Goalie Sequel Ch 02

Soccer—and much more at W&M

Last August, I published "Miguel Our Star Goalie" on Literotica. I received many requests for a sequel. Chapter 01 introduced two more soccer players. They meet Miguel and Jeff in this chapter. This is a stand- alone story, however, but it will be improved if the two prior stories are read first. All characters engaged in sexual activity are over 18. ©Brunosden 2024. All rights reserved.

Carlos and Sean pulled into the driveway of the old Victorian on Wythe Street. They got out, stretched and noticed the cupola of the iconic W&M building a few blocks away towering over the old oaks in the back yard. They were really close to campus. The house had been divided into three apartments on three different floors. It was brick with dark green framed Gothic windows, a rounded turret on one corner and a large wrap-around porch. An old detached garage at the foot of the driveway looked ready to collapse, but the house itself looked sound, almost sinister. There was a big tree-shaded back yard with a built in barbeque. Great place for a pick-up game. They headed for the front door. Inside, one entered directly into the first floor apartment through a new foyer and interior door or up a once-grand staircase to their apartment on the second floor. The third, under the eaves was smaller and reached by a back staircase and the back door.

The owner had fixed up the place quite nicely for a dozen or so students. Their apartment had a large open space across the front—dining in the tower, large sitting room and galley kitchen—probably once two more bedrooms. The back consisted of two large high-ceilinged rooms, sharing a bath containing a modern shower, a claw-foot tub and ancient colorful tile on the floors and walls. A small separate closet contained the toilet. The furniture was old, but serviceable.

Carlos and Sean dropped cases in "their" room, and each selected one of the twins. Sean immediately noticed that he could make good use of the cedar chest at the foot of his bed—he moved it to the head and placed pillows on it—thus effectively lengthening it by 18" to accommodate his 6-6+ long, lanky body. Another trip to the car, and they were installed.

It was time to shop for food. Miguel and Jeff were arriving the following day. Soccer practice and tryouts started the day after while classes were a little over a week away.

The house was apparently deserted except for the two guys. And this of course gave Carlos an idea. "First we fuck. You know how loud I am when you do me. I want to break in this bed. While we're still alone." Already they had had many similar encounters in Carlos' isolated room, but this place wasn't going to afford similar privacy. He moved behind Sean and wrapped his arms around as his fingers unbuttoned the jean shorts, reaching down into the hot, moist genitals which had been held captive, sweating and incubating for the four hour drive. Musk floated up from the opening. The shaft popped out at a perpendicular angle. Sean pulled his tee off and spun around. Carlos' lips were on his nipples in a flash—the difference in their height placing his lips right in line. He knew these were erogenous zones for Sean, and that only a few seconds of this treatment would prime Sean to take him. Carlos was a master at sucking mantits, and Sean loved every minute. Finally, Sean pushed Carlos' shorts down and gripped his ass, pulling the globes apart, inserting several fingers into the resulting cleft.

Carlos stepped out of his shorts, knelt and took Sean's musky dick in for a deep suck and a tongue massage. He feasted for several minutes, bobbing, sucking while fondling the low hangers. He was getting better at taking the 10-incher. Soon Sean was rock hard and Carlos was intoxicated with the musky scents rising from the balls only a few inches from his lips.

He dropped a little lower and sucked in each shaved ball, one at a time, laving each and sucking away the tasty moisture. Finally, he backed off, jumped up and locked his arms around Sean's neck, gripping Sean's waist with his legs. Sean almost lost his balance, but recovered and carefully moved them to his bed where he gently deposited his mate, holding him down with his bulk near the edge while he remained standing. He bent over and started to suck on Carlos' lips as he wiggled out of his jean shorts. Then their chests came together again. By this time, his cock had reached its potential. It was a really long pole, cut, with a shiny apple-shaped head. He reached into one of the boxes on the bed and pulled out a super-sized Astro-lube.

Sean reached down and grabbed behind Carlos' knees and lifted, pushing the legs out and up, rolling his butt and hole into the firing line. He was completely shaved, except for the short curly trapezoid of pubes. The glutes were smooth, round, hot and ready. After a few weeks in the sun, his skin was a nice supple all-over tan. Carlos grabbed his legs and held them in a wide vee. Sean squeezed the stuff onto his dick and spread it. Then he shot a huge gob into Carlos and massaged it with his large long fingers around the rim and deep inside. He slid them in and out a few times, scissored and added another for good measure.

Carlos felt the pressure at his entrance. Even after two weeks of daily sex, he still hadn't fully adjusted to Sean's size, but he was absolutely becoming addicted to bottoming for that long porn dick. The head popped in and both froze. It only took a few seconds. Carlos smiled and Sean pushed, almost immediately making contact with the pleasure nut. Carlos felt the electric shock, and he actually jolted into Sean, burying another two inches inside. Sean began the rock, the pounding push and pull, concentrating just inside the entrance where he could repeatedly punch the love nut. He repeatedly scraped the prostate, bottomed and fell into Carlos, first squeezing and teasing his tits, then moving to his shoulders to hold him in place as he drove ever deeper and faster. Carlos' legs dropped from the shoulders to encircle Sean's ass, so the heels of his feet could pound. Carlos' dick darkened, the hood drew back and his own plum-colored head emerged, dripping with precum. He was one sexy guy when aroused. Dark, hot and sensuous. But, both guys were ready. Next time was for finesse; this was for hot release.

Sean reached down soaked his fingers in Carlos' precum and swept them under his nose as he breathed deeply. He really got off on Carlos' manscent. Then he pushed them into Carlos' lips. Soon Carlos released the fingers and Sean was back, palming the head. Carlos screamed. Then groaned. "Oh. Fuck. You're gonna kill me with the pressure on my dickhead. And damn you're so big. You're in my damn gut. Fuck me Sean. Breed me. Make me yours. Fuuuuck!" Sean felt the first spasm and fisted the head to catch the spunk as he continued to drive. Then he felt the anal ring tighten around his pole as he stroked past it. Carlos filled his hand with cream as the musk filled the air. His own spunk started to rise, then it flowed quickly and shot deep into Carlos' gut. Again and again.

Finally, Sean fell onto Carlos and fed his palm to Carlos' lips who licked it clean. Then he reached down to kiss—and share the delicious Latino spunk. He swore it was better than dulce de leche ice cream. His arms went around Carlos. He lifted, fell backwards on the bed and pulled Carlos on top. Carlos was now riding in a saddle dripping in cum. Sean was still hard and deep inside. He was going for a double play!

Sean launched his hips from the bed using the leverage of his long legs. Carlos' eyes shot wide open. Then he groaned again as Sean's dick crashed through the second ring. How does he do this? Almost every time. Every fuckin time! Every gay guy should have a dick this long to play with. It should be in the fuckin Bill of Rights—hell, the Declaration had promised life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. What could be happier?

Sean held Carlos tight, reaching deep into his gut with his pleasure baton. Their lips touched and their sweaty chests squirmed. He spasmed and spurted again, less this time, but with just as much pleasure. They had finished, but they were still firmly attached, and neither had yet cooled. Great sex with an encore. They were basking in the heated afterglow.

Then, unexpectedly, they heard a door slam downstairs; someone called out; and, two sets of legs started to climb the stairs, presumably lugging heavy suitcases or duffels.

They quickly parted, stood, found and pulled on shorts, having no time for the tees. In fact there wasn't even time to button the shorts completely. And they knew their aroma and their body language was going to betray them. It was totally obvious. Seconds later Jeff and Miguel were at the door to their room. They dropped the bags, stared at Sean and Carlos, standing beside the rumpled bed, both with bedroom hair and sloppy cum-caked chests, and burst into laughter. "I guess we've got two very friendly apartment mates! Don't let us interrupt. Continue as you were, gentlemen!" Then they all started to laugh.

"Fuck, guys. I didn't expect you until tomorrow."

"I guess that's pretty obvious right now. This is the 25

th,

isn't it? We were always booked to arrive today."

Carlos looked over at his phone. "Fuck, I thought today was the 24

th

." He recovered just a bit and reached for his tee, "Well, anyway, this is Sean Casey, my roommate for this year. We went to high school together. He's also a soccer star and here to try out. He's a junior too. Sean, these two idiot hunks are Miguel Allende and Jeff Bridges—two of the worst students and players on the team. I'm surprised that W&M let them come back."

Each in turn shook Sean's hand—it was huge and dwarfed theirs easily--all realizing that he was by far the tallest of the four, obviously the strongest and the most intimidating. Even Jeff, at a little over 6 foot, felt a little like a dwarf. Then both of the Californians took Carlos in a bro-hug. Miguel was the first to speak, "Fuck, my hand smells like spunk. And you Carlos, you smell like a bathhouse early Sunday morning. I know you think you're God's gift to humankind, but shit, right now you stink. Stale spunk is really just stale spunk. Go get a shower, man! Before I lose control and rape you right here." With the last words, he smiled, but his eyes met Carlos', signaling an unspoken challenge and intent. Miguel wanted a shot at Carlos. And the feeling was mutual.

And thus within five minutes of arriving at the house, Miguel and Jeff knew that their roommates were gay and fucking each other. Miguel had been eyeing Carlos for the last year, not sure he was gay and not wanting to try him out for fear of upsetting the team dynamics, but now he knew that he had competition—an alpha giant, no less.

A few minutes later, Carlos called out that they were going to the market. "You guys can unpack. We're going to do a barbeque this evening. We'll decide on meals later."

*****

It had been over two years since Miguel had taken Jeff's virginity and his cherry. They had met at Corpus Christi Prep near San Diego. Jeff is an only child, a rancher, a terrific horseman, quiet and shy and an "A" student. He's about 6-3, dirty blonde, blue eyes and developing some nice athletic muscles. And he's hung. He knew in high school that he was the biggest dick in the locker room, but even at W&M, he was still a stand-out, drawing the eyes and the envy of many.

Miguel was part of an asylum family, well-to-do-Mexicans. His Dad had crossed a cartel capo, and they had to flee for their lives. They landed in San Diego and the rest is history. Miguel was a star—professional quality goalie—not quite 5-10 with typical coffee-colored skin, dark hair and "dancing" dark brown eyes. Jeff had rescued Miguel from some high school bullies, and Miguel in turn had rescued Jeff from his loneliness—and his virginity.

After the rescue, and after Miguel showed Jeff the pleasures of man on man sex, they had become inseparable. Although they continued to date others (girls), they were often "getting it off" together. They had applied and been accepted to W&M and joined the soccer program after a holiday recruiting trip East. Two years later, Miguel was already being considered by professional teams.

Miguel was still being watched by the feds, but the surveillance was loose. The new cartel capos who predecessors had threatened his Dad were still at large. Anything was possible. But, things had been quiet for over two years and Miguel was beginning to feel that the worst was over.

Their "friendship" continued in Williamsburg. Both dated, Jeff pretty seriously with one North Carolina girl for more than a semester. But, they had been roommates with benefits for two years. Now they were off-campus. They had suspected Carlos was probably gay, but he wasn't flamboyant about it, nor did he talk about his sexuality. Now of course they knew. But neither guy knew whom Carlos would be bunking with in their new apartment setting—until he showed up with Sean.

As Miguel and Jeff unpacked and moved in, they discussed the situation. "I guess we're going to be able to maintain our playtimes, Miguel. They won't care. They already owe us one."

"That seems pretty clear to me to. Sean is a real specimen of a man. I wonder where Carlos has been stashing him for the last two years. Did you see the size of that cock in his shorts? Fuck, he was still almost hard and halfway to his knee. I'm surprised the head wasn't sticking out below the hem. I think he's even bigger than you are, Jeff. And Carlos is a really hot piece of ass. I wouldn't mind a round or two with him, now that I know he's gay. I'd love to get in that ass."

Jeff looked over at Miguel, but he wasn't smiling. Miguel was serious. Jeff always knew that Miguel was not monogamous, but until that moment, he thought his only competition were the beautiful bosomy blondes that seemed to hang on Miguel all the time. But, if he were truthful with himself (a rare condition), Jeff realized he was attracted to both Carlos and Sean as well. And he had not been willing to commit exclusively to Miguel. This was going to be a very interesting year!

They headed for the shower while the house was theirs, both chubbed from the encounter and their discussion. Miguel moved in first, handed the new bottle of Harry's bodywash to Jeff, placed his hands widely spaced on the tile and v-eed his legs, pushing his butt into Jeff, his balls hanging low while his stiffy pointed to the tile. Jeff understood the familiar invitation. He soaped and caressed, leaning over and into Miguel, running his cock along the cleft as he reached around and stroked. It wasn't going to take long. Both of the guys had been stoked by the accidental display of their roommates.

Jeff squirted some conditioner onto his fingers and began to open Miguel who was doing a very good imitation of a lap-dancer, wagging his ass into Jeff's gut. He lined up and pressed. Miguel breathed in deeply and felt the welcome head pop inside. "Oh Fuck, Jeff. You are so good to me." Jeff edged up to the love nut and pressed it hard—as he knew Miguel had come to enjoy. Miguel's café au lait skin darkened even more. Jeff held tightly to Miguel's hips and started to pound. Then he pulled out, spun Miguel around and pulled him up into an embrace. Slowly he lowered Miguel back down onto his dick as he started to bounce the agile goalie. Miguel held tightly around the neck and around the Jeff's narrow waist as Jeff held him close, using his ass cheeks to guide him along the length of his pole. It took only a few pumps. Miguel started to spurt, catching Jeff under the chin and dripping down over his pecs. Jeff pushed him to the shower wall, drilled deeply one last time, held it, stiffened his legs to intensify the contact and started to hose.

Miguel felt the spunk deep inside immediately. Miguel's head fell to Jeff's shoulder as he planted a hickey just below the collar line on his neck. Jeff pulled him in tight, welcoming the body contact. Then Jeff released, both guys washed off and left to dry.

The Old Victorian had been christened by its new occupants. And, even though a generation of young guys and gals had occupied those rooms before, and the walls had certainly witnessed a good deal of sex, it was probably one of the most beautiful and sensuous pair of couplings that the place had ever witnessed.

*****

Soccer practice started the next day. And, according to W&M custom, every player had to prove himself worthy of the team and his position every year—even the veterans. Fortunately, since it was still incredibly hot in Southern Virginia in late August, the soccer program had an indoor air-conditioned stadium, with a track, a work-out room and lockers. NCAA rules did not limit the number of players on a team. But, W&M's division did restrict the number who could suit up for any given game—14 plus 4 alternates in the event of injury. W&M had freshmen, JV and varsity teams. So typically, 100 or more tried out each year and 60-70 were selected for the three teams. So the first days of practice were crowded. The frosh candidates reported at 8 for two hours of field work; then moved to the work-out rooms. JV started at 10:30. And the varsity had the afternoon. After the first few days, guys were frequently promoted or demoted from one level to another. Being juniors, Miguel, Jeff, Carlos and Sean all reported in the afternoon. Sean had already decided: he make varsity or he wasn't going to play.

The first two days were really grueling and tough. A head coach and four assistants watched every play, every period, every guy for skill, stamina and potential. All the drills and all the plays were run over and over in rapid succession and without rest breaks. It was the ultimate endurance test as well as a skill assessment. Three were known contenders—and had NCAA records to prove it. Sean, on the other hand, was tested and retested to complete exhaustion both days.

The first cut and the first roster of potential team members was posted early Saturday morning. Sean was up at dawn, waiting at the doors of the gym when it opened. He was really anxious. He had three roommates on the team. He had to make it. And he did. He was really pleased and pumped. In two short weeks he had gone from facing an end to his education and going to work to enrolling at W&M and making the varsity soccer team. He owed it all to Carlos. So he raced back to the apartment to spread the news to his still-sleeping friends.

He heard the sounds of early morning sex emanating from the other room—murmurs, groans, the pound of the headboard on the outside wall, even the soft slap of balls on ass cheeks. He pictured the scene, trying to guess which guy was topping this time. It really didn't matter. They were both hunky guys. He'd fuck either if given the chance. This immediately turned him on. He entered his room and silently closed the door. Carlos had thrown off most of his covers and was sleeping with his face buried into a pillow and his belly on the mattress. His cute bubble butt was perfectly positioned—and inviting. (They both always slept nude—and even the joint bathroom had been declared clothing optional—they were all guys after all.)

He moved to the bed, stripped off his shorts and tee, and very carefully stretched out over Carlos, placing his lubed dick along the cleft. His chest lightly touched Carlos' warm moist back. Then he began to nibble on Carlos' earlobe and on the nape of his neck. Carlos moved his head to the side, smiled, spread his thighs and legs, and pushed his ass up into Sean's gut. "Is this a consolation fuck? Or a victory fuck?"

"Does it make a difference?"

"Not to me. You've got my ass anyway. But obviously to you."