I pulled away from Dan and smiled. 'Come on lets wash up we're filthy.' We laughed as we walked back into the showers.
'That was amazing.' Dan was grinning ear to ear as we turned on two knobs right next to each other. After lathering our hands we gave our fronts another scrub, washed each others backs and asses before giving others groins and cocks a gentle clean to remove all of the oil. I could feel myself engorging again, Dan noticed my veins starting to pop and his dick began to twitch but we didn't act on it. We had had a great time and didn't want to overdo it.
We dried and while we changed the conversation went to general talk about Dan's university course. He was studying sports science and was hoping to become a physiotherapist, eventually joining a professional team. He was articulate and intelligent and didn't seem as shy as he did when we first met a few hours ago and he seemed to have grown in stature.
We finished up and left the building, I locked up the main door and the pitch gate and we walked to our cars. I opened my boot and threw in my bag, Dan did the same, slamming it closed I stopped to look at him a few spots down from me.
'Listen, I don't normally do this with new players but I'm going to add you into our Whatsapp group for next week. I'll give you a heads up before I message on Sunday; make sure your name is first on the list ok? I'd like to do this again and hopefully for the next six weeks if you're up for it?'
'I'd like that too.' Dan smiled. 'See you next week.'
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Week Two
Pulling up to the car park I had a spring in my step, Dan was the first to reply when I sent out the message and I couldn't wait to get him in the changing rooms after the match. I had been looking forward to it all week and I'd made sure I was perfectly trimmed and shaved for him. As I got to the pitch he was already there warming up on the other side, I gave him a thumbs up and he returned one with a smile. My stomach gave a little flutter.
The match passed in a flash, Dan was on my team again and I felt like I had an extra engine in me, I felt stronger and faster than usual. It didn't go unnoticed and the guys complimented me when we finished. As usual we stood around assessing the game and warming down before people started to trickle off. I grabbed my bag and said goodnight as I headed towards the showers, giving Dan a quick glance as I left.
He called to me as I walked off. 'I'll see you next week mate, I'm off too.' My stomach sank. I turned back to see him jogging over to shake hands. 'I'm not showering here tonight, sorry.' He spoke quietly so none of the remaining guys could hear.
'Yeah, yeah no worries see you next week mate.' I quickly turned and entered the building, slamming the door a little harder than I intended.
I showered quickly, the quiet changing room felt massive now I was alone with my thoughts. I was so looking forward to tonight and now it was gone, my mind raced. Why doesn't he want to stay? He was ok last week and seemed excited to do it again? He's only here for four more weeks. Shit, what if I scared him off? All these thoughts passed through my mind, I was angry and upset and didn't even have my post match stroke.
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Week Three
As the days passed I calmed down and sent out my usual message on Sunday night, this time I didn't give Dan a heads up. He was still the first to reply saying he was in but I didn't get my hopes up, I concentrated on work and pushed Dan out of my mind. I always had this belief with disappointments that it's the hope that kills you. If I don't get excited, I can't be let down.
Thursday night came round again and I got to the pitch a little earlier than normal, I stretched and warmed up and by the time the guys started turning up I had already worked up a bit of a sweat. Dan was one of the last to arrive and quickly came around to shake hands with everyone. When he got to me he looked up with his blue eyes and smiled as if all was well, he looked genuinely excited to see me but all I felt was a flash of rage. I thought I was over this?
As chance would have it we ended up on separate teams but we generally avoided each other, we were playing on opposite sides of the pitch so didn't have to cross paths. My own game was awful this week, I was sloppy and clumsy with the ball, I couldn't concentrate and just wanted it to be over. Getting to the last 10 minutes my tank was empty and I was hanging back while my team attacked, suddenly the ball popped out loose to Dan standing on the opposite side of the pitch and he started to run towards our goalkeeper. There was no one to defend apart from me but I was over 40 metres away and exhausted. When I saw Dan running with the ball however, that flash of rage came back and I darted across the pitch to meet him. Fuelled by my anger I somehow managed to catch up before he could shoot and put in a challenge with all of my weight, I barely won the ball but I really caught him with my body.
He went flying and I could hear collective groans from the rest of the players. A few came running to check on Dan as he lay in a pile near the edge of the pitch, a couple came to reprimand me for my excessive force reminding me it's a friendly game. I turned and apologised to the lads surrounding me before turning back to go over to Dan and help him up. He was already on his feet, a scowl on his face and was marching over to me.
'What the fuck are you playing at!?' If he wasn't so small I would have been ready to defend myself but with the difference in size and the group of guys between us I wasn't too worried. He was being held back and his face red, he spat as he shouted at me. 'That was fucking uncalled for, it's a friendly fucking game!'
I held my hands up and apologised again. 'I'm sorry mate, it was a bad tackle.' He wasn't having any of it though and was still trying to get at me. His face was contorted in rage but in his eyes he looked hurt and upset.
One of the guys decided to call time and guided him off the pitch towards the car park as I stayed to cool down. Dan had stopped trying to get at me by now and was complaining as he walked off. Eventually things calmed and as usual all of us, minus Dan, stood around and talked about the game before saying our goodbyes. As I walked to the showers I felt bad, why did I smash into him like that? Was I really that upset about him not meeting me last week? We had just met; did I have feelings for him? My footsteps echoed as I pushed the changing room door to reveal an undressed Dan standing in our spot from two weeks ago.
His head snapped up and he glared at me, his eyes were red. He dropped his towel and stormed over, his flaccid cock bounced around and his muscles flexed as he prepared to hit me. I dropped my bag and bundled into him, absorbing his punch into my side I pushed him back towards where he was undressing.