As I hit send on my usual Sunday night message I felt a pang of sadness that I only had one week left with Dan before he went back to uni. The summer had been unbelievable, some of the best sex of my life and Dan and I were really getting to know each other well. My phone vibrated as the guys replied in a flurry of messages and we had our list of players ready for Thursday.
On Wednesday evening that all changed however, a bout of flu and unforeseen family reasons meant that a load of the guys had to drop out, leaving us four players short. By Thursday morning we had replaced three of them but we were still scrambling around for a final player in the late afternoon until Dan stepped in to save the day.
'I've got a guy, a mate from school who is back from uni over the summer as well.' read his text.
'Brilliant, he is in.' I responded, relieved we had a final player I got on with the rest of my day. I wanted to make our final time together so I made sure I was suitably prepped for our post match warm down and shaved my balls and undercarriage smooth, I trimmed the rest of my hair with clippers and got a fresh bottle of oil. That pang of sadness returned throughout the day but I found solace that he would be back over Christmas, although we normally took a break from playing during the holidays so Dan and I planned to meet up for dinner and drinks.
I had grown to really like him, not just for the sex but as a friend as well, for someone a lot younger than me we had a lot in common and I saw a little of myself in him. I had accepted my bisexuality during my own university days and felt empowered to come out to my family and friends before I graduated.
Dan had come out just before he left to start university, he told me it made the relationship difficult with his father, who coached the team he used to play for, but most of his teammates were supportive and gave him a lot of confidence before leaving home. Now, a year or so later, his relationship with his dad was better and he was a lot happier in himself.
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Sitting in my car looking at the time, I was already five minutes late for kick off, there had been an accident on the way and I had to loop around some back roads to get to the pitch. By the time I got there I was 15 minutes late and the guys had already started, I ran on and grabbed a bib, taking my position on the pitch and jumping straight into the match. I shouted my apologies to the lads as I stretched and warmed up while I played. It was only ten minutes later that I noticed a young player I didn't recognise on the opposite team who I assumed was Dan's friend. When we had a drinks break half way through Dan brought him over to introduce to me.
'This is Benji, he used to play with me in the team that my dad coached.' Dan pointed to the towering player next to him. He actually seemed a similar height to me, maybe even a little shorter at 6'1 but he looked so much bigger standing next to little Dan. His skin was a warm chestnut brown, I guessed he was mixed race, his hair was cut into a fade style with his natural curls sitting higher on top, highlighted blonde.
'How you doing mate?' He smiled and stuck out a large hand, I gripped it in my own and we shook. I got a good look at his eyes, a beautiful shade of amber. His smile was framed by a thin mustache on his upper lip and a patch of hair on his chin.
'Good thanks, thanks for coming in last minute.' His skin was soft in my palm, his fingers long and slender and the muscles on his forearm twitched like corded wires when he moved.
'It's my pleasure, if I had known you guys played I would have asked Dan to see if I could get a regular spot while I was home over summer.' Benji had a smooth, deep voice; he was articulate and well spoken.
'Maybe we can keep you on standby the next time you're back?' I suggested, we finished with our drinks and got back on the pitch. The rest of the match was uneventful, no major incidents or injuries and we ended with the usual recap on the side of the pitch. Benji was a great player, fast and physical and great with the ball, the lads complimented him while we stood around. As some of them started to leave I caught Dan's eye and made a move for the changing rooms until I realised I had left my gym bag in my car when rushing to get to the pitch.
'I'll meet you in there.' I muttered quietly as I jogged past him to the car park.
A couple minutes later I was walking into the building and making my way down to the changing rooms, the clattering from my boots echoed and filled the hallway. I couldn't wait to ravish Dan; I wanted him once sweaty and then again once we had showered. I pushed open the door and entered with excitement to see Dan sitting naked on the bench. I strode over to him ready to take him in my arms until I heard a shower turn on and a voice from inside echoing out. I cocked my head towards the sound as if to say 'who's in there?' but by the time I got to him I could see around the corner and could tell it was Benji.
Sitting down opposite Dan he spoke quietly. 'Benji's going to shower up and leave, he should be quick.'
'Ok lets give him five to finish off before we get in.' I undressed and stood opposite Dan, my cock dangled in his eye line and was coming to life already, the mere thought of fucking Dan and seeing his lean body shook off the cold quickly.
