This story is different to what I usually write about and I have tried something new. As always, constructive feedback is appreciated and all characters are over 18.
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The stream of hot water poured over my head and down my neck as I leaned forward into the shower, the clattering echoed in the empty changing room while I let my aching body get accustomed to the heat. My hands were pressed against the cold tiles and my eyes were closed, for five minutes I stood still before I started washing. It had been a good match today, competitive and physical, but I could feel the pain in my body, I had to slow down.
I had played football all my life, not for a team or to a particularly high standard but I had always played regularly for fun and to keep myself fit. As I got older and my diary busier I made sure I got at least one game in a week. Thursday nights was football night and if I was only going to play once I made sure I ran myself into the ground. Being the hardest working player on the field had always been my mentality when playing any sport, but this very mentality coupled with years of long distance running had taken its toll on my knees and ankles. The morning after I would limp out of bed and need a 20-minute stretch just to get warmed up for the day.
'Yeah.' I said to myself. 'Take it easy.' I lathered my body with soap and scrubbed the sweat and mud off, it pooled around my feet before disappearing down the drain. I washed and conditioned my hair, slicked it back and grabbed the body wash again, rubbing a generous amount into my palms. When I was satisfied with the foam I massaged the soap into my flaccid cock, starting my usual post match stroke.
I didn't even bother checking to see if anyone else was in the changing room with me, none of the other guys that played showered here anymore, they all went home. I started playing here over 15 years ago with a group of friends, eventually the group got bigger as other friends and family joined before eventually shrinking down as people got busier and older. Nowadays, at the age of 40, I was the only original guy still taking part and I was also the oldest, the rest of the players were in their 20's.
These younger players weren't used to showering in an open changing room and probably felt awkward with other guys so they just went home to wash up. In the past the showers would be lively with laughter and post match analysis. Now it was quiet apart from the sound of water and the squelching of my hand around my hardened shaft. I looked down at my veiny cock, it took a while to come to life from the cold but now it was pulsing and thick in my hand, the soap had washed off so I topped it up with some more before leaning my head back into the water and closing my eyes. I stroked slow and steady, working my hand up and down my full length; my other hand cupped my balls and gave a gentle squeeze. As I felt my orgasm approaching I turned back to face the shower and shot a thick load into the shower stream, my cum caught in the hot water and congealed, landing in a sticky pile on the floor tiles. Eventually the water from the shower took it down the drain as I washed myself one more time and stepped out.
I grabbed my towel from the wall and patted myself down; throwing it over my shoulder I walked to the changing room bench and put one leg up, drying from my ankles up, I caught a glimpse of myself in mirror on the wall. I was in good shape for someone who didn't exercise that much anymore, my shoulders were broad and I had long arms with lean muscle and a decent chest. Not particularly muscular but in proportion to the rest of my body with a short, dark mat of hair covering my chest evenly. I had a blocky midriff with a line of hair from my navel down to my crotch and I always carried a bit of extra weight here, but my wide shoulders helped even it out. My lower body was my best feature however, long, toned muscular legs from years of exercise and running. My thighs were large and powerful and when I turned around to look at my ass, it bulged thickly as I moved. I turned back to face the mirror and in between my muscular thighs dangled my softened cock, I had trimmed my pubes short but the shaft and balls were smooth and hairless.
I grabbed a bottle of lotion from my bag and moisturised my face, next I took a bottle of baby oil and squirted a generous amount into my palms and gave my body a once over. I stood upright, my 6'2 frame filled the mirror, I glistened in the changing room lights and admired myself, life wasn't so bad, I should take it a little easier though, and I smiled.
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I would normally send out a group text on a Sunday night asking who wanted to play that week with the first to respond playing and any others going on standby in case we had dropouts. This week was unusual because we were short on players right up to Wednesday night. Eventually one of the guys managed get a player last minute; someone in the group had a neighbor who was home from university and was able to play. This was how I met Dan.
Thursday night came around and stepping onto the pitch I did my usual rounds, saying hi and shaking hands with the players. A few were stretching on the side and others were warming up kicking balls to each other. I didn't think much of Dan when I first met him. He was small, probably 5'4, slender and timid looking. He smiled and said hi when shaking hands but apart from that was quiet. He had clear blue eyes and curly brown hair in a sort of French crop style. His face was round and boyish, with a light moustache and patch of hair on his chin; I would have mistaken him for still being in school if I didn't know he was 19.
We warmed up and started our match, playing for over an hour and stopped for a quick break when the groundskeeper came to leave the pitch keys with me. We had become good friends over the last 15 years and by entrusting me with the lock up it meant that he could get home earlier and didn't have to wait around for us to finish.
I had a pretty good game, I was always slower than the others, that was a given, but I used my strength and experience to my advantage and even scored a couple of goals. Dan was a very good player, quick, agile and much stronger than he looked. After getting a better look at his legs I noticed how muscular they were compared to his frame. His calves bulged when he ran and his thick thighs stuck tightly to his shorts. Luckily he was on my team and I was glad, I didn't want to defend against him running towards me.