Well I had recovered and work on Monday wasn't quite the same. My bum was sore and my cock felt wrung out. At 19 I was still really a gay virgin although the fun after the footie match had really changed all that. I was determined to have a sex break for at least a couple of days. After all, it certainly couldn't get better than my "Team " experience after helping the blues to victory at the weekend.
Marty, my workmate, came up for a chat when I arrived. He was 20, taller than my 5'8" and like me, slim and lithe.
"Well", he smirked. "Saw some pretty revealing pics of you on facebook at the weekend. What did you get up to?"
"Oh no" I thought as my face reddened. "What have the buggers put on the net?"
Before I could quiz him our boss,Tony came up looking stern. He was a very well-built guy , about 40 with good arms and chest. He had strong legs and a firm, hard physique. He played rugby for a local team and was always on about me switching over to the oval ball but I was pretty content with my match success for the Blues. I thought he was HOT and had spent many a staff meeting dreaming about being in a scrum with him, my face pressed right up to his lovely round bum cheeks and tight shorts. Mm he could tackle me any day.
"I need to see you in my office NOW" he said and marched off with a purposeful stride (and a pretty cute arse to boot). What was this all about? He couldn't have wind of my fun and games after the match already, could he? Perhaps he wanted some cock and arse play too.
"Better get in there" said Marty. He's in no mood for mucking about."
I gave him a grimace and followed Tony reluctantly to his office. We got on pretty well and I thought I was a good worker , giving the boss no reason to bawl me out. If anything I was a bit of an arse licker, always laughing at his jokes, getting coffee and hoping he'd notice me. Even though he was married I fantasised about him grabbing me round the legs, falling on top of me and grinding his hard cock into mine. What was this all about?
Tony was standing looking at his lap top screen when I entered. He looked serious. So It WAS about the face book postings.
"Hey" he said as I closed the door. "Sit down and listen."
I did as I was told certain that I was going to be bawled out. "You know I'm always on at you to join my rugby club" he said. "Well we need you more than ever now. Next weekend we are away and four of our players are injured. We can barely get a full team and desperately need two reserves we can sub in case of injury on the day. What do you say? I know you've played before but don't want to commit full time. Just for one match. Please."
Was that it? Here I was shitting a brick and he just wanted me to help out his team. The relief on my face gave way to a huge grin. "Yeah. only too pleased to help," I said and he smiled from ear to ear. And what a gorgeous smile.
"What, you'll do it?"
"Anything to help my boss" I grinned back. "Especially if you pick me up in your porsche. That would make it really cool and I wouldn't be able to refuse". I'm not sure how I had the cheek to suggest that but I watched his face to see if I'd overstepped the mark.
"OK that's a deal" he grinned. "Thanks. Now back to work."
I turned to go and had just got my hand on the door when he said "But I'm going up on Saturday and staying over till the game on Sunday. Be OK if we share a room? My treat."
I was taken completely by surprise by this and could only mumble "Yeah , cool, can't wait."
"OK that's settled" he said. "Now enough time wasting - get working."
"Marty was keen to hear what had happened between me and Tony and was disappointed when I told him. "Oh yeah, the bosses favourite eh. Well I'm not surprised, you arse licker."
I hit him playfully yet hard in the stomach and he doubled over, coughing. "When he needs help with the tiddly winks team I'm sure he'll come to you" I laughed.
Marty showed me the post on his laptop and thankfully it was a lot less "revealing" than it could have been - just some bare bums in the changing room and lots of huge grins. "So he doesn't know" I thought. "Pity". I had always fancied Marty and wondered what he would think, and do, if he heard about the fun after the match.
The rest of the week was uneventful and at Friday lunch time Tony called me into his office again.
"I'm off to a meeting this afternoon so just checking you're still ok for the weekend. I'll pick you up at about 5 and we can get into the room, relax and have a few beers. Chill out and something to eat before we tuck down, ok?"
"Great by me", I said." See you at 5 tomorrow."
So now it was all set and I whiled away a dull afternoon by fantasising about Tony's strong arms and cute bum. Mmm. If he only knew, I thought.
Tony was right on time and I hefted my overnight and sports bags into the back of his car. A white Porsche eh. Not bad. We chatted about sport and the game to come and Tony thanked me again. "I'll have to see how I can make it up to you," he laughed as we drove along. Just sitting beside him on the leather seats was good enough for now. My underused cock was starting to stiffen after a whole week of rest.
And who knew what was still to come.
We reached the hotel without incident and Tony led the way to check in. At reception he beamed at the cute guy behind the desk.