Sunlight pushed through the canopy of foliage, illuminating the grassy clearing hidden between the bushes in a dim, dappled light. The sounds of birds could be heard chirping nearby and in the distance, the cheering and shouting of the families watching the football game, occasionally punctuated with the referee's whistle. Wilf was still laying on his back, chest rising and falling gently, trousers and underwear around his ankles, his shrinking cock slick with Sophie's saliva nestled between his legs as cum slowly oozed from the tip. Sophie was lying atop him, lipstick smeared and smudged, eyeliner running down her cheeks as she cuddled up to Wilfs chest, smiling with satisfaction as his load rested in her stomach, her prize claimed, her goal achieved.
Another goal had just been scored as the referee's whistle blew and the crowd roared with approval, Wilf finally lifting up his heavy arm to check the time. "There's only about fifteen minutes of the game left, we better head back before we're missed," Wilf suggested sadly.
"Yeah, you're probably right," Sophie agreed, pulling herself from Wilfs chest with a forlorn look on her face. She stood up and offered Wilf her hand, helping him to his feet as they stood in the clearing together. "Stay right there," Sophie instructed, turning to retrieve her backpack from the ground, unzipping it and pulling out a towel from inside. She gently took the elderly man's flaccid phallus in her hand and rubbed him down, wiping off all the seed and spy until he was nice and dry and clean. It was oddly intimate as Wilf looked down at her cute little face, somehow accentuated by her ruined makeup and the sweet smiles she flashed at him whenever their eyes met. "There you go, you better head back first, I need to get myself cleaned up," she explained, reaching back into her bag to pull out a spare top and a make-up bag.
"Damn Sophie, you really planned this out didn't you?" Wilf asked, impressed.
Sophie blushed and looked at her feet before replying, "Yeah, I did, I'm just glad that the weather was good today, otherwise I would have had to abandon the plan and god, I really needed your cum Daddy," she admitted as she straightened out her hair, retightening the bobbles that held the pigtails in place.
"Come here," Wilf whispered, pulling the young woman to him and lifting her off the ground by her ass so that they could kiss. Her feet kicked lazily as she hummed with happy satisfaction, feeling so small and weak in comparison to Wilfs strong, manly arms holding her in place. Putting her back on the ground carefully, Wilf shot her a little wink before pulling up his trousers and underwear, walking back towards the opening in the bushes and making his way back out into the sunshine. He took a moment to brush off his clothes of any grass that had accumulated during his taboo liaison before making his way back over to the pitch. Glancing at the scoreboard, he saw that Tommy's team were 3-2 down with just over ten minutes left to play. It was going to be a tight game and he tried his best to look natural as he rejoined the onlooking crowd.
After a couple of minutes, Wilf spotted Sophie headed out of their secret little love den and as she got closer, he was even more impressed than he had been earlier. She had replaced her top with one that wasn't soaked in her own spit and redone her makeup and even Wilf couldn't tell that she had been on her knees, swallowing his cock whole just a few minutes earlier. As she reached him, she gave him a little wink as she took her place on the touchline. "What's the score Mr Dewhurst?" she asked teasingly.
"Risedale are up by one," he replied, "thankfully we haven't missed any goals, Tommy would have known we were missing if he'd scored, but I think he's too busy focusing on the game to notice."
"That's a relief," Sophie commented before they both got engrossed in the final few minutes of the game. Tommy's team were making a break down the wing and a cross was fired into the box. The keeper managed to punch it out of the air, but it landed at the feet of one of the opposing players, they quickly passed it across the six yard box to Tommy, who smashed the ball as hard as he could with his right foot. The ball was flying directly towards the Risedale goalkeeper, who stretched out his hand towards it, his glove made contact but it was traveling at such speed that it wasn't enough, only redirecting the ball to his left and into the back of the net. Tommy's team leapt into the air with joy, celebrating a late equalizer with only four minutes of normal time left to play. The whole team gathered around Tommy to celebrate as the coach tried to shout at them to get back into position for the restart, the game wasn't over yet!
As Tommy ran back to his own side of the pitch, he looked for his Grandad, smiling widely and waving enthusiastically at him as he took up his position, ready to resume the game. "Go on my boy!" Wilf shouted loudly as the parents around him turned to look at him. "That's my Grandson," Wilf explained, beaming with pride as they congratulated him on the goal. Sophie was looking up at him the whole time, eyes filled with love as she reveled at what an amazing man he was. In this moment, she wished she could drag him back to the bush and drain his heavy balls all over again as she felt her pussy twitch with need. She wasn't ready to go all the way with him just yet, but she was getting closer and closer every day and she had no doubt that Wilf would be her first proper lover, the first to show her what sex truly could be and her heart pounded in her chest as she thought about it.
The game resumed and despite both teams being tired, legs heavy, brows sweaty, they both fought tooth and nail knowing that a goal would secure them the game and the three points in the league that meant so much to them. It was end to end stuff at this point, messy and clumsy at times, but breathtakingly entertaining as the contest hung in the balance, everyone in the crowd willing their team on to success. The regulation ninety minutes had passed and extra time had now begun, a minimum of four more minutes until the referees final whistle would be blown. Risedale made a break through the middle of the pitch and Darren dove in with a clumsy slide tackle as the striker surged towards, sending his opponent tumbling to the grass, limbs flailing in every direction. An angry roar went up from the Risedale supporters and the referee quickly blew his whistle, awarding them a free kick and brandishing a yellow card towards the young defender. He looked crestfallen, but Tommy was right by his side, telling him to focus on the upcoming set piece.
Tommy lined up on the far right of the wall to try and block the incoming shot, Darren marking his opposing team's player as the crowd went silent, waiting for what could well be the last kick of the game as the clock continued to tick onwards. Risedales star midfielder was standing over the ball, taking the time to judge his shot, before taking three steps back and running up to strike the ball with his left foot. It spun through the air, curving over Tommy as he jumped desperately to try and head it away, the ball nestling into the top right corner of the goal. Risedale had done it, they'd scored the winner and as the referee blew his whistle three times to signify the end of the game, Tommy's team collapsed to the floor in despair. It was all over, they had lost. Risedale were celebrating like crazy, running over to teammates, parents, and siblings as they cheered and jumped with excitement. As Wilf and Sophie looked on, they were heartbroken for their loved ones, feeling their pain right along with them.
More than a few tears of frustration were shed by the collection of young men as the coach went round his team to try and keep their heads up and encourage them, but there was only so much he could do. Tommy pulled himself off the grass and looked over to his Grandad, running across the pitch and wrapping his arms around Wilf's waist, sobbing softly as he clung to him. "We lost," he whined sadly as Wilf gently stroked his hair to try and soothe him.
"It's ok lad, you tried your best," Wilf said as he got down onto one knee, taking Tommy by the arms and gently moving him back so he could look him in the eye. "Sophie, go and check on Darren," Wilf instructed and she did so, jogging onto the pitch to give her little brother a big hug before leading him back towards his friend. "Listen to me boys," Wilf said, "You can't always win, sometimes you have to lose, that's the way life is. What matters is picking yourself up and keeping on going. You both played really well against a very good team, you shouldn't be sad, you should be proud of yourselves!" He looked up to Sophie and flashed her a smile, "we're both very proud of you, aren't we Sophie?" he asked gently.
"So proud," Sophie answered, "Neither of you were even in the starting eleven a couple of games ago and now you're playing the whole ninety minutes, scoring goals and making important tackles!"
"That's right!" Wilf agreed emphatically, "so keep your chins up, train hard for your next game and you'll be winning again in no time, okay?"
"Okay," both Darren and Tommy replied, wiping away their tears with the hems of their football shirts and smiling for the first time since the final whistle had sounded.
