He just wanted his team to win. Coach Smith was tall and muscular and handsome and he had not been accustomed to loosing in life. At 24 he had a beautiful wife and promising career. Now at 35 he had been a coach for 11 years and things weren't going so well. He was still married but the career was less promising. Smith was a dedicated football coach at smal...
I'm sitting on the couch in my cousin's beach house. It's the end of the football season and while no one else was keen for a team trip to the beach, my mate Jack had decided that shouldn't stop the two of us from getting a bit of sun. We'd arrived the night before and after a couple of beers we'd retired to our separate rooms to sleep after a full day's tra...
A/N: This story was inspired by an interesting conversation I had with a friend. While matters of race are often fetishized in porn, I found that this approach isn't one that is presented/wanted often. Read the tags and if you aren't interested in this topic, feel free to read another story. This site is an amazing place to find stories of all types, and I w...
1. Alan Murdoch held the cup above his head, a radiant smile of pride on his face, while his team mates clustered round him and the fans roared and chanted their admiration at the team's latest success. Granted, it was just a five-a-side match underneath the roof of the Melborough Sports Arena but, as every soccer player and fan in the land will tell you, f...
"What? Studying on a beautiful Sunday morning?" Caught by surprise, Matt slipped the letter into the center drawer of his dorm desk and looked up at the door to see that his sometimes roommate, Perry Fitzhugh, was standing in the open doorway, dressed to the nines in his polo outfit. Matt hadn't even known what a polo outfit was—high leather boots rising to...
After our victorious match against The Cock Inn, the team played South End Harriers, who beat us 5-0 in a pre-season friendly. They were unbeaten so far in the league season and had clearly marked us down as a guaranteed three points but Dmitri scored the winner in a 2-1 win. I felt imperious as my dick slid past the lips of the smarmy sod who forced me to f...
Chapter 4: Pacing the Field *Author's Note: Thanks so much for sticking with me. I appreciate all of the comments and take them to heart. I know this story isn't fast enough for some of you, but it really starts to heat up in chapter 5.* I woke up in a decent mood, still trying to figure out how the year would go, but cautiously optimistic. "What do yo...
"Listen up, team!" We sat up in our seats, and paid attention. Coach stood in the aisle of the bus, examining the group of young men sitting in the seats in front of him. "Seems traffic has been working against us, so we will have to stop at a hotel along the way. The first place we come across, we will lodge at. We stay there for the night, and then head...
Disclaimer -- Miles and I, as well as the other students involved in this story, were all 18 years old and seniors in high school at the time the event described below took place. * Miles and I grew up together. We lived within about 5 blocks of each other; went to the same elementary school, and our moms took turns carpooling us to/from school. We also hu...
I always preferred the company of boys and never liked to play with girls, even as a child. I have two older brothers and everything in my home was all about three boys. It was a life of sports and typical guy stuff like hunting and fishing, climbing trees, and the things that make a macho father's chest swell with pride. I never really thought much about it...