My Soccer Lover

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To be very honest, growing up, sport didn’t interest me at all. I always remembered my high school days, when straight guys would go into raptures about the most infinitesimal aspects of some or other game, discussing it as if it were the most important historical event that ever took place. I was always bored out of my mind by these trivialities and would escape at the earliest convenient moment. Although many of these guys rang every bell in my body, I simply couldn’t endure the mindless banter that these discussions generated. Their enthusiasm left me fuckin’ stone cold.After college, once I had established myself in the gay enclave of a large city, I happily embraced my homosexuality and commenced living the life I had always yearned for. In all honesty, I was not interested in relationships at this point in my life. I wanted to sow my wild oats and embrace the lifestyle that my conservative upbringing had always deprived me of.Early on, I found an action bar that always served my needs. I loved the place and although I had the odd below-average evening at the establishment, I mostly left very satisfied with the pleasures that the evening had yielded, after gorging on anonymous encounters.On one such evening, I encountered Cliff Rawtenstall. Our initial contact was nonverbal and consisted of back and forth stares across the bar. Cliff was not my normal cup of tea because he was hefty and large, with an unattractive puffy face. Cliff, however, had the most intriguing and captivating puppy dog eyes I had seen in a long while. As I observed him, I couldn’t believe that a man like him was even faintly garnering my attention.For the following fifteen minutes, nonetheless, I felt myself totally intrigued by him, and when Cliff finally stood up from the barstool and motioned with his head that he was heading upstairs to the action section, as if in a trance, my body simply obeyed his beckoning.Once I got up there, Cliff was waiting for me. Observing him entirely for the first time, without a bar counter dissecting him; I saw he was wearing shorts Escort Sarıyer and a green t-shirt. On the front of the t-shirt there was a yellow diamond surrounding a blue globe, which was dissected by a thin white slanted banner, which I immediately recognized as the Brazilian flag. In small print below the diamond, several dates appeared.Without any conversation, my body was now propelled into one of the booths.Once inside, Cliff surprised me by enfolding me in his arms before he sensually commenced kissing me. There was nothing overtly dramatic about his approach and it felt amorous, rather than carnal. As I was wrapped in his embrace, my arms enfolded his head in a passionate reciprocal gesture. I had never experienced this level of intimacy in one of these cubicles before. All former assignations had always been brief and rushed as if a peremptory statute of briefness governed these casual sexual engagements. Yet here and now, there seemed to be no ‘quickie’ rule governing our tryst.After what seemed like an age of bliss, our clothing languidly began disappearing off our bodies as a furry bulk of flesh began to materialise before me. The mass of hair coating him was soft and luxuriant to the touch, and his bulkiness that had earlier caused ambivalence in appraisal of him, now completely mesmerized me.As we continued to kiss, his hands began kneading my butt cheeks. Very slowly, the fingers of his right hand then edged their way to my portal. Whenever I visited the bar I always arrived prepared for action and therefore, my hole was always well-lubed. When his fingers finally located their target, Cliff let out a laugh.“Looks like you are ready for action,” Cliff said, chuckling.In what seemed like slow motion, Cliff now began to turn my body to face the wall.Next, after pushing my arms to the side of my body with my hands above my head, Cliff then used his feet to coax my legs apart, before pulling my hips toward him. Following that, Cliff then commenced rubbing his dick lazily in my crack to moisten his cock Silivri escort bayan in the lubrication on offer.Cliff now once more amazed me, when he directed his knob gingerly into my manhole. There was no urgency and his infiltration was slow and extremely comfortable. Most guys lacked technique when entering one’s backside and even underendowed men often hurt you as they hastily penetrated your arse. Cliff, however, was one of the rare breed who understood the importance of doing so cautiously and comfortably. His infiltration was seamless and effortless. After what I surmised was a smallish dick-head, as he surged forward and began to prize me open, I was in no doubt that his shaft broadened substantially and that Cliff was impressively endowed.Once all in, the feeling of fulfillment was awesome and unbelievably pleasant. Cliff then held still in me for a minute or two, to allow my sphincter to adapt to the displacement.When his hips finally commenced their leisurely penetrating rhythm, I was overcome by the most glorious sensual sensation. As I euphorically began to push my backside outward invitingly, Cliff’s active hands started swathing my body erotically. I had never before felt a greater level of contentment than I was now experiencing in this establishment. In addition, his excited breathing was completely intoxicating to me.Cliff’s busy hands now began exploring my back, hips, and genitals. Once more, Cliff’s motions were languorous and sensual, far exceeding any past encounter I had undergone in this place. I even apologetically ruminated about my lack of conviction when I had first spotted Cliff earlier on.As our blissful session ensued, I could steadily feel my body’s warning signs start to escalate and I knew that I was heading for an ejaculation of epic proportions. In accordance, I warned Cliff as my throbbing cock once more got fondled.“Let’s do this together,” he advised.Consequently, my own hand took over from him as Cliff clamped onto my hips and started escalating his thrusting as he Topkapı escort commenced hammering my backside.Gloriously, our timing was spot-on and as I heard him grunting in ecstasy, my cock started erupting.Afterward, Cliff surprised me by turning my body around and again passionately kissing me. Another pleasant shock followed when he suggested we go downstairs for a drink. At this point in the past, the suitors I encountered would normally get dressed and make a hasty departure, before I’d even shot my load.As we sat at the bar downstairs and began communicating, Cliff had a really engaging expression on his face, as if special bond now existed between us.After formally introducing himself as Cliff Rawtenstall and telling me that he was a manager in a distribution warehouse, I asked about his unusual surname. Cliff then told me that his dad was British and now lived back in England after he had divorced Cliff’s mother, when he and his sister were fairly young. He also added that his dad’s family originated from Lancashire.Continuing on, Cliff informed me that his mum lived with him and was in fairly poor health. Resultantly, Cliff admitted that he didn’t get out very much.“Who’s looking after your mother tonight?” I asked.“Sadie. She’s our neighbour and gets on very well my mother. Sadie lives next door and if mum needs her, she’s a phone call away,” Cliff assured me.After introducing myself as Liam O’Donohue, I decided to lighten the mood by asking about Cliff’s t-shirt.“Brazil,” he answered, before qualifying, “I’m am crazy about soccer and Brazil is my favourite national team.”Next, after pointing to the dates below the flag he stated, “These are the years that they won the Soccer World Cup.”After I nodded, Cliff then also mentioned that because of his English father, he watched soccer incessantly on the television, before mentioning that it was the only sport he was interested in. Furthermore, he told me that he ardently followed the English Premier League, and that Chelsea was his favourite team.I tried to look as interested as I possibly could upon hearing this news.After a brief pause, his face lit up when he informed me that in two-week’ time, he was flying to England to visit an old buddy who had arranged tickets at Stamford Bridge stadium, the home of Chelsea, where his dream of seeing them play live would finally be realised.

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