The rules are clear in Coach Marcel's Sunday League football team: any player who costs the team a game, will have to give erotic favors to the rest of the crew.
Tony, an 18-year-old player, is deathly afraid of losing a game and having to pleasure his teammates. Not because he doesn't want to do it but because he would enjoy it too much and could be outed for being gay!
When Tony's time to pay up finally comes, he enjoys the punishment so much that his teammates start calling him queer. One teammate, Baz, defends him, telling the others that anyone in that position would be turned on, too.
Baz doesn't just defend Tony, he invites him over to his flat for lunch - with intimacy as an appetizer and dessert.
When they start shacking up, how would the rest of the squad react to having two 'queers' on the team? The Football Men's reaction to the coupling of Tony and Baz is not quite what they fear...
*Hot gay romance for mature audiences.
"That was a seriously piss poor game, Tony, I think we should devise something to really make it clear we are pissed off at you today."
Everybody nodded or spoke. "I agree, Coach, a disappointing result considering how much more talented we were than those plonkers."
That was the team captain. I now had to think about what I was going to do. I could walk, that would be easy, or I could stay and take it, hoping that I wouldn't disgrace myself.
When he came, I did as well and that made me cry my eyes out. I was devastated that everyone there now knew I loved it. It actually wasn't that bad in the end because Basil spoke up quite forcefully when they all started suggesting that I must be gay.
We were both grinning like idiots as we headed for Baz's bedroom. I just knew this was going to be incredible. Hell, I liked the guy a lot, he had a neat body, no hair except in his underarm, pubic hair and some on the lower legs. He was good looking without being pretty and he had that amazing piece of man meat between his legs. To be honest, I was almost gagging to get it in my mouth. The best part of that first session was lying in each other's arms on his bed, kissing and caressing each other's bodies. We were like a couple of school kids whose Christmases had all come at once.
Wednesday rolled around and Mike was on our doorstep, grinning like an idiot. In the privacy of our flat and with plenty of time, we scoped Mike out thoroughly. He was naked of course and getting him to that state had been easy. He arrived early so we sat and talked while dinner finished cooking.