The Soccer Team

[Chance]

*Note: This story is fictitious. All persons and scenes are purely made up. Any similar depiction of a real person is purely coincidence.*


Zak Sterling is a tall, dirty-blond haired kid of about seventeen. His hair is a little long and partially obscures his face. His smile is wide and dazzlingly white, though he rarely shows it. Zak is gay, though he hides this fact from most people. He is muscularly toned and very fit. He's a great soccer player and usually plays striker.

On this sunny, bright day in Portland, Oregon, the soccer team practices hard out on the field. SSC - Sticks Soccer Club - is an advanced and talented team on which Zak Sterling plays. The coach, Mike Broughton, is a loud, aggressive man of about 25. His life is soccer and so he pushes the boys to do their best.

"This guy is insane," he mutters under his breath about Coach Mike as he passes the ball off to a teammate. "The guys need a waterbreak soon in this heat or someone's going to pass out." He swishes his hair out of his eyes and runs down the field to support his fellow strikers in the mock game they're playing for practice. "Finally." he breaths a sigh of relief as Coach Mike whistles for a break. He walks steadily over to the bench with the others. He sits down next to his favorite eyecandy...Zane.

[Sunsetfire]

Zane Rogers - is easily described as a punk kind of eye candy. He is short for his age, but has the perfect, muscular build for almost any sport. He spent a whole summer working on his six-pack. He has short black hair styled in a fauxhawk, with green tips. He has nine piercings, three on his right ear, two on his left ear, one nose piercing, one eyebrow piercing, and two nipple piercings. He has two tattoos, one on his back, styled as if he had demon wings, and an arty design running down his left arm. Zane is a bad-boy. He is smart but lazy (when it comes to school), has a hard shell waiting to be cracked, and is a player. He smokes, too. He is originally from London, England, but his parents and he moved here.

Zane Rogers, the goalie of the team, stood in the goal watching the others run around. Being goalie, his practice so far had been easy. He watched as Zak, one of the hottest on the team, passed the ball, and he sighed. Sometimes he hated it back here in the goal, he never got much action, but he loved doing shit like saving the day. He also loved being able to observe both teams. You see, Zane was bisexual, and he often checked men out from his team and the opposing team. Zane knew being bisexual was awesome, you got the best of both worlds!

Zane heard as Coach Mike called a water break, and he smiled. No he'd be able to work his magic on Zak. Zane ran in with the rest of the team, and sat down next to Zak. "Hey, dude." he said, taking a sip of his water bottle, and looking at Zak. He was hoping Zak found foreign accents sexy. Finishing his drink, he put it down next to him, and smiled slightly at him. "You did great out there," Zane said, his smile growing.

[Chance]

As Zak sat down, Zane, the keeper, sat down next to him. Now, Zak was gay, that was sure, but he wasn't out of the closet yet. It made him feel awful - being so secretive about who he really was. But he couldn't help it, his family was so conservative. Nevertheless, Zane was hot and Zak couldn't deny it. He wasn't sure if Zane was gay or not, but Zak had experienced that vibe from him a few times. He wished fervently that something...anything...could spring up between and sexy Briton. "Hey," Zak controlled his voice with some effort. "You haven't sweated at all," he noticed a little enviously. "Must be kinda easy being goalie." He wished Zane had been sweating...nothing was more of a turn on than a panting, hot, wet athlete...

[Sunsetfire]

Zane laughed, and nodded. "Kinda. I just wish you guys could get to shooting at me more often." he said, smiling, "But Coach Mike will probably notice, and make me run laps at the end of practice." Zane stared at Zak. Zak seemed to be covered in sweat. "I noticed you have sweated..." Zane said, putting his hand on Zak's shoulder. Zane's smile grew brighter as he imagined Zak covered in sweat, panting, and nude on Zane's bed. He could feel himself hardening a littler, but didn't bother to cover it up. In Zane's day dream, he saw himself, also nude, walk into the bed room. He climbed onto the bed, and he and Zak pressed their lips gently together. Lost in thought, Zane didn't feel his erection pushing against his jockstrap, it was forming a small tent noticable to others.

[Chance]

Zak noticed...oh he noticed all right. The large, prodding tent forming on Zane's pants was practically staring him in the face he felt like...He felt his own start to harden but quickly looked away. It didn't help at all, his erection only strengthened. He tried to conceal it with his water bottle...didn't help much. "Yeah, you're probably right. Mike's an ass," he commented quietly, making sure Coach wasn't around.

He stared at Zane's shorts again, his eyes unable to resist. He felt Zane's large hand on his shoulder and liked it there...his heart beat just a bit faster. Feeling time pass faster than usual, he felt as though several awkward minutes had already passed yet it had been only seconds. This was the last thing he wanted between him and Zane - awkwardness. "Want to come to my house tomorrow?" he blurted out, trying to smooth away the silent pause that had lasted mere seconds. "I'm having a party," He explained, trying to recover from his verbal blunder. This was news even to Zak, he hadn't planned on having a party at all...but he needed an excuse to get Zane over to his house. He'd have to call a lot of people tonight, invite them for the party so as to keep up his ruse. He parents - hardcore detectives - were out of town anyway, working on a murder investigation.

"Alright, back to the field!" Mike ordered, gesturing for the boys to get up.

"Good luck," Zak said. Then, he slapped Zane on the ass encouragingly as Zane stood up, like football players often did. He couldn't resist...that nice, round butt was practically making him drool in those short, tight shorts. It was quite a sight...

[Sunsetfire]

Zane broke out of the day-dream when Zak commented on Mike being an ass. Zane totally agreed with. He smiled, laughed, and nodded, and then looked around. He then noticed his own dick, forming a tent in his shorts. He didn't care nor try to cover it up, because Zane felt that trying to stop and erection was trying to stop nature, and no one should mess with nature. He then moved his eyes to Zak's. Zak was so hot, and as he scanned him, he suddenly became more attracted to the other man. He noticed Zak had an erection, too. He was trying to cover it up, but it wasn't really working. Zane smirked, thinking maybe Zak was attracted to him, too.

He heard Zak blurt out that he wanted Zane over tomorrow. Zak quickly said that it was because he was having a party. Zane didn't believe him, and felt like the other man had made it up on the spot. But that wasn't going to stop him from going to a good party, though. "Great!" Zane exclaimed, "'I'll bring the alcohol." He didn't care they were underage, and he hoped Zak didn't either. His main reason for wanting the alcohol, though, was to make it easier to get into bed with Zak. But by the looks of Zak's huge erection, Zak really wanted that, too.

Zane heard Mike shouting at them to get back to the game. Zane sighed, and stood. He then felt someone's had hit his ass. His erection, which Zane thought would die down, only hardened at this slap. He turned his head to see who had done it, and smirked when he saw it was Zak. He slapped Zak on the ass even harder, gave Zak a seductive wink, and returned to his position at the goal.

[Chance]

"Great!" Zak said, happy that Zane would come and provide the alcohol. "I needed someone to bring the drinks. My parents don't drink so they don't keep beer or anything in the house." His mind raced as he thought of the endless possibilities now open to him. With liquor in the equation, perhaps he wouldn't need Zane to be gay to get him in the bed...he grinned devilishly.

After standing up and giving Zane that well-deserved slap on the ass - in which Zak had thoroughly enjoyed fondling and grasping Zane's well rounded rear - he felt a hand slap his own ass...hard. He jumped in surprise, wishing he hadn't so that the hand could've maybe lingered a bit longer. He turned around in time to catch Zane winking seductively at him...this guy had to be gay, or at least bi. Maybe he wouldn't need the alcohol to get Zane...naked, sexy, practically begging to be fucked tonight on his bed.

He smiled at Zane flirtingly and ran quickly to his position on the field...hoping his fast movements would ease the hardened cock almost bulging out of his shorts. His mind raced with thoughts and images of him and Zane, together of course. Zak even imagined them fucking, right now, in the middle of the field. Doing it outside was a fantasy of Zak's...

The rest of practice passed fairly quickly. The scrimmage continued on and Zak even got a few shots off on Zane. He only made one, though. And when Mike blew the whistle for the end of practice, Zak looked around for Jason - his ride home. Zak's car was in the shop for an oil change, and with his parents out of town, he was stranded. He didn't see Jason, though, and realized now that Jason hadn't even showed up for practice...He'd been so distracted by Zane that he hadn't noticed. His heart sunk as he imagined walking home. But then he saw Zane. That sexy ass filled out the shorts completely as he walked confidently to his car. Perhaps Zane could give him a ride? Again, his mind raced with the possibilities. A whole car ride alone with Zane? Who knew what could happen.

"Zane!" he called out eagerly...thinking of fulfilling some of the new opportunities presented to him. "You mind givin' me a ride?"

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Zane saw Zak's smile after Zak got his ass slapped. He smiled to himself, it would be so easy to get into bed with him. The rest of practice was boring. People rarely shot at him, and when they did he usually saved it. All in all, Zane missed only two shots on him, one by Zak. He was happy to see Zak had made a shot, though. The other guy to make a shot was Brent, easily one of the hottest guys on the team. Zane, who had slept with most of the guys on the team, including Mike, knew just how hot Brent was. And man, Brent was damn good in bed.

After practice, almost none of the team bothered showering. They all simply walked to their cars, Zane among them. He walked towards his red pick-up truck, and climbed into the driver's seat. He pushed the key in, and started the engine. As he started to pull out, Zak ran up and asked for a ride. Zane, who was now thinking it would be even easier to get to bed with him, agreed, and Zak hopped into the passenger's side. Zane knew where Zak lived, he's been their a couple of times. He drove their slowly in silence, occasionally smiling hotly at Zak, until they got to his house. "Mind if I come in?" Zane asked, a smile on his face, and he winked.

[Chance]

"Of course not," Zak grinned back. "I was kind of hoping you would, actually." He was no longer ashamed of making his intentions clear. If Zane wanted it...then Zak was willing to give it all he had.

They stepped out of the pick up and walked briskly up to Zak's towering house. It was a large affair. Three stories of immaculately white brick. Tall windows framed on the sides by black shutters and a black front door to match. It was a mdoern home and ivy ran halfway up the sides. His parents were, after all, world class detectives. They were making bank.

Inside, Zak didn't bother sneaking around his parents like he usually did when he brought guys home. No, they weren't even at home. Him and Zane had the entire house all to themselves.

"So, do you want to shower...hit the hot tub...take a dip in the pool...perhaps shoot some pool...or are you old fashioned? The bed, maybe?" He knew exactly by the way Zane's eyes hungrily scanned him that he and his newest hottie were thinking the exact same thing. He instantly took a step forward...closing the gap between him and Zane. He placed one cool hand on Zane's chest..."What's it gonna be?" he asked.

[Sunsetfire]

Zane nodded, and followed Zak into his home. He locked the car before giving the house one look. It was great and expensive, sure better than the apartment Zane lived in. You see, Zane hadn't told anyone, but his parents had kicked him out after they had found out he was bisexual. Well, they'd kicked him out when the found him getting fucked by the thirty year old neighbor in the kitchen. But the best part of Zak's house was the no parents part.

Zane felt Zak put a hand on his chest, and closed the gap between them. Zak hotly told them places they could have sex. Zane didn't realize at first, it took him a second to work it out. When he did, though, he felt his dick harden, and his cheeks redden. He did smile, though. "I think a dip in the pool sounds nice..." Zane said, winking at Zak. He let out a fake gasp, "But I don't have my speedo! What ever am I to do?!"