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By *j1981 OP Man
6 days ago
Redruth |
Dont get me wrong I love my 9- 5 job but the weekends are my time, I coach a small local football team, i say team, really i mean a rowdy bunch of 18- 21 year old lads, you can imagine its like herding cats, all the testosterone and egos flying around on and off the pitch.
I blew sharply into my whistle signalling the end of a match training session, the lads filed off the pitch and into the sports complex, the usual banter ensued as they undressed and piled into the showers soon the locker room was steam filled, i could hear the lads voices as they continued there heckling under the flowing hot water, i looked around god this place needed a tidy, once the lads had left i set too and started on the impossible task id start first in the showers, fetching a mop and bucket i scrubbed the ancient tiles till they looked half decent grabbing s towel i buffed the showerheads , standing back i nodded with approval.
Next task the locker room again i started mopping the floor clean of the lads wet footprints, next i tackled the accumulation of empty and discarded protein bar wrappers and energy drink cans , down one section near the showers a row of hooks lined the wall , one peg held a dicarded well worn football shirt, next to this a damp towel hung limply, lazy buggers i thought to myself , i grabbed it with the intention of throwing it in the laundry sack for collection when i noticed something drop from under it and fall at my feet, i looked down, it was a pair of red boxer shorts, picking them up something happened and i had a sudden urge to sniff them , i raised them to my nose and inhaled,
Mmmm that lovely scent a mix of showergel and deodorant mixed with a masculine scent, i could feeling my cock sturring in my joggers.
Leaning against the wall , i sniffed hungrily at the discarded boxers while simultaneously stroking my joggers bulge.warm from the cleaning my t shirt clung to me , i peeled it off ,my nipples hardened as my skin cooled down, with one hand i toyed my nipples as i breathed in the boxer scent, reaching down i tugged my joggers down, my hard dick straining inside my grey calvin briefs, rubbing the bulge i flicked it aside my penis sprang out, i wanked wildly pushing back against the wall, my bellend now exposed shining and wet with precum, the shaft thick and veined, i knew i was near i dropped the red boxers on the bench seat and grunted as i spunked out all over them coating the inside of the pouch.
After a second or two i regained composure, putting my cock away and pulling my joggers up , next i slipped my t shirt back on.
I was about to dispose of the boxers when a noise caught me off guard, the locker room door opened and in strided Jacob or star striker, he greeted me in his cheeky chappy scouse accent
Aright boss , he said
I was almost home and realised id left me gruds behind.
He reached out and picked the boxers up stuffing them in his jacket pocket.
See you next Saturday coach, he said, and turning left....... |
