The Squash Game
Chapter one
‘That’s weird, that side of the motorway is usually chock a block and queueing at this time on a Friday evening’ I thought, pulling onto the exit slip road for the sports centre where I was playing squash with Graham. The carpark was unusually empty as well, easily finding a parking bay when normally I’d have to drive up and down waiting for someone to leave first.
“ It’s Court 8, you should have booked early to get the glass backs, it’s Friday” said the condescending girl behind reception, in answer to my question for one of the nicer glass backed courts, Court 8 was completely enclosed and claustrophobic, without a viewing balcony either. Fuming that Graham hadn’t booked earlier as I’d suggested, I paid and strode to the changing rooms now fired up to thrash the living daylights out of him.
With all 8 courts booked, there would usually be at least 16 men changing to go on court and another 16 to take their place when they came off but this evening there were only a couple of guys in the open showers and another changing. Having seen the guy changing with his regular playing partner quite often we’d only ever nodded a ‘hello’ to them but never really spoken. Now this guy was as hot as fuck, he made my balls twitch every time I saw him, usually already changed to go on court, handsome as fuck dressed in immaculate kit, lovely tan, short blond hair, thick hairy legs and impressive bulges in all the right places, always referring him to Graham, as Adonis guy, we both looked at him jealous as fuck.
Graham and I had been friends since school, as we got older playing and discovering new things together, going without parents on our first holiday camp trip together at 18, the weeklong playing and discoveries went a bit further, finding out that we both enjoyed a bit of cock or at least each other’s. Since then occasionally indulging our itches until a few days after Graham’s19th birthday when his girlfriend announced she was pregnant, a couple of weeks later Graham was married and we refrained from scratching each other’s itches anymore.
I’d been late getting up this morning and didn’t have time for my usual wank to relieve my morning wood, work was busy so neither did I have time for a quick visit with my phone, to the deserted men’s toilets on the top floor either, consequently I’d been nursing a alternating semi to full on erection throughout the day.
I began changing into my not so immaculate squash gear, white t shirt, a pair of unbranded red briefs that had seen better days, black socks, shorts and basic non marking trainers. Sitting down, hoping Graham wasn’t going to be late I looked across to Adonis man, sat manspreading, showing off a very decent cock and bollock bulge between his legs, tapping his phone furiously with a frown on his face. My captivated gaze at his bulge was interrupted by a message ping from my phone, it was Graham, ‘Not going to make it, accident ahead, stationary queue, cops say not moving for at least an hour’. Sending back a thumbs down I now realised why the car park and changing rooms were so empty.
Looking up I saw that adonis man was beginning to get undressed, he’d pulled off his shirt and shorts to reveal he was wearing a brilliant white jockstrap that looked brand new and never been worn. Without forethought I blurted across to him, “You been stood up too”. He turned to look at me, as my eyes were averted down to the substantial bulge in the pouch of his jockstrap. “ I have, he’s stuck on the motorway, you?” “Same” I replied trying my best to keep my eyes on his face and away from his groin. He looked at me, in a way I knew he was contemplating something, “How about you and I play, pity to waste both courts, although I ought to warn you I’m not terribly good, play for the exercise really” ‘Oh fuck’ I thought feeling my cock beginning to stir at just that thought, “That’s a great idea yes , I’m not that good either” I lied, being second on the works squash ladder of 50. “I’m Rob by the way and I’ve got the crappy court 8 booked”. “Can we use that Rob, we had 7 with the viewing gallery booked but I hate being watched, I’m Terry” with a shake of hands we set off down the long narrow corridor to court 8 at the far end. Twice I had to adjust my expectant cock in my not so tight worn out briefs, at the sight of Terry’s butt cheeks squeezed together by the outline of the straps of his jock, finally tucking the bloody thing half lobbed, down over my balls and pulling my briefs up as tight as possible to keep it in place…….
To be continued????
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