I began to match his hip thrusts and soon I had him deeply moaning in ecstasy. I leaned forward ,chest to chest, and begin kissing his face and nibbli...g on his neck and then I plunged my tongue deep in to his mouth.His hip thrusts got even harder and I knew in the morning my asshole was going to be satisfyingly sore. I wanted to feel his hot cum in my ass so I began to rhythmically stroke his cock with my ass muscles. I knew where his cock was the most sensitive was just beneath the head so II. The suspicion that this player was my new crush – Roger Thornhill – was confirmed when he left the pitch a little further down the sideline. I watched him as walked across the field in the direction of the school changing rooms, dabbing his bloodied nose with what remained of an opponent’s shirt, as his team mates shouted things like ‘bad luck skipper’ and ‘we’ll get the bastards for you, skipper’.There’s no real way to slip away from a football match to follow a young man into the changing. Thank you for taking the time to read my tale and commenting. I hope you enjoy the story. ******************** Johnny made good time the first day on the trail. That evening when he camped, he changed clothes. The friend he’d met at the Pacific Ocean had an extra set of buckskins and a trade was made. Johnny gave him a skinning knife that he seldom used for the clothes. He’d waited until now to change because he didn’t want to hurt Maggie’s feelings by changing out of the work pants and shirt. It became another ritual each night before we had sex.We had several possibilities, and Tina began corresponding with a few. One guy who at first didn't seem a good match kept making the final cut. Frank was a well-known attorney in his mid-40s who looked much younger except for slightly graying temples. He looked to be in great shape. He explained that he was happy with his wife of nearly 20 years except for a lackluster sex life—k**s, work and a hectic social schedule left her with little.