I guess you would describe my taste in guys as ‘fussy.’ I like them to be young, fit and cute; but manly. I can’t abide blokey, know it all types who think they are God’s gift to women. Give me a sensitive well-hung man and I’m happy. Living in a more affluent part of a soccer city, there is no shortage of hot, fit guys nearby, including one or two really big names. That’s how I got to know Tommy (not his real name.) Tommy is tall with short dark hair and cute brown, puppy dog eyes.
A friend of Laura’s was a friend of someone at Liverpool FC and I managed to wangle a ticket in the VIP box at a home game last autumn. I can’t stand soccer but it was free and I was fed and given complimentary drinks and the atmosphere I have to say, was really good. The fans have a good voice and really get behind their team. Anyway, after the game I was introduced to one or two players including a certain famous player, whom shall remain nameless.
Tommy is not in the first team but part of the squad I guess. He is 21 and hopes to get a substitute role for a home game soon. He is exceedingly fit and has a proper six pack and everything. He’s toned too without being muscly. We became quite good friends and he has helped me in my little allotment with laying the paving slabs and so on. We have been for a drink but we have thus far our friendship has been firmly of a platonic nature.
He had promised to dig part of my allotment where I wanted to grow some veg and silly me forgot. He turned up at the arranged time, while I had only been up for 10 minutes. I was still in my pyjamas and he got quite an eyeful when I let him in, as my top had become unbuttoned half way down. I’m not quite certain how much he saw but it clearly had an effect, as he was soon shielding his equipment, to protect his embarrassment.
I had gathered already that he wasn’t dating anyone and he had never made a pass at me, maybe because he knew about Laura or was just too nervous. He is quite shy and self-effacing, which is why I like him. He has always been polite and courteous too. By the time I had met him, I had become reasonably accustomed to the language, which is not like anywhere else that I have been. The say ‘da’ instead of ‘the’ and some words are pronounced very oddly indeed. The police are called ‘da bizzies’ and to gain one’s attention they will say ‘come ‘ed!’ I was like, ‘Who you calling a cum head?’ It just means ‘come here!’ or ‘look at this!’
But I digress. I hadn’t noticed initially that I had flashed my boobs as I was still half asleep but it soon became apparent enough and I buttoned up and offered my apologies for the indiscretion, not that he minded that much – obviously.
“It’s okay Danny! No need to apologize.”
“Did I show you much?”
“Enough.”
“That much! My alarm didn’t go off, I’ll be ready in a bit. Do you want a coffee?”
“Yeah, please.”
I noticed that his eyes seemed to be following me around the kitchen and I suppose with us becoming quite good friends I had forgotten that he is still a man and I was in my pyjamas.
“Is everything all right?” I asked.
“Yeah, just not used to seeing you like tha'.’”
“My jimjams?”
“You look nice, Danny. Properly hot!”
“Awww Tommy.”
“I love your herr and everything!”
“I haven’t even brushed it.”
“I never said before, but you are really nice, Danny.”
“Thank you, Tommy. You know about Laura though.”
“Yeah, I wasn’t…”
“No, it’s cool. I like you too. You still not got a girlfriend?”
Tommy went all coy as the coffee pot began to gurgle and pop.
“No.”
“Can I ask you a question, Tommy. Just friend to friend?”
“Yeah, whatever.”
“Are you a virgin?”
“No. No! I’m norra virgin!”
“It wouldn’t matter if you were. It would be quite sweet.”
“Would it?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, I won’t lie, I’m no virgin, but I’m very inexperienced.”
“I thought a fit footie player like you…”
“Well it can be like that, but I just haven’t connected properly with girls.”
“I like that you’ve never come on to me or made stupid remarks about my boobs or my bum.”
“Why do guys do tha'?”
“Some times. Not overtly, but like at the gym. It’s constant innuendo. Even shopping. Guys just stare, sometimes. Mainly the older ones.”
“No, I respect you. When I said you were hot…”
I put a hand on Tommy’s arm.
“It’s okay, Tommy.”
I handed him his coffee and I leaned against my breakfast bar and he stood there looking all fit and youthful. He was banging with testosterone and I just knew he would make someone a great boyfriend and lover. Call me forward, but I felt that it was my place to properly break him in. I hadn’t seen his wanger, obviously, but something told me he was well hung.
“What do you think about Laura?” I asked, casually.
“I only met her the once.”
“But your impression?”
“She’s lovely, obviously.”
“So, if I asked her and she was okay, would you come round and let us give you the benefit of our experience?”
“Wha!”
“For a threesome. There’s no pressure. I think you’re nice, you like me. But Laura and I come as a team. It’s both or neither.”
“Are you serious, Danny?”
Tommy’s hand had moved to cover his jeans again.
“Yes, why not?”
“Well, no – it sounds… amazing! I’m sorry.”
Tommy was suddenly like a cat on hot coals and was trying to hold his cup in one hand and shield his erection in the other. The fact he had gotten hard from the mere thought of going with me and Laura was a good sign.
“It’s fine. I’m being very frank and you’re responding accordingly. Well your little Tommy is.”
“What if I don’t last long?”
“I would be amazed if you did. Then you’ll last longer the second time and even longer the third.”
“Okay!”
“Laura is coming round after I come back from my vacation. I’ll ask her tomorrow, but she’s not had a guy for a while either, so she’ll be up for it.”
“Okay.”
“This is a one-time offer though, Tommy. So don’t go thinking there is anything in this apart from sex.”
Tommy gulped.
“Yeah, I understand. But we’ll be friends after?”
“Yes! Of course. And when you hear your mates bragging about their exploits, you can smile and nod and keep this to yourself?”
“You don’t even need to ask. I would never talk about my private life like that.”
“I know, Tommy. Just saying.”
“I wouldn’t betray you like that, Danny.”
‘ Good ,’ I thought. To be honest if it had been different I would have let him fuck me there and then, but my Laura had to be consulted.
“I’ll go and change then. I won’t be long.”
The following day I called Laura to see how she would feel about the arrangement.
“Hey babe!”
“Hey hot lips!”
“Laura darling, I’ve got something to run by you.”
“This sounds good.”
“You know Tommy?”
“Footballer Tommy?”
“Yes. He dug my root veg plot yesterday and we were talking in the kitchen earlier.”
“Oh okay, how is he?”
“Yeah he’s good. How would you feel about him being our toy for a day?”
“Hmmm Danny!”
“I know.”
“Do you mean the full works?”
“Yeah, he’s so sweet, but I reckon he’s hung though. He just needs some encouragement.”
“You think? He’s fit, I’ll give you that.”
“I think he could show a girl a good time.”
“Do you have a date in mind?”
“Not precisely but it’ll have to be after Sochi, obviously.”
“Hmmm okay and you think he has a big cock?”
“I do. I saw the swelling. He’s so cute and lean too.”
“You’re bad Danny.”
“You can talk! You’ll be squealing when he’s ball deep you slut!”
“Ha ha Danny! Probably. I’ve got a lecture soon and now I’m all horny.”
“Sorry, wish I was there to fix you.”
“Me too.”
I’ll spare you all the mushy girlfriend talk, but the main thing was, that Laura had given her seal of approval.