One of the first jobs I had was, at the age of 18, to be the boot boy at my local football club. I had always had a passion for football but was absolutely hopeless at playing and so when a chance came to work at the club I jumped at the opportunity. My job was to ensure that on match day and for practice sessions all the kit was in good condition, clean and ready. I also had to collect the kit after they had finished playing, ensure the boots were cleared of mud and treated with leather preservative and get the dirty strip into the wash.

I didn"t earn much but as I was close to the team, who were my heroes, I got a lot of satisfaction out of what I did. I was also given my own team shirt and shorts which made me feel part of them.

I had been doing the job for some weeks into the season and had got to know the players very well. They were all fit and in their twenties or early thirties. I could not keep my eyes off them when they were changing in order to get ready to play or undressing to shower afterwards but I was also careful to not let them see me unclothing them with my eyes.

One thing I liked to do when they had stripped off after the game and were in the shower was to pick up their kit and sniff the crutch of their shorts and the armpits of their shirts and sometimes if I was lucky, their jock-straps. They were really wet with the sweat of running around for an hour and a half. I usually did this when I took the kit to the laundry room and nobody saw me. However there was this occasion when one of the players came into the room as he wanted a new towel. I was in the process of eating into the crutch of a pair of shorts and he saw full well what I was doing. He didn"t say anything but I must have gone scarlet. I quickly sorted out a towel for him and he left.

When they came out of the shower I was still busy in the laundry room and Jack, the quarter back, put his head round the door and said, “why not hang around a bit after you"re finished, some of the lads want to show their appreciation for what you do”.

I was thrilled and said yes. It was a few minutes later that I returned to the dressing room and all but five players had left. The ones remaining were just wearing towels.

“Come and sit between us” Andy said. I did as I was told and then I felt someone behind me lift my shirt up over my head and pull it down behind me so that my arms were still in the sleeves but pinned to my sides. I was so shocked I was struck dumb. It wasn"t uncomfortable but I could hardly move my arms. The lads who were there laughed and Mick said.

“I hear you"ve got a taste for our sweaty kit, we"d like to give you a special treat”, and they pulled me up and walked me to the shower room. There was no way I could resist and when I was inside the showers the two either side of me roughly kneed both my thighs and I collapsed on my knees on the floor. The shirt that was pinning my arms was now being occasionally jerked backwards which started to hurt. Rob said to me “just keep still and I won"t do that again”

“Ok”, I said. They then all dropped their towels and the next second I felt a hot trickle on my back and then on my chest as they all started to piss on me. I had often fantasised about this and wasn"t sure whether it was something that I fancied but when they started it felt so horny and to see their cocks being aimed at me I knew I was starting to get hard.

I was getting saturated and then Jim who was in front of me said, “Open your mouth wide”.

I hesitated but someone yanked my shirt again and my mouth opened as I gasped in pain. I now got a mouthful of hot golden piss. I couldn"t help but drink it. Then Jack"s cock aimed for my mouth and I drank that as well. I really liked the experience. Eventually I think that all the guys pissed in my mouth and I was looking around for more. My shirt was soaked and felt wet and heavy on my restrained arms. My shorts were also wet through and the guys made me stand up, my legs had now recovered from the “dead-legging”, and they made me walk to the physio room.

I was placed with my head and just the top of my chest resting on the massage table I turned my face to one side so that I could breath. One of them pulled off my wet shorts which I stepped out of. Then he brought them round to my face and squashed them roughly against my mouth. I knew what I was meant to do and started to suck the piss out of the shorts.

“Now you can smell and taste all of us at the same time”, I heard Mick say. “This is just the start of our special treat.”

I was conscious that someone had hold of my shirt and was poised to hurt me if I did not obey so I stayed absolutely still eating my shorts. I then felt a slap on my arse. It really stung. Then it happened again and this was harder. I realised I was being spanked and it wasn"t someone"s hand but a belt. The pain was nearly making me cry but the shorts were stuffed into my mouth to prevent this and I squirmed a little. This was noticed straight-away and the shirt yanked hard, I lay still and endured the stinging pain of the belt on my arse.

After a few minutes the pain subsided and the warmth the spanking had imparted to my buttocks started to feel good. I was feeling aroused all over and I knew that my cock was getting harder. This was noticed by one of the guys who went underneath me and started to give me a blow job.

Somebody said, “You are being rewarded for taking your punishment like a man. But now you are going to find out what real men are like.”

The spanking stopped and so did the bloke sucking me. I was still in the same position when I felt my arsehole being rimmed, it was blissful after the bruising my arse cheeks had suffered. If I could, I would have pulled my cheeks apart and got as much of that tongue in me as possible. But instead I was lifted from the massage bench and someone cut my shirt from me. I was free at last but I had no intention of running away.

“Don"t worry we will make sure you get a new shirt and shorts, providing that you obey us for a bit longer”. I nodded my agreement and they led me over to some mats on the floor. They pushed me down onto my back and someone held my arms to the floor. Rob and Pete were by my sides and each raised one of my legs so that my arsehole was facing skywards. I felt a tongue probing my hole again and then felt fingers being inserted and the hole was being pulled apart. Mick who was pinning my arms down moved forward and started to feed his cock into my mouth. After all the piss I had drunk, he tasted delicious. I started to gobble as much of him as possible.

The fingering stopped for a few seconds and the next sensation I had was of an object resting on my hole. I knew what it was and couldn"t wait for it to be pushed into me. It was rammed in with one stroke and I gasped so much at the shock of it that I gagged on Mick"s cock. But I soon recovered and this new cock was now pounding my hole really hard while I continued sucking.

After a while I was turned over so that I was on my knees and I was being fucked by the same cock which happened to be Jack"s. I caught a glimpse of it as it slipped out for a second and saw that it was in a condom so that they were playing safe. Meanwhile I was taking it in turns to suck the cocks of the others and someone was always giving my own cock some attention.

I knew Jack was cumming because he started to penetrate really deep and then jerk as the climax came. He was no sooner out of me than Rob took over. It was good to have a cock so quickly after the other. I presumed that Jack was cleaning himself up and so was surprised when a few minutes later he came round to my mouth and his cock was still shiny with his jism. “lick that cum off my cock”, he said. I willingly obliged.

Rob also shot his load and was followed by Mick, Jim and lastly Andy, who had the largest cock of the group, each taking turns to fuck me. They all took their time after cumming and then got me to lick their cocks clean. I was getting totally shattered but still horny. Jack said he was ready to go again and the others said they would be ready soon too. I did not think there was going to be any respite.

Jack then said to me, “However if you want to have a break there is one more thing you can do for us”.

“Yea, ok I"ll have a break. What is it you want me to do?” I said

“Just sit on the bench over there and I will tell you”, Jack said.

I went and sat down. Jack came over with a glass. “We have been collecting the cum from inside our condoms in this glass and now you can drink it to show how much you really like the taste of us men.” He stirred the white liquid with a spoon and I could see that they had certainly cum loads between them. I have swallowed cum straight from someone"s cock but never after it has been left to go cold.

“Here , try a bit,” said Mick as he got the spoon and scooped up some of it.” He fed it to me as if I was a baby and my mouth automatically opened and he dropped the blob right in. I closed my mouth and with my tongue moved the cum around. It still felt silky and some of the flavour was seeping through to my taste buds. I knew then that I liked this mixture of man juice and swallowed it down. I then took the glass from Jack and said, “Thanks boys, cheers!”. With that I slowly swallowed it all down savouring every mouthful. I was sorry when it was all gone.

They asked me if I wanted to be fucked by all of them again. I thought they meant then and I replied yes but they laughed and said “No, not now. We are tired from playing football, we meant next time we have a home game. I agreed without any further thought except that I do not think it was just the football that had made them so tired.

There is just one final thing left to do said Jack and they led me back to the shower room. He said, “I"m bursting for a pee and I"m sure the other lads are too just kneel down in there and open that pretty mouth of yours.” I did as I was told and got a second drenching of piss over my hair, face and body and especially in my mouth.” I started to wank at the same time and was so roused that I came before they had finished their piss. I collected the cum on my hand and licked it all off.

I had a proper shower before heading home and, as promised, I was given a new shirt and shorts to wear. However I kept the old ones, which have never been washed as I love to sniff them and they are souvenirs of one of the horniest sessions of my life.