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‘So,’ he smiled – a single word that threw Gareth into a
sudden fit of embarrassment. ‘What the fuck do you think
you’re doing then, young man? Didn’t Rooney tell
you that you shouldn’t have sex before a match?’
The youngster burned bright like a beetroot, as he fumbled
and dropped the soap. ‘Oh my God,’ he exclaimed,
feeling very much like a young lad who had been caught by
his Dad having a wank, ‘you’re not gonna say anything
to the others, are you?’ he pleaded. ‘I was just
– well, I was just washing myself … and I kind
of got carried away, that’s all …’
‘Well,’ teased Todd – his dark eyes flashing
as he spoke. ‘That really depends, I suppose …’
Gareth’s colour started to drain from him – though
his rosy cock was still awkwardly refusing to subdue. ‘On
what?’ he asked, fearing the worst of the captain’s
response. After all, Gareth Hicks was a talented soccer-player
and there was no saying what sort of jealousies were currently
playing around in Todd’s dark mind.
‘On whether or not you’re prepared to clean my
boots,’ the skipper replied.
It seemed something of a strange request to the younger lad
– after all, there were plenty of trainees at the club
to do that sort of thing. All the same, it would be worth
it if it would spare his tender ego. ‘Okay,’ he
finally spluttered.
‘With your tongue!’ Rankin swiftly added.
Gareth’s chiselled jaw dropped. ‘My tongue?’
‘Your tongue!’
‘Never!’
Todd stepped towards the door – at which point the youngster
panicked. ‘Wait a minute – I’ll do it!’
he agreed.
For a horrible moment, Gareth thought that Todd might mean
for him to lick his dirty training boots, which were hanging
up on one of the nearby pegs, but for all his mastery of the
situation, City’s captain wasn’t quite as abusive
as that. Instead, he threw his leg forward so as to fully
expose the expensive leather trainers he was wearing –
diamond white in colour and smooth in texture. It was therefore
with something of a grand relief that the lad stepped forward
– still supporting the hardest of erections –
before falling naked to his knees so as to perform the requested
ritual.
With an understandably hesitancy, the younger fellow eased
himself down to within a breath of the shoe, before Todd raised
his other foot and placed it calmly on Gareth’s shoulder.
‘Come on then, boy!’ he demanded. ‘I want
you to lick!’
The striker knew better than to ignore such a request and
began to lap earnestly away – trying desperately to
hide his hard, oozing cock as he did so. After all, this apparent
humiliation was turning Gareth on tremendously and there was
part of him that was actually enjoying his present role-play.
But of even greater encouragement was the thought that Todd’s
own cock was but a few inches above his head – which,
had he been able to look up, he would’ve seen bulging
away in the captain’s groin.
‘Right,’ the skipper smiled, ‘now I want
you to work slowly up. When I tell you to stop, you can start
licking again!’
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