As much as he would have liked to leave with the rest of the guys when they left, Archie was more-or-less obliged to stay behind and make sure the shower block at the soccer field was cleaned up and locked up. He had done a deal with the Municipality and the CUPE union to allow the Bayville Beavers use of the facilities after union hours. He had practically had to fucking kiss the feet of the District Secretary, the Mayor, and the head of the public service union to get a key to the toilets and showers for the team's use. Archie didn't intend to lose that privilege.

The other guys promised to set up a beer for him at the local, and he would join them when he was done. Actually, he didn't mind it that much. His position as captain-coach and goalie took a lot out of him some game days. Tonight had only been a practice, but it had still been a little stressful. One of the younger players had turned up for practice, even though Archie had suspended him for two weeks after last Saturday's game, when the kid had bad-mouthed the out-of-town ref, calling the man a "mother-fuckin' blind redneck asshole."

Archie had told him not to come back for a fortnight, but he had turned up tonight anyway, and Archie had sent him off again, adding another week to his suspension. The boy had yelled "You fuck-head!" back at Archie as he had departed.

But now Archie could relax and take a nice hot shower himself. As he stripped down to undies, he thought about young Greg, the kid he had sent home. Archie saw a lot of himself in the young hot-head. He had been much of a rebel himself when younger. Now he was the stolid "old man" of the team at 40.

Archie thought maybe he was being too hard on young Greg for just that reason. Actually, he also had the hots for the kid, and that, too, entered into his attitude toward Greg. Archie didn't want the boys to know he was gay. There was a lot of talk these days about athletes "coming out" but Arch wasn't ready to do that yet. He was content to stay in the closet.

Never-the-less, he got a hard-on thinking about young Greg, and he slipped his hand into his boxer-briefs to fondle it. He hadn't bothered to wear a jock-strap tonight, even though he had been playing, because tonight they had been working on passing the ball, not shots on goal.

He was definitely right horny tonight, and he considered jerking off in the shower, with lots of soap to lube his stiffy up. He was just slipping off his tee, when he heard a cough. Someone else was in the locker-room. He could hear the soft pad of bare feet on the other side of the bank of lockers.

Archie sat down on the wooden bench quickly, in an attempt to conceal his woody.

"Who's there?" he called.

"It's just me," came the reply, and Greg appeared from behind the lockers. The boy was wearing only a club tee-shirt. Below the waist he was stark-naked and his sizeable cock waved as he walked toward Archie.

"What are you doing here?" Archie asked gruffly. He tried to sound businesslike and detached, but try as he may to look the youth steadily in the face, his eyes kept straying to that impressive young cock. "I thought I told you to go home!" he added, trying to assert his authority

"Yeah," Greg conceded, "but I've been waiting here wanting to talk to you about that. I've been hiding in one of the shitters till the other guys left. I wanted to say I'm sorry I called you a fuck-head. I was just pissed off."

"OK, you've said you're sorry," replied Archie.

"There's more," said Greg. "It's about that ref …" he began.

"There's nothing more to be said there," Archie cautioned."You called the man a mother-fucker and a blind asshole. That's not to be denied."

"Sure," agreed Greg, "but you didn't here what he called me earlier."

"And what was it that was so dreadful that it made you mouth off at him?" Archie demanded.

"He called me … He called me a queer!"

"Well, what's so bad about that?" Even though he mouthed the words, Archie knew very well what was bad about it.

"He called me a queer because … because he knows I am! He saw me out at a pub in his home town with three of my fuck-buddies last week. One of my buddies was in drag. The locals beat us up and kicked us out. The ref was one of the locals."

Archie was somewhat amused.

"If you are queer and he calls you a queer, what's the big deal?" Archie asked. But in truth, he already knew the answer.

"Because when someone like that calls you a queer, or a faggot, or gay, it's out of hate!" Greg blurted.

"You should know that," the boy added, "because you're queer yourself!"

Archie tried to mutter a denial.

"Don't try to deny it," Greg stated. "I saw you at the Pride Day dance in Nanaimo last summer."

Archie's eyebrows raised. he had indeed been at the Pride dance. He remembered it well. He'd hooked up with a young local, and they'd spent the rest of the weekend fucking each other's brains out. But had Greg really been there? He didn't recall seeing him.

"You didn't know me then," Greg explained. "I hadn't joined the team then. But I knew you. I've watched you play for years. You've been my idol. Even when I saw you sucking the young guy's dick in the shadows outside the hall," Greg laughed.

Yes, Archie admitted to himself, he had done that.

"And even if I hadn't seen that, I'd know you were gay anyway. You've been eyeing up my dick all the time we've been talking. You like what you see, don't you? I was playing with it in the shitter while I waited. Got quite hard thinking of you. You do like it, don't you?" Greg was being quite aggressive now.

"Yes," Arch admitted quietly.

"Tell you what, then — you suck my dick and I'll suck yours. Team players, eh?" Greg's cock was hard now, as was Archie's own. It was pointing straight at Archie. In silent agreement, Archie raised his buttocks and slipped off his boxer-brief whities.

In an instant the young man was kneeling on the floor, naked, having shed his tee, ready to take Archie's rock-hard rod into his mouth.

When the youth did cover Archie's cockhead with his hot wet mouth, Archie gasped involuntarily. He almost had a cum-rush right then. It had weeks since he had been out of town, since he had had stolen sex in the ally behind a gay bar in the city.

Greg went right to work on the older man's dick, sucking and nibbling, pumping and forcing him further down his gullet.

It had been too long for Archie. He couldn't hold back. But he didn't even try. He knew his own body. He knew he would be ready to go again within minutes. From his depths, his cream rocketed up and out of him — and into the younger man's throat. Greg did not choke or retch. He managed to work his mouth and throat so every drop of his coach's semen went straight down his throat, nothing wasted.

Pulling his cock from Greg's mouth, Archie motioned for the younger man, who was still licking his lips of a little dribbled cum, to sit on the bench Arch had just vacated. Greg had a long, thick cock, much like Archie's own, and he couldn't wait to taste it. He kneeled on the floor and bent his head to the boy's dick. It tasted oh, so good! It had a warm, sweet taste and a velvety texture, and the faint smell of sweat, urine, and cum lingering in the young man's groin was heady for Archie.

The coach really put his soul into sucking the boy's dick. He grasped it with one hand, pumping it as he sucked on the knob. He cradled Greg's balls in his other hand, and slipped his forefinger between the boy's legs and up into his butthole, making him squirm with pleasure. He probed for the prostate, and rubbed with his finger tip.

That was enough to set the lad off, and in an instant Arch could taste the salty-sweet semen pumping into his mouth.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" gasped Greg as he strained and shot his sperm into Archie's mouth. "That was too quick!"

Archie swallowed the last of Greg's jism, enjoying the taste he didn't get much of, except when he drank his own.

"I was about to take a shower when you interrupted me," he told Greg. "Want to join me?"

"Sure," the lad agreed. "Sounds sexy!"

In a minute,the two of them were cuddled together under the same stream of hot water, soaping each other up with Archie's bar of soap, paying special attention to each other's genitals..

"What will happen if I drop the soap in the shower with my queer coach?" joked Greg, as he lathered up Archie's cock, which was already rising to the occasion.

"The same thing that will happen if you don't drop it," Archie told him with a grin.

"And what's that?" Greg asked in mock innocence.

"You'll get your asked fucked either way!" Archie assured him with an even wider smile.

"Go for it!" cried Greg, and he leaned up against the shower wall, spreading his legs slightly and pushing his butt out for Archie to position himself.

Under the stream of hot water pouring down on both of them, Archie took a stance between the young man's spread legs. He used the bar of soap to lubricate the boy's butt-hole somewhat, probing him with a soapy finger. Then he lathered up his own cock, rubbing the soap rapidly to stir up a good foam before the shower could wash it away. He felt for Greg's hole with his finger and his dick-head, and finding it, pushed forward. The younger man relaxed his sphincter muscles and opened his hole to let Archie in.

Archie's whole shaft raced up into Greg, who let out an initial yelp, then a moan of pleasure.

"Oh, yes," Greg cried. "Fuck me hard! I was a bad boy. Punish me for calling you you a fuck head. Make me pay the penalty!"

The coach was only too happy to comply. He started fucking Greg fast and hard, almost knocking both off them off balance on the wet, slippery floor, but they managed to right themselves, and Archie gave the boy's ass a thorough pounding.

After several minutes of puffing, panting, splashing exercise, Archie asked, "Do you want me to cum inside you?"

"No," the boy gasped, "punish me some more. Cum all over me!" He wriggled from Archie's grasp and lay on the wet floor. "Jerk off all over me," he cried, at the same time beating his own hard cock mercilessly.

Turned on as he could not remember ever having been turned on before, Archie did as Greg wanted. He stood over him, pounding his meat in unison with Greg, and in moments both men were shooting their loads - all over the prone younger man. The pounding water soon washed it all away.

Spent, the two of them walked back to the locker area, drying themselves with Archie's towel as they went. On the way, Greg retrieved his clothes from the cubicle where he had left them.

Dressed, the two of them left the shower block and Archie locked it up for the night.

Walking to the parking lot, and his car, Archie suggested, "Let's go join the boys in the pub for a beer. Afterwards, maybe you and I could go back to my place for a while. You could stay the night, if you like."

"You and me and the penalty?" the younger man asked. "We're good, then?"

"We're good," Archie assured him.

"Great!" Greg exclaimed. "I'd love to spend the night!"

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