This story has been read through by the guy in question and approved - on condition that I don't give any more information on him or which team he's playing for.
Two years ago, I got in touch with a guy on gaydar. We chatted for a while, and I was intrigued. After a while, we had some cam2cam sex, and he was really an athlete. Nice chest, slim stomach and runner's legs. And a beautiful, shaved and uncut dick which seemed like 18-20cm on the screen and which he pumped energetically. At times, he used a cockring - which I find quite sexy on shaved men - and invariably, he came with big bursts that covered his stomach. However, he didn't show his face. I asked him several times, but he was quite adamant. Usually, I don't really like that kind of shyness, but in this case the body was so great that it made up for it.
After having cam2cam a few times, he sent me a message, saying that he would be coming to Oslo for the weekend, and wondered if I'd like to hook up on Saturday night. Of course, I said "Sure!", and invited him to my place. That's another thing I don't usually do - I try to meet people somewhere else the first time, but by this time his body outweighted my carefulness.
Five minutes before the time we had agreed, the doorbell rang, and I went to open the door. Surprisingly, I recognized his face immediately. After just a moment of confusion, I asked him "Ah, you're a soccer player, aren't you?" It turned out he was playing in Norway's top soccer league, and that he was in Oslo to play a game. I do watch soccer from time to time, and also can't help reading about it in the newspaper, so I have known his face for a while. Now, he was wearing just shorts and a t-shirt, as well as sandals that he left at the door. I was wearing just shorts.
I did offer him a drink, and he accepted it, but said that he shouldn't have more than one, as he was having a game on Sunday - that's why he was in Oslo in the first place. As we were having a drink, I got a closer look at him. Webcams can sometimes lie, depending on where the camera is places, but so far he didn't let me down. He was handsome. I looked at his shorts, and noticed that there was already a bulge. He seemed to be semi-erect already - and he didn't seem to wear anything under the thin, white fabric.
I told him how I, when I did some competition running earlier, used to choose shorts that revealed as much as possible, and asked if he had ever done the same. He smiled and told me that when he was younger, he used to play soccer with no underwear, but that a few times, he hadn't been able to avoid getting a hard-on, and that he didn't dare doing that anymore with cameras all around the field. "So now I only do that when I'm off the field", he smiled, and I couldn't help looking back at his shorts. The bulge was growing. "I always get my kit off as soon as I'm back in the locker room after the match, though", he said, "and it turns me on to know that there are cameras and journalists around me. I know some photographers have snapped photos of me - even when I've been semi-hard - but of course they can't print them. I guess they take the photos just for their own enjoyment..."
Just the thought of such a photo of this gorgeous guy in one of our major newspapers, turned me on, so I decided to get things moving. I asked if he liked to watch porn, and as he said "yes", I sat down next to him on the couch, and pressed "play" on the remote. By chance, I had put in a tape with a scene in which some guys are having a shower, and then one guy gets a hard-on, and the others can't help getting "inspired" by him. We were watching for a minute, and then he gently put a hand on top of my shorts to feel what was going on there. This speeded up the process, of course, so within seconds I was stone hard. I looked at him, and saw that his shorts were almost bursting from the hard-on inside. "I can see how this bulge would be hard to hide on the field", I laughed. I let his cock free, and at the same time I bent down to let my tongue loose on it. He shuddered with pleasure as I started to lick his head, and soon went on to work his shaft. I felt his hand exploring the inside of my shorts, and then started to jerk me off.
Sucking cock and being jerked off always turns me on, of course, but I noticed that this was special. Being jerked off by a well-known soccer player was a new experience, and the image of him playing soccer with a huge hard-on he couldn't hide, was continually on my mind.
We didn't watch the movie anymore, and decided to move over to the bedroom. We started doing a 69, and we were going at it "as usual" for a few minutes. Then I felt his hand grip my balls and cock. I understood what he was going for - his hand worked just like a cockring, and the way he pressed, I knew that there wouldn't be any cum escaping no matter what he did. At the same time, he kept sucking me, and this led me to the edge of an orgasm. Then he stopped for a while, and consentrated on enjoying my work on his cock. But soon, he was at it again, and still gripping around the base of my cock. I tried to delay my ejacuation, but I couldn't help myself - my cock tried to erupt, but his hand made sure that the cum didn't even enter the shaft. I jerked and jerked, but he just kept holding tight and to thrust my cock into the back of his mouth. Then finally, he withdrew from my cock, and loosened his grip, so that my entire load spurted onto my stomach and my chest. It was a powerful orgasm.
Without giving me a chance to dry off, he just turned me over in bed, quickly put on a condom and started to fuck me. He was very energetic, and the thought crossed my mind that this was a guy who was known to be able to run for 90 minutes without showing signs of getting tired. He was really pounding into me, and I was exhausted and just let him do the work. I don't know how long he went at it, but then I felt a burst filling the condom, and he fell down on me. The weight of his body and the feeling of having his cock inside me, was a great end to the evening.
He had to go very soon after this - apparently, he didn't want to be seen out late the night before a game, because the media had a tendency to cry out over such behaviour. However, his "training session" at my place would never get out. On Sunday, I watched the game on TV, and tried to see if he was semi-hard inside his shorts. I think he was, but I may have been fantasizing...
Luckily, Oslo and the area surrounding it has four teams in the top series, so he's coming to Oslo at least four times a year. We always meet the day before the match, and are having a great time. And after every match this team has, I look through the newspapers online carefully to see if I can see him, semi-erect, in the background in a locker room photo...
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I just have to ask - I've heard so many rumours that Per Ciljan Skjelbred (of Rosenborg) is gay. Is it him you're writing about?
The answer is simple: NO.
Of course, I've also heard the rumours, and have spoken to at least four guys who claim to have had sex with him, but I don't believe all of them... (Actually, I only really believe one, but even with him I can't be sure, of course, so we just can't know...)
I met Per Ciljan at a party with some gay friends of mine in Trondheim about a year ago. The party got wild and everyone got naked, but sadly he seemed very into one of the other guests, so I didn't get a chance to charm him... :-)
Nice body, though...
Stop spreading rumours. Of course Per Ciljan is gay - lots of people in this city knows that, but that's no excuse for discussing what kind of parties he's been at and so on... Leave him alone.
Personally I didn't believe this rumour until I met a friend of his who claimed that it was true. Ciljan had told him about the first guy he ever slept with, and this friend of his retold the story to me. He seemed quite certain...
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