Dean threw a towel over his shoulder and stomped into the communal showers. His team had lost the afternoon game and he was pissed off. He had missed a conversion and because of that his team had failed. No one was talking to him and he felt wretched. He thumped the silver button on the wall and the shower burst into  action . It was cold to start with but he hardly felt it. Once it started to warm him though he began to feel better and the mud slid easily from him as he scrubbed himself down with soap. No one else was in the shower, he was in disgrace and they were in the communal bath. He longed to be in there with them, drinking beer and releasing the tensions of the game with body grabbing horseplay but it was not to be.He heard someone enter the lock up next door as he opened his mouth wide and tasted the salty escape of pre-cum on his lips. The head forced his jaw apart as it crammed into his mouth and he knew he wouldn’t be able to take Stuart’s full length. No matter how much he wanted to show the boy that he really did care for him he knew it would be impossible. He had tried the other night without success. He swallowed as he felt the inches invade his mouth and the head started to block the back of his throat. He longed to feel the thick mat of pubes against his face but knew he would never reach them. Stuart was pushing in but there was nowhere for the meat to go. He swallowed again and put his hands on the boy’s hips to steady himself. The head was beyond his tongue and he could feel it warm the back of his throat where it pressed, causing him to gag. He relaxed his throat and found he was able to take more in that way, but still it would not all fit. Stuart pushed further and Dean gasped for breath around it as he swallowed once more. And then there was the glorious feel of silky young hair against his eyelids and the wrinkled ball sack against his chin.
Through the large hands that were gripping his ears he could hear his team mates in the room beyond but he had no time for them now. He was attending to Stuart and he was all that mattered. The other guy was withdrawing his cock and Dean was able to release his throat to allow it to move. Then it was slowly pushed back in again and he felt his saliva dribble from the corner of his mouth as it was forced out by the weight of the long flesh. Stuart’s arse cheeks were tightening and relaxing with each movement as the thrusting picked up speed. Dean gripped them tighter for support and to show his pleasure as Stuart held his head still and fucked his mouth. The team were swearing and he could hear them flicking their towels and grabbing each other’s balls outside. But their voices became muffled, like he was hearing them from underwater as the pleasure he was giving became the only focus in his mind. The pumping was increasing in intensity and Dean tried to reach down to his own cock which now pressed painfully against the material of his jock strap. He flicked his cock free and started hammering it with one hand while pushing Stuart further into his mouth with the other.