The day I ate the cum of the Arab guys from the football club

A little introduction, my name is Anthony, I’m a dark-haired, light-eyed guy, 1.75 meters tall, weighing 63 kilos and supposedly handsome (so they say).

I’m bisexual and I’ve dated both guys and girls. I’m 19 years old and staying with a childhood friend in the Paris region for the summer holidays to consider sharing a flat with him if I find a small job. I give myself a month and a half to decide and see if I fit in, because let’s face it, Paris is very different from my hometown of Aube (10).

As a footballer, I woke up early that morning to go to the nearby stadium and see if I could join the local football club. After putting on my Abercrombie & Fitch jogging pants, I go outside and after walking about 500 meters, I see a guy my age with cleats on:

– “Hi, sorry, are you going to a training session? Do you know if there’s a way to join the amateur club?”
– “Hi (handshake)! Yeah! Go ahead cousin, I think you have a chance. We can go together if you want, no problem.”

After exchanging information about our common passion, our level, our favorite players, we introduce ourselves a little more in detail. I then learn that his name is Hakim, he’s 20 years old and has been living here forever. He’s really handsome, the typical “rebeu” with a good stylish haircut, a few “wesh” attitudes, and a not too dark complexion but with black hair and eyes.

Once we arrive, I see that the stadium and the pitch are not too ugly, quite modern even. He tells me:

– “Stay here, I’m going to ask if there’s a way to get you in today.”

After a few minutes, he comes back with the coach, a tall black man in his thirties.

– “Hi, I’m Etienne, the coach of the team. If you’re interested, you can join the team today, see what you have in your belly a little bit!”

After gladly accepting, I follow Hakim, who shows me the changing rooms so that I can quickly change. When we arrive on the field, I see the other players waiting and scrutinizing me. It’s a bit intimidating, but it’s normal, they don’t know me, and it’s not the first time I’ve joined a team like this, I’m used to it. And besides, I have a very good level, so I’m not worried about what’s to come. It’s a team with guys of all origins, blacks, Arabs, Caucasians… and after two hours of training, I get to know my teammates a little better, all nice, good levels, good tactics… nothing to say, and I even prefer it to my old team.

When the coach blows the end of the game, we head to the locker rooms, sweating and ready for a good shower. Of course, I had my towel ready. I undress, I see that some keep their towel around their waist (that doesn’t change, there are always the modest ones). Personally, I don’t care, even though I look and compare like everyone else, I’ve never been ashamed of what I have between my legs. I think my 14cm at rest stand out a bit, even though I must be the only one here still having the foreskin covering.

After everyone has finished, Hakim comes over to me, gives me a friendly pat on the back and says,

– “There you go, now you’re one of us.”

I don’t know what to say, so I just smile and nod.

The rest of the day goes by in a blur. We hang out, eat some food, and watch some TV. I feel like I’ve known these guys my whole life, even though I just met them this morning.

As the day starts to wind down, I realize that I’m going to miss these guys when I leave. It’s strange to think that just a few hours ago, I didn’t even know they existed.

Hakim walks me to the door and gives me a hug.

– “Stay in touch, okay? We’ll miss you.”

– “Yeah, definitely. I’ll keep in touch.”

And with that, I’m out the door and on my way home. The whole way back, I can’t stop thinking about what just happened. I can’t believe I let those guys do that to me, but at the same time, it was one of the hottest experiences of my life.

I’m not sure what the future holds, but I know one thing for sure: I’ll never forget the day I swallowed the cum of the rebeus from the football club.