Becoming a model patient

After a short interval we started the second round of matches, Marc and I were opposing goalies and the wicked side of me hoped that the spectators would get to see parts of him that I had recently got very intimately acquainted with. I reckon he must have been thinking along similar lines because he gave me a high five before running down to his goal. Being the semi-finals the game was fought even harder and to my shame I let in a goal and as I threw my shirt into the crowd I saw Marc laughing and waving from the other end of the pitch. His joy was short-lived because before the end of the first half he’d lost both his shirt and shorts and looking well fit in just his the jocks. At half time as we swapped ends I whispered in his ear how hot he looked and I couldn’t wait to see him naked. In your dreams he laughed, I’d just have to wait until the weekend (mmm, yessssssssss please). Oh, he was a smooth operator and this I suspect was a deliberate attempt to sabotage my game because I found it very hard to concentrate through the rest of the game and it wasn’t long before I let in another goal. I was fuming with myself as I pulled my shorts down, stepped out of them and threw them into the laughing crowd. I did my best to ignore my teammates glares and Marc’s loud laughter. Then within five minutes another ball slipped into the net, it wasn’t my fault, I’d dived to save the ball and caught it only to have bounce it out of my hands and a quick acting opponent tapped it in. Oh shit, I thought I know what’s coming next. Yep, the referee confirmed it was a goal so off the jocks had to come. Mouthing sorry to my team mates I grasped my jockstrap’s waistband and with as much dignity as possible I removed them and lobbed them into the cheering crowd. In response I did a little war dance which sent my cock dancing and sent a message out to the other guys that there was nothing to fear. The message seemed to get through because my other team mates plucked up the courage to remove their jocks too and within thirty seconds they were naked too and we all did a war dance which the crowd lapped up. This boost to our morale had the desired effect and within minutes we’d scored our third goal, and our glee was evident to all. As the opposing team dropped their jocks we catcalled them promised to whip their arses into submission. Marc flipped me a finger and I saluted him in response. The crowd loved it egging us on, now it was 3-3 we had to continue to play until a goal was scored. This spurred us on further, the game became aggressive but oh what a spectacle it must have been! The sight of twelve naked, hot and sweaty guys running around doing their best to outsmart the opponents was fucking horny (at least from my perspective), finally my team managed to land the goal they’d fought so hard for and I felt someway appeased for the goals that I’d inadvertently let in. The atmosphere after this match was different to the previous games, there was more comradeship and the crowd was far more vocal and participative. It was hard to tell who the winners and the losers were as we were all intermingled giving group hugs and cheering to the crowd as we left the pitch.

Dave came over and handed out bottles of water along with fresh kits for our match in the final. I wasn’t sure what was more refreshing, the long cool drink or getting clothes on! I think on reflection the drink was, I’ve become so accustomed to stripping that it seems second nature to be nude in front of clothed people. While this was going on the other semi-final was being played, poor Glen, his team didn’t stand a chance, the other team was so formidable and professional that Glen and his team were naked within the first twenty minutes and by the end of the second half Glen’s team had lost 4-0, at least my team had put up a good fight and came through victorious. Soon enough it was time for the cup final, the commentator was winding the spectators to fever pitch heightening the pressure on the two teams to produce a humdinger of a game. The atmosphere was electric at kick off and the crowds were shouting all the time until the first goal scored, off came my shirt then my shorts. Oh god I moaned this is going to be a re-run of Glen’s game. However by the end of the first half our opponents too had lost their shirts and shorts. At the half-time interval we had a rousing team building coaching session and as the second half started we pressed home our advantage and soon scored another goal meaning that our opponents lost their jocks and were now playing naked for the first time for them and they were clearly weren’t comfortable with the fact. Our joy was short lived because they seemed to find their second wind and soon got round our defences (and me) to score a third goal meaning our jocks had to come off too. Time was running out fast and the game got very scrappy, thankfully in the dying minutes we managed to get another goal making the score 4-3 and then the whistle blew. Dave declared us the winning team and beckoned us over (along with the losing team) to the commentators stand. Peter appeared from nowhere along with Brenda and the camera crew, we were shepherded over to the kickoff spot on the pitch for the presentation of the University Cup and prizes (an envelope would be waiting for each of us back in the changing rooms). Once the presentation was over and the camera crew were satisfied that enough film footage and photographs had been taken, group photos were taken. We were then told to do a lap of honour around the football pitch, it was intended to be done at a jogging pace but so many people wanted to shake hands and congratulate us on such a spectacular game that it quickly slowed to a walk and then down to a crawl. In the end it took over an hour to do the full circuit, my arms ached from so many handshakes and my jaws were stiff from so much smiling. Finally we were able to drag ourselves away and managed to slope off to the changing rooms for a well deserved shower and rest. Once we were showered and dressed Dave came in and gave us the promised envelopes. Inside were two tickets, the first was an invitation to appear as VIP guest stars at a mystery event on Thursday evening, we were to dress smartly and report to the staff room at 7pm. The second was an invitation for two people to join the summer camp trip free of charge (details to be sent out later by post). We thanked Dave and all agreed it was a very generous prize considering it was for a charity event, the guys thought participating and winning would be reward enough. My team mates had recharged their batteries and were ready to go on a drinking binge to celebrate but all I was ready for was my bed, so I bowed out gracefully, thanked them for playing so well and for putting up with an amateur like me! Giving me hearty slaps on the shoulder, they laughed, called me an old timer and said I hadn’t played too bad either – I was a real pro when it came to taking my kit off! Chortling, I nodded my appreciation and exited on a good note.

When I got home there was a message on my voicemail from Marc congratulating me on being in the winning team, playing a blinding game and how horny I looked on the field in just my socks and boots. Seeing my body in action had got him so turned on he wanted to come over tonight and put me through my paces all over again. Oh no, I groaned, I simply didn’t have the energy for some rough and tumble between the sheets especially when I had a fun run in the morning! However the idea of putting him off to another night didn’t exactly appeal to me either. I called Marc back and said that he was more than welcome to come over but I didn’t think that I would be much use in bed as I was so knackered. Laughing in response he said that he had just the thing to lift my energy levels and would be over in half an hour, before hanging up he told me to have had a hot shower and have some clean towels available. Intrigued I did as I was told, enjoying my second shower of the day, afterwards I simply put a pair of jogging bottoms on and laid out several folded up towels on the dining room table, not being sure what Marc had in mind. Shortly there was a knock on the door, letting Marc in with a smile he gave me a big bear hug and surprisingly a kiss on the cheek. Not being sure what to make of this gesture, I said nothing but simply returned it. Leading him into the kitchen I asked him if he’d like a drink of anything, orange juice please was his reply, he needed a clear head for what lay ahead. I looked at him questioningly but he merely smiled and took the offered glass of juice. Pouring one for myself I followed him upstairs, leading the way he picked up the towels along with the bag he’d brought with him. In the bedroom he spread out two of the largest towels and instructed me to remove my bottoms and to lie face down on the towels. I lay there watching him retrieve a couple of bottles of massage oil from his bag before he climbed onto the bed, oiled his hands up and began to give me a firm but sensual massage. Starting with my arms and shoulders, he moved down my back before turning his attention to my feet and legs. I was in heaven! The firm warming massage was so relaxing it was semi-hypnotic, I was virtually in a trance as he moved up between my outspread legs kneading my thighs and then my buttocks. I heard a chuckle behind me and realised that I’d been gently thrusting my pelvis in response to his administrations. I just didn’t care, it was so enjoyable! I felt a hand reach under me and gently take hold of my balls and semi erect cock, pulling them toward him until they lay exposed nestled between my thighs. He lovingly oiled them until I sported a throbbing hard on before returning his attention to my buttocks. He paused briefly to drizzle a little oil between my cheeks, then very gently started to massage my anal ring. I was moaning from the sensations coursing through my body, before long I felt Marc’s fingers slide easily into me, first one, then two, three and finally four of them. Uh oh I thought I’m about to get fisted once more, but to my surprise the fingers were withdrawn and I felt his cock slide up me in one smooth motion. I arched my back and looked over my shoulder, smiling broadly to let him know everything was fine. Throwing me a wink he started to fuck me, slowly to start with speeding up until he was pistoning in and out with such force that I had to grip the bed to stop myself being pushed off the end. I was in heaven! Before long Marc’s body started to spasm and with one last thrust he shot his load deep inside me before collapsing onto me. Recovering his breath, he asked me if I was okay, I simply nodded, good was his reply. Lifting off me he withdrew his softening cock, I went to move too, but his hand held me firmly in place so I relaxed back onto the bed. As his cockhead exited Marc’s fingers took its place, this time four fingers disappeared inside me with no trouble and before I knew it his fist made its way into my rectum meeting little resistance. Slowly but firmly the fist pushed further up inside, past the second ring until his elbow rested between my cheeks. Again he asked if I was okay, I grunted and nodded that I was. This time he didn’t reply but started to fist my hole in the same way as he’d fucked me, my anus was getting so loose that I barely felt his fist. Removing his fist from me he told me to move over to one side of the bed, to lie on my back and bring my knees up. While I did so Marc mirrored my actions, but facing the opposite direction so that his feet were near my head and vice versa. His anus was within easy reach now and as he passed me a bottle of lube I understood his intentions. As I was already well stretched his hand and arm simply slid up inside me again with ease, meanwhile I took my time slowly warming his hole up, inserting one finger in at time until with a grunt he swallowed my hand. Onto the next ring and I repeated the process again until my forearm too was buried up to the hilt, synchronising our pistoning we rapidly reignited the fire in our cocks and before long we had both orgasmed without even touching our cocks, sending jets of jism over our stomachs and chests. Laughing and panting in equal measure we slowly withdrew our hands, grabbing a towel each we wiped ourselves clean before heading to the bathroom for a well deserved shower.

This time I didn’t ask Marc if he would be staying overnight, I decided he’d let me know when he was good and ready. I guessed right because he came downstairs fully dressed, bags packed saying he needed to get home as both his lads would be back by now. Sure I said, giving him a sleepy smile and a quick hug. As it wasn’t too late he decided to take a brisk walk home, leaving me to clear up the bedroom before going to bed to sleep.

Wednesday morning came round very quickly, the sun was shining and it felt good to be alive! I had a job I simply adored and a man in my life (well sort of) that I could so easily fall in love with (no, he’s simply a fuck buddy – remember that!).

Walking to the University my body ached a little from all the exercise it had done the previous day, never mind I had a charity fun run to complete so no good letting a little tiredness get in the way. I wondered what lay in store, neither of the previous events had been quite like anything I had imagined them to be. Arriving at the gym I was met by Brenda and Peter along with Dave, Callum, Glen, Oliver, Ethan, Tang and Marc. Brenda and Peter took it in turns to explain today’s events. This morning would be dominated by the under 12’s and under 18’s fun runs, then this afternoon would be the adults fun run, in which we would be running. All three events would be televised so it was to be best behaviour all round. For us the morning would be concerned with trying on our costumes along with photo shoots for the College’s and University’s portfolio. We were told to make our way over to the College and meet the fashion crew who were responsible for designing the costumes. Marianne greeted us at main reception and led us to the Design Centre, where some familiar faces were waiting for us along with the media guys and eight costumes. Marianne explained that this year’s theme was mythology and our costume designs would feature gods, monsters and heroes. The costumes were basically all in one jump suits, made of the sheerest silk which had then painted by the students. I had a distinct feeling that like last time I would end up feeling more naked in the costume than if I actually was. I was handed my costume, it felt incredibly light, it was gold in colour and I was told I was going to be Apollo the sun god (hence the colour). At the same time the other guys were handed their costumes, we all had bemused looks on our faces, while the designs were incredible how were we going to get into them? Marianne asked us what we were waiting for, we had a busy schedule to adhere to, chop chop she clapped her hands, laughing we simultaneously started stripping down to our underpants. Uh uh she said, VPL under the costumes will not look good. So off they came and there we stood naked as the day we were born before we attempted to get the costumes on. My bad feelings about this adventure were getting stronger as it very quickly became apparent that down to a man not one of us could get into the costumes. The students were panic stricken, their exam coursework apparently ruined by the paint they’d used which had shrunk the material and made it brittle. Looking bewildered we started to get dressed again. Marianne taking charge again asked us what we were doing, the show must go on one way or another, the press and examiners were expecting eight mythological characters to be leading the fun run – it hadn’t been specified anywhere what the design medium should be. If the artist’s original canvas had failed then a new one would have to be used instead. Confused by this vague statement I asked her what she meant as we didn’t have much time left. I know she replied. Turning to the camera guys, she asked them to start filming as she had a cunning plan. Turning back to us she said, right guys to be a good canvas you’re going to have to lose the body hair so please make your way to the shower room where we’ll shave off all that nasty hair – what we cried, is that absolutely necessary? Oh yes indeed before we were shepherded (still naked) through the college corridors, past some very surprised looking students to the changing rooms and into the showers. The girls then volunteered to soap us up and shave every hair off our body (except the hair on our heads and beards) until we were as smooth as babies. The worst time was when they shaved my balls and crack, I’d never had a girl get so intimate with me before but she and the others didn’t bat an eye lid. Then we were towelled dry and led back to the design centre like lambs about to be sacrificed! The students who had stayed behind had been busy in our absence, they’d retrieved their original designs and a huge amounts of body paint. Then they set about painting us literally from head to toe recreating the mythological scenes all over our bodies.

When they’d finished we looked incredible and if you only gave us a quick glance you’d miss the fact we didn’t have a stitch of clothing on. There followed a rather hurried photo shoot both solo and group before we were whisked out to meet the awaiting public. I gave Marc and Ethan nervous glances, they seemed as nervous as I did. Just before we made our entrance Marianne gave us a morale boosting speech encouraging us to go along with the charade, with any luck no one would notice until after the event or at least once the fun run had started in earnest. Walking out into the crowd was surreal, trying to act as if everything was perfectly normal when it was anything but. Out of the corner of my eye I could see some people doing double takes and the cameras seemed a little more intrusive than would normally have been expected, but nobody said anything untoward and we made our way to the starting line joined by hundreds of other men and women. Their glances were a little more open and we heard several gasps, giggles, whistles and suggestive comments. Just before the whistle blew Marc came over and wished me luck, betting me he’d finish first and if he did he planned to get two hands up me. I said you’re on, but if I win I’ll return the favour, we shook on the bet. Then the whistle blew and the race began! The course was five miles long, which just happened to be the length of the University’s perimeter fence so we streamed out of the main entrance to the campus on to the streets and ran along the footpaths adjacent to the perimeter fence. All the way round the general public supported us by lining the paths cheering on our progress. I tried my best to keep my eye on Marc but I quickly lost sight of him, not realising that I’d left him behind early on, he wasn’t as fast as he thought! Not being able to see him spurred me on to run my best, but there was no way I could keep up with the leading runners. When I crossed the finishing line (the campus main entrance) I was informed that I had finished 57th out of 680 runners, I was chuffed with myself as I have never considered myself a natural runner. Making my way through the exhausted runners to the VIP enclosure (as instructed by Brenda and Peter) all I could think about was had Marc finished before me. Walking into the enclosure the only guys who’d come in ahead of me were Callum and Tang, chatting to them Callum had finished in 4th place and Tang in 23rd, we had a quick group hug before the media team joined us along with Brenda and Peter. Over the next hour the rest of the guys arrived in the following order: Ethan 151st, Oliver 206th, Marc 213th, Dave 248th and finally Glen 372nd. As each one came in we applauded them, with Marc’s entrance I clapped especially hard and as he looked in my direction I clasped my fists together to remind him of our wager.

Once we were all together we faced the local TV camera crew and were interviewed as a group. Thankfully Brenda and Peter did all the talking explaining about our costumes etc. putting it down to a funding stunt rather than a design blunder. This explanation was presented to the TV crew before the filming began so that they could decide on the best strategy to prevent viewer complaints whilst remaining true to the story. In the end it was decided that the eight of us would be strategically posed so that our modesty was maintained while exhibiting as much of the students designs as possible with Brenda and Peter sat in front of us and spoke to the interviewer.

Finally the interview was over and having been provided with large blankets for warmth we were free to go to the gym showers to wash off the body paint, still the cameras were following us – even into the showers! Thankfully it was only the media team, rather than the TV crew. On reflection we must have all been under some pressure because as the paint disappeared down the drain the energy levels rose and we were soon horsing around, nothing sexual (after all this was being recorded) but it was great to release the tension. The commentator asked us if we’d enjoyed the experience, what good timing as without thinking we cried yes, that’s good she said because we’ll probably be asking you to do it again next year as it’s been so successful, a trend could even have been started. Stepping out of the showers, we quickly dried ourselves and were finally able to dress as our clothes had been thoughtfully transferred over from the College. Giving me a sheepish smile Marc asked when I’d be collecting my dues, not tonight I groaned in response, I was thinking perhaps Saturday or Sunday as tomorrow and Friday we’ve got two late events. Sighing with relief, Marc agreed with me. Callum having overheard asked what this wager had been, oh I replied just a little bet Marc and I had to see who would come first in the race, as he lost he’s due to pay a forfeit with me. What forfeit would that be? He replied. Marc seeing potential here, casually said, oh if we were to tell you that you’d be committed to joining in yourself but as you beat Joe in I guess he’d owe the same forfeit to you that I owe to him, what do you think Joe? Keeping my face straight, I said sure, sounds fair enough to me. Callum clearly intrigued readily agreed especially as I would owe him something, are you sure before we tell you Marc asked. Definitely came the answer. Okay, the forfeit is that Joe has the right to double fist me as he beat me in the race and therefore as you beat him you too have the right to double fist him. Seeing the shock on Callum’s face I laughed and said don’t worry I can take it and so can Marc. Wow was all he could say, I thought you guys were pretty wild in the staff room that day but I didn’t realise just how wild you were, there’s no way I want to miss this one – but guys can we keep this to ourselves? I don’t want my girlfriend getting wind of this; she works in the design centre and gets pretty jealous if you know what I mean. Sounds fair enough to us we replied, we’ll let you know when we’re getting together and give you a call, have you got a mobile number? Sure, thing Callum replied writing his mobile number down on a piece of paper and handed it to Marc. Shortly after that we called it a day and went our separate ways home, I took my time because I was in no particular rush plus my body was knackered from today’s running and yesterday’s football matches plus there were loads of people still milling around some recognised me and wanted to stop and chat which I was pleased to do so. Most people were very supportive and appreciated the hard work that had gone in today’s events. Finally I was able to break free and got home approximately an hour after I’d left the other guys, I cooked myself a quick meal and then fell into bed exhausted, sleep quickly overcame me.