I'm Robbie, I've been playing football most my life and when I was sixteen I began to love it even more and since that day I've learnt to explore myself and experiment in many ways. I'll explain what happened and why I love going to footy.
It was summer and humid with the odd shower offering some relief during a hard fought game.
Us lads had been playing another team who sat top of the league and we managed to nick a draw scoring an equaliser in the eighty-seventh minute.
We were sweaty, muddy, and soaking wet and we were glad the club had built changing rooms. This was the first time we could use them and previously would have had to wait to get home to shower.
I remember my mum saying, "About time! My car smells of boys' sweat permanently now from having you lads pile in for a lift."
Most of us took our soaking wet shirts off and draped it over our shoulders before shaking the other teams hands and slowly jogging over to the changing rooms.
As I jogged I looked down and could see my red shorts clinging to my dick and balls revealing everything, I may as well be naked as my mesh boxers I wore became virtually non existent in the wet.
My bulge was bouncing about as I jogged. I couldn't help glance at the other lads and thought how mad it looked just loads of bulges swinging about.
Our mums and family were clapping us as we jogged back and I caught most of the mums eyeing up our packages, staring for way too long. It actualy gave me a bit of a semi and I'm positive one of the girls watching noticed as her eyes beamed before whispering to a friend.
We entered the new changing room which consisted of two benches facing each other and hooks on another wall to the right. The wall to the left had an archway opening with a view to a trough-style urinal. My mate Ryan who's the captain laughed, "Look, it makes anyone pissing fully on view to us."
We all laughed before Lee said, "Who cares? Check out the showers, they ain't cubicles and got no curtains. It's all in the open."
We piled in to see and noticed a fully tiled room with five showerheads on each wall and then five showerheads from the ceiling in the middle.
Some of the lads looked nervous. Some of us looked excited.
The coach called us back to the changing area and gave us our post game briefing before he said, "Boys, respect the new facilities. They are also used by the other age group teams so the deal is you clean it after and leave it as you found it."
A loud moan from eighteen lads filled the room.
"OK, now get on with it. I'll be back to inspect later." He left the room to chat to the other manager.
We all sat on the benches looking at the boy opposite each other not sure who should go first in stripping. We were just in our shorts and socks by now.
Ryan shouted out, "Fuck this lads! I'm fucked, I ain't up for cleaning. How about a game? My bench versus opposite bench. Losers clean after."
I was sat next to him and said, "What game, mate?"
He replied, "Last bench to cum."
We all laughed but couldn't believe it as he put his hand down his shorts and started playing with his cock.
He looked at me grabbing me by the leg, opening my legs and said, "Get working, bruv. I don't wanna lose."