Satisfying the kink

John didn’t have any fetishes of his own but what he liked was satisfying fetishes of other people. When he stumbled across Dylan with his interest in football kits he wanted to take it to the next level.

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John was known for his knack for bringing people’s fantasies to life. At 31, he didn’t have any fetishes of his own, but he had a gift for fulfilling others’ in ways that left them captivated. His collection of jockstraps, Lycra suits, and a handful of other costumes meant he was always prepared to step into someone else’s world.
One Saturday morning, John was scrolling through a gay app when a new message caught his eye. A guy around his age, who went by Danny, was keen to chat and wasted no time in revealing his particular thrill—football kits. The conversation started with easy, friendly banter before shifting into Danny’s fantasy of seeing someone decked out in a complete football kit. Well, I say mutual interest—John’s interest was in looking hot and making Danny’s fantasy come true.
John had a few shirts he could have easily snapped a picture of, but he sensed Danny was looking for something more immersive. His gaze drifted to the full kit he’d tucked away years ago—a shirt, shorts, and socks he’d bought during a season when he was still an enthusiastic fan. The idea of finally breaking it out to create a perfect scene for Danny sparked something within him. He barely remembered why he’d bought it or even which season it was from; it hadn’t seen the light of day since the phrase “full kit wanker” came about.
Soon, they’d arranged to meet later that afternoon. John wanted to make the experience unforgettable, so he decided to go all out. He slipped into the kit, pulling up the long socks and putting on a pair of white boxers that showed off his decent-sized cock. Next came the shorts, making sure everything looked pitch-perfect. Then an idea struck him—he bet Danny had never met a lad who’d come straight off the pitch, someone with the authenticity of a player fresh from the field. So, he stepped outside, letting the grass and soil add a hint of ruggedness to his look. The knees of his socks and legs gained splatters of mud as he jumped in a puddle in his old trainers. He even rolled around a bit, hoping none of his neighbours were watching from their windows. Something was still missing; he wasn’t about to start skidding in imaginary tackles, but he did reach into the flower beds, grabbing a handful of soil and rubbing it over his legs. His look was complete, his kit bearing the marks of a hard-fought match.
When John pulled up at the station, Danny’s eyes widened with excitement and surprise as he saw John standing there in the football kit, looking every bit the part of a player fresh from the field. The sight was everything Danny had described—and then some.
The moment was charged with anticipation as they returned to John’s place. Danny couldn’t keep his hands off the kit—the fabric of the shirt, the feel of the mud-caked socks, and the way John filled it out so convincingly. John took pleasure in Danny’s excitement, each reaction a sign that he’d crafted an experience just for him. They started to kiss, Danny running his hands over the material of the shirt, then around the back of John’s head, pulling him closer. He was so turned on, his cock ached beneath his own football shorts. He didn’t dare take it out, knowing he was so aroused he wouldn’t last long if he or John touched it.
Danny pulled John’s shirt over his head, the slight hint of sweat lingering, as he’d requested that John not shower today—a sweat created by John’s time in the garden earlier, which added to the picture of a hot guy running around a football field and being the hero of the day. And here, with Danny, he was definitely the hero of the day.
John had turned on a few guys before, but this little performance was one of his best, and his own cock ached to be sucked as a reward for his efforts. He couldn’t remember a guy being so turned on. Was this the most intense reaction he’d ever had? His question was answered when he looked down to see Danny licking his muddy legs. Something about the keenness in Danny’s behaviour took John to the next level. “Oh my fucking god,” he said, pulling down his shorts and boxers together. “Suck my sweaty footballer’s cock,” he commanded. “My cock that’s been bouncing around for 90 minutes, and here we are, getting naked together in the changing rooms.” He whipped off his shirt as he spoke, showing off his fit body.
He didn’t have to ask twice. Danny’s mouth was around his cock immediately, sucking deeply as he tried to catch the scent of John’s crotch. He ran his right hand up the side of John’s ball bag, stroking the flesh to catch a scent of John’s crotch before bringing his fingers to his nose. This was so much hotter than a fresh-out-of-the-shower guy.
In his current position, it was practically impossible for Danny to take his own shirt off without removing John’s cock from his mouth, which he had no intention of doing. He managed to get his football shorts halfway down his thighs, enough to start wanking his own cock. John decided to try something bold, unsure if it would come off as sexy or cheesy. “Suck me harder, or you’re getting a red card.” As it left his mouth, it did sound cheesy, but not to Danny. Danny thought it was so fucking hot and sucked even harder.
“Oh,” John shouted, “I’m gonna cum soon.” Danny knew it was time to wank harder as he was close. Seconds later, John’s load shot into Danny’s mouth, and within five seconds, with John’s cum still in his throat, Danny came too.
John sat on the edge of the bed at first and then lay back, loving the knowledge that he’d given Danny exactly what he craved, making this Saturday one neither of them would soon forget.