Deflowered by a MENA soccer player (1st)

First of all, let me introduce myself. My name is Rubén, a well-turned 18 years old, 1.70 m tall, toned, not an ounce of fat, medium-length blond hair and a perky ass—a textbook twink.

From a very young age I’ve known that I’m into guys, but growing up in a religious family in a fairly conservative city isn’t exactly the best place to express yourself freely. If you add to that having studied at an Opus school, well, you can imagine that it’s not that I’m in the closet—it’s that I’m inside the deepest cave… I’ve got the full package: parental controls on my phone, a heavily restricted computer, a mother the CNI could recruit for her investigative skills, plus the most backward father you can imagine.

And yes, indeed, at my age I jerk off like crazy and I’m still completely a virgin, although my little ass has tried all kinds of objects and fruits hahaha. You might wonder what inspires my releases; well, it’s very simple. Fortunately, my family loves sports and they’ve never put obstacles in my way when it comes to practicing them. To be original, after trying several, I eventually chose football, where I’m a more or less decent midfielder. It’s not exactly the best sport for coming out either, but at least there’s no shortage of sights for the eyes.

You can imagine what my favorite place is, hehe. The locker rooms, of course, especially those with open showers and no partitions, where we all shower naked without any shame. And if they’re column showers with no walls, then paradise. Which doesn’t mean I don’t sometimes go through hell trying not to get hard in front of everyone. In fact, this story begins on one of those days.

Just today the coach called us together to introduce two new boys who were joining the team. They were from the minors’ center next to the field and had just arrived last week by boat. They were from Senegal and supposedly under 18, although they were still waiting for the bone test. To me, by sight, they didn’t seem under 20. Their names were Abdou and Amadou, although the first is the protagonist of this story.

He was deeply black, dark as coal, with eyes that shone like two torches, fine features of a singular beauty. He must have been about 1.85 m tall and was solidly built without being exaggerated. His arms stood out, showing biceps the size of my head. In short, a runway model in front of whom I was practically drooling. After the introductions, we began training, and in all the exercises done in pairs, the coach put him with me since he barely stammered Spanish, but he did speak French perfectly, and that was one of the languages I mastered (advantages of a posh education, hehe). He was very shy and we barely exchanged anything beyond what was necessary for me to pass on the instructions we were given. He was in very good physical shape, and several times I struggled to keep up with him. After almost an hour and a half, the coac...