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Subject: Premiership lads part 8: The Trojan Horse Part eight: The Trojan Horse Since their awkward discovery, Harry Kane had been a tensed up bag of nerves, and it was really killing Eric Dier’s sex life. It’s not that Eric wasn’t stressed out too, or aware of the dangers to their reputations and professional lives, but he felt a lot more confidence in the discretion of their young accomplice � in fact, whilst Harry seemed painfully resentful of what had happened, Eric couldn’t deny a quiet thrill at it. The secrecy, the scandal, the voyeurism that only he had noticed. He’d been very careful to hide that detail from his � well, Harry hated the word `boyfriend’, but � lover, and very much kept this scrap of excitement to himself. And so Dier actually hadn’t had any proper action since that afternoon a couple of weeks back, and was even starting to worry that Kane might call things off, whatever `things’ actually were at this stage in their… `relationship’. It was a tough week anyway, they had Chelsea coming up on Sunday and so everybody on the squad was really going for it in training. By Friday morning, a mixture of hard work, sexual tension and nervousness at what was going to happen with Harry had put the muscular young midfielder really on edge. He was clinging to some hope that a big win against Chelsea would relax things for them all, and as the day wore on, he kept imagining the celebratory fuck-fest he might be allowed with his powerful captain. After lunch, he tried to get some chat going with Harry in the canteen, showing him some stupid headlines from a football website. `Look at this,’ he said, `apparently there’s all these leaked nudes of Ross Barkley been bought by a big newspaper, about to publish any day.’ He waved his phone screen at the tall, serious-faced Harry. `Could be fucking great for unnerving the opposition, something like that?’ Very conscious of their nearby teammates, Harry just screwed up his face in exaggerated disinterest. `Nude photos? Who cares about that,’ he grumbled, as if shrugging off the 25-year old. `Well, Ross the Boss will be quaking in his pants, or out of them,’ Eric chuckled to himself. `Stop talking about it,’ Harry hissed uncomfortably. The homoerotic potential of the gossip was clearly bothering him, even though what Eric had not said out loud was how much fucking money he’d given himself to get a hand on those pics: surely, between the two lovers, THAT went without saying. Barkley! `Okay, okay,’ Eric conceded irritably. He was about try and move the conversation on in a different direction, but Harry put down his cutlery with a heavy clatter, picked up his lunch tray and got up to fuck off, leaving Dier moodily finishing his own dull salad and quiche. He looked about the room at the dwindling collection of his teammates: everyone looked pretty on edge, really, it was no wonder Kane was being funny with him. He convinced himself it was a phase, that their little affair meant a bit more to Harry than he let on, that he wasn’t just a mug being pushed aside cos of a bit of personal risk. And there, a couple of tables away, was the source of the risk: Troy Parrott. He was a really good-looking lad, Eric thought to himself, though he would not really have noticed it so much other than for their weird storeroom encounter. Too young, although the 17-year old was tall and strapping and could easily pass for his early 20s, in fact. It was hard not to expect big things from the charming young Irishman, even if his recent first-team debut had been at least 50% down to Harry Kane leaning on the coaches and manager to get his way. The irony, Eric mulled, was that Kane was the person most threatened by the rise of a new striker at Spurs! Troy was in the middle of chatting with a couple of other young players, less prodigious ones who hadn’t cut through from youth and reserves to the main squad yet; but they were leaving, Troy had obviously been a bit later in and clearly liked his food, tray piled high. (Eric had noticed before that the canteen staff liked to mother and pamper this Irish transfer! Was anyone safe from his dark handsome features?) After a moment’s indecision, Eric decided to chat to Troy, what harm could it do? He disposed of his tray, grabbed a cuppa, and slid into the bench facing the young Parrott. `Hey, kid,’ he said with a slight nod of the head. Troy’s reaction was hard to read: that intelligent mixture of professional admiration and the very knowing look he kept giving him, or perhaps that was in Eric’s paranoid head, maybe he was just as terrified as Harry was of what this boy knew and could do to them if he chose. Troy’s answer was just a slight nod, his mouth too full of food to speak. `All going well? Enjoying the first team banter?’ After a pause. `Yeah, yeah. Fuckin’ class so far, mate.’ `Glad to hear it.’ `First two games have been… epic.’ `And you played well,’ Eric said honestly. `You deserved that shot, you know.’ `Maybe,’ Troy said, a touch nervously, `but don’t worry. I know how much you and Kane made it happen. I haven’t forgotten.’ It was the first hint of an unspoken thank you that had lingered in looks between the two men in the week and a bit since Troy’s debut, and Eric felt a buzz at it: partly as a recognition of his seniority and influence, and partly as a reminder of what else this meant Troy had not `forgotten’. He could not hide the smile of indulgent memory on his face but he tried to stay casual and laddish, not wanting to freak out the teenager. `Don’t worry, it was… the least we could do for you. And, I’ll be honest, it was mostly Hazza. He’s quite a big deal, don’t you know.’ `Aye,’ Troy murmured, `but he ain’t top dog, is he?’ The lad blushed a little bit at the innuendo, but both guys burst into a private chuckle at this. `Nah, not quite,’ Eric agreed a bit self-consciously, enjoying the teasing. `But seriously, thanks for… keeping your mouth shut. And, you know, standing guard that day. You’re a sweet lad.’ Troy shrugged evasively, trying to focus more on what was left of his lunch. `We’re a team, you know,’ he said reflectively, `we gotta look out for each other. And yeah, I appreciate the boost. Good to get noticed. Hopefully I’ll mersin escort make the line-up for Sunday against the Chelsea scum, but who knows.’ Eric thought back to that stupid gossipy news headline that had been so badly taken by Kane. `Well,’ he said, `I think some of their stars might be a bit fucking distracted, could play into our hands.’ He unlocked his phone and flipped through apps to find it again, then showed Troy, who looked a bit bewildered. `You’ve never probably met Ross but he’s quite the shy bloke, really � shit like this will get under his skin, even if it’s made up.’ `Oh, cool,’ Troy said uncertainly, a touch of sympathy in his face. `And let that be a lesson to you,’ the 25-year old groaned at him with a joking finger wag, acting like a much older bloke, `don’t be taking a load of nude pics and sending them to your girlfriend back home or whatever, hah!’ Troy looked both worried and highly amused by this, and Eric enjoyed his warm Irish chuckle: Parrott got more and more attractive the more you looked at him, really. That glint in his dark eyes, the surprisingly developed stubble on his sharp features, his short trimmed wiry hair. `Well, I’ll be sure to take more care!’ Troy said lightly. He pushed his plate away from him. `Not sure I can handle any more of this. Dunno why the girls always try and give me so much � do I look like skin and bone, or summat?’ `You’re lean,’ Eric said with a shrug, `but don’t worry. You look good.’ He let the compliment hang in the air and grinned to himself. `Hey, kid � what are you up to this afternoon? I need to hit the gym later but was thinking I might pop into the sauna first. Need to detox a bit before the big game on Sunday.’ `Does that really help?’ Troy asked curiously. The youngster’s na�ve ambition was endearing � one minute he was blackmailing senior players for a start, the next eager to learn from any tidbit. `Yeh, sure, you sweat out loads of shite,’ Eric affirmed. `You wanna join? It’s a good way to unwind from all this pressure too. Bet you’ve been feeling really on edge, trying to make sure you start on Sunday! Well, nothing more you can do now really. Gaffer will announce line-up tomorrow morning as usual.’ `Yeh,’ Troy said thoughtfully. `Well, okay, I guess. If you don’t mind me joining you.’ `Not at all,’ Eric said brightly, and gave him a thumbs up. `Take a bit to let your food settle though, kid.’ To relax the anxious looking teenager, he asked him a few questions about home, about Dublin life, how he was finding his lodging house and host family, and so on. A tantalising possibility was playing on Eric’s mind about this teenage heartthrob, but he didn’t want to get his hopes up too much just yet. But boy, it had been ages since that afternoon in the cupboard with Kane on his knees… After a while, it was thoughtful, curious Troy who piped up: `Shall we hit the sauna then? Sweat out some toxins and get fighting fit for Saturday?’ His ambition gleamed in his eyes. Eric nodded eagerly and got up to lead the way. The saunas were one of the more fancy additions to the club’s expensive new training centre this year, tucked away near the changing rooms, not far from the storeroom area where Eric and Harry had been so incautious that day � a coincidence that clearly occurred to Troy to, as he saw a flash of recognition and perhaps apprehension on the boy’s face as they rounded the corner. They headed into the now empty changing rooms; a lot of the lads were hitting the gym and some were out doing fuller training on the pitch. Eric unzipped his tracksuit top and slid it off, then quickly shed the white tshirt underneath, and allowed himself a vain moment in the mirror � his pecs and six pack were coming along well, even after the bouts of injury and illness that had got in the way last year. He saw Troy glancing at him thoughtfully as the young Irish lad whipped off his own top. `Bit more gym time if you wanna develop this way,’ Eric pointed out, trying not to sound patronisingly. `But staying a bit more lean might be good for you as a forward. You’ve still got a bit of six-pack coming through, kid.’ Troy nodded self-consciously but seemed to enjoy the feedback. `And besides, you’re a good lucking cunt, aren’t you? Don’t need to rely on muscles to charm.’ Troy just didn’t seem to know how to react to that, just a nervous laugh, turning away to finish undressing. Eric smiled and turned away politely so as not to stare too much; he slid off his trackies and socks and finally his boxer shorts, wrapping a fresh towel about his waste and taking a patient pause before checking young Troy had done the same. `Through here,’ he said cheerfully. `It’ll do you good,’ he added, seeing Troy looking slightly hesitant or shy. The heat him them both as they entered the dry sauna, a decent-sized block of a room lined with wooden bench. They slumped onto it at right angles, and Troy fiddled nervously with the tie of his white towel whilst Eric spread comfortably on his seat so it lay casually half-open across his squashed thighs. `It’s hot,’ Troy commented stupidly, a slim pale figure in the musty gloom. He really was tall and well-developed, though Eric was a good inch superior in height and notably chunkier in breadth. `That is sorta the point,’ Dier told him, through a smile, making no attempt to hide his roving, evaluative eyes taking in the exposed lean muscle of his young teammate. Both men’s skin was already prickling with sweat. `Yeh. True.’ Eric leaned forward a tiny bit to close the angled gap between them. `Harry says thank you too, by the way,’ he said, quietly even though they were comfortably away from other ears. `I mean, we’re both grateful, but… he has a lot more to lose than me, I guess. Personally and professionally.’ Troy nodded. `To be sure.’ `But yeah, we both thank you.’ `It’s cool, I mean, who would believe me if I said?’ Troy said with an awkward chuckle. `I could hardly believe my eyes and I was the one seeing it. No offence.’ Eric grinned. `None taken. You, er, saw quite a bit, didn’t you?’ he pushed gently. Troy twitched and shifted a bit on the seat. `Sorry, pal,’ he said quickly. `I just…’ `It’s okay,’ Eric responded with a little wave. escort mersin `I really don’t mind. I mean, how can I? We were stupid and risky, huh. We were fucking lucky it was a sweet team-spirited lad like yourself rather than… I dunno, some bell-end like Dele.’ A slightly nervous laugh. `It’d be all over Snapchat by now if that tool had walked in on us!’ Troy echoed the laugh uncertainly. `Yeh, maybe,’ he said. `So… um… are you and Harry, like…?’ It was Dier’s turn to feel a bit wrongfooted, as he really didn’t know how to answer. `It’s been going on a good few months,’ he admitted. `I don’t think either of us really know… what it is, yet. We both thought we were straight. Mostly.’ `Right,’ Troy said, and it looked to Eric like his mind was wondering back to what he saw. Great. `It’s one of those things,’ the muscular defensive player said in a slow, quiet voice. `You don’t quite know what you want until you… experiment.’ He watched Troy’s thoughtful face, and then wiped his own sweaty brow a little, running his fingers up through his short cropped dirty blond hair. Then he shifted himself a bit more, and untied the towel from his waist � he tugged it up, folded it and swung it about his neck instead, so he was sat bollock naked against the heat of the sauna. It took Troy a moment to notice, and he looked a bit taken aback. `Best to be comfortable,’ Dier told him knowledgeably, and shifted his legs a bit to really display his privates. `Oh,’ Troy said, trying his best not to look that way, `yeah, fair. Um…’ And then, as impressionable as hoped, he copied, reaching to his hip to undo the towel and then removing it in a clumsy shuffle until it was around his shoulders draped in the same way, and… Dier started a bit. `Holy fuck, kid,’ he said, nodding across to what lay between those slim but strong dark-haired thighs. `I didn’t expect that.’ `What?’ Troy said in alarm, then `Oh, right, yeah…’ It was a big one, to say the least. Bigger than Eric might have imagined on the lanky striker, and perhaps, bigger than most he’d ever noticed on lads in a long while. It lay beneath a modest bush of pubes, against Troy’s thigh. `The Trojan Horse,’ he quipped admiringly. Was Parrott blushing or was it just the heat? They were both practically dripping now. `Well,’ mumbled the teen, `yours is… you know… big enough, I’m sure…’ Eric spread his thighs a bit more and took his dick in hand. `Yeah,’ he said, `I mean, Kane certainly seems to like it!’ Troy giggle at that. `Um, yeh, it looked like it!’ They both laughed a bit more freely. `Must hurt, that kinda sex,’ Troy said naively. `I was… I dunno… curious to see it, like… it’s not something I ever thought about or knew any gay guys, so…’ A realisation dawned on Dier in the stuffy heat of the sauna. `Troy, mate, are you a virgin?’ he asked bluntly. There was a moment where the strapping teen striker looked about to lie, but his expression was revealing enough. To be fair, he wasn’t 18 until February, he really was a fresh Dublin export. His eyes told Eric everything he needed to know. `I do have a girlfriend, we just haven’t… She wasn’t ready, and then I had to moved to England again for the transfer, and…’ `You don’t need to make excuses,’ Dier told him in a soothing tone. `Not at all. I respect your… patience.’ And I’m fucking turned on by your innocence, his inner voice screamed. `You shouldn’t do any shit until you’re ready,’ he went on, and gave his floppy cock a slight stroke as he talked. `Oh I’m ready,’ Parrott responded a little too excitedly. `I mean, I’m so up for it, I just don’t want to rush her, our families are pretty strict, so…’ `Right, right,’ Dier sighed thoughtfully. `Well, I could… Oh, fuck, listen to me, I need to control my fat gob every now and then…’ `What?’ `Nothing mate, relax � enjoy the heat and…’ `What were you gonna say?’ Eric looked at him keenly and then pulled his weight along the corner of bench a little bit so their feet swung close, and he let his toes brush the softer skin of Troy’s foot. `I was just thinking aloud, being the twat I am… well, I could always help you out, if you were getting very impatient!’ Troy pulled his foot back sharply. `I don’t want FUCKED,’ he said in a tone of panic, tensing up. Dier laughed and reached his toes over for more sweaty footsie. `Mate, I was NOT thinking that far, don’t worry…’ I definitely AM thinking that far, you beautiful bastard… `I just meant, you know, something to get you off � other than your own palm over and over! But it’s a daft idea, isn’t it?’ `Yes,’ Troy said crossly, but there was enough conflict on his face to please the older lad. `It would just be weird for you,’ Eric murmured, `and I don’t know how Hazza would feel about it.’ That seed of competition seemed to do the trick, igniting the ambition that young Troy always exuded. Eric went quiet, flexing his arms slowly, feeling the beads of sweat trickling down his lightly haired body. Then, when there was no real answer from his companion, he just reached over and stroked above his knee a little. He ran his fingers over the firm muscle. `You’re so hairy for 17,’ he pointed out quietly. `Yeah, I guess,’ Troy said, and did nothing to push the questing fingers away. `Hairy and hung,’ Dier added softly, and ran his fingers a bit further up the inside of the leg. He took his time, as he’d done that first time he’d played about with Kane, almost a year ago; you couldn’t rush this first exploration. He played his fingers in soft scratching movements over the hairy flesh, and only once he’d really heard the first anticipatory gasp of Troy’s slow arousal, he lay his fingers over that thick long pipe. `Dier, mate…’ Troy breathed anxiously. `It is so fucking big, isn’t it?’ Eric giggled, and took it fully in hand. `And heavy.’ Their eyes met. `You want me to stop, buddy?’ Troy took a long moment to answer. `I don’t fucking know,’ he admitted, and at this Eric shuffled closer to him, pressing their strong hot damp legs side by side, and taking a firmer grip on the slowly responding semi. `As soon as you say stop, I’ll let go,’ Eric breathed in his mate’s ear, and ran his thumb and fingers up and mersin escort bayan down the fleshy shaft in long strokes. `God, how big is this thing gonna get…? You make Kane’s look a bit like a twiglet,’ he exaggerated in the same moaning whisper. `Really?’ Troy gasped in a tiny voice, watching his own cock responding to the touch and letting out a wavering moan of enjoyment. `Oh yeah, mate, you are… you’re in the big league, down there… fuck…’ It was reaching an impressive length, a real rock hard pole that made Eric’s eyes light up in envy. He pulled up and down on it slowly, controlling his own excitement as much as he could. He loved the sound of Troy’s ragged nervous breathing, and licked his lips as the forward draped one trembling arm about his own broad shoulders, more flesh on flesh. `Just look at the size of you,’ he hissed eagerly into Troy’s ear, and nodded from the big dick in his hand to his own flopping semi. Dier knew he had a decent sized cock, especially in girth if not so long, but the comparison was clear enough to astound Parrott at his own proportions. `Go on,’ Eric muttered in his ear, `give mine a feel, see how much smaller it is than yours.’ Troy hesitated, but then did as suggested, crossing arms with Eric and reaching over to gently touch: Eric tensed up in excitement and let out a deep breath of relief at the feel of shaky warm fingers on his own cock. `Oh buddy,’ he moaned. `I dunno,’ Troy said, `I think yours feels really pretty big in my…’ `Mmm,’ Eric groaned, ignoring him, `your hand feels so good on it…’ `Does it??’ `Oh, yeah… give it a good… oh, mate…’ While forcing out the exaggerated vocal response, Dier increased his grip and stroke on Troy’s masterful length encouragingly, and felt the uncertain teenager start to meet his rhythm almost unconsciously. Troy seemed to just keep staring between their sweat-dripping meats in disbelief, as if unsure it was even his own hand or his own cock he was actually watching. Both men were breathing in rough pants, the heat and handjob making them dazed and gasping. `Fuck,’ Troy mumbled, `I reckon I’ll…’ `Oh, no,’ Eric said, `not yet, buddy. Not yet…’ He slid his hand off the lad’s cock and stroked up his gently defined six pack, then leant his muscular form over, hunching to get his mouth down to the prize. He didn’t often suck off Harry, he preferred to dominate his captain and that had always seemed to be what the otherwise alpha male wanted from him, yet right now he could think of no greater prize than taking Troy’s big nob in his mouth. He opened wide to really take it in, knowing it was too big for him but trying anyway. The teen’s loud gasp of surprised and orgasmic pleasure was enough to drive him on. He gripped Troy by the waist and the leg and bobbed up and down on the cock as rapidly and hungrily as he could, and it didn’t take long to get his prize. `Holy shit,’ cried Parrott, `holy fucking shit mate…’ When Eric lifted his head, white cum was all over his lips and dribbling a bit onto the thick blond stubble of his chin. He gulped and gasped. `You taste fucking great,’ he breathed through the mouthful of spunk, and saw the dazed shock on the younger player’s face. `Here,’ he moaned, and reached for that huge cock again � he gave it a slow upward stroke and smeared two fingers over the bulging head, taking the last of Troy’s load onto them, then offered it upwards towards the teen’s mouth. `Try it,’ he urged. Troy’s eyes looked unsure but his mouth agreed, as he parted his lips and let Eric guide the creamy splash in. The feel of that pretty mouth sucking cum off his fingers drove Dier absolutely wild, and once he pulled his fingers out, he swiftly applied that hand to his own cock, taking over from Troy’s slow nervous strokes. `Salty,’ murmured the dazed Irishman, for want of a better description, leaning his trembling body against Eric’s sturdy frame and then staring down as the bigger guy with the (slightly) smaller cock began to climax. `Whoa…’ Eric arched his back and hugged onto him tightly and let out a bestial groan as he fired off three spurts of his juice that spattered the smoky glass of the sauna door. `Oh man,’ he yelped, `oh man, oh man…’ He squeezed Troy to him, their sweaty bodies pressed together, then leant over and just planted a single kiss on top of his head. `That was fun,’ he sighed. Troy nodded but was lost for words. `I think I need to cool down,’ he said in a voice that was almost a post-orgasmic whimper � none of the ballsy blackmailing confidence he had shown when discovering them that day, or that was making him a promising figure on the field. Eric just laughed and hugged him again, and then stroked his wilting cock. `Yeah, we both do,’ he giggled. `Before things get too wild.’ They got up, wrapping their towels about them, and made their way out and towards the showers. Eric slowed to let the bewildered youngster go ahead, grinning like a Chesire chat to himself at the cream he had received. What a tasty load this hot fucking stud had, wow. He licked his lips and followed Troy into the shower block. The men showered in total silence: Parrott seeming just shellshocked by the intense sauna experience, Dier just beaming to himself at his first man-on-man fun since they were caught. He was still grinning contentedly as he dried himself off. He watched Troy sit down in his towel looking a bit lost, but also very satisfied. `Not quite a virgin any more,’ Eric said softly. `You wanna say that any louder?’ Troy joked bashfully, giving him a weak grin. `Don’t worry. Now we both have secrets on each other, eh? And mine,’ he checked the room was empty for sure, and leant down to kiss him on the head again, `is that you taste fucking wonderful.’ He backed away to finish drying off and get dressed. `Don’t worry about what happened. It doesn’t have to mean anything, okay?’ Troy nodded doubtfully. `And one other thing,’ Eric told him, whipping off his towel and picking up his boxer shirts as his cock and balls flopped about loose, `drink a fuck-load of water today, you’ll be really dehydrated by that.’ `The sauna, or the…’ Eric just chuckled. `Both, lad. Both.’ He tugged on his pants and tshirt and checked the time. `See you tomorrow, buddy. Fingers crossed you make the squad for Sunday.’ `Yeah…’ Troy mumbled, his Premiership career seemingly suddenly insignificant next to his first hand- and blow-jobs in a dark sweaty sauna. `Fingers crossed…’

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