The First Aid-Man

At work, about a year ago, I trained as the work's first-aider. When the captain of the work's football team discovered this, he asked me if I would do a first-aid duty for the football team, when they had a match. I agreed. Last Saturday we had a home game. Our lads were playing against the local firemen's team. Our team colours are blue and the lads looked good as they ran onto the field in their blue soccer shorts and shirts. Each lad had their white soccer socks pulled right up and one or two wore blue cycling shorts underneath their shorts. The first part of the game passed off uneventfully. But during the second half one of the guys, Darren got kicked in the shins. I rushed onto the pitch with my cold wet sponge. He was in a lot of pain so I told him he better come off and let the substitute play. I helped him into the changing room and told him that I needed to have a closer look at his leg. I gently pulled down his sock - he was wearing shin pads under his white soccer socks - even so, there was a big bruise where he got kicked. I applied a cold compress and he winced as I put it on. "Ahhhhh! that really hurts," he yelled. "Don't be such a baby," I joked. The bruise really did look painful and he was having trouble standing up. "Do you want me to give you a hand getting changed!" I asked. "Would you? That would be great" he replied "No problems. Let's get your shirt off first" I must admit I was slightly shocked when I pulled his shirt off. There was not a hair on his chest or under his arms. He noticed my expression of surprise. "errrr ummm" he said. "My girlfriend doesn't like my hairy chest so I have to shave." Fair enough I thought to myself - but it looks like he shaves his legs too. I decided to say nothing as I untied his soccer boots and eased them off gently. I pulled down his white soccer socks and undid his shin pads. "Right, let's get your shorts off" I said. "I don't have any sweat pants to wear," he said, "I've left them in the car." "That's okay, you can have mine - I'll swap your shorts for my sweatpants." He looked at me and smiled. "You're a real mate, y'know." I smiled back. I undid the string of his shorts and gently pulled them down. His tight blue lycra cycling shorts underneath did not conceal his big cock - it looked as if it was semi-erect. I took off my black Nike Shox trainers and pulled down my grey sweatpants. My blue Suregard jock was just about managing to hold my hard cock in place. "Nice jock Paul," his irresistible smile and flash of white teeth made my cock pulse in my tight jock. "Shall we swap underwear too?" he asked. "I'm game if you are" I replied. I started to move my hands up his smooth legs to the soft lycra of the cycling shorts. They were so smooth and so tight. "Do you like my cycling shorts? I love wearing them. They really belong to my younger brother. They're too small for me but I like them tight and they keep my equipment in place - they feel good too" he said. He was about eighteen years old, and his younger brother was only about sixteen. "They do feel good mate" I said as I moved my hand closer to his hardening cock. It kicked in its lycra prison. He lent over and rubbed his hand over my tight jock. By then I was leaking pre-cum. He gently released my cock and without another word took my 6" uncut cock into his mouth. I groaned with pleasure. I pulled his cycling shorts down and started to rub him. Within a few seconds, his young cock was pumping his man juice out. His body tensed as spurt after spurt of thick, creamy spunk pumped from his hard cock. I warned him that I was approaching my climax but he just continued sucking. I emptied my load into his hot mouth. We fell back exhausted onto the changing room benches. It was then he asked if he could have my jock. "Only if I can have your cycling shorts" I told him. "It's a deal. My brother would like to have a jock instead of cycling shorts - he won't wear cycling shorts any more". I helped him into my jock and sweatpants. I slipped on his cycling shorts and pulled his soccer shorts over the top. We emerged from the back door of the changing rooms wearing each other's kit. I quickly piled him into his car and made my way back to the football game before anyone noticed I was not there. I still have those cycling shorts. I often wonder if Darren's brother got as much pleasure out of that jock as I did!