Justin’s POV I was really tempted to tell a good story how bad Brian was. But I still came to my senses before I opened my mouth. I knew that I would feel too guilty later. After all I knew how horrible it was to be in jail. And even if I was angry with Brian, I didn’t want him to hurt too much either. Gosh, I wished I knew what was wrong with me! My feelings for him were very conflicting. Or maybe I just didn’t want to have it too easy tomorrow. It was my chance to show all the people that I was a better soccer player than Brian. Okay, he was good, I gave him that. But I was younger, faster and knew some tricks how to paralyze an opponent. If I really exerted myself Brian wouldn’t have a chance! So I could hurt his ego at least! Maybe that was a better plan. I rubbed my hands and smiled brightly. “Okay, sounds fair. And I promise that we will win.” I said and shook the superintendent’s hand. A few hours later Roger who had called all the police stations and hospitals around finally found us. I persuaded him to bring our stuff into town, so Brian and I could take a hotel room here. Unfortunately there were a lot of people in the town that wanted to take part in the party. So they only had one free double room. Shit, I didn’t want to share a room with Brian! But how it looked, I had no choice. Well, it was only for three nights. I guessed I should be able to ignore him in those nights. “So, I hope that was our last stay in jail. I already feel like the gangster king.” Brian sighed. We just had gotten new football boots and shirts from the local authoriy. But before we met our team, the two of us were at the sports field to train a little bit. “Well, yeah, you look like one. So it’s understandable…” I began. I couldn’t help myself. Sometimes it was just fun to tease him and it cheered me up somehow. (Don't ask me why) But Brian obviously didn't think it was funny. “What do you mean with that?” He hissed. “I am beautiful!” “And conceited.” I rolled my eyes. “I see some wrinkles on your neck. Let’s face it Brian, you are aging.” “Fuck you, you twat!” “Oh, I hit a nerve!” I giggled. (Did I mention yet that I loved to tease Brian?) Brian’s POV This little twat! How could he dare? I might be a bit older than him, but I had no wrinkles - well, at least not very visible ones! “I’ll show you who is aging here! Let’s have a little challenge.” I suggested and hoped to save my honor that way. “We’ll put the ball on the penalty spot and go to the halfway line. Then we run a race and see who kicks the ball first and shoots a goal. And the winner can think of something that the loser has to do. How does that sound?” I almost shouted in joy when Justin agreed. I was sure that I would win because my legs were so much longer than his. But I shouldn’t laugh for a long time. I was a bit supercilious (I suppose) and gave him a start. But just when I was about to pass him, he stumbled and fell down. His groans and cries were heart-rending and scared me. So I didn’t think twice but knelt down to him. “What’s wrong? Are you hurt, baby?” Oh god, I didn’t say that. I just didn’t say it!!! “Baby?” (Or maybe I did) Justin grinned briefly at me and I cringed inwardly. How embarrassing! What only did this guy do to me? I never said such things before. “Where did you get hurt?” I had to change the subject. “My butt!” He blurted out. I must have looked pretty dumb, because he asked me: “You know what this is, don’t you?” “Yes, of course.” I mumbled. (Gee, as if he really needed an answer to that!) “Good.” He smiled and then he suddenly pulled down his gym shorts. A creamy white bubble butt came into sight. I couldn’t help myself but staring open mouthed at it. But I was surprised that I didn’t see any bruises though. That was kind of strange. I wasn’t surprised about my reaction to this sight though. After all sex was even a bigger hobby than soccer to me, but I haven’t been in a good ass for a long time yet. “You see?” His question interrupted my lustful thoughts. “No” I answered honestly and very confused. “Oh god, you are really old. Even your eyes don’t work properly anymore.” He sighed and took my hand. “Here I'll show you.” He placed it in the middle of his round cheek. “There isn’t anything.” I groaned. Especially my cock enjoyed this contact and it twitched noticeably. Even the little twat saw it and smirked. He quickly pulled up his shorts again and then it happened. “You should let him out. He wants to be free. Just shut your eyes and let me take care of him.” Blondie whispered seductively into my ear and pulled my shorts down. Shit, I was so horny that my brain didn’t work anymore. I closed my eyes and waited for him to touch me. But I waited in vain. Because nothing happened and after a while I opened my eyes. Then I saw him, a few feet away from me, but near the ball. Oh shit! The fucker took me for a ride!!