A Good Goalkeeper
Rating: M.
Pairing: Edwin van der Sar/Maarten Stekelenburg.
Disclaimer: If that was the way goalies trained, the world would be more insane than what it already is.
Summary: Ed teaches Maarten a thing... or two.
Special thanks: To my partner in crime aka_centimetre2 for kicking my arse into motion with this one!
Basic rules for a good goalkeeper.
1. Be humble. Agree to listen to the people who want to teach you.
Maarten Stekelenburg walked on to the pitch. He didn’t know why everybody had insisted that training was going to be different from all the others. In fact, he didn’t even know why he needed it. He’d trained at Ajax long enough to know about being a goalkeeper, hadn’t he?
But, of course, he was becoming goalkeeper for the Netherlands now. In a World Cup. So, Bert had recommended he learned from the best.
He put on his kit and was jogging around, stretching, when he saw the tall figure of the man who’d been a symbol at the goal for so many years walk on to him.
Edwin van der Sar.
2. Feel at home between the goalposts.
“Hello, Maarten,” the older man said, politely.
“What’s up, Ed?” the younger blonde answered, in a somewhat dismissive way.
“Ready for your training?”
Maarten shrugged. “Guess I am.”
“Ok,” Ed grabbed a ball. “Ready?”
“Where are the others? Who’s gonna shoot?” the Ajax boy looked at the deserted pitch.
“No shooting now, Maarten. Theory first. You can’t know the work if you don’t know it in paper, right?”
The young man rolled his eyes. He’d gone there to learn perhaps a thing or two about stopping penalties, not back to school.
“What are the basic rules for a good goalkeeper?”
“Use your hands,” Maarten said, in a simple, dispassionate way. “Be quick. Don’t be afraid of the ball. The goal is your home but you’re a part of the team because this is total football and Cruyff and…”
“You don’t seem to be very enthusiastic about it. You’re worse than a kid at school.”
Maarten rolled his eyes again as he paced along the line of the goal, touching one post, and then other. This was boring. Boring like fuck.
He remembered what Bert had said.
“You should train with Edwin. So you’ll be ready. It will be good for you, to learn from him.”
“He’s a great coach,” Phil had nodded. He sounded as if he wanted to add a smile to that comment but refrained from it. “He’ll show you many secrets from life at the pitch.”
Well, those were anything but secrets. That was a lesson, and he might as well have grabbed a desk, a notebook and a pencil and sat down.
“Maarten?”
The young man looked at the older goalkeeper. Edwin, with his peaceful face, his cold blue eyes, and his sweet smile. Now he was looking at him, cocking an eyebrow, looking as if he wanted to laugh.
“Well, Maarten?”
The Ajax goalkeeper had sat down almost involuntarily. He wasn’t really sure when he had done it. But now that Ed spoke to him, he got up, proudly.
3. Be alert at all times, and ready for everything.
“Look, Edwin,” he said, “and I mean this respectfully. I mean… I know you’re a good coach, and have been a goalkeeper for all these years and everything, but… hey. I think that if Bert chose me is for a reason, don’t you think? And I guess I learned enough theory at Ajax.”
Ed’s blue eyes narrowed. Of course. He’d heard the new kid was very conceited, but he had no idea…
“And, anyways,” Maarten went on, removing his gloves, as if he was ready to leave. “Bert told me you would show me some secrets. If you want, I can review my theory today, and tomorrow you can tell me all.”
Edwin kept his eyes glued to him, as the young blonde stretched himself lazily.
The older man knew those moves. Nimble, like a cat. A tease. A fucking tease all right.
He knew Maarten didn’t need any training. In fact, when Bert told him the Ajax boy would be his replacement, Ed had agreed wholly. He’d actually been surprised when van Marwijk had mentioned “training”. He was sure Maarten didn’t need it.
But now he knew what kind of training it was.
“Maarten,” he called out, looking at his successor’s long arms. He had taken his kit off, and was now wearing a sports wifebeater.
“Yes?”
“You want to learn the secrets, don’t you?”
“Yes, yes I do.” The smug smile on the younger man’s face couldn’t hide his urgency. Ed knew better.
“Very well then. Let’s forget the theory then. Come here.”
The young goalkeeper bended over to take back his kit, but Edwin stopped him.
“You won’t be needing that.”
Maarten blinked. He looked at his “coach”-and immediately noticed his face had changed. He was not the calm, and almost paternal figure he’d been some minutes ago. There was a hint of mischief in his features.
But what was-
Edwin had walked on to him. Ed was pretty close now. Ed touched his hips, letting his long fingers slide down, and-
When he opened his eyes to gasp at the surprise of having his cock touched, Edwin caught his open mouth with his lips and slid his tongue inside, not giving the younger goalkeeper a chance to answer.
It was Maarten himself who broke the kiss-he felt unable to respond to it. Ed backed away, and he was laughing.
“Well, you just missed one of the most important rules of a good goalkeeper.”
“Huh?” the young blonde felt he couldn’t say anything more.
“A good goalkeeper must be alert. At all times. And believe me, that’s something you’re not. If you had been alert, you would have guessed my intentions from second one.”
Maarten blinked.
“Are those… the secrets?”
“Well, of course.” Ed took two other long steps forward, and now his hands slid underneath Maarten’s wifebeater, and started teasing his right nipple, until it was hard. “And these are my lessons… this is the way I teach… And don’t you try to back away. I know you like this.”
4. Trust the defenders, but know how to handle them. They’re there to support you. Place them as if they were your guards, but remember: your job is to stop goals. So you don’t have to shout at them.
“How did you know?” Maarten nearly choked out, unable to deny it. Even though Ed was only playing with his right nipple, he could feel the left one hardening too, just from arousal-
“It’s not as if I’m unaware of what happens at Ajax.” Edwin moved his hands away from the younger man’s body and started removing his own kit.
“I… I knew about Ruud and you,” Maarten said, looking down-not because of a touch of humility, but because he could see his erection was threatening to puncture a hole through his shorts. “But… but… thought you were like faithful and always together and you wouldn’t let anyone else touch you.”
“Which only proves you know nothing,” Ed winked. His slender and sensual torso was now exposed, his nipples hardened under the fresh late afternoon air. The younger blonde bit his lip when he saw that. He would have never guessed it. Underneath that cool, mature exterior, there was a sex god waiting.
“Who are the others?”
“My defense…” Ed’s able hands took Maarten’s wifebeater and pulled it upwards. His eyes laughed when he saw the younger man’s rock-hard nipples. “You see, a good goalkeeper has to trust his defense. Acquaint himself to all of them… because they’re your best friends…”
Edwin didn’t say anything else. His mouth traveled down, and he put now Maarten’s left nipple between his lips, brushing it with his teeth.
“Vidic? Uh-Ferdinand?” the other goalkeeper nearly choked.
“All of them. One night when it started,” Ed’s laugh was breathy, and Maarten could feel the warm air against his ribcage. After nibbling a little at his skin, he finished: “Come on. Take everything off. Enough warming up.”
5. Have strong hands. You have to stop anything.
“You think you have strong hands?”
Maarten looked at his sweaty palms.
“You have to show me if you do.”
The young blonde just swallowed as Edwin laid carelessly on the grass, his head propped up with an elbow so he could be in a reclining position.
And, then, he stretched his long legs, opening them. Wide.
Now Maarten could see everything. His entrance, tempting, that hot, welcoming tightness… and that huge cock he had… as long as his body, and standing tall…
“Stop looking,” Ed chuckled. “And, remember. Hands.”
“You… you want to…”
“Of course.”
Maarten knelt down on the grass next to Ed. He hesitated for a moment, but, after taking a look at Ed’s eyes, he started pumping at the older man’s dick, his hands surrounding the long shaft.
“Nice,” Ed nearly purred, closing his eyes. “But… you’re missing something.”
“Huh?”
6. Play with the ball. Have confidence in the ball.
“And you have two of them there, don’t you?”
Maarten felt almost humiliated. However, he just did as he was told-he could not deny his predecessor was hot, unbelievably hot, and that his age had not blemished that perfect body of his.
So, slowly, not missing the rhythm he had already set on Edwin’s cock, one of his hands traveled toward his balls, squeezing them, caressing them-and actually reveling on their softness.
“Yeah…” Ed now just spread himself on the grass, letting Maarten do his thing. He was just enjoying, his eyes closed, a smile on his face. “Now that’s what I’m talking about. You seem to have good hands after all, Maarten.”
The young man had barely blushed, partly because he did feel embarrassed, partly because of the compliment, partly because he also liked to feel Edwin’s length, mostly when it started leaking, warm come making his already sweaty palms even wetter…
“Stop,” Ed gasped.
“What?”
“Good hands, Maarten. Great, I’d say. But, you seem to have some other skill, as I can see.”
“Huh?”
“You, boy,” Edwin was reclined once again. “You, you have a great mouth. And I guess you’d like to use it as well, don’t you?”
Maarten sighed, but Ed’s leaking shaft looked-delectable.
He then put it into his mouth, tasting the older man’s seed. And his skin.
He liked the taste.
When he finished sucking, licking, and his tongue had cleaned every single inch of Edwin’s soft skin, that long cock was erect and pulsing once again.
7. Agility, flexibility. Be nimble.
“You’re a fast learner,” Ed chuckled, getting up, and now pressing a kiss to his “pupil”-it tasted good, like him and at the same time like Maarten. It was a mixture of two tastes, and that was sexy.
“Perfect,” Edwin said then, and his eyes focused on his partner’s erection. “And you’re all set too. So… how do you like it?”
Maarten could almost feel his cock softening when he heard that. The memory of Ed’s entrance was just too intense. However, there were some other memories that were just as… strong.
“Not that…” the young man finally swallowed, and Edwin felt the small spark of triumph, because Maarten didn’t sound as such a prick as he’d been when he’d started, but he was also a little softened by the obvious rejection from the Ajax kid.
“What’s the matter?”
“I… I didn’t like it.”
“You were bottom?” Ed wanted to know. His erection had not decreased an inch.
“Zlatan was too big. And I was new,” was everything Maarten said.
The older goalie chuckled. True. Maarten had just arrived to Ajax when Zlatan Ibrahimovic was already big there, pun intended.
“Ok, ok,” he finally said. “You don’t have to be bottom. So, guess you’ll have to watch and learn, huh?”
“You… You want-“
“For fuck’s sake, kid. I’ve known bigger than yours.”
The last man Maarten had considered a whore.
Edwin got on all fours, offering himself once again to the younger blonde.
“What are you waiting for?”
Maarten took some hesitant steps, but, finally, he placed his hands on Ed’s hips and started pushing, slowly, inch by inch, feeling the hotness around his cock, so nice, and then-
He hit Ed’s prostate. Slowly, but nicely. That was when he saw the older man arched, gracefully, his spine curving underneath the skin, a small moan leaving his lips.
“Come on. Do it again…”
Maarten complied. That wasn’t so bad, he thought, as he started moving rhythmically. He was the one fucking, not being fucked, and it wasn’t uncomfortable, but rather sexy, and-
“Change position…”
“Huh?”
“Slow learner!” Ed choked out as loud as he could, and Maarten had to fight the urge of pulling out, which he didn’t want to, or just fuck Edwin until he was silent.
“Take a hold of my body. And sit down,” the older man gasped.
Maarten did was he was told, though his hands were hesitant. However, then he was sitting on the grass, which made his skin itchy, but Ed didn’t seem to mind. Instead, he just curved a leg upwards (don’t tell me that was what he meant with flexibility) as he rode the Ajax goalkeeper backwards, and then his hands traveled backwards, finding Maarten’s arse, as if he wanted to feel that cock deeper-
Maarten couldn’t believe that he was actually learning how hard the grip of Edwin van der Sar’s hands was by having them tightening around his butt. If he gripped the ball like that…
His hands were the ones that were loose now, but the older man didn’t care-he had set his own rhythm on Maarten’s shaft, and pretty soon his hands tightened more and his muscles too, and he shot his load, together with the younger blonde.
8. Know when you’re mistaken. Admit fair defeat.
Maarten was still lying on the grass, forgetting about the itch, as Ed stood up and was nonchalantly getting dressed again.
“No fucking way,” the younger man said. “No fucking way that was what Phil and Bert meant.”
“The training?” Ed smiled as he threw Maarten’s clothes at his tired body. The boy moaned in a tired way when his dirty shorts hit his face.
“Yes, that. What the hell?”
Edwin laughed. Fully dressed, he looked as reserved and as respectable as ever.
“Now you know there’s more to a good goalkeeper than meets the eye.”
“And does that work?” Even then, Maarten raised an skeptical eyebrow.
“Look at me. Goalkeeper for I don’t know how many years, and one of the best in the world!”
The younger man was about to add something else, but Edwin interrupted him.
“Don’t say anything, kid. What? Didn’t I give you a good lesson?”
Maarten closed his eyes. His limp cock still felt sticky and warm from his own fluids and the memory of Ed’s body.
“Yes. You win.”
Pairing: Edwin van der Sar/Maarten Stekelenburg.
Disclaimer: If that was the way goalies trained, the world would be more insane than what it already is.
Summary: Ed teaches Maarten a thing... or two.
Special thanks: To my partner in crime aka_centimetre2 for kicking my arse into motion with this one!
Basic rules for a good goalkeeper.
1. Be humble. Agree to listen to the people who want to teach you.
Maarten Stekelenburg walked on to the pitch. He didn’t know why everybody had insisted that training was going to be different from all the others. In fact, he didn’t even know why he needed it. He’d trained at Ajax long enough to know about being a goalkeeper, hadn’t he?
But, of course, he was becoming goalkeeper for the Netherlands now. In a World Cup. So, Bert had recommended he learned from the best.
He put on his kit and was jogging around, stretching, when he saw the tall figure of the man who’d been a symbol at the goal for so many years walk on to him.
Edwin van der Sar.
2. Feel at home between the goalposts.
“Hello, Maarten,” the older man said, politely.
“What’s up, Ed?” the younger blonde answered, in a somewhat dismissive way.
“Ready for your training?”
Maarten shrugged. “Guess I am.”
“Ok,” Ed grabbed a ball. “Ready?”
“Where are the others? Who’s gonna shoot?” the Ajax boy looked at the deserted pitch.
“No shooting now, Maarten. Theory first. You can’t know the work if you don’t know it in paper, right?”
The young man rolled his eyes. He’d gone there to learn perhaps a thing or two about stopping penalties, not back to school.
“What are the basic rules for a good goalkeeper?”
“Use your hands,” Maarten said, in a simple, dispassionate way. “Be quick. Don’t be afraid of the ball. The goal is your home but you’re a part of the team because this is total football and Cruyff and…”
“You don’t seem to be very enthusiastic about it. You’re worse than a kid at school.”
Maarten rolled his eyes again as he paced along the line of the goal, touching one post, and then other. This was boring. Boring like fuck.
He remembered what Bert had said.
“You should train with Edwin. So you’ll be ready. It will be good for you, to learn from him.”
“He’s a great coach,” Phil had nodded. He sounded as if he wanted to add a smile to that comment but refrained from it. “He’ll show you many secrets from life at the pitch.”
Well, those were anything but secrets. That was a lesson, and he might as well have grabbed a desk, a notebook and a pencil and sat down.
“Maarten?”
The young man looked at the older goalkeeper. Edwin, with his peaceful face, his cold blue eyes, and his sweet smile. Now he was looking at him, cocking an eyebrow, looking as if he wanted to laugh.
“Well, Maarten?”
The Ajax goalkeeper had sat down almost involuntarily. He wasn’t really sure when he had done it. But now that Ed spoke to him, he got up, proudly.
3. Be alert at all times, and ready for everything.
“Look, Edwin,” he said, “and I mean this respectfully. I mean… I know you’re a good coach, and have been a goalkeeper for all these years and everything, but… hey. I think that if Bert chose me is for a reason, don’t you think? And I guess I learned enough theory at Ajax.”
Ed’s blue eyes narrowed. Of course. He’d heard the new kid was very conceited, but he had no idea…
“And, anyways,” Maarten went on, removing his gloves, as if he was ready to leave. “Bert told me you would show me some secrets. If you want, I can review my theory today, and tomorrow you can tell me all.”
Edwin kept his eyes glued to him, as the young blonde stretched himself lazily.
The older man knew those moves. Nimble, like a cat. A tease. A fucking tease all right.
He knew Maarten didn’t need any training. In fact, when Bert told him the Ajax boy would be his replacement, Ed had agreed wholly. He’d actually been surprised when van Marwijk had mentioned “training”. He was sure Maarten didn’t need it.
But now he knew what kind of training it was.
“Maarten,” he called out, looking at his successor’s long arms. He had taken his kit off, and was now wearing a sports wifebeater.
“Yes?”
“You want to learn the secrets, don’t you?”
“Yes, yes I do.” The smug smile on the younger man’s face couldn’t hide his urgency. Ed knew better.
“Very well then. Let’s forget the theory then. Come here.”
The young goalkeeper bended over to take back his kit, but Edwin stopped him.
“You won’t be needing that.”
Maarten blinked. He looked at his “coach”-and immediately noticed his face had changed. He was not the calm, and almost paternal figure he’d been some minutes ago. There was a hint of mischief in his features.
But what was-
Edwin had walked on to him. Ed was pretty close now. Ed touched his hips, letting his long fingers slide down, and-
When he opened his eyes to gasp at the surprise of having his cock touched, Edwin caught his open mouth with his lips and slid his tongue inside, not giving the younger goalkeeper a chance to answer.
It was Maarten himself who broke the kiss-he felt unable to respond to it. Ed backed away, and he was laughing.
“Well, you just missed one of the most important rules of a good goalkeeper.”
“Huh?” the young blonde felt he couldn’t say anything more.
“A good goalkeeper must be alert. At all times. And believe me, that’s something you’re not. If you had been alert, you would have guessed my intentions from second one.”
Maarten blinked.
“Are those… the secrets?”
“Well, of course.” Ed took two other long steps forward, and now his hands slid underneath Maarten’s wifebeater, and started teasing his right nipple, until it was hard. “And these are my lessons… this is the way I teach… And don’t you try to back away. I know you like this.”
4. Trust the defenders, but know how to handle them. They’re there to support you. Place them as if they were your guards, but remember: your job is to stop goals. So you don’t have to shout at them.
“How did you know?” Maarten nearly choked out, unable to deny it. Even though Ed was only playing with his right nipple, he could feel the left one hardening too, just from arousal-
“It’s not as if I’m unaware of what happens at Ajax.” Edwin moved his hands away from the younger man’s body and started removing his own kit.
“I… I knew about Ruud and you,” Maarten said, looking down-not because of a touch of humility, but because he could see his erection was threatening to puncture a hole through his shorts. “But… but… thought you were like faithful and always together and you wouldn’t let anyone else touch you.”
“Which only proves you know nothing,” Ed winked. His slender and sensual torso was now exposed, his nipples hardened under the fresh late afternoon air. The younger blonde bit his lip when he saw that. He would have never guessed it. Underneath that cool, mature exterior, there was a sex god waiting.
“Who are the others?”
“My defense…” Ed’s able hands took Maarten’s wifebeater and pulled it upwards. His eyes laughed when he saw the younger man’s rock-hard nipples. “You see, a good goalkeeper has to trust his defense. Acquaint himself to all of them… because they’re your best friends…”
Edwin didn’t say anything else. His mouth traveled down, and he put now Maarten’s left nipple between his lips, brushing it with his teeth.
“Vidic? Uh-Ferdinand?” the other goalkeeper nearly choked.
“All of them. One night when it started,” Ed’s laugh was breathy, and Maarten could feel the warm air against his ribcage. After nibbling a little at his skin, he finished: “Come on. Take everything off. Enough warming up.”
5. Have strong hands. You have to stop anything.
“You think you have strong hands?”
Maarten looked at his sweaty palms.
“You have to show me if you do.”
The young blonde just swallowed as Edwin laid carelessly on the grass, his head propped up with an elbow so he could be in a reclining position.
And, then, he stretched his long legs, opening them. Wide.
Now Maarten could see everything. His entrance, tempting, that hot, welcoming tightness… and that huge cock he had… as long as his body, and standing tall…
“Stop looking,” Ed chuckled. “And, remember. Hands.”
“You… you want to…”
“Of course.”
Maarten knelt down on the grass next to Ed. He hesitated for a moment, but, after taking a look at Ed’s eyes, he started pumping at the older man’s dick, his hands surrounding the long shaft.
“Nice,” Ed nearly purred, closing his eyes. “But… you’re missing something.”
“Huh?”
6. Play with the ball. Have confidence in the ball.
“And you have two of them there, don’t you?”
Maarten felt almost humiliated. However, he just did as he was told-he could not deny his predecessor was hot, unbelievably hot, and that his age had not blemished that perfect body of his.
So, slowly, not missing the rhythm he had already set on Edwin’s cock, one of his hands traveled toward his balls, squeezing them, caressing them-and actually reveling on their softness.
“Yeah…” Ed now just spread himself on the grass, letting Maarten do his thing. He was just enjoying, his eyes closed, a smile on his face. “Now that’s what I’m talking about. You seem to have good hands after all, Maarten.”
The young man had barely blushed, partly because he did feel embarrassed, partly because of the compliment, partly because he also liked to feel Edwin’s length, mostly when it started leaking, warm come making his already sweaty palms even wetter…
“Stop,” Ed gasped.
“What?”
“Good hands, Maarten. Great, I’d say. But, you seem to have some other skill, as I can see.”
“Huh?”
“You, boy,” Edwin was reclined once again. “You, you have a great mouth. And I guess you’d like to use it as well, don’t you?”
Maarten sighed, but Ed’s leaking shaft looked-delectable.
He then put it into his mouth, tasting the older man’s seed. And his skin.
He liked the taste.
When he finished sucking, licking, and his tongue had cleaned every single inch of Edwin’s soft skin, that long cock was erect and pulsing once again.
7. Agility, flexibility. Be nimble.
“You’re a fast learner,” Ed chuckled, getting up, and now pressing a kiss to his “pupil”-it tasted good, like him and at the same time like Maarten. It was a mixture of two tastes, and that was sexy.
“Perfect,” Edwin said then, and his eyes focused on his partner’s erection. “And you’re all set too. So… how do you like it?”
Maarten could almost feel his cock softening when he heard that. The memory of Ed’s entrance was just too intense. However, there were some other memories that were just as… strong.
“Not that…” the young man finally swallowed, and Edwin felt the small spark of triumph, because Maarten didn’t sound as such a prick as he’d been when he’d started, but he was also a little softened by the obvious rejection from the Ajax kid.
“What’s the matter?”
“I… I didn’t like it.”
“You were bottom?” Ed wanted to know. His erection had not decreased an inch.
“Zlatan was too big. And I was new,” was everything Maarten said.
The older goalie chuckled. True. Maarten had just arrived to Ajax when Zlatan Ibrahimovic was already big there, pun intended.
“Ok, ok,” he finally said. “You don’t have to be bottom. So, guess you’ll have to watch and learn, huh?”
“You… You want-“
“For fuck’s sake, kid. I’ve known bigger than yours.”
The last man Maarten had considered a whore.
Edwin got on all fours, offering himself once again to the younger blonde.
“What are you waiting for?”
Maarten took some hesitant steps, but, finally, he placed his hands on Ed’s hips and started pushing, slowly, inch by inch, feeling the hotness around his cock, so nice, and then-
He hit Ed’s prostate. Slowly, but nicely. That was when he saw the older man arched, gracefully, his spine curving underneath the skin, a small moan leaving his lips.
“Come on. Do it again…”
Maarten complied. That wasn’t so bad, he thought, as he started moving rhythmically. He was the one fucking, not being fucked, and it wasn’t uncomfortable, but rather sexy, and-
“Change position…”
“Huh?”
“Slow learner!” Ed choked out as loud as he could, and Maarten had to fight the urge of pulling out, which he didn’t want to, or just fuck Edwin until he was silent.
“Take a hold of my body. And sit down,” the older man gasped.
Maarten did was he was told, though his hands were hesitant. However, then he was sitting on the grass, which made his skin itchy, but Ed didn’t seem to mind. Instead, he just curved a leg upwards (don’t tell me that was what he meant with flexibility) as he rode the Ajax goalkeeper backwards, and then his hands traveled backwards, finding Maarten’s arse, as if he wanted to feel that cock deeper-
Maarten couldn’t believe that he was actually learning how hard the grip of Edwin van der Sar’s hands was by having them tightening around his butt. If he gripped the ball like that…
His hands were the ones that were loose now, but the older man didn’t care-he had set his own rhythm on Maarten’s shaft, and pretty soon his hands tightened more and his muscles too, and he shot his load, together with the younger blonde.
8. Know when you’re mistaken. Admit fair defeat.
Maarten was still lying on the grass, forgetting about the itch, as Ed stood up and was nonchalantly getting dressed again.
“No fucking way,” the younger man said. “No fucking way that was what Phil and Bert meant.”
“The training?” Ed smiled as he threw Maarten’s clothes at his tired body. The boy moaned in a tired way when his dirty shorts hit his face.
“Yes, that. What the hell?”
Edwin laughed. Fully dressed, he looked as reserved and as respectable as ever.
“Now you know there’s more to a good goalkeeper than meets the eye.”
“And does that work?” Even then, Maarten raised an skeptical eyebrow.
“Look at me. Goalkeeper for I don’t know how many years, and one of the best in the world!”
The younger man was about to add something else, but Edwin interrupted him.
“Don’t say anything, kid. What? Didn’t I give you a good lesson?”
Maarten closed his eyes. His limp cock still felt sticky and warm from his own fluids and the memory of Ed’s body.
“Yes. You win.”