19 [m4m] Czech republic/online - Our secret weekend with the football team

My 5 friends and I go to cheer on a group of men in their 40s and 50s who regularly play what you could call semi-professional football matches in our relatively small town. All of us in my group are twinks/femboys aged 18–21. I would describe us as sweet, cute, petite, and submissive. This habit of ours of going there and doing something like cheerleading is very much appreciated, and the football team has repeatedly said that they see it as supporting the spirit of the sport. We often go for a drink with them after the match, where there is always a great atmosphere and the men are obviously flirting with us.

Last weekend, though, we agreed to take things a step further for the first time. The family of one of them was away for a few days, and the whole team came up with a plan to invite us to his large house for the weekend. We were all excited and agreed, and on Friday evening we met at the house. All of our footballers, married dads without exception, had told their wives that they were going away for the weekend to watch a football match in another city. They even had to park somewhere away from the house so they wouldn't be discovered.

After a brief greeting, drinks, and some intense flirting, things got... wild. Apart from the time spent sleeping, eating, and taking short breaks, every single person spent almost the entire time engaged in some kind of sexual activity. If one of the dads needed to catch his breath for a while, there was a lounge where they could have a beer or another drink, smoke a cigar, chat, or watch something like a sports channel. There were even provocative photos of me and my friends projected onto the wall, so they could simply relax, look at us, masturbate, and get ready for the next round.

I have to tell you, there is something incredibly intoxicating about being held up in my classmate's dad's arms while he is deep inside me, face to face and at that moment there is nothing more important to him than the powerful instinct to impregnate me. If someone had walked into that house during the weekend, they would have said that the whole place smelled like concentrated sex: a mixture of our sweet pheromones and perfumes and the testosterone of the dads. Every twink quickly showered after each encounter because we didn't want any of the dads to come into contact with another man's semen.

To finish, I'll just add that the host had to call in a professional cleaning service after the whole thing. They spent all of Monday getting the house back in order, and he even had to repaint some of the walls and replace several mattresses. But everyone agreed that it was fucking worth it, and they all want to do it again.