This is a story of fiction. No implication about the sexuality of the people mentioned in this story is meant to be made. Epsiode 1 - Remembering last year John enjoyed the start of the season. Not the training, that was hell for the first few weeks, working off the holiday weight. Not the polite conversation he was forced to have the coach's about what they'd done in the summer and certainly not the food, back to bland pasta and limp salad. What John enjoyed was meeting the new recruits. Whilst the player's season had finished in May and they'd headed off for six weeks holiday, the manager worked hard at finding players to improve the team, especially as United had finished without a major trophy last season. John had been at the club since he was a boy. He'd looked up to the United stars of the past, Beckham, Yorke, Scholes and Ronaldo. Oh, he would never forget Ronaldo. But that's a story for another time. At 29 he'd seen lots of comings and goings at United and had a great deal of stories to tell. John was, to his knowledge, the only gay footballer left at United. He maintained the pretence of being straight, had a casual girlfriend, but always had excuses for missing their dates. John had hoped that the lack of silverware would at least mean an influx of fresh young blood into the team. However, when he turned up at the training ground at the begining of July, he was a little disappointed at the lack of new talent. A lot of the players were still at the World Cup, but he was bored at sneaking a glance at the dick's of his current team members. He had developed a good technic of be-friending the new players at training thus giving him an excuse to be stood next to them in the showers. He would 'forget' his shower gel and lean over to borrow his new friend's cream, getting a good look at the bulge in the process. In actual fact this technic wasn't really needed. Most of the straight players snook quick glances at their new colleagues when they arrived. Guess it was just to see who they had to compete with in the Manchester clubs later that evening. John being gay, was compelled to be less obvious than his straight friends. Over the years, John has compiled an almost perfect library of his colleagues penises and balls in his mind, he even kept a journal to ensure he didn't forget any details. He could get accurately tell the length and girth of a flacid penis (sometimes he'd see a semi and note down the growth ratio). He'd also note down whether the player shaved, had any moles or markings, low or high hanging balls, penis shape and, of course, foreskin coverage. He remembered fondly the excitment he felt last summer when United signed Michael Owen. He couldn't sleep with the excitment at the thought of what his idol would look like in the shower. That was a glorious day. As usual, he be-friended the newcomer and virtually frog-marched him into the changing room. John remembered Michael taking off his sweaty training top whilst he tried to make conversation about something or other. His toned body was hairless, except for a thin trail that went from his belly button to below his waist band. Next Michael removed his boots and socks bending down away from John to do so. John looked mouth-open at the sight of Michael's arse just 3 feet and two-layers of material away from his mouth. John, was himself, down to his shorts, ready to drop them and his underwear in one movement, but he didnt want to get too far ahead of Michael in case he was forced to move first. He always needed to be 3 seconds behind so he could follow his prey and stand next to him. If he went first, there was a chance Michael would end up on the other side of the showers. Having found an excuse to pause, by looking in his bag, John looked across at Michael only to see he was sitting on the bench and had picked up his phone and started texting. John very nearly exploded at this point and was about to give up for the day when in one clinical move Michael laughed at a text, put down his phone and pulled down his shorts and underwear. The super-efficient move took John by surprise but he quickly composed himself and managed a 'what's so funny comment'. Whilst Michael replayed the joke and fumbled for his towel, John siezed the chance to catch a glimpse of the prize as he 'accidently' fumbled his shower-gel. As his eyes met Michael's flesh he could barely believe he was about to fuflill a long-held dream. The first thing he noticed was that Michael had a reasonable bush. It wasn't unkept, but most of the footballer's these days trimmed pretty close to flesh, so this was quite unusual. Then his eyes were drawn to the penis. He immediatley noticed that, whilst Michael didn't have a long penis, about 3.5 inches flacid, it was pretty thick, almost as thick as it was long. The penis was one of those that didn't hang down, but seemed to stick out, sitting on a reasonable set of balls that hung high. The final thing he noticed in this brief glimpse was that Michael had good foreskin coveage. It overhung the bell-end a little, but there was by no means as much as Nemanjai Vidic, who had almost 2 penises worth of skin. John had wanted more details, but couldn't let his eyes linger any longer and he knew he'd get another chance in the showers. He picked up his shower-gel and moved it into the bag so that he would forget to take it with him. He faced away from Michael whilst he pulled down his shorts, in case he had a hard-on. He waited long enough to go down to usual flacid length then pulled his underwear down and turned around to get his towel. He was surprised to see Michael now sitting on the bench again in a towel looking at his phone. Michael looked up as John turned around and John's penis was about 10 inches away from Michaels face as he did this. Michael just jumped up, put his phone away and said, "blimey mate, you're going to be popular with the ladies" and walked towards the showers. John loved and hated the comment in one fell swoop. He hated the fact that straight men felt comfortable enough to comment about other mens pensises in a casual manner, when John found it so difficult in case he was caught out. Of course, he loved the fact that Michael was very complimentary about his own penis. He knew he was big, 6.1 inches flacid and 5.2 inches girth. He remembered seeing only three bigger flacid penises at the club during his 11 years as a pro. John quickly gathered his composure, grabbed his towel and marched to the showers to catch up with Michael. Luckily he was in time to grab the shower next to Michael, but it was a close run thing with Wes Brown who nearly beat him to it. John started another conversation so that Michael would know he was next to him and hoped to get him to comment more about his own penis. This would have been a bonus and happened all to rarely for his liking. Anyway, he couldn't swing the conversation back, so John settled for putting his usual plan into place. He thought he'd seen a mark on the end of Michael's penis in the first glance, but wanted to double check. He also wanted to see if michael retracted the foreskin when showering. John didn't retract, but only because it created a boner in 3 seconds flat. As he borrowed the shower gel and glanced over he noticed that Michael was slightly bigger than before, not unusual when showering as the cleaning process often encourages some growth. Michael was now about 4 inches long and the foreskin had retracted slightly so that he could see the very tip of Michael's bell-end. He also confirmed that michael had a small mole on his penis, about half-way down his shaft. He looked away to ensure no suspicion and carried on showering. He might get a third look as Michael towelled down, but it wasn't vital. He could always verify the details tomorrow. Anyway, back to 2010 and John had no such anticipation for the first training session of the season. As he arrived on the pitch, he saw Sir Alex in the distance stood next to a tall man. As he got closer he saw a figure he just about recognised and then Sir Alex introduced Chris Smalling to the team. At that point John's heart missed a beat and he realised he had just found another prey for later.