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It was a cool autumn evening. 18-year-old James had just returned home from a soccer practice at the local park with his friends. As he entered his house, his mother greeted him at the door. "How was your practice today, James?" she asked with a smile.

"It was good mom, though it got a bit cold and drizzly towards the end. I'm pretty soaked," James replied, tugging at his wet jersey. The white fabric was darkened and clinging to his chest. Water droplets glistened on the surface of the jersey.

"Okay well, you better go take a hot shower and get changed before dinner," his mom said. "I've got your favorite lasagna cooking in the oven."

James nodded and headed upstairs to his room. He peeled off his damp cleats and socks, and then stripped out of his jersey, shorts, and t-shirt. He tossed the dirty clothes in the hamper. Pulled on a T-shirt and short tights for the shower, James padded down the hall to the bathroom.

Turning on the faucet, he waited for the water to warm up before climbing into the tub. The hot water felt amazing as it soaked into his tired muscles. He leaned back and closed his eyes, enjoying the steam that filled the room.

Through the misty glass door, James spotted his clean clothes sitting on the closed toilet lid - his favorite football jersey was folded on top. The black and red fabric of the Manchester United jersey always looked so sharp and crisp when clean.

James climbed out of the tub, water dripping down his t-shirt. He grabbed the jersey. Sitting back down on the edge of the tub, he tugged the jersey over his wet t-shirt, shivering slightly as the cool, damp fabric met his skin.

The jersey clung to his chest and abs, the soaked cotton of his t-shirt underneath giving it a darker, more transparent appearance. Water droplets glistened on the surface of the fabric. James ran his hands over the jersey, feeling the coolness seep into his skin. He shivered again, goosebumps rising on his flesh.

James stood up and turned to look at his reflection in the foggy mirror. He ran a hand down his chest and abs, enjoying the way the jersey hugged his wet shirt. He licked his lips as his gaze traveled lower to the white, clingy fabric of his tights. Water had soaked into the stretchy material, turning it almost translucent against his legs and crotch.

Unable to resist any longer, James slid a hand into his tights, cupping himself through the wet spandex. He bit his lip to stifle a moan as his fingers made contact with his sensitive flesh. James began to rub and stroke himself through the damp fabric, his breathing growing heavier.

He tugged the jersey up, exposing his dark shiny shirt. Rivulets of water trickled down his skin from his wet hair and clothes. James ran his hands over his own body, teasing his nipples and tracing the lines of his abs. His other hand continued to pleasure himself, stroking faster and faster through the clinging wet fabric.

James climbed back into the tub, sinking down into the warm water. He sat with his knees spread wide, his erect cock straining against the wet tights. James hooked his fingers in the waistband and peeled the soaked fabric down his thighs and calves. He kicked the tights off and they splashed into the water.

Completely naked underneath now, James grabbed his rigid cock and began to stroke it, letting out a low groan. He ran his other hand over his wet skin, tweaking a nipple and savoring the sensations. The cool water lapped against his body as he pleasured himself, in contrast to the heat building inside him.

James' stroking hand moved faster and faster. His breathing grew more labored as he chased his pleasure. He gazed down at his slick cock disappearing into his fist over and over. The sight, combined with the feel of his fingers on his skin and the cool water surrounding him, was almost too much.

With a strangled cry, James climaxed hard, his cum spurting into the water. He shuddered and gasped as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over him. Finally, he collapsed back against the edge of the tub, his chest heaving. James gazed up at the ceiling, a satisfied smile on his face.

The water had started to cool, and James knew he couldn't stay in here forever. With a sigh, he sat up and began to wash himself off. He stood and grabbed his towel, drying himself thoroughly before wrapping it around his waist.

James climbed out of the tub and reached for his clean clothes. He tossed the jersey onto the floor and then got dressed. As he dried his hair, he glanced at his reflection in the mirror, feeling refreshed and relaxed after his pleasure-filled soak.

Heading downstairs, James could smell the delicious aroma of his mom's lasagna. His stomach growled loudly and he grinned. He was always hungry after soccer practice and his relaxing bath. James looked forward to a warm meal and then relaxing in bed with his favorite jersey on. It had been a great day.

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“I have lived so much life in this jersey and I'm humbled to see it retire alongside me. It represents so much more than myself - a team, a city, and a lifetime of memories." — Megan Rapinoe

Huge shoutout to When We All Vote Co-Chair Megan Rapinoe, whose number “15” Seattle Reign FC jersey was retired last night! Hers is the first jersey ever retired in the club’s history.

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