Soccer Team

Date: Sat, 2 Feb 2008 11:32:11 -0500
From: bob
Subject: Soccer Team

After winning our last game, we placed in the regional Finals. All us
players were thrilled, to say the least. As we got into the locker room
after congratulating each other for a game well played, we all started to
strip heading for the showers. We were all sweaty from the exertion and
excitement of the game, so we all craved a cold shower. My locker was next
to Chris’s. He was one of the hottest jocks on the college team and was
standing before me in nothing but his jockstrap. His round ass cheeks were
slightly separated as he was bending down to get a towel from his locker.
Short black curls of hair poked out from between his ass cheeks.

He slammed his locker shut and headed to the showers. I walked behind him,
admiring the view. He stepped into the already full shower and pulled off
his jock. He exposed a 7-inch soft cock that had been sucked by half the
guys in the school, I later found out. He was soaping himself down, when I
became brave enough and walked in to the shower next to him.

He looked at me and smiled. I took off my jock and tried my hardest not to
get a hard on. Too late! By the time my jock fell to the floor, I sprang a
boner. Chris did not seem to notice and started to rub his
soap-suds-covered hand between his ass cheeks. The site of him caused my
boner to fully harden and I knew I’d better leave before I came right
there. I had toweled off and was putting on my briefs, when something
touched my ass. Startled, I turned around, there was my soon-to-be fuck
buddy Aaron standing behind me. He saw my bulging dick in my jockeys. Up
until then, I never thought of him as more than a friend. We were from the
same hometown, but now seeing him hard as well, I imagined a potential for
more. He was good looking, but was shorter than I and was well-built. He
was naked and both his nipples and dick were as hard as rocks. He told me
he saw me watching Chris, but he didn’t know I was queer. I told him I
wasn’t gay, when all of a sudden he moved closer to me and the next ting I
knew we were kissing. His tongue went down my throat and I just let it
happen.

As we were kissing, he was pulling down my underwear, and massaging my ass
cheeks. He was a year older than I and apparently very talented in the art
of seduction. I started to get scared that someone would see us, but when
he began to lick my sensitive nipples, I went limp and didn’t object. He
laid me down on the bench and he knelt down beside me. He took my balls
into his mouth and I felt them filling with cum, ready to burst out. He
moved slowly to my cock, nibbling and sucking like an expert. He lifted my
sagging balls and started to rim my ass. He licked up and down my crack and
then rammed his tongue up my chute. I almost lost my load then. I asked him
to fuck me. When I opened my eyes he was already pulling out a condom and
lube from his locker. He seemed to have come prepared. After donning his
helmet and greasing his lance, he guided his thick dick into my “glory
hole” and started fucking me nice and slow. Then he went harder and faster
and right away I felt his cum burst into the condom filling the reservoir
tip and squeezing out the top. I also climaxed and started to spew cum all
over my chest.

He licked up half of it, and rubbed the rest onto his washboard chest. I
pulled myself up to give him a sloppy kiss. Then from behind us, we heard
applause. The varsity coach and Chris were standing there stroking their
cocks. “Welcome to the team,” coach snickered. “Well, boys, let’s show Bob
what teamwork really means.” With that, they too got naked. Coach spread
some mats on the floor and we all lay down in a circle. It was then that I
learned what a “daisy chain” was. We all came a couple more times. We took
loads up our asses and down our throats. Then it was time to shower
off. While we were drying off, we made a pact to meet for “special”
practice as often as we could.

It was simply fantastic. I think every guy should participate in the
college sports programs. After all, it does build character, doesn’t it? I
was left alone with the coach as we both walked out together. He nudged my
shoulder and simply said, “you got a great piece of meat on you and know
how to use it. I can’t wait until I have all to myself.”

After that first get together with Aaron, Chris and the Coach, I was
totally psyched about the game of soccer. Not only did I appreciate the
game, but by playing it I got to interact with a few of the players both on
and off the field. During one game, I pulled a muscle when an opponent was
hogging the ball and tripped me up. It was an obvious foul, but no one had
seen exactly what happened. The guy intentionally tried to injure me. After
the incident, they put me on the reserve list as I had a slight muscle
strain and it was thought best to rest me if possible. We were playing in
the Regional Finals but hell, I could have played a regular game. All my
complaining about being side lined, did no good. But they did make a
concession; I would be able to play in an emergency. On this Saturday I was
being given a lift to the match by the coach because he actually lived
quite close to my parents and to use his own words “as I’m passing your
door anyway it seems a waste of time for you to have to depend on others.
That suited me OK, but I thought at the time that a couple of the other
guys lived just as close to Coach, but he hadn’t offered them a lift. I got
into his car next to him, and he drove off. The match was being played
about twenty miles away, and we had enough time to get there.

“Shame about your injury” said Coach, looking across at me in the passenger
seat, and smiling.

“Yes sir, but I might still might get to play in the match I suppose, if
you decide to substitute”.

“Mmm, I’m not sure how sensible that would be. I don’t want to put you
under any more strain.”

As I was unlikely to play, I had not changed into my kit of white shorts
and jersey but was wearing faded blue jeans and a white tee shirt. Coach
himself was wearing our soccer strip, as he always did on match days even
though he was only the coach. At that moment, he drove off the main road,
which I thought was a bit odd, and took a side road leading into
countryside.

When I questioned this diversion, he simply said “This way takes no longer,
and it gets us away from the traffic”. By the way, “How’s the muscle strain
coming along anyway? Are you in much pain?”

“Not at all, sir. It’s only when I have to stretch out for a ball that I
sense anything.” His hand reached across to my thigh and rested on it.
“Where do you feel the tension? Is it here on your thigh, or higher?”
There was a curious catch in his voice that made me nervous, but I found
myself saying “higher” as I was remembering the session with Aaron and
Chris. With that he raised his hand gently upwards, and rested it at the
very top of my thigh, just touching my crotch.

“If you like I could try some massage. It usually manages to loosen tension
amazingly. Do you want me to try it?”

Somehow I knew that what I now replied would have enormous healing benefit
for the next half-hour. But I paused only for a moment before saying “yes
please sir, that would be good.”

“I’ll have to pull in off the road, don’t want to cause an accident!” With
that he pulled off into an even more deserted country lane, and drove up a
deserted farm road. “Why don’t we move to the back seat, there’s more room
and I can get working on you properly there.” I immediately got out from
the front seat, bolted out my door and opened the back door, and we both
got into the back

seat. “Now just lie back and relax, Bob. I know what I’m doing. Ever since
our group fun after practice with the boys, I knew that I wanted you all to
myself.” I was ready for this hunky stud to have his way with me and did
what he suggested, and lay back in the seat. Coach again started to stroke
my thigh through my jeans, at first without touching my mound, but soon his
hand began to work more regularly at the top of my thigh. Then he lost all
pretence about what he was up to, and lightly brushed the front of my fly
with his fingertips.

“Mmm, you are a sexy boy. I’ve been waiting a long time for this moment.
There have been so many times when I have wanted to get inside your school
uniform and make you shoot your spunk like in the locker room. Just relax
and enjoy this.” With that I could feel his fingers fumbling at the catch
at the top of my tight jeans, which released and he then pulled my zipper
down. He tugged my crisp white tee shirt upwards to expose my smooth flat
stomach, and rubbed the bare skin. I was breathing fast now, and very
excited. His hand continued its journey, and he began to slip his fingers
down inside my open jeans. He went suddenly tense when he made contact with
the top of my briefs.

“Oh my God, Bob, you sexy kid. You’re wearing nylon briefs, aren’t you?
That’s fucking fantastic, my favorite kind of underwear, and I have to suck
your boy cock through them.” I just gave myself up to him then. I have
always loved the feel of a pair of shiny nylon briefs, and I was delighted
that he shared my enthusiasm for them. I just loved the way that the
material hugged my cock and balls, and gave them that slippery texture. In
class, I would often sit at my desk with a hand in my pants pocket, feeling
the shiny nylon which made my cock really hard. Sometimes I would cum and
show my wet finger to the guy in front of me. He would suck my finger into
his mouth and say how tasty my cum was. The coach pulled at my jeans hard
to get them down my legs, and I raised myself up to allow him to pull them
off. He gasped as my pants came into view, as they were bulging with my
fast-growing hardon. I knew that he was fucking horny, and was loving what
he saw. My 18-year-old teen cock was pressing up against the shiny
material, and my well-filled balls made the briefs bulge out.

“Quick, stretch out on the seat so that I can work on you more easily” he
directed. I didn’t need any second instruction, but lay back, pulling my
tee shirt up to expose my nipples as I did so. He

pulled my jeans right off my feet, so I was wearing just tee shirt and
nylon briefs. He began to pant with lust, and with his eager hand began to
massage my throbbing cock mound through the tight straining material. “You
sexy little soccer stud, wanting me to jerk you off in your tight nylon
briefs. I see that they’re wet through with your precum now.”

He massaged my eight inches of quivering cock meat then even though it was
still in my briefs. Right on cue, I began to saturate my briefs with my
precum which flowed freely. I knew that the clear pearls of boy juice were
making my powder blue nylon briefs transparent, and then he was staring at
my teen meat through the material. He slowly and loving jerked me, and then
quickly bent down so that his mouth closed over the my cock shaft in the
wet briefs. Noisily and eagerly he began to slurp on my cock head still
restrained in my briefs while at the same time massaging my cum-filled
balls with his hand. I was loving this, not realizing before how hot such a
suck session could be.

I think that I was probably moaning quite a lot by now. I noticed that he
had slipped his free hand down to his soccer shorts, and was rubbing
himself hard through them; they seemed to be very well-filled too! After
several minutes of this suck session, Coach stooped and quickly released

my soaking cock from the confining nylon. He tugged my briefs very slightly
down, but only enough to allow my big juicy cock to spring up and out. For
the first time now he touched my quivering flesh with his hand. I was so
wet from precum that my cock was slippery and made squishy sounds as he
continued to jerk me off in regular strokes, and I knew that I wouldn’t be
able to hold back my orgasm much longer.

Just then, he moved around so that I could have a clear view of what he was
doing to himself, and was amazed to see him pull his soccer shorts down to
reveal a transparent g-string! I had never seen one of these before, and I
was really aroused by it. His throbbing cock and juiced-up balls were
clearly visible, and as I watched he began to jerk himself fast by sliding
his hand down inside his g-string. God knows how there was room.

“Quick Bob” he said. “I want you to shoot all of your creamy teen spunk for
me, over my g-string. I’m going to cum for you at the same time. Come on
stud, give me your hot milky boy spunk. Shoot a load of cum for me.”

This hot talk made me go wild, and I started thrashing around on the back
seat with lust. “I’m cumming, I’m cumming” I shouted, as I felt my spunk
begin to travel up my hot shaft in an ecstatic creamy explosion. My spunk
pumped in jets over his g-string and soccer shorts, and at that moment he
gave a gasp and I watched as his g-string fill up with his man spunk.

Afterwards we cleaned up and got dressed again and moved back into the
front seat, my cock was still tingling with pleasure as we headed off down
the road. I could hardly believe what had happened, and we hadn’t even got
to the match yet! I was now wearing my soccer outfit because the coach said
that I could play and besides he had plans for me after the game on the
ride back home. With that, Coach turned toward me and winked.