Date: Tue, 04 Apr 2000 00:58:44 PDT
From: Justin Shorts <scott_justin51@hotmail.com>
Subject: Youth soccer team

COACHING THE YOUTH SOCCER TEAM - 2

By JUSTIN SHORTS (scott_justin51@hotmail.com)

Written in collaboration with a friend...

As Stephen flopped back onto the coach seat, gasping for air and gradually
recovering from his huge orgasm, Martin quickly managed to slip the boy's
satin briefs back up to cover his cock. What he couldn't do was to pull up
Stephen's tracksuit to hide the huge wet patch of spit and precum covering
the front of the briefs, or the bulge of his still semi-erect
teen-cock. Nor for that matter could he hide the tenting of his own
tracksuit which, despite the bikini nylon briefs he was wearing, were also
showing the tell-tale sign of precum which had been oozing from his
erection during the excitement of the two horny encounters of the last half
an hour.

Martin tried to look as calm as possible as he looked round to see Ben, one
of the cuter members of the soccer team, approaching up the aisle.

`Hello, Sir', he said as he walked up. `I was just coming to see how
Stephen was...oh', his voice trailed off and he looked confused as he saw
his best mate exhausted on the bench with his tracksuit and shorts around
his ankles and the outline of his cock clearly visible in the satin of his
pants.

`He's doing just fine, thanks Ben. I just removed his ripped tracksuit and
checked that's there's no serious damage' replied Martin.

Ben looked directly into Martin's eyes to fathom out some indication of
whether the evidence of what he could see around him was more than just a
routine examination of a soccer-boy's injury.

Martin smiled reassuringly.  `Come and join us. I'm sure that Stephen would
be happy to have your company.  As long as you don't mind missing the game
outside.'

Ben seemed a little happier, in fact he positively jumped onto the backseat
of the coach beside Stephen.  `I was getting a bit fed up with the kick
around to be honest' he said. `After that fantastic match we've just won,
I'm just knackered and I'd rather relax a bit'.

`Yeah, Sir's really cool' chipped in Stephen, who had begun to recover from
the recent exertion. `He's certainly been able to sort me out'.  Martin
wasn't sure whether he noticed a little wink in Stephen's eyes in Ben's
direction as he said this, or whether it was just a trick of the light.

Ben had always seemed one of the quieter members of the team, but Martin
had noticed in the last month or so that he'd come out of his shell and
seemed best mates with several of the group.  He now spent a lot of time
with Stephen, and once or twice he'd seen the two of them leaving the
changing room together after practise well after the rest of the team had
left.  Martin liked having him around because he was always polite, on time
and enthusiastic.  However, Martin also admitted to himself that it was
always a delight to have the company of such a good-looking young lad.  His
hair was always well-cut and groomed in the latest trendy style.  At the
moment it was quite short all over with the brushed-up fringe much favoured
by the young boy-bands.  He'd passed the spotty teenager stage and now had
a clear skin giving him the look which would favour a magazine cover model.
He worked out at a local gym to tone his tall slender frame into the
chiselled look which could easily see him follow that career path.

Now, as the teenager settled himself on the seat, he lifted one foot onto
the seat and clutched his knee in a relaxed pose, chatting to his mate.
Martin sat on the double seat where just a few minutes earlier he'd gazed
in fascination and excitement as Sam and Danny had enjoyed themselves so
much.  Now, he stole a glance across at Ben.  He had swapped his soccer
shirt with a muscle T-shirt for the kick-around and still wore the same
little running shorts he'd put on after the main match.  These rode high up
his thighs as he sat and with his legs wide-spread in this position on the
seat, the legs of the shorts gaped open giving Martin a tantalising glimpse
of the generously filled nylon mesh inner lining.  Martin wriggled
uncomfortably as his erection, which had subsided a little with the
surprise of Ben's arrival, began to surge and throb once more inside the
confines of his tight briefs.  This had turned into one hot afternoon -
starting with his own fantasies as he sat in the warm sun, the horny
encounter between the two lads on the back seat, and his too recent wank
session with Stephen were taking their toll on Martin and he knew he had to
get some relief of his own before much longer.  The thought flashed through
his mind that he could pop out from the bus and find an isolated spot for a
little self-exploration.  And the thought of coaxing his rock-hard 8" cock
to what he knew would be a huge orgasm was quite appealing, but somehow,
the atmosphere at the back of the coach was still electric.

While his attention had wandered, the two teenagers had been whispering
together out of earshot, but now they happily chatted, bringing Martin into
the conversation.  It was this relaxed atmosphere that Martin really
enjoyed when he was around the lads.  Of course, the topic began with the
match which had recently been played and one, and the strategy which they
had worked on and which had proved so successful.  The boys quizzed Martin
about soccer skills and gradually the talk moved around to injuries.

`Soccer's such a tough game these days' said Stephen, `it's not surprising
that everyone gets so many injuries'.

`Yeah, but not just a grazed knee', teased Ben and grinned in Stephen's
direction.

`OK, but it was a really fierce tackle from Ross which pulled me down'
replied Stephen defensively.

`I know, he's such a vicious player, I'm glad I'm not usually playing
against him!' said Ben.  `He had me down in practise last Wednesday, and I
really strained my groin, just here'.  With that he pulled back the brief
shorts he was wearing and rubbed the very top of his thigh.  The huge bulge
which Martin had spotted earlier in the front of his shorts was even
clearer with the fabric of the shorts pulled tightly over it.

`It's still quite painful now' he went on.

`Sir, you're good at dealing with injuries - I feel great since you went to
work on me' Stephen interrupted.  He had a big smirk across his face as he
added `why don't you see what you can do for Ben?'

Martin wasn't sure how to react to this.  When he had been alone with
Stephen earlier, it was quite obvious from the minute that an erection
appeared in his shorts while Martin had been massaging his thigh that the
lad was up for some man to boy fun.  But was Stephen really suggesting a
repeat session with his mate?  Martin was always extremely careful not to
go further with any of the lads than they really wanted, but he was now
desperate for some relief and all the indications were that these two teens
shared everything together.

`Sure, I'm happy to take a look' he said as he moved one more to the
backseat.  `Just stay in that position and open your legs a bit wider,
Ben'.

Martin stood in front of the hunky teenager, while his friend sat next to
him, beginning to enjoy the scene that he had set up.  Martin leant forward
and began to slide both his hands across the lower part of Ben's leg just
above the knee.
   The warm skin felt soft but firm as Martin's hands gently massaged the
muscle, gently, slowly working a little higher with each stroke.  The bulge
in Ben's shorts was making them tent out now, lifting the flimsy nylon
material and exposing the mesh beneath.  There was no disguising what the
young lad had in mind now as Martin's fingers lightly brushed the fine,
downy hair at the top of Ben's thighs as it darkened and thickened as it
disappeared beneath the mesh liner.

`This seemed to do the trick with Stephen just now' said Martin.

`Oh yeah' moaned Ben, his breathing getting heavier `that feels so good,
Sir.  I want you to do just the same to me as you did to Stephen.'

`Just lean back and relax, then.  You're really very tense and strained
just here.  In fact these shorts are full to bursting. I'm really going to
have to get to work to relieve you fully.'

Ben's boy-cock was now jutting from the leg of the shorts, encased in the
mesh of the liner.  Even though there was no damp patch visible, Martin
could clearly smell the tangy scent of precum in the air, and he figured
that Ben's cock was leaking heavily now.  The lad leaned further back on
the seat, moaning and groaning and squirming with the feelings of pleasure
and giving Martin complete access.

`Oh, Sir, please don't stop until you've completely worked me over. Your
touch feels so good, and it makes me rock-hard. Come on rub me some more,
oh yeah...'

`Stephen liked me to lick his cock - is that something you'd like too,
Ben?'  asked Martin, really getting into the scene now.  `Would you like me
to tongue your hardness through that mesh?'

`Oh yes, Sir, do it soon, 'cos I'm getting so excited - I haven't shot a
load for days and I need to shoot one now.  I wanna feel your tongue on my
young cock.'

Martin needed better access to the bulging contents of those sexy shorts.
Quickly he pulled off his own tracksuit bottom, his briefs springing free,
then with a quick nod to Stephen to slide along the seat a little, he got
up onto the bench himself, his knees either side of Ben's legs, his tight,
nylon-clad bum sticking up in the air.
  The air was filled with the quiet groans from Ben and with the smell of
musky man-sex.  Gently, he lowered himself down to bury his nose into Ben's
crotch, to savour more of that exciting smell, and began a slow licking
stroke across the whole length of Ben's massive cock.  The mesh fabric
teased his tongue, and now up close he could see just how much it had been
soaked by the boy's precum, oozing in a constant stream from the slit in
the red swollen head.  Balancing on one hand, he reached round with the
other inside the right hand leg of the blue shorts, and gently grabbed the
lad's bulging balls, churning with their massive load of cream.  Continuing
his oral frisking of the teen-cock, he worked his way back up to the head
which, even encased in the mesh, he could take right down into his mouth.
The honey taste of the boy-juice and the smell pervading the back seat made
his head reel, as he sensed a movement further along the bench.  Briefly he
looked downwards as Stephen flipped onto his back and moved his head
between Martin's legs giving perfect access to his straining erection.  At
last Martin too was to get the relief that he needed after all the pent up
emotion of the afternoon.

`Ah, Sir, suck my hot cock - lick up all that juice 'cos there's another
load to cum, and I can't hold onto it much longer' moaned Ben.

Martin swallowed Ben's hard cock once more, squeezing and massaging his
nut-sack, which seemed red-hot with the passion of the moment, just as
Stephen flipped Martin's fat man-dick out the top of his damp briefs and
took it into his hot mouth.

With the hot action of Martin's tongue, Ben reached an overwhelming wave of
emotion, one he had hardly experienced before in his teenage years.  He
held his breath, trying to extend the feeling, trying to hold back the
inevitable, trying desperately not to burst his nut.  But then, with an
explosive release of his breath, he cried out:

`Oh yes, Sir, sir, I'm gonna cum, Sir.... Jeez, I hope you're ready 'cos I
can't hold this load any more, Sir. Here it cums, aaaaagh.'

Martin was desperate for air himself as Stephen, buried between his legs,
worked his own cock to a climax, but still he managed to swallow the whole
length of Ben's rod of steely flesh.  The thin mesh wasn't able to contain
the flood of jizz which quickly soaked it and oozed through filling
Martin's mouth with warm, tangy teenage cream.  At last Martin could gasp
for air and he began thrusting downwards, fucking Stephen's face, and
bursting into his own climax.

Ben was completely spent as he sprawled on the back seat and Martin
collapsed on top of him leaving only Stephen to sit up and survey the
aftermath of the horny scene.  The air was full of the smell of sex that
anyone who arrived at that moment couldn't help bit notice. Quickly Martin
regained his senses and realised that although he could entirely trust the
two lads, he must tidy himself up just in case.

At that moment, he heard the noise of an engine draw up and he peered over
the back seat to see the breakdown truck had arrived.  As he watched, the
driver hopped out of the cab and Martin recognised him as Tim, one of his
students who had left the soccer team just a couple of years ago.  Now
probably 19 or 20, he had lost none of his boyish good looks, but had
clearly kept up the fitness training because his chest and arms bulged
nicely in the tight white T-shirt, and his muscular legs were equally well
shown off by the small rugby shorts he had on.

`Hi Sir!  What a coincidence!'  Tim smiled broadly when he saw Martin
looking down from the door of the coach.

`Tim!  I didn't know you had gone into car maintenance.  I thought you were
intending to go to university.'

`Well, I am, but thought I'd take a gap year.  I'm working to save some
money so I can go off to Europe in a couple of months time.'

`You seem to be keeping yourself in good shape.  You always did take your
training seriously, didn't you?'

`Oh sure thing.  I used to live for those soccer training sessions, if you
want to know the truth.  We used to, err, have a good time didn't we, eh,
sir?'

Tim smiled cheekily as he said this, and Martin thought fondly back two or
three years, when Tim first joined the team.  There had been this kind of
strange unspoken understanding between them, and though Martin had not put
a finger wrong in school time, many was the occasion that they were
together in the gym, or on the soccer field, and they had caught each
other's eye at odd moments which seemed to take on a special significance.
Tim was one hell of a sexy lad, and had a succession of girl friends.  But
he was really open and good-natured and somehow unjudgemental, and without
ever having raised the subject - how could he?  Martin just knew that Tim
was one of those boys who, though basically straight, would be ready to try
anything once (or twice!).  There had never been the opportunity to test
this out when Tim was a sixth former.  But now?  The events of the
afternoon had been so horny, that Martin was ready to believe that anything
might happen.

`So what's up with the coach, sir?'

`Well, I was rather hoping that you might be able to tell me that!  We had
smoke coming from under this part.'  Martin pointed rather helplessly to
the middle of the bus.  `Why not come up and take a look?'

Tim jumped up the steps, carrying in a toolbag.  He followed Martin down
the aisle about halfway, and Martin pointed under one of the seats where
the smoke had first been sighted.  Tim lay on his back on the floor of the
bus, and pulled himself under the seat to see what he could find.  As he
lay back, Martin was pleased to see that the boy parted his legs, and the
tight white rugby shorts stretched enticingly across his crutch.  More
exciting still, Martin could see down the left leg of the shorts, to the
upper part of Tim's naked thigh.

`Well, I can't see anything' said Tim, as he peered under the seat.

`Mmm, I'm not sure that I can either' said Martin, in a soft voice, full of
significance.

`Oh, really?  Well I'll keep on looking.  If you spot anything, let me
know.'  With that, Tim parted his legs even wider, and brought his right
hand downwards and began to gently stroke the front of his rugby shorts.
This was some hot kid!  He certainly knew how to turn his ex-teacher on!

`I'm not sure, sir, but I think I can feel something just here.' Tim rubbed
himself more firmly.  `Do you want to check it out, to see if I've got the
right place?'

`OK, if you think that I might be able to help.'  Martin found it difficult
to control his voice, he was so excited.  He could see that Tim's shorts
were getting tighter by the second as they filled to bursting point will
his swelling teencock.  He reached forward a little gingerly, and as his
hand touched the soft cotton of the shorts Tim removed his own hand at
once, leaving Martin full access.

`At last, sir.  After all this time.  I wanted you to do this to me three
years ago, and all the times we were alone together after matches.  Well,
better late than never, I guess.'

Tim pushed himself towards Martin, and the teacher began to stroke the
ex-pupil's hardness in the sexy shorts.  Unlike the boys whose cocks Martin
had already wanked that afternoon, Tim had a firmness and maturity that
they lacked.  He was a real stud, and he knew it.  He loved being
worshipped by his girlfriends, and was not amiss to being tossed off by
some of his mates after matches.  But he had long set his sights on
seducing slightly older guys, and could not believe his luck that had come
his way.  Who would have thought when he set off from the garage just ten
minutes before that he would be lying on his back being felt up by his
former teacher.  And he had so much cum to deliver - not having had a fuck
or wank for three days.  He badly wanted to pump it all for Martin, but he
hoped that they would work each other up slowly to a tumultuous climax.  He
was certainly in no rush to get back to work!

Martin was entranced.  To be feeling the hard meat of the most handsome of
his former strikers was bliss.  Beneath the soft fabric of the shorts, he
could make out the full length of the teenager, who filled his shorts
fantastically with throbbing cockmeat.  There was something holding his
cock firmly under the shorts - briefs?  Martin worked his hand constantly
through the outside of the shorts, but was desperate to get under them and
working on the lad's hot cock.  So after a few minutes he slipped his hand
up the leg, and was delighted to find that Tim's boycock was encased in a
hugging jockstrap.  The feel of the boy's prick through the ultra-thin
cotton was breathtaking, and Martin was so excited, lightly feathering the
hot hardness in the thin white fabric.  The tender cocktip was damp and
sticky in the cotton, and leaked fresh precum, and he could tell that the
kid mushroom bell was tender and fresh to the touch.

`Tug your shorts down, Tim' whispered Martin.  As he pulled at the rugby
shorts, which gave easily under his pressure and slid down the lad's legs,
he felt Tim in turn pulling at his tracksuit.  The trousers came free at
once, and he helped Tim pull them downwards.  Then the two manoeuvred
themselves into a classic 69 position on the floor of the bus.  Tim's
magnificently bulging jock thrust up to meet Martin. And his own nylon
briefs were positioned under the ex-sixth-former's eager mouth.  Then the
two closed up on their respective goals, and clamped their mouths over the
straining fabric of cotton and nylon pouches.  Each sucked eagerly on the
other, enjoying the mix of soft cloth and hard flesh, the bucking cockmeat
giving up its precious gift of honey precum.

Every now and then one of the two would stop sucking and urge his companion
on with eager instructions.  Then he would resume his suck-off work, and
the other would speak in turn:

`Oh yeah, yeah, that's it Tim.  Suck my cock in my nylon briefs.  What a
fantastic kid you are.  I never thought you would do this for me.'

`Ooh, sir, my cock feels great in my jock.  Suck that hot jock, suck it,
suck my hot boycock.  Oh yeah, yeah, that's good, that's good.  Fuck,
that's hot.  I love feeling your warm mouth on my dick.  My jock is so
wet!'

`Your cock is fantastic Tim.  I want you to shoot you hot jizz out of the
top of your white jock, and in my mouth.  I want to taste your creamy
boycum and drink every drop as you pump spunk.  Oh God, that's fantastic.
Suck me like that again.
  I can't believe it - my briefs are so wet with precum - I want to empty
my spunk any minute.'

`That's good, sir, that's so good.  My cock is tingling like crazy.  My
balls are choked with cream - I want to pump cum so badly.  Can't hold back
much longer.'

`Good boy, good boy, pump your hips up and down a bit.  Give me a good face
fuck.  Now, I'm going to release the tip of your cock from your jock.
There, that's it.  God, what a gorgeous cock.  Love that big wet head.
What a juicy boy you are.'

`Come on sir, come on, suck me, please suck that cock.  Yeah, that's it.
Hey, I can see your cock through these nylon briefs - God, they're fucking
horny, they're so wet with your precum that I can see right through them.
Your big cock is pulsing under the nylon.'

`Mmm, thanks for that, that's it, suck my seethrough nylon for me.  I want
to deliver such a creamy load of spunk, any moment now. Any moment...'

`Ahh, oh I'm going to cum, I'm there, I'm there'

`Come on Tim, come on, shoot your hot boycum for me.  Come on, do it now!!'

`Ahh, yeah, here I cumm, aaaahh...'

`That's it, that's it.  Creamy and thick, that's it. Mmmm' - Martin clamped
his mouth over the pumping spunkstick and greedily gobbled the boyjuice.

`Ahhh, that's fucking fantastic.  Oh my God, your cock is beginning to
spunk inside your briefs.  That is so horny.  They're filling up with cum
... so much cum too - that's it, keep it cumming!  Wow, what a sight.'

`Mmmmmmm.'

`Yeah, man, such cream.'

`Oh God Tim, you're fantastic.'

The unmistakable sound of footsteps could be heard as someone entered the
coach.  `Martin - how are things going?  Did you get anywhere with the
mechanic?'

It was James...

Martin's head was spinning as he came down from the fantastic feelings of
his second orgasm within half an hour. He could scarcely believe that the
teenager he had admired at school for so long, and had barely manage to
resist an encounter with for 3 years, had at last shared such an intimate
experience with him. And it could hardly be better than this stud wearing a
jock strap, Martin's most favourite of underwear. But as the waves of
passion subsided, and James' voice invaded his consciousness, the reality
of his situation began slowly to dawn on him. Stephen and Ben had jumped
off the coach once Tim had arrived, but of course they would have raced off
to join the others and straight away James know that the breakdown services
had arrived.  So it was no surprise that, although the excitement and lust
just shared between Tim and Martin had been all too short, James was now
coming to check things out.

Martin quickly jerked up his tracksuit trousers, but could James have
failed to notice, and be suspicious anyway that he was lying on the floor
with the mechanic?

`Oh, hi James, we've just been taking a look here to see whether anything
is up'.

Martin had wanted to make the situation seem normal, but he was immediately
aware that this sounded ambiguous. He looked up at James who had a look of
both surprise and interest on his face. Tim on the floor behind him had
been partly hidden from sight as James walked up the aisle, but now James
could see clearly that his shorts were half way around his hips, having
been abruptly pulled up and his T-shirt was dishevelled and untidy. Martin
noticed the two of them quickly exchange glances.

`...and have you found anything interesting down there?' replied James, and
nodded in Tim's direction with a grin. `Perhaps something just needs
greasing up.'  Instead of returning to normal, the situation was getting
more charged again.  All the time Martin and James had spent together,
James had given no indication of anything other than friendship, and Martin
had simply admired this hunk with the model's body from afar.  But
suddenly, Martin was getting the hint of another side to him.

`I hope I'm not too late to help you two guys.'

Martin glanced at James' crotch. He knew from their many times together in
the locker room that he had a larger than average, and thoroughly
tasty-looking cock, but there seemed the definite indication from the bulge
at the fly of his jeans that James was getting turned-on by this
conversation.

`I've driven these coaches loads of times for the kids and I know that the
seat just here folds down for easier access to the emergency exit door.
Here, Martin, just reach across and turn that lever, while I push.'

Still half-sitting on the floor, Martin leant over and reached under the
bench.  James stepped across and as he collapsed the seat, his crotch was
just inches from Martin's face, the tang of man-scent filling his nostrils,
and the outline of James' growing erection was now making a clear outline
in the fabric of his jeans.  Martin longed to reach forward and squeeze the
tantalising bulge, but the last thing he wanted to do was jeopardise the
relationship with his best mate.  He had to be sure.

`Here, let me help', said Tim, leaping up from his position on the floor
next to Martin.  His arm reached across James but instead of stretching for
the bench, his hand lingered on James' T-shirt and his fingers began
teasing the outline of James' nipple clearly showing through the tight
white fabric stretched across his muscular chest.

`Mmmmm' moaned James.  `You always did know how to go straight to the
point!'

Martin couldn't believe his ears - James must know Tim already; and pretty
intimately too !

`Oh yes, squeeze my tits, Tim, you know that makes me feel so good'.

Martin gazed at the mound before his eyes, and at last he plucked up
courage and began to massage the front of the jeans.  The hard rod looked
huge now, pressing out large and bold down the left leg of his trousers.
Martin knew it would be aching for relief in the tight confines of the
denim, so deftly he undid the leather belt, popped the top button and drew
down the zipper.  The sight was wonderful. James always chose the most sexy
of underwear, and today was no exception.  The pale yellow nylon of his
pouch barely confined his hard meat, and even in this short time, it had
leaked so much pearly precum juice that the nylon clung to the head,
clearly showing its outline.  As the jeans dropped to the floor, Martin
gently cupped his heavy ball-sack in his hand, enjoying the warmth through
the smooth underwear, then he began to work his tongue at the top of James'
thighs, making the dark fuzz of hair slippery with his spit.  His tongue
crept further and further under the elastic that tucked the pouch between
his legs, tasting the salty sweat of his balls.

James groaned in delight with the attention - his best mate servicing his
cock while the teenager was working his nipples through the thin white
cotton.  He'd thought so many times of what it would be like with Martin.
From time to time, he had caught Martin checking out his body, but then
that's what all guys do with each other.  Still, he worked hard to keep his
body toned and in-trim and tanned, just in case a situation ever arose, but
until now he'd never dared chance it.

`Oh yes, mate, I knew you'd be expert at seeing to me. Your tongue's making
my balls tingle and churn and I've got a helluva load waiting for you.'

The talk was turning Tim on.  Always horny, his cock had never gone soft
since the recent shoot and now was rigid once more.  He pulled the
draw-string of the rugby shorts and let them slip down once again, giving
him freedom to work his hand over the pouch of his jock.  James slid his
hands around behind Tim to clasp and massage his tight teen bum-cheeks.
The sight of the white elastic straps stretched over the pale flesh
reminded him of the first time he'd seen Tim walking through the changing
room at school.  What a turn-on !

Martin was enjoying the scene.  After his two climaxes, he was content to
spend his whole effort giving James the best time he could.  His mouth was
working overtime, and soon the pouch was completely transparent, partly
from Martin's saliva but mainly from the constant stream of pre-jizz.  The
tight pouch couldn't contain the full length of James' cock and the
slippery, shiny red head popped out of the narrow side of the briefs,
giving Martin complete access to work his tongue over and over the smooth
surface and dip into the slit for a taste of nectar.  Tim slipped James'
T-shirt over his head to give himself more freedom to work on his nipples
with his tongue making them stand out proud and hard, while he still
frisked his own rigid teen-pole through the cotton jock.  The thin white
cotton pouch still showed the drying patch of precum from the earlier
session and now was getting soaked through again with the fresh flood of
juices, leaving the fabric slick and semi-transparent.  The firm flesh
stretched the material, clearly showing the contours of the teen's
man-cock.
  Tim knew his cock always drew the attention of his girlfriends, and he
loved the occasional session with a guy, but this workout with two of his
ex-teachers was the best and having already bust his nut with Martin, he
was now happy to give James all the attention while gently wanking himself
off.

`Aaah, you two horny guys are making me so hot.  Yeah, my cream is really
bursting to cum now.'  James thrust his crotch into Martin's face matching
the rhythm of his tongue-strokes over the bulging head, and along the
length of the shaft.  `Ooooh, I've wanted this for so long, mate, and its
so good.  I can't hold back.  Lick my cock, yeah lick it and lap up that
honey, because there's cream to follow any second now.  Jeez, I've never
felt so hard in my life.  Squeeze my balls, and make that spunk squirt!'

Quickly, Martin released the whole of his man-meat and balls from the nylon
pouch of the briefs, leaving them fully exposed so he could give them
maximum attention.  He proceeded to take James' cock into his mouth, at
first just the head, moving his tongue around and up and down the
underneath side of the head.  James gasped and moved his hands to Martin's
shoulders, gently massaging them.  Then he slowly moved his hands up to his
face and wiped the damp hair from his forehead while he worked more of his
enormous cock into Martin's mouth.  James was getting very close to cumming
but Martin certainly didn't want him to just yet.  He took his entire cock
down his throat and kept it there without moving, holding it as long as he
could hold his breath, then coming up for more air then back down on it
again.  After a couple more times like this James began to squirm around
while Martin had his cock down his throat.

Martin wanted this to last, but knew that James was fast approaching that
point where it's just no longer possible to delay the inevitable.  His
mouth swallowed the hard meat right down while he squeezed and toyed with
his smooth ball-sack.  James threw his head back - the electricity from
having his nipples sucked, and his best mate sucking his rigid cock
overwhelmed him.

`Here it cums guys.  You're the best and this is just for you.  Aaagh my
cream is just boiling...'

The cum filled Martin's mouth, thick and creamy and at the same time, from
his perfect vantage point, he could see Tim cumming to another climax with
perfect timing.  The teenager barely needed to touch his young cock for the
jizz to overflow, and it flooded the cotton of his jock and oozed beneath
the elastic of the pouch.  As James collapsed against the back of the seat,
Martin leaned across to lap at the teen- cum, savouring the taste and
smell.  The cotton was completely soaked with the two loads of spunk and
clung to the softening meat-pole.

`Oh yeah, Sir, that feels good.  Lick my shaft and taste my cream. You guys
are really the horniest.'

The three were exhausted. And the smell of man-sex and sweat hung in the
air, as they collapsed together on the bench.

Finally, James spoke.  `W ell, I guess we ought to get this bus moving; the
sooner we get back to my place, the sooner we can have some more fun!'

`I'll get my grease then', replied Tim, with a cheeky grin.


THE END

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