Date: Wed, 06 Mar 2013 10:50:46 -0500
From: Ian Robertson <robot42@mail.com>
Subject: Dance Belt part 3

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Dance Belt, part 3


Chad was running late for practice and hurried into the locker room to
change. As he pushed through the locker room door, he was already
unbuttoning his shirt. Upon entering the locker room, he found he wasn't
alone: John and Michael, his two younger team mates, were already changed
and waiting. They eagerly greeted their mentor as he crossed past them to
his locker, shedding his shirt. He tried to kick off his shoes as he opened
his locker, then fumbled with the buttons on his jeans before shimmying
them down his thighs. In his haste, however, he had neglected to untie his
shoes, and while he had managed to kick one off anyway, the other remained
stubbornly on his foot. Now, with his jeans bunched around his ankles, he
was suddenly brought up short, and almost lost his balance before admitting
defeat and, clad in just his plaid boxers, sat on the bench. He gave his
audience an embarrassed shrug as he did so, telling them,

"It's been one of those days."

As Chad bent to untie the obstinate shoe, he suddenly found that someone
else had beat him to it: John had knelt at the older boy's feet, and was
pushing the leg of Chad's jeans up to reveal the double-knotted shoe
laces. Then Michael was there too, working on the knot while John held the
jeans out of the way. John watched Michael working on the knot, then his
eyes slowly drifted up Chad's bare legs. He studied the dark, wiry hair on
Chad's calves, and noticed that there wasn't so much around and above the
knees. He glanced back down to gauge Michael's progress with the knot
before bringing his gaze back up to Chad's knees. From there, he followed
the line of the thigh muscles until they disappeared beneath the bunched
cotton of Chad's boxers. John's eyes probed the plaid fabric, searching for
a hint of what was hidden beneath. There was a gap along the inside of one
leg, and he tried to be surreptitious as he studied the shadow within,
hoping to get a glimpse of his mentor's equipment.

Then Chad shifted his idle leg, lifting the shoe-free foot out of the
puddle of his jeans. As he did so, John was rewarded with a clear line of
sight up the leg of Chad's boxers. He took in the wrinkled skin of Chad's
ball sack, with its sparse hairs. All too soon, it was gone as Chad brought
his foot back down to the floor. Then Michael announced,

"Got it!"

Chad lifted his other foot, and Michael pulled off the offending shoe. As
he did so, John slid the other jeans leg clear of Chad's foot and rocked
back, hoping to get another sneak peek. Feeling his leg free of shoe and
jeans, Chad tousled John's hair and prepared to stand again. Just then came
the signal for start of warm ups.

"Thanks guys - You'd better go. I'll be there in a sec," Chad told them.

Both of the younger boys were disappointed, but they knew he was
right. They left the locker room, leaving Chad to finish getting dressed on
his own.

If he thought that had been a day, Chad found the next day was worse. Not
only was he again almost late, he was soaked thanks to an afternoon
downpour. He came into the locker room and made straight for his locker and
the dry towel within. His wet shoes squinched as crossed the tile floor,
his path marked by damp footprints.

Michael and John watched in silence as Chad started to towel his hair
dry. He was overdue for a haircut, and it didn't dry as easily as it
usually did. With his view blocked by the towel, he didn't notice when the
younger boys started untying his shoes. But when he paused for a moment, he
caught the movement at the periphery of his vision. Then he did look down,
to see each of the boys loosening the sodden laces of his Nikes. Michael
finished the left shoe first, and motioned Chad to raise that foot. Chad
watched until John was finished with the right. When he was done, John
straightened up and Chad braced his right hand on the boy's shoulder and
lifted his left foot, allowing Michael to pull off the sopping wet
shoe. Putting his weight on the left foot, Chad then lifted his right, and
John pulled off the other shoe.

"Thanks," Chad said once he had both feet back on the floor.

Then, after one more pass at his hair, he tossed the towel on the bench and
grabbed the bottom hem of his shirt, then pulled it up over his head. The
wet cotton stuck to his skin, and resisted sliding over his head and
arms. He found himself stuck with the shirt halfway off, and nearly cursed
aloud before he remembered he had an audience, and settled for a mental one
instead.

It was at this moment, with his arms crossed above his head and still
entangled with his shirt, that Chad realized that his audience was not a
passive one. He relaxed his arms enough to gain a view of the top of
Michael's head as the boy worked to unbuckle his belt. When he was done
with the belt, Michael moved on to undo the button on the waist of Chad's
jeans. But then he was stymied by the absence of a zipper, and John, who
had seen button-fly jeans before, took over. Chad could feel the boy's
hands working the buttons open one by one.

John couldn't believe his luck: Just yesterday, he had been trying to get a
peek up Chad's boxer leg, and now here he was with his fingers on the fly
of Chad's jeans! Just like his shoes, Chad's jeans were soaked, and the
metal buttons didn't want to slip through the wet denim. John found he had
to put the fingers of one hand inside Chad's jeans to coerce the buttons to
let go. When Michael had undone Chad's belt and waist button, they had
gotten a glimpse of a white elastic waistband beneath. Now, as John worked
open the buttons on the fly, they could see that Chad was wearing briefs
today. As John worked his way down the fly, he could feel the rounded front
of Chad's briefs, and he maybe put a little bit more effort into working
the buttons than the job strictly required, especially with his inside
hand.

At first, John couldn't distinguish anything in Chad's briefs beyond the
presence of rubbery flesh. But as he reached the last two buttons, his
finger motions became more deliberate, and he could feel that things were
not as rubbery as before. Then the final button yielded, and the front of
Chad's soaked jeans gaped open, revealing the front of his equally wet
Jockeys.

The younger boys took in the view for several moments, during which time
Chad took the opportunity to finish pulling off his wet shirt. After he
tossed it on the bench next to his towel, he looked down at his
helpers. First one, and then the other looked up at him as he tousled their
hair.

"Quitting already?" he quipped.

With that encouragement, they resumed their ministrations. Both boys worked
to slide Chad's wet jeans down his thighs and calves, until he was able to
step out of them, first the left leg, and then the right. When they were
done, their mentor stood before them in his white briefs. Like all the rest
of his clothes, these were soaked. Unlike his outer clothes, however,
Chad's Jockeys had become semi-transparent with the soaking.

Michael and John both unabashedly stared at the older boy's wet
underwear. Both seemed mesmerized by his barely-hidden private parts. Then
John noticed something else: the Jockey briefs Chad had on were different
from the pair of Hanes he himself had worn the other day. The front was
different, he saw; instead of seams on both sides of the pouch like his
briefs, Chad's only had one seam that split halfway down into an
upside-down vee. After studying the different fly design for a moment, John
tentatively reached for the pouch of Chad's briefs. As he did so, he looked
up to see Chad looking back at him. Chad cracked a grin, then gave him a
nod and said,

"Go ahead."

Having been given permission, John's explorations became bolder, and he
cupped his hand over the front of Chad's briefs. He caressed Chad's package
for a while, feeling the flesh beneath the wet cotton. Then he flattened
his hand slightly and rubbed it over the front of the briefs. He eased his
rubbing hand towards the fly of the Jockeys and experimentally pushed his
fingertips beneath the flap. He could feel it was warmer here, and after
pausing for a moment, he pushed his fingers in further. He felt the loose
skin of Chad's balls, and as he held them John marveled at how they moved
in his hand.

Michael had been watching intently while John pushed his hand into the fly
of Chad's briefs. Soon he noticed that the front of Chad's briefs was
beginning to change shape. He watched, riveted as Chad's erection grew
inside, pushing across the front of the briefs towards his left hip. The
wet cotton clung to the flesh inside, clearly revealing the shape and size
of Chad's hardening member.

When John saw the shape of Chad's hardening cock, he tried to reach for it
with his fingers, but soon discovered that the wet cotton wouldn't let him.
He withdrew his hand from the fly, and ran it over the length of the
still-hidden member. He could feel it a lot better now than that time they
had felt it in the dance belt. His fingers traced the shape of the head
beneath the wet cotton. He remembered how it felt in his hand the first
time, and what had happened after that, and ran his fingers over it some
more. He thought he could feel a pulse in the firm tubular bulge.

As wet as Chad's Jockeys were, it was hard to see the glistening spot
forming over the tip of his cock. Michael spotted it when John's hand
pulled the already-stretched cotton taut over the head of Chad's member. He
reached for Chad's waistband to uncover the older boy's erect dick, but was
thwarted by the wet cotton's adhesion to the protuberance within. Then John
joined him, and together the two boys pulled the elastic waistband out far
enough to clear Chad's erection, and rolled the wet briefs over his butt
and down his thighs. Once they got nearly to Chad's knees, the briefs slid
easily down his legs to puddle around his ankles. He stepped out of them as
the younger boys' attention returned to his crotch, where his fully-erect
member jutted out at an angle. They stared in fascination as a clear drop
of pre-cum oozed from the piss slit.

"What's that stuff?" John asked as the pre-cum began to form a streamer
from Chad's bobbing tip towards the tile below.

"It's called pre-cum," Chad told him. "Feel it; it's really slippery."

Michael caught some on his finger and rubbed it with his thumb, then John
did likewise, touching his fingertip to the underside of Chad's
cockhead. After rubbing the slippery fluid across his thumb, John reached
again for the older boy's dick, tracing his finger up the frenulum to the
piss slit. Then without any conscious thought, he wrapped his fingers
around the head, feeling the firm rim of Chad's helmet. It seemed natural
to slide his hand down towards the base of the shaft. When he got there,
John felt Chad's pubes. He himself was just beginning to grow pubic hair,
and he ran his fingers through the older boy's before returning to the hot
shaft sticking out of them. As he gently stroked upwards, he noticed
another drop of pre-cum forming. Recalling the episode when he was alone
with Michael, John leaned forward and stuck out his tongue to catch the
clear droplet before it fell. It felt a little slimy on his tongue, but he
didn't really taste anything.

Meanwhile, Michael had gone exploring a little lower. He cupped Chad's
balls in his hand and squeezed gently, feeling the rubbery masses
inside. One seemed to be a little lower than the other. After a few
moments, he shifted around behind Chad for a better view and easier
access. His attention was drawn to Chad's rounded buttocks, which were
almost at eye-level. He soon had a hand on each cheek, feeling the firm
glutes. As he was kneading them, he unconsciously started to spread Chad's
crack, seeking what was hidden between the fleshy globes. Then he saw it; a
ring of slightly darker skin surrounding a puckered spot. He'd never seen
his own asshole, nor anyone else's before, but Michael knew that he'd found
Chad's. He was surprised to see it sort of wink at him. He ran a finger
around the edge and felt the pucker. Then he saw it wink again, and ran his
finger right over the middle of the puckered spot. It felt funny when he
did that, and he did it again, this time stopping right over the center of
the spot. He wasn't sure why, but he applied pressure against the spot, and
suddenly his fingertip popped through. Surprised, he jerked it back out,
then looked up to see if Chad had noticed.

Chad had noticed; he looked over his shoulder at Michael and gave the
younger boy a reassuring grin. He hadn't expected things to take this turn,
but he was willing to let the boys explore.

Having been given permission to continue, Michael's attention returned to
Chad's rosebud. He traced around it with a fingertip before again pressing
at the center of the puckered spot. Again, with a bit of a push, his finger
penetrated his mentor's hole. But this time Michael was ready, and held his
finger inside while wiggling the fingertip in the tight chute. Then he
pressed it in further, wondering how far he could go. After a few more
exploratory wiggles, he realized that his entire finger was buried in
Chad's hole. He marveled at this, and then wiggled his fingertip again. As
he did so, he felt a firm spot under his fingertip. It felt like it was
about the size of a large marble, and he pressed harder, trying to get a
better feel for it.

It was at this point that John, who had just tasted Chad's pre-cum, stroked
his hand down the older boy's hard shaft and held the bobbing cock steady
enough to touch it again with the tip of his tongue. He licked up the
underside of the head towards the piss slit and then swirled his tongue
over the head, feeling Chad's corona. He licked the bulbous tip like a
popsicle several times before putting his mouth over it and swirling his
tongue around it again.

Chad's resistance was no match for the boys' dual onslaught. Michael
palpitated his finger against Chad's prostate once or twice more as John
teased the older boy's dick with his mouth. Before Chad could warn John to
pull off, his dick erupted into the boy's mouth. Surprised, John almost
gagged before he was able to swallow some of Chad's load. But not all of
it, though - cum leaked past his lips and ran down his chin.

From behind, Michael felt the explosion and looked around Chad's hip in
time to see John's face, with Chad's cum running down his chin. John backed
off Chad's cock just in time for the third spurt to catch him square in the
face; now he had cum all over his nose and cheeks, too. John didn't care;
he was thrilled to be tasting Chad's cum this time. Then Michael was there,
wiping his friend's face with a finger and sticking it into his mouth. He
wiped John's face clean before turning and licking the last remnants of
Chad's load off the still-erect penis.

As his breathing slowed, Chad knelt and gave the boys a warm hug. He turned
to John and licked his cum off of John's nose, then said,

"Missed a spot!"