Date: Sun, 4 Sep 2011 09:22:53 -0400
From: Sam Sheppard <samsheppard2011@gmail.com>
Subject: I Love Football 1

Warning, this story contains explicit content involving sexual activity
between a man and underage boys.

The characters and events of the story are fictional and are not based on
any real person(s) alive or dead.  The author of this story believes that
such events should not take place, but acknowledges that many adults will
enjoy reading them.  As always comments are welcome.

I Love Football

As the title says, I love football.  Especially coaching, and especially
coaching Peewee football.  I love the game and teaching the kids how to
play it.  It also helps that I happen to like boys between the ages of 12
and 16.  I'm 32, 6'2" tall, 205 lbs and trim with well-defined muscles.  I
used to play middle linebacker in high school and college and have
continued to work out on a regular basis to keep in shape.  I'm, what I'd
consider, a fairly successful partner in a mid-size corporate law office.
One of the perks of being a partner is that I'm involved in deciding where
we spend our advertising dollars.  Since I love football as much as I do, I
suggested we sponsor a peewee football team in one of the poorer
neighbourhoods of the city, thereby giving underprivileged kids a chance to
participate in sports and helping them avoid the lure of gangs, violence
and drugs.  We've been sponsoring the same team now for 5 years and our
first group of players is just graduating from high school.  Of the 15 kids
graduating, 3 have received full athletic scholarships to universities in
the US, 4 have received full academic scholarships to various universities
in the US and Canada and the other 8 have been accepted into universities
and colleges here in Canada for various programs.  A pretty good record, I
would say.

One of the challenges has been finding coaches for the team.  For the first
two years, we had a fellow who had previously coached at the high school
level.  When the school eliminated their football program due to costs,
he'd had nowhere to coach, so he was willing to take on our team.  However,
he'd been recruited by one of the colleges in the area and had to resign
from our team at the end of his second year.  For the last three years we'd
had a father who'd played ball in college, but he and his family had been
transferred out of town.  So now we were back looking for a coach.  And
that's when one of the partners suggested that I take over coaching the
team.

"After all, you know the game.  You practically live for football.  I would
suggest that it's the perfect chance for you to use your skills and passion
for the game.  I also would suggest that, should you accept, we'd be
willing to scale back the hours we need you in the office and maintain your
income at the same level.  What do you say, Sam?"

An offer to do what I love, with no increase in hours, at the same salary?
How could I say no?  So here I was, coaching peewee football.  I recruited
a couple of college buddies of mine as assistant coaches.  The field at
which we play our home games is an old multi-use field adjacent to a small
run-down community centre in the downtown core, which happens to be less
than 10 blocks from our offices.  When I took over the team, the dressing
room looked like something out of a B movie; peeling paint, a small, dingy
washroom that I wouldn't use, a shower room with mould on the walls and
floor and every second light not working.  My first job was to get all this
fixed, so I arranged with the community centre for some friends of mine,
who own a small contracting firm, to build a new locker room adjacent to
the centre for the exclusive use of the team.  As well I arranged for them
to renovate the existing room, so it was functional and could be used by
everyone else.  The new locker room, built in a large square with an open
section in the centre, had an equipment room, first aid room, coaches'
office, bathroom and a large shower room.  It was a real treat watching the
parents' and the boys' expressions when they walked into the room on the
first day of training camp.

We had 45 kids show up on the first day of training camp, all between the
ages of 12 and 14.  Some had played on the team last year and some had
never played the game.  We had one young boy, Vladislav (Vlad, for short),
who'd never seen a Canadian football game, show up with a group of friends.
He thought he was trying out for a European football (soccer) team, but his
friends convinced him to try out.  This kid had a hell of a leg and could
kick the ball a mile, so we marked him down as our kicker.  The rest of the
kids were a real mixed bag, tall and short, thin and chubby, but all were
excited to get going.  We had the parents fill out the registration, pay a
$20 deposit for the equipment and then we issued everything the kids would
need to play; pants, pads, helmet, socks, practice jerseys and jocks. We
had arranged for the nearest sporting goods store to provide cleats for
free and for one of our clients, a dentist, to provide mouth guards for
free.  The only thing the parents needed to take care of was getting their
boy in to see a doctor for a preseason physical, and we had also arranged
for another client, a doctor, to do them at no charge.  We wanted to make
sure there were no barriers to these kids having a chance to participate.

The real practice started next day.  We spent two hours testing the kids to
see where they were best suited to play and by the end of practice we had a
full offensive and defensive line plus reserves, a complete set of
offensive and defensive backs, a kicker and one quarterback.  We also had a
young boy, Bryan, who just couldn't seem to fit in anywhere on the field,
the kid had no hand-eye coordination and couldn't run, catch or throw and
was too small to play on either line.  But he wanted to be part of the team
so badly that the coaches and I decided to offer him the position of
equipment manager.  Bryan and his mother were thrilled.  They'd been turned
down by a number of teams in the past and the poor kid just wanted to be
part of a team.

Practice ended and everyone filed into the dressing room.  I had made sure
that the coaches' room had a large window overlooking the dressing room, so
I had a perfect view as the boys got changed.  As the boys changed out of
their practice uniforms, I walked around, chatting with them and making
sure they all got showered before they dressed in their street clothes.
The profusion of bare skin was almost overpowering.  Some of these kids
were downright gorgeous.

Our quarterback, Adam, was one of them.  He was 13, tall for his age at
5'6" and weighed 115 lbs.  He had short, spiked, dark brown hair,
grey-green eyes, and was ahead of most of the other boys in his muscular
development as a result of having worked out for the last year at one of
the gyms in the area, with the idea of making this team.  He had broad
shoulders, with the beginnings of a defined chest and a flat stomach, an
incredibly tight, strong looking ass, with adorable dimples in each cheek
and a penis that was about 4" in length, with a small, dark triangle of
pubic hair above it and a set of olive-sized balls hanging in his hairless
scrotum.  His legs were long, with strong muscular thighs and a pair of
defined calves with the start of some downy hair on them.

Then there was Darius, our middle linebacker, with his Greek heritage.  At
14, Darius was built like the Minotaur, stocky and strong.  He was 5'5",
weighed 125 lbs, and had short, almost black hair, dark brown eyes, olive
coloured skin, a small aquiline nose and a beautiful mouth filled with
white straight teeth.  If this kid had any fat on him, I don't know where
it was.  Broad shouldered, with strong, muscular arms, he had well defined
pecs with dark, nickel sized nipples, a narrow waist and an ass with tight
cheeks that would have fit nicely into each of my hands.  He had a 4 to
4.5" uncut penis with a patch of black, curly pubic hair at the base and a
pair of large testicles.

Our youngest player, Marcus, was a 12 year old who played receiver.  He was
around 5'1", weighed 85 lbs and had dark mocha coloured skin.  He was small
and fast, with great hands.  He also had a killer smile, with beautiful
white teeth in a full mouth, set in an angelic face with a small nose and
dark brown eyes.  He had very little definition, long, thin arms, with
large hands, a flat stomach, no pubic hair and a small 2" cock over a set
of marble-sized balls.  He also had long thin, but strong legs and large
feet, giving a hint of how big he'd get in later life.

All in all it was a veritable cornucopia of boyskin for the eye.  Once the
kids had showered and dressed, Bryan went around and picked up the towels
and threw them in the hamper.  He hung around after the boys had all gone
and cleaned up the locker room.  By the time he was finished, the coaches
and I had finished our meeting, so I offered to drive him home.  We locked
up the room, jumped in my car and drove off.  As we talked, I found out
that Bryan was actually 13, going on 14 in a month (I'd thought he was 12),
had two sisters and that his father had left them when he was three.  Being
part of the team was the first chance he'd had to spend time amongst other
boys in a team environment.  When we got to his apartment, he jumped out,
waved at me and smiled and ran inside.

The next few days were much the same, with me continuing to drive Bryan
home after practice.  Our first game was scheduled for the Saturday
afternoon that weekend.  It was an away game, against a team from one of
the suburbs.  The team would meet at the locker room and then we'd all head
over by bus to the other team's field.  At the practice before the game, I
got a call from Bryan's mom.  She'd been called into work for that night
and couldn't get Bryan to the field the next day for the game and he was
devastated.  She wanted to know if I'd mind picking him up at home and
bringing him in with me.  I said I'd be happy to do that, but I suggested
that he come home with me tonight and stay over at my place and we'd come
to the field together.  She thought about that for a while and said she
didn't want to cause any inconvenience.  I assured her that it was no
inconvenience at all, so we arranged for me to bring him back to his home
to pick up some overnight things and then he'd spend the night at my place.

After practice was over, we went back to his place, got his clothes and
then headed downtown to my condo.  I live on the waterfront, on the 20th
floor, overlooking the harbour, in a large two bedroom unit with a
solarium.  Once we got into my suite, I showed Bryan where his room was and
then let him wander around looking at everything.  I ordered pizza for
dinner and then we sat around and watched some TV until it was delivered.
I ordered a movie for us to watch during dinner and by the time it was
over, Bryan was ready for bed.  He walked out of the bedroom wearing only
his boxers, came over and gave me a hug and asked if I'd tuck him in, which
I said I'd be happy to do.  He climbed in under the covers and I pulled
them up and patted his backside.  I rubbed his back over the covers and he
moaned.

"Mmmm, that feels nice.  Can you keep doing that?" he asked.

"Of course I can," I answered and began rubbing his back more firmly,
eliciting more moans.  I took a chance and pulled the covers down to his
waist and began rubbing his bare back and Bryan seemed to melt.  It was
obvious this kid was starved for male attention, so I just kept massaging
his back.  I worked my way down to the waistband of his boxers and ran my
fingers under it several times and when I got no protest, I slid the tops
down slightly, exposing the tops of Bryan's creamy white buttocks.

"Is this OK?" I asked as I rubbed his back.

"Mm-hmm," he said, "You can go lower if you want. It feels great."

I pulled his boxers lower and he lifted his hips as I did, allowing me to
pull them all the way down to his knees.  I now had a naked 13 year old boy
lying before me.  Bryan was 5'1" tall, around 85 lbs.  He had reddish-blond
hair, which he wore slightly long, with his bangs covering his emerald
green eyes at times.  His nose was small and turned up slightly and had
some freckles dotted across it, giving him an even more youthful
appearance.  He had a small mouth with perfectly white teeth, which I only
got to see occasionally, since he didn't smile much.  He was small, with
thin arms and legs and very little muscle definition, except for his
backside.  His bum was beautiful, white, tight and smooth.  He had the
quintessential bubble butt and lying here on his bed, I wanted to lean
forward and bury my tongue in it.  However, I simply continued to massage
his back and now his cheeks.  As I did, Bryan spread his legs and I could
see his balls between his legs.  I massaged down over his butt and onto his
upper thighs, working my way to the inside of his legs as I did, causing
him to spread his legs even more.  I massaged down his thighs and calves
and back up, making sure that my hands rubbed against his scrotum every so
often.  After a few minutes of this, I suggested he roll over onto his back
and I'd massage his chest.  He hesitated for a few seconds and then rolled
right over.  He was hard as a rock and throbbing.  His cock was nothing
like the rest of his body; it was around 5" long, circumcised with a flared
helmet-shaped head, a patch of reddish-gold, soft, hair at either side of
the base and a pair of balls the size of large olives with the start of
some fine hairs on his scrotum.

I moved up and started massaging his thin chest and shoulders and then
moved slowly down to his stomach.  After massaging him there for a short
while, I moved my hands down to his thighs and calves.  When I returned to
his thighs, I concentrated on sliding my hands down the inside of them,
occasionally letting the back of my hand rub up against his balls.  His
cock was throbbing and waving in the air in time with his heartbeat.  I
finally took hold of his long thin cock and began slowly stroking it from
the base to the head.

"Oh, wow, that feels nice," he moaned.  "No one's ever done that.  It's
awesome."

"Yeah, it feels pretty good from my side too," I said.

I reached down with my other had and began gently squeezing and rolling his
balls around and then scratching along his perineum.  He began thrusting
his hips up into my hand, so I sped up my stroking and concentrated on the
corona of the head of his penis.  As he neared his orgasm, I kissed the tip
of his cock and then slid my mouth down the entire length of his boyhood
and began milking it.  With a loud moan, Bryan hit his orgasm and I could
feel his cum race up the shaft of his cock and forcefully hit the back of
my throat.  "Ohhhhh yeahhhh, oohhh yeeaahhh, awww mannnn, ohhh, ohhh,
ohhhh, OH, OH, OH, OH, ooohhhh fffuuuuccckkkk" he cried as he began to cum
in my mouth.  I watched as his chest and head shot off the bed, his hips
flexed and thrust upward and his legs splayed farther apart as he came.  I
swallowed and swallowed and swallowed.  I was surprised by how much cum
this young kid was able to produce and at the wonderfully sweet taste of
it.  It seemed like his orgasm went on forever.  He began to settle down
and his breathing slowed and became less ragged.  As I took him out of
mouth I made sure to clean his penis as gently and thoroughly as I could.

"Oh my god, Sam, that was amazing!" he said. "I can't believe you sucked
me.  And let me cum in your mouth."

I just smiled and licked my lips.  "Yeah, that WAS amazing.  I can't
believe you came so much.  But you know we can't say anything to anyone
about this, right."

"Sam, I'm small and uncoordinated, not stupid," he chuckled.  "Of course, I
know not to say anything.  Besides, I wouldn't want to lose my chance to
get more of that."

"OK," I laughed. "But now it's time for you to get some sleep."  I leaned
over and kissed his forehead and left his room.

After I was sure he was asleep, I went back out to the living room and slid
one of my private DVD's into my player, got comfortable on the couch and
jacked off to the sight of a cute 12 year old boy sucking the cock of a 16
year old as another 16 year old boy fucked his ass.  I was so horny from
having jacked Bryan off that it must have only taken about three minutes
and I was blasting cum all over my chest and stomach.  I shut down the DVD
player, went into the bathroom to clean up and then went to bed, dreaming
of teen cocks and butts.

The next morning, I woke up and checked on Bryan.  He was still asleep, so
I went into the kitchen and made myself some coffee and sat down to read
the news on my computer.  A while later, Bryan padded into the kitchen in
his boxers, looking damn cute.  He came over to stand beside me and I
wrapped an arm around his waist, reaching around and gently toying with his
cock.  He moaned slightly and was hard in seconds.

"Want me to stop?" I teased.

"No way," he purred.  Dropping his shorts, he moved away and lay down on
the couch.  "Will you suck me again?  It felt soo good last night." he
asked.  I was only too happy to oblige, so I moved over and knelt beside
the couch, taking hold of his hard boycock.  I started stroking him and
playing with his balls and then placed the tip of his cock in my mouth.  I
licked around the head of his cock and slowly slid my lips down his long
shaft.  It felt like I had a solid rubber shaft covered in soft silky flesh
in my mouth.  I began sliding my lips up and down his cock and Bryan
responded by pushing his hips up into my mouth.  As I did this, I reached
around his cock with my first three fingers and thumb and, placing them
just next to my mouth as I sucked on his cock.  Bryan was moaning softly.
I stopped for a minute and went to get the KY jelly in my bathroom.  I
squirted some onto my finger, slid it between his legs and along his
crevice until I found his pucker.  As I got back to sucking Bryan, I rubbed
my finger across his hole a couple of times and then pressed it against him
until it slid in.  His eyes went wide and his hips shot off the bed,
pushing his hard cock right into my mouth.  I worked it in and out until it
was all the way into him and then I began fucking him with my finger as I
sucked on his sweet penis.  I could feel his small prostate and as I could
feel him approaching orgasm, I wriggled my finger against his little
nubbin, causing him to completely lose control.  His legs shot out
straight, his ass clenched on my finger, his cock got even harder and I
could feel the tube on the underside throbbing.  "Oh fuuck, Sam, that's
awesome, oh shit, so good, oh fuck, oh fuck, I'm gonna cum, oh fuck, oh
fuck, oh FUCK, OHHHH FFFFUUUUCCCCCKKKKK, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,
oh...oh....oh.....ohhhhh fuuuck, yeahhh, oh wowww."  His cum squirted into
my mouth and down my throat as I swallowed every shot.

After he'd finished cumming, Bryan lay on the couch, stunned.  I went into
the bathroom and got a warm washcloth and gently washed down his cock and
balls, making sure I cleaned up any last vestiges of his cum.  He looked
like he'd fallen asleep after such a forceful orgasm, but as I washed him,
his eyes opened and he smiled.  And then he reached down to where I was
kneeling and put his hand on my steel hard cock.

"Bryan, I don't think you should do that," I warned him.

"No, I want to, Sam," he replied.  "I want to make you feel as good as you
made me feel just now."

He wrapped his small hand over top of my cock through my shorts and began
rubbing it.  I sat down on the couch and Bryan slid his warm, small hand
into the fly of my boxers.  He grasped my shaft and began stroking my cock.
I slid my boxers down and Bryan took hold of my now free 7" circumcised
penis and went back to stroking it.  I leaned my head back against the
couch and enjoyed the sensation of this young boy masturbating me.  He
wasn't an expert at the art, by any means, but what he lacked in expertise
was more than made up for in enthusiasm and beauty.  I watched as he stared
at my dick as his small hand slid up and down my increasingly hard shaft
and was soon getting close to the edge.

"Ooohh man, that feel's soooo gooood, Bryan.  I'm getting close to cumming
though.  Do you wanna stop and I'll finish myself?" I asked.

"No way," he said and continued to jack me.  He started to speed up and
within seconds I was right at the edge.

""Ohhhhh yeahhhh, I'm gonna cum, oohhh yeeaahhh, awww mannnn, ohhh, ohhh,
ohhhh, OH, OH, OH, OH, OH, ooohhhh fffuuuuccckkkk," I yelled as I blasted
shot after shot of cum onto my chest and abdomen and all over Bryan's hand.
The look on his face as I came was priceless; a mix of awe and surprise and
fascination as he continued to stroke my dick.  I placed my hand over his
and stopped him, since my cock was getting too sensitive and then used the
washcloth to clean myself up.  Bryan sat there looking at the cum on his
hand and then, to my surprise, took a tentative lick at it.

"You know, it's not what I thought it'd taste like.  I thought it'd be
gross, but it's actually OK," he said.

I suggested we get dressed and go get some breakfast before we headed to
the field.  I watched his adorable little ass wiggle as he walked to his
bedroom and then got dressed myself.  We headed out, grabbed breakfast at
the restaurant on the first floor of my building and then jumped into my
car to get to the field. The team started showing up and by departure time
everyone was present and excited to get the season underway.

We played a team from one of the western suburbs, which had been able to
pick their team from over 60 kids and, consequently were a powerhouse.  We
lost 32 - 21, but I was proud of the way our kids played and never gave up.
When we got back to our field, I told the players and parents that, win or
lose, I was taking the kids out for pizza after every game, so we all met
at the nearest Boston Pizza and had our post-game pizza together.

I took Bryan home after the meal and when his mom opened the door of their
apartment, he started nattering on about how much fun he'd had, how the
team had done, what he'd done at the game, the team meal and his mother
looked at me and just shrugged and smiled.  As I got ready to leave, she
said she'd never seen Bryan so animated and was very grateful to me for
letting him be part of the team.  I told her he was a great kid and that I
was glad he enjoyed it so much.  I also told her he was always welcome to
call me or to visit.  I called out a goodbye to Bryan, who'd disappeared
into the apartment.  He came running and slammed into me, giving me a huge
hug.  His mom seemed surprised at the display and, after he'd gone back
inside, said that he never hugged anyone, so I'd obviously made quite an
impression on him.  I told her I was glad he was happy and that I would see
him at practice on Monday.

On Sunday afternoon, I got a call from a parent whose son hadn't had a
chance to try out for the team, since he'd been out of town during our
training camp. The father said his boy, Riley, played quarterback for his
junior high school, but wasn't going to be going back to the same school,
so he wanted to try out for our team at practice.  I said to bring him out
and we'd see how he did.

Monday afternoon rolled around and I arrived at practice a few minutes
early.  Bryan was already there when I arrived and he came over and gave me
a big hug.  I hugged him back and we went into the locker room so I could
meet with the coaches.  I explained that we had a new player, named Riley
trying out and what the situation was, and everyone was in favour of seeing
what the kid could do.  Bryan overheard me explaining it and asked if he
could talk to me.  When I went out to the dressing room, Bryan said very
quietly that Riley hadn't been "away"; he'd been at a camp for young
offenders.  It appeared that Riley had been arrested for something and
couldn't go back to the school, because all the kids knew and would make it
hard for him to stay there.  Bryan didn't know what he'd been arrested for,
so I thought I should have a quick chat with Riley's dad when they arrived,
which they did around five minutes later.

As the coaches and Bryan got him fitted for his gear, I took Riley's dad
aside and said I'd heard that Riley had had some trouble over the summer
and that I should probably know about it.  His dad was hesitant about
telling me what was going on, so I suggested that he give me a loonie.  He
looked at me strangely and I explained that as a lawyer, if he paid me,
that established an attorney-client relationship and that I'd be unable to
disclose anything to anyone.  He smiled and handed me the dollar coin.
Riley had indeed been arrested early in the summer, for solicitation.  He'd
been hanging out with some friends that his parents didn't approve of, and
he'd gotten involved in some sexual activity with some of them.
Unfortunately, the police happened to show up right then and he and his
friends, some of whom were involved in teenage prostitution, had been
arrested, charged and eventually convicted of solicitation.  Riley had pled
not guilty, but was still convicted and sent to a youth camp for two
months.  Now everyone at the school and neighbourhood knew and they were
going to be moving, but hadn't found a place as yet.  Riley, he assured me,
was a good kid, who'd gotten mixed up with the wrong people.  He was a good
quarterback who was hoping to play in high school and eventually college
and needed to keep playing to maintain his skill.  I told him we'd take a
good look at him and that, as far as I was concerned, his history didn't
have any bearing on whether he made the team or not.  His dad shook my hand
and said thanks.  I called Bryan over and told him not to say anything to
any of the other players about Riley and he agreed.

By this point the kids had arrived and everyone was on the field for
practice.  We started with warm up, calisthenics and then ran through some
plays.  I had Riley step in for a couple of scrimmages and watched him
throw and handle the ball.  I had to admit, he had some real talent.  After
practice, while the kids were getting showered and changed, I spoke with
the coaches and they all agreed that we should keep him.  Just then, there
was a loud crash from the dressing room and Bryan came running to get me.
As I ran into the room, I saw Riley lying on the floor and an overturned
garbage can beside him.  One of the larger kids, a 14 year old named
Stewart, was standing over him.

"Hey," I yelled, "What's going on here."  I helped Riley off the floor, not
even noticing that his towel had fallen off.

"I'm not showering with HIM in there," said Stewart.  "He's a queer."

I could see Riley bunching his fists, getting ready to rush Stewart, so I
put a hand on his shoulder, which calmed him down.  I called the entire
team out to the locker room and had them sit down.

"Let me make something perfectly clear to everyone here," I began.  "Who
plays on this team is up to the coaches and anyone who doesn't want to play
alongside someone we think should play is free to leave now.  Secondly,
we're a team, which means we're like a family and people in my family don't
call other people hurtful names.  Riley's just joined us, which means he's
now part of our family and despite what you may or may not have heard, I
will not put up with anyone making him feel unwelcome or uncomfortable on
my team.  Is all that clear?"

There were a few half hearted "Yes coach" calls.  I yelled louder, "Is that
clear?" and this time everyone yelled "Yes Coach".  "Good," I said.
"Stewart, you can be the first to officially welcome Riley to the team.
Come over here and shake his hand."  Stewart stood up, looking embarrassed
and walked over to Riley and quickly shook his hand.  After that, the rest
of the team shook Riley's hand and everyone went back to getting dressed.

After the players left the dressing room, Riley came over to me and thanked
me for looking after him and for keeping him on the team.  I told him I
thought everyone should have a second chance and that I was sure he'd be a
valuable player.  His father picked him up and they left.  That left Bryan
and me alone in the locker room, so we got into my car and I drove him
home.  When we got to his place, no one was home, but Bryan found a note
from his mother saying she was called in to work all night and his sisters
were at their aunt's.  She said he should go there as well.  He looked at
me and said he didn't want to stay at his aunt's place and wanted to know
if he could stay at mine.  I said that was fine as long as his mother said
it was OK.  He called her at work and explained the situation and she
agreed to him staying with me, so he grabbed some clothes and we got back
in my car and drove back to my place.

When we got upstairs, Bryan put his bag in his room and came out to the
living room.  While I was in the bathroom, he asked if he could watch a
movie and I said he could do what he wanted.  As I came out of the
bathroom, I heard moaning and the sound of a young voice yelling, "Fuck me,
oh yeah, fuck me," and it dawned on me that I hadn't taken the porn DVD out
of the player after watching it.  I ran into the living room to find Bryan
sitting there, staring at the TV with wide eyes and his mouth open.  I
grabbed the remote and shut it off.  I apologized and said he wasn't
supposed to see that, but Bryan said he thought it was hot and wanted to
know if the older boys were really having sex with the younger boy.  I
assured him they were and he said he couldn't believe how horny it made
him.  I looked at his crotch and sure enough, his jeans had a noticeable
tent.

"Want me to help you with that?" I asked.

"Oh yeah, please," he said.  "But can we watch the video while you do?"

I started the video from the beginning and sat down beside Bryan.  The
video started with a boy of about 10 being sucked off by a kid of about 13.
I turned to Bryan and unzipped his jeans and pulled them and his underwear
down and off as he took off his shirt.  I kissed his forehead and then his
cute little nose and then kissed my way down his neck to his chest.  I took
first one and then the other little nipple in my mouth and licked and
nipped each, causing Bryan to squirm a bit.  As I did, I took his hard cock
in my hand and started stroking him.  I slid off the couch and in between
his spread legs and began kissing his stomach and the area around his pubic
mound.

"Oh god, Sam.  Suck me please," he moaned and I slipped my lips over the
head of his cock.  I could hear Bryan suck in air as I did. I kissed his
penis again and slid just the tip into my mouth as I continued to stroke
him and he moaned with pleasure.  I slid more of his hard young cock into
my mouth, slowly moving inch by hard inch down his shaft until I had it
completely engulfed and my lips were against his soft pubic hairs.  I used
my throat and tongue to milk his cock and began kneading his balls.

Bryan was moaning more feverishly, "Oh fuck, Sam.  That feels amazing.  Oh
shit.  Ohh yeah, suck me.  Oh yeah."

I started bobbing my head on his cock, sliding my lips up and down his
shaft and making sure I increased the pressure of my lips as they slid
across the corona of the head of his penis.  He began bucking his hips in
earnest and when I reached down and started tickling his perineum, he went
wild.  His hips thrust upward, his balls drew up tight against his body and
his legs went rigid.  He was right on the edge of cumming, so I slowed down
and backed off.  I had a few different plans for this adorable boy and I
wasn't ready for him to cum just yet.  I wet my middle finger in my mouth
and slipped it up against his hole and wiggled it, tickling his anus.
Bryan let out a moan as I did.  I kept applying pressure with my finger and
soon the tip of it slipped past his sphincter and into his hole.  He let
out a high pitched squeal at that.  I licked down his hard shaft to the
base and then onto his soft scrotum, feeling the few hairs there tickle my
lips and tongue and tongued each of his firm little balls.  I worked my way
back up to the head of his cock, slid my lips down to the base and began
sucking Bryan for all I was worth.  He was moaning loudly now.  As I sucked
him, I continued to apply pressure to my finger and it soon slid all the
way into his ass.  As he approached orgasm, I wriggled my finger in his
tight ass, causing him to completely go over the edge.  His legs shot out
straight, his ass clenched on my finger, his cock got even harder and I
could feel the cum shoot up and through the tube on the underside, before
it blasted into my mouth.

"AAWWWW FUCK.  OH SHIT," Bryan screamed, "Oh yeah, Oh Sam, I'm gonna cum,
oh, gonna cum, oh yeah, oh fuck, oh fuck, OOOOOHHH FFFUUUUCCCCKKKK, ungh,
ungh, ungh ,ungh," he cried as he blasted 2 then 3 then 4 shots of his
sweet teen cum into my mouth, and as he stopped shooting and his cum tailed
off to a dribble, "oh fuck, oh fuck, ohhh fuck, oohhhhh, oohh wowww, oh
holy shit, oh wow."

I licked every drop of his cum off his wilting cock and sat back.  Bryan's
eyes were closed and his head was resting against the back of the couch.
He had a slight smile on his flushed face and his blonde hair was matted
with sweat.  I kissed the tip of his flaccid penis and then sat back on the
couch and wrapped Bryan in my arms with his head resting on my shoulder.
As I sat there, I thought to myself, "Yup, I really love football."

More to come.