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MILK BOY

A Shorts! Story from an English Track Coach

It was a Saturday morning in August, right in the middle of the school 
holidays, and I was enjoying the six-week summer break - and yet missing the 
boys who spent so much of their time in my care.  I awoke at my flat, which is 
in a small block in north-west London.  It was seven-thirty.  Lying in bed, 
wearing only a spare pair of my flimsy nylon racing shorts, I was aware that I 
had my usual half-hard erection.  That often happened in the mornings, and was 
normally cured by a visit to the bathroom.  But this particular start to the 
day was going to be different.  I heard the sound of an electric milk-float 
pulling up outside, and voices began drifting up towards me.

What made me get up and go to the window, I didn't know.  As I peered through 
the blind I could see old Fred, the milkman, arranging the crates on his cart 
and getting ready to deliver the milk to the flats in the block.  I reckoned 
mine would arrive in twenty minutes or so, and was just about to return to bed 
when suddenly, jumping down from the driver's cab, I saw a young guy whom I 
thought must be around sixteen.

What a sexy young body the boy had!  He was quite tall and slim, with fair 
hair and a dishy sort of face, and was wearing a white T-shirt and a pair of 
high-cut satin running shorts which were very tight and VERY brief.  They were 
accentuated by the boy's long, tanned legs.  He was also wearing white tube 
socks and trainers, as he leant casually against the side of the cart, 
drinking orange-juice from a carton.  I just looked at the boy: already I was 
keyed-up.  My own shorts were now filled with a throbbing prick.

As I listened to old Fred talking to the boy, I discovered that his name was 
Tommy.  He was being given instructions as to what to deliver.  I was hoping 
that he would call at my door very soon!  Tommy finished his orange-juice and 
bent down to put the empty carton into the cab.  As he did so he had turned, 
and I noticed what a tight little arse the boy had.  So... there would be 
something like twenty minutes to get ready, before Tommy would be at my front 
door.  Lucky it was Saturday, for I owed the milkman some money and this would 
be a perfect opportunity to settle up, and also an opportunity to talk with 
the lad.

I pulled the bedclothes into some kind of order, then quickly showered and 
shaved.  When I had finished I returned to the bedroom and thought about what 
to wear.  It was a hot morning already, so I went to the drawer of my 
dressing-table and looked for some sexier gear.  I soon found a tight athletic 
singlet and a pair of flimsy cotton shorts which left little to be desired.  I 
remembered wearing them at the disco a couple of evenings earlier, and 
spending most of the night being touched up.  I squeezed into them, put on a 
pair of socks and some trainers and went into the kitchen.

I made myself some coffee and prepared to wait the few remaining minutes until 
the doorbell rang.  Suddenly I realised the boy was near, from the sound of 
bottles clinking outside my door.  The bell sounded.  I went to the door and 
opened it, and there stood young Tommy carrying two bottles.  He looked a 
little startled at first, observing that I was dressed in such scanty gear, 
but decided that I must be about to go jogging or something.

"Hi, I've just brought your milk," said Tommy.

"Thanks very much," I replied, and invited the boy into the kitchen.  "I owe 
you some money from last week, don't I?"  Tommy just nodded.  "Hey - would you 
like some juice?"  I asked him, remembering how much he seemed to be enjoying 
it earlier.

The boy replied that he would, and that he had some time to spare, since old 
Fred was at the local cafe for an hour having his morning break.

In the next few minutes, I learned from the boy that he was almost seventeen, 
in his last year at school, and was helping with the milk round to earn some 
extra cash.  Tommy took the glass of orange-juice I held out for him, and 
leaned against the kitchen table.  I stood by the fridge, already beginning to 
get a hard-on from the sight of the boy standing casually before me.

"It's hot today," said Tommy.  I just nodded.  "That's why I put this gear on 
- I usually wear jeans."

I said the first thing that came into my head.  "Well, you look great.  Where 
did you get those amazing shorts, by the way?"

"Yes, they're a bit over-the-top, aren't they?"  replied Tommy.  "I got them 
at the track shop in the High Street - you know the one."

I just smiled.  "Yes, very well," I said to him.  "They only just about fit 
you!"

Tommy looked at me, and his eyes flicked down to my crotch again.  "What about 
those running shorts of yours?  They're a bit on the small side, too, aren't 
they?"

I agreed, saying that I normally wore them for jogging... which was a lie.  
The boy went on sipping his juice, now aware that I was eyeing him up and 
down.  The teenager had also noticed the growing swelling inside my shorts.

"You're very cute," I said to him, as casually as I could.

Tommy looked at me out of the corner of his eye.  "Are you - well, you know?" 
 he asked me.

I replied, "Do you mean do I fancy you?"

Tommy thought for a moment, then said "Well, yes."

I confessed that I had seen him from the window and hoped that he would bring 
up my milk that day.  Then Tommy said, "Well, when I told my mates that I'd be 
working with old Fred, they told me to look out for randy housewives who 
fancied milkmen and window-cleaners - but I didn't expect to find a guy going 
for me."

"Do you mind?"  I asked him.  Tommy just shrugged his shoulders lightly, 
meaning he was game for anything.

I walked across the kitchen and stood right in front of the boy.  Pointing to 
my now-massive hardon, which was aching to feel the boy's fingertips, I said 
"Now see what you've done!"  Tommy smiled broadly.  I placed my hands lightly 
on his shoulders and began to massage them.  "Is that nice?"  I asked him.

The reply was affirmative, and so I worked slowly towards his pecs, deciding 
at the same time to get him to do a bit of work himself.  "Feel my cock", I 
told him.  Tommy let one hand drop to my leg, gently touching my throbbing 
cock through the thin cotton and causing an instant reaction.  "Go on, stroke 
it!"  I encouraged, as I rubbed my thumbs across his hard nipples through his 
flimsy T-shirt.  The boy did so, cautiously at first, but soon beginning to 
really enjoy himself and the feel of my shorts.

"I've never felt like this before," he told me, "about a guy's stiff cock... 
it's just great!"

By then I knew I was onto a winner.  I pushed his T-shirt up almost to his 
shoulders, and began to feel the smooth skin of his stomach and hairless 
chest.  Tommy just sighed.  I found one of his nipples again and began to 
caress it.

"Do that some more... it feels really nice," the boy requested.

I found his other hard little tit and started to squeeze them both gently, 
forcing them to harden further.  Tommy was still gently jerking me, though it 
was proving slightly difficult through the restricting cotton of my shorts.  I 
whispered into Tommy's ear, and led him through to the bedroom.  The boy lay 
down on the bed with his head on the pillows, and spread his long legs wide.

"Now for some real fun!"  I said, and stroked those long legs right up to his 
thighs, stopping only to increase the swelling inside the boy's shorts.  "You 
know, Tommy, I really go for boys in sexy satin shorts!"  I said to him.  "If 
you wear this pair too often, you'll end up getting raped!"

Tommy smiled at me again, and said "If you think these are sexy, you want to 
see my gym outfit.  I got the shorts a size too small for me, so I don't dare 
to wear them too often!"  I pictured in my mind what Tommy would look like in 
the gym kit he was describing.  But for now I was determined to enjoy every 
second with the boy.  I kissed him hard on the lips, stroking his fine hair.  
He reached for the front of my shorts again, trying to grasp the massive 
erection they now barely contained.  "Haven't you got a looser pair?"  he 
asked me.  "These are a bit too tight for all this."

"Yeah, sure!"  I replied, moving swiftly to my 'special' drawer to find 
something more suitable.  I pulled out a flimsy, almost-transparent pair in 
Ripstop ntylon, that I'd bought earlier that summer.  "How about these?"

"They look okay to me," replied Tommy, and within a couple of seconds I'd 
changed into them and returned to the bed.  I kissed the boy again, slipping 
my hand back under his T-shirt, and was soon working on those tits once more. 
 The boy cried out, "More!  More!  Please play with them some more - it's 
sensational!"

"And so is this," I responded, as I sat firmly astride him and grabbed the 
waist band of his satin shorts, pulling them halfway down Tommy's legs.

His cock was quite big - six inches of stiff young dick just waiting to be 
sucked - and my mouth was hungry for him.  I went down on his tool and began 
to lick and suck it gently.  Tommy was panting with desire.  His tits were 
being squeezed and he was being sucked off at the same time - he had never 
felt so good!  I stopped for a moment and sat up.  "Now I want you to take my 
cock out, and play with it as slowly as you can.  Go on - it'll feel great!"  
Tommy reached inside my flimsy shorts and grabbed for the swelling beneath 
them - all eight inches of it, ready for action - finally pulling it out into 
the open.  "God, you're big!"  said Tommy.

"Want to try sucking on it?"  I ventured.  The boy raised his head and managed 
to get my cockhead into his mouth.

He sucked and licked, enjoying the taste and feel of it on his tongue, but 
couldn't manage to swallow more than a couple of inches without gagging on it, 
so I withdrew.

"Take your kit off," I told the boy, and at once Tommy did so.

I found him a fresh and even more sexy set of gear to wear, and Tommy slid 
into it without hesitation.  We came together on the bed, our taut bodies 
writhing against each other like Coach and young Athlete, our cocks rubbing 
together through the flimsy materials which covered us.  We kissed again.  We 
were holding each other closely, exploring one another's bodies feverishly.  I 
squeezed Tommy's arse tightly whilst he slowly massaged my stiff tits.  Then I 
went down on the boy again, this time taking the entire length deep into my 
throat.

By now both of us were wanting more, so I started working us both up even 
further by talking to Tommy.  "You know what you are?"  I said.  The boy shook 
his head.  "You're a little prick-tease, standing there in the street in those 
sexy satin shorts, with these long legs of yours!  I like boys like that 
best... and those little tits... they need squeezing!  Now grab hold of my 
cock, Tommy!  Jerk me through my shorts, and don't stop until I tell you.  
Come on, Milk Boy - deliver!"

Tommy was now worked up to such a degree that he jerked me with sex-crazed 
abandon.  "You need a good screwing, Tommy!"  I said to him.

"No... not just yet!"  pleaded the boy.  "Maybe later."

I carried on talking.  "I'd like to dress you up in some of my sexiest gear.  
Maybe a real silk jockstrap.  Would you like that?"

Tommy sighed.  "Yes!  Oh, yes!  That's what I want!  Anything, if it means 
wearing sexy sports gear, and turning us both on like this!"

By now, the boy could almost take no more.  He was being jerked by his new 
Coach - his foreskin pulled back to the fullest extent, and brought back to 
provide the sensation he craved.  He was sucking on my prick now, while his 
tits were being played with.  "I'm going to cum soon", said the boy.  I 
continued to jerk him, exciting him more and more.  Feeling down the bed for 
the boy's own little shorts, I rubbed them against his face and stomach.

"Come on, Tommy, think of all those different sexy shorts you're going to wear 
for me, with your hard cock sticking up beneath them - doesn't that sound 
great?  Your cock all stiff and wet, and ready to deliver!"  Tommy listened, 
and his breathing became still heavier... he was really getting turned on by 
the thoughts being suggested to him.  "Cum!  Cum!  I want to watch you shoot 
your cum!  Do you have some milk for me?"  I asked him.

"Yes!  Yes -" replied Tommy urgently, "- I'm cumming now !!!"
His body went rigid, and I could feel his spunky cream throbbing through and 
ready to shoot.  The hot liquid gushed out and the boy sighed more and more, 
shooting all over the little satin shorts.  I leant over and rubbed the sticky 
shorts across the boy's face and chest.  Tommy thought it felt -More- 
wonderful.  He was aware that I, too, was ready.

"Jerk me, Tommy!"  I growled.  The teenager rubbed my huge weapon up and down 
through the sexy, transparent nylon as I moaned, "D'you know what I'm 
thinking?"

Tommy, utterly fascinated, simply said "No".

I continued, growing still more excited.  "I'm thinking about you, dressed in 
all your sexiest shorts and singlets... and maybe mine as well... with long 
white socks and boxing boots on.  I'm thinking about my cock sliding in and 
out of your tight boy-arse... you young tempter, you!  About my hands 
wandering all over your randy body, when you've got your best gear on... about 
your lips wrapped tight around my knob, licking it... sucking on it like a 
straw!  Jerk my cock through my shorts, Tommy!  Hold it tighter!  I'M GONNA 
SHOOT ALL OVER YOU!!"

Tommy couldn't believe how much he was enjoying all this sexual freedom.  
"Cover me!", he shouted.  "Shoot your cum onto me!"  I spread my firm legs 
wide and tensed every muscle, as the boy massaged me expertly through the 
flimsy material until my creamy spunk shot everywhere.  It covered my shorts, 
and spilled out all over Tommy's body.  The teenager couldn't take his eyes 
off my colossal orgasm and, when it finally subsided, he put his fingers into 
the liquid and tasted it.  It was delicious!  I sat up at last, and said to 
him, "Well, you certainly delivered the milk that time!"

We rested for a while before Tommy said "I'd better go now, or old Fred will 
be wondering where I've got to!  Can I call in and see you again some time, 
for some more fun?"  I could hardly believe my luck!

"Of course you can, Tommy - and try to bring some more kit with you next time. 
 We'll have much more fun that way."

"Sure", Tommy replied.  "I'll bring it all along, if that's what you want.  
It's really sexy - I'd just never realised it before!"

With that, the boy dressed in some of my clean, spare kit and left to go back 
to work, leaving me to ponder on what might follow, before resuming my day as 
best I could.

Young Tommy's pair of sexy, cum-covered running shorts were still warm as I 
picked them up and rubbed them against my crotch - just to remind myself of 
the great sex session we'd had together.
Already my prick was starting to stiffen once more, so I wrapped the sticky 
shorts around my erection and started to get myself ready for some hot solo 
action!  I held firmly onto my throbbing dong through the moist material, 
enjoying the sensation his shorts gave me.  As I heard Tommy's milk-cart 
disappearing into the distance, and holding the boy's cum-sticky shorts 
tightly around my stiff, still-throbbing erection, I wandered back across to 
the bed, squeezed myself into them (fate they were a bit tight for me!) and 
lay down once more, resting my head against the pillows and allowing my mind 
to wander.

A swelling began to push out from the boy's little shorts, and I began to play 
with my tits.  I could visualise the young teenager there with me again - this 
time dressed in his gym shorts!  I began to stroke the aching bulge - my 
throbbing weapon needed to be seen to again already!  I began to jerk myself 
gently through Tommy's sensual little shorts, forcing my foreskin up and down 
beneath the material to produce the ecstasy I still craved.  I closed my eyes 
- once again it was fantasy time.

And how I daydreamed!  I could see young Tommy standing before me quite 
clearly in the little satin shorts he'd been wearing - teasing me as he had 
done only a few moments before.  Then my thoughts began to wander.  I began to 
think about some of the boys I coached at school, and who seemed to turn me on 
so deliberately.

First there was Crispin, the 15-year-old who looked so mature.  A small boy of 
5'6" with an enormous prick: blond, tanned and so sexy in his flimsy running 
shorts!  Then came Robert, the tall basketball player who always wore his full 
kit at the Gym, and whose jock covered the largest cock I'd ever seen on a boy 
that age... And Michel, the French exchange student, whose tight continental 
shorts were enough to turn anyone on... Or Simon, the butch goalkeeper of our 
team, whom I had often noticed in the changing- rooms after a match -- it was 
a good job that boy wore a jock, or there could easily be an accident right 
there on the pitch!

I closed my eyes and imagined I was back in the changing-room.  Crispin came 
in, and began to massage himself through those sexy running shorts, the head 
of his young prick slipping slowly into view.  I imagined I was lying down on 
one of the exercise benches... Crispin came over as he was and offered 
himself... Robert, the basketball player, started to jerk himself through his 
silky shorts as he watched us... Michel, stark naked, felt my arse... Simon's 
nine inches of meat rigidly hard in his jock... all the boys playing their 
sex-games with me in the gym.  My greatest fantasy!

Then they all grabbed me at once... Crispin pushed his shorts against my mouth 
as Robert worked on my tits... Michel dropped down on the bench and started to 
jerk me off, as Simon stood there in that cum-stained jock of his, watching 
everything closely.  Each young athlete making me happy in his own special 
way.  Simon's huge cock came out from his jock.  He moved in behind Crispin, 
whose shorts were wet from my tongue... Robert's cock went up inside the back 
of Crispin's little shorts... and right on into the boy's arse!

I continued to lick and suck him at the front, and Crispin groaned with 
pleasure as Simon moved in - looking at my upturned arse and ready to teach me 
a new lesson!

All those lovely boys, I mused... delicious young teenage boys, all wearing 
their sexiest shorts and kit, and ready to give me pleasure.  My prick was 
throbbing and rigid, dripping with pre-cum juices, as I took the little shorts 
off one leg, leaving them on the other and wrapped tight around my crotch.  I 
closed my eyes, beginning to massage my throbbing dick in earnest through the 
flimsy material.  I could still imagine Crispin in front of me, shooting all 
over his own shorts and my mouth whilst Robert's cock pounded in and out of 
his tight, youthful arsehole.

And then I envisaged Simon's prick penetrating my own arse, screwing his Coach 
whilst watching the other boys indulging their various pleasures together.  
All those lovely boys in their kit, just to satisfy me - what a fabulous 
thought.  But then I remembered young Tommy.  "God!", I thought to myself.  
"If that boy turns up in his gym shorts like he promised, he's going to get 
screwed!"  I could hardly wait to shove my weapon inside the schoolboy, and 
screw him rigid.  By now I was jerking so much with my thoughts that suddenly 
it was too much.  My weapon shook violently as I used Tommy's shorts to work 
my foreskin back and forth once more, bringing myself closer and closer to the 
inevitable.

My creamy spunk rushed up through the shaft and I shot and shot - spunk, spunk 
and more spunk - until Tommy's satin shorts were dripping from yet another hot 
load, and I felt drained at last.  I closed my eyes, smiling, and drifted off 
to sleep, waking some hours later as the late afternoon sunshine poured in 
through the window.  In the distance, I could hear a bell ringing.  Opening my 
eyes, I realised it was the doorbell.  Who could it be?  I wasn't expecting 
anyone.  Wearily, I threw on a bathrobe, went to the door and opened it, to 
find young Tommy standing there, wearing the sexiest pair of gym shorts I'd 
ever seen, with a tight singlet tucked into the top of them, and tube socks 
and trainers completing the ensemble.

"Hi again!"  said the youth, a sports bag in his hand.  "I thought I'd just 
nip back to show you the rest of my kit!"

I smiled in anticipation.  "I didn't realise you'd be back so soon," I said to 
him.

"Well, I had such a good time this morning that I couldn't wait - I hope you 
don't mind?"

"Not at all, Tommy - come on in," I responded eagerly.  Tommy entered the 
hallway and I closed the door firmly behind him.  "Listen - why don't you go 
on through to the front room and have a Coke?  I just want to grab a shower, 
and then maybe I'll change into something a bit more interesting!"

Tommy went in and sat down, as I brought him a drink and kissed him full on 
the lips.  "Thanks for coming back."  Tommy smiled as I disappeared into the 
bathroom, leaving him to glance through the papers.  I must have taken the 
fastest shower in history, and within a couple of minutes I was back in my 
bedroom, standing naked in front of the full-length mirror and admiring my own 
body.  Already my cock was becoming more urgent, as I contemplated the orgy of 
pleasure that now presented itself.

I suddenly realised that there in the next room was the dishiest boy I'd seen 
for ages - not only turned on by shorts as I was, but mine for the taking!  I 
went over to the chest of drawers, and inside amongst my huge collection of 
sports gear I found a pair of shorts that I'd bought in one of the gay stores. 
 They were Ripstop nylon, high cut with deep side vents to allow for more 
thigh to be revealed.  But they were also very different, for running down 
each side was a zip, disguised within a contrasting band, to allow for quick 
action!

I slipped them on.  My weapon showed clearly through.  I then found a singlet 
which I put on to go with them.  Looking in the mirror again, I was well 
satisfied with what I had selected.  I was sure that Tommy would appreciate 
this gear.

Back in the front room, Tommy got up and looked at me.  "Gee, that's pretty 
cool", he said.  "Really amazing!"

I nodded as I put my arms around the boy.  "You're quite right about that gym 
kit of yours!  Do all your friends wear the same kind of stuff?"

"Oh yeah!"  said Tommy.  "Some of the guys look a lot sexier than me, though."

I looked at the young Milk Boy and asked, "Ready for a second delivery?  Let's 
go through to the bedroom and have some fun."  He nodded, picked up his sports 
bag and followed me at once.  No sooner than I'd closed the door behind us, I 
ordered "Lie down."

Tommy did as he was told, and I joined him.  Very soon my hands were wandering 
all over those sexy juvenile legs once more.  Gradually, I let my Coach's 
hands move up to his little shorts, to feel his fast-rising cock.  "I think 
that needs sucking."
Up through the leg of the flimsy garment, and I took hold of the young boy's 
lovely weapon, pulling it downwards until it just peeped out.  Meanwhile, 
Tommy had his hands up and under my singlet, and was gently massaging my erect 
tits.  I groaned in ecstasy.  But the chief object of my desire was there for 
me to wrap my mouth around.  Slowly I edged up to Tommy's throbbing weapon and 
began to lick the head.  Pushing up his shorts a little more, I was able to 
take the full length into my mouth.  I began to make screwing movements with 
my lips, and the boy began to moan in excitement.

My cock was still inside my own shorts... but not for long!  Tommy began to 
massage my prick as slowly and deliberately as he could through the material, 
and I was soon aching for its release.  Sensing this, the boy grabbed one of 
the zippers, and in a flash my cock was out through the vent and in the open. 
 It was so rigid!  My balls hung low out of the opening too, and Tommy got to 
work at once by tickling and fondling them.  Then he went down on my cock to 
pleasure me.

We were both working each other up now.  For a young schoolboy, Tommy was very 
expert!  His sensitive lips moved up and down, and soon I was begging him to 
stop.  We wrestled on the bed, and with all the action our kit was becoming 
soiled.  I lay back on the bed, my cock standing rigid in the air, and looked 
up at Tommy.  "Do you know what KY is?"  The boy shook his head.  "There's a 
tube in the bedside cabinet."

The boy opened the drawer and took out the tube, giving it to me.  I took hold 
of Tommy's hand and squeezed some onto his fingers.  "What do I do with this?" 
 he asked.

"I want you to spread it all over my cock, Tommy," I told him.  "Take your 
time, and use as much as you like!"  Tommy did as he was told with the KY, 
spreading it liberally over my prick and balls with both hands.

"Now what should I do?  Do you want me to lick it all off?"

I smiled at him.  "Oh, no.  I want you to relax, Tommy, because now I'm going 
to screw you!"

The boy looked worried.  "I'm still not sure whether I want that," he said.

"Don't worry, Tommy.  You'll love it!"

I eased my glistening weapon towards the boy's tight little arse, which was 
still covered by his gym shorts.  I pulled them down at the back, so that they 
still covered his cock and balls in the front.  I gradually found the virgin 
entrance, and the boy suddenly felt something wonderful sliding into him.  I 
began to edge myself slowly inwards.

"It hurts," moaned Tommy.  "Please be gentle."

I promised I would, and told him try and relax, as I moved my prick slowly 
further inwards.  Finally, I was in up to the hilt.  Tommy could feel my 
throbbing weapon right up inside him, but I didn't start screwing him right 
away.  I wanted the boy to get used to the feel of it first.  "Does it hurt 
now?"  I asked him.

"No - it's a weird sensation," said Tommy.

As we lay side by side, I moved my hands around to the front and felt the 
boy's raging hard-on through those gym shorts of his, and started to jerk him 
through them, slowly at first, then getting gradually faster.  Then I began to 
slide my slippery cock up and down inside that tight little arse in time with 
my jerking, and the schoolboy began to moan.  Tommy could feel himself taking 
it all with a sudden excitement, and I was really enjoying jerking the boy.

I held his foreskin through the material of his shorts, and pulled it back and 
forth deliberately.  I knew that before long Tommy would be ready to shoot his 
load right into those shorts!  We were both revelling in the pleasure of it 
all.  Soon Tommy was thrilling to my penetrating movements, and he began to 
tell me that each thrust was "Something else!"

I seemed to him like a stallion riding him, and he started to get more and 
more excited.  I was screwing the boy and jerking him at the same time.  Tommy 
was covered in sweat, his gym kit clinging to every line of his body, and I 
found myself saying things to him in the heat of the moment, as I got closer 
and close to a climax, and yet tried to postpone it.

"Oh, Tommy... your tight little arse... your sexy shorts... oh, and those 
lovely legs of yours!  Next time I'll throw them in the air, and take you from 
the front!  Come on, little Milk Boy, I want some cream... have you got some 
for me?"

"Yes... yes!"  Tommy cried out.

"Come on," I growled at him.  "Give me some of that lovely tasty cum of yours. 
 Shoot... shoot it right there in your shorts!  Cover them, Tommy... I want to 
lick them clean afterwards!"

And then, after three more mighty thrusts deep into Tommy's arse, the boy 
yelled "I'm cumming... I'm cumming... HERE IT IS!!"  I looked down, and 
suddenly a torrent of milky, youthful cum shot through the little shorts, 
covering them.  It was endless, that tasty spunk shooting through.  It was too 
much to withstand, and at the same moment my slippery prick gave a final 
almighty thrust, and then I spunked the boy well and truly.  I stayed locked 
inside him for four or five minutes gyrating gently as we recovered from out 
joint efforts.

Slowly I withdrew, and said "Tommy, that was really great.  I hope you enjoyed 
it too."

Tommy just lay there, his hands behind his head, and replied "Yeah - it was 
just too much!  It hurt a bit at first, but then I started to feel a great 
thrill inside.  The only thing is - my shorts are soaked... I came so much!"

"Never mind," I retorted.  I was feeling really good, and ready for some more 
fun!  "Slip them off, and I'll find you something clean to wear."

By this time, Tommy seemed game for absolutely anything.  He quickly slipped 
off his shorts and singlet, and was left just wearing his socks and trainers. 
 What a delicious sight he made!  I picked up his little shorts and studied 
them.  Huge patches of creamy cum were clearly visible.  Nice I thought, as I 
put them on one side for later.  Then I looked down at the lovely shape of 
Tommy's cock, moving down to kiss it tenderly.  Then I got up off the bed and 
went to the chest of drawers once more.  As I began to look through my gear 
for something suitable, Tommy interrupted me.  "Want to have a look through my 
bag?"  he asked.  "You might find something you like in there."

I didn't need to be asked twice!  I moved quickly across the room and unzipped 
Tommy's sports bag, wondering which items I might be allowed to keep for 
myself later on.  Then I found just what I was hoping to find: a full set of 
soccer kit.  Satin shorts with a contrasting stripe down the sides, and a 
matching strip.  Then, right at the bottom of the bag, I found Tommy's soccer 
boots and socks.

"Here, why not put this set on," I suggested.

Tommy stood before me and slipped into the sexy soccer gear.  I watched his 
every movement.  Shorts and strip in place, the boy removed his trainers and 
socks, slipped on the soccer socks and boots, and bent over to tie the laces. 
 His arse looked tasty enough to eat through those shorts, I thought to 
myself, even though they were perhaps a little on the loose side for his own 
taste.  At the same time I was changing my own kit, opting this time for a 
pair of really loose-fitting and transparent track shorts.

Having changed, though, we both decided we felt a little tired, and so lay 
back on top of the bedclothes, still in all our kit, to rest for a while in 
one another's arms.  Half an hour must have gone by before I realised I'd 
dozed off for a while.  I opened my eyes to find Tommy's hand inside the back 
of my shorts.  The boy was feeling the ridge of my arse!

"What are you doing?"  I whispered.

"Just having a bit of fun!"  replied the boy.  Tommy had let his finger 
penetrate me, and was getting excited.

I glanced down and saw that, sticking out of those satin soccer shorts, was 
Tommy's throbbing erection.  "God - you're hard again!"  I said with glee, as 
I stroked his inviting weapon.

"You're the one who's going to be screwed this time", whispered Tommy.  "How 
d'you like that idea?"

I looked at him at length, before saying "Sounds great to me!"

Tommy smiled cheekily.  "Okay - up with those legs!"  he murmured, and all at 
once my ankles were about his neck.

Tommy soon found the KY tube once more and, squeezing some onto his hand, he 
covered his prick with the lubricant.  There was no need for him to take off 
his soccer shorts - his weapon had pushed its way out, and was ready for 
action.  My own cock was swelling again, too, inside my loose-fitting shorts. 
 Tommy got himself into position, and before long his young cock was edging 
its way towards my inviting arse.

He slid it inside the leg of my shorts and home, and very quickly began to 
screw his Coach... in and out, in and out.  This was another new experience 
for Tommy, and he was obviously enjoying it!  The feeling I was experiencing 
was a mixture of pleasure and frustration.  I loved the idea of my butch arse 
being screwed by this schoolboy in all his soccer gear - but needed some 
attention paying to my own weapon, too.

"Work me over through my gear at the same time, Tommy - the material of these 
shorts is really fantastic, if you use it like a foreskin!"

Without another word, Tommy's hands were all over my shorts, massaging my 
prick and balls through the flimsy, sensuous material as it flapped against my 
flesh.  Gradually his rhythm increased... that young boy's cock slipping in 
and out of me... and that pulsating teenage weapon screwing and screwing!  
Tommy's gentle fingers working their magic at the same time!  I closed my 
eyes, determined to enjoy all this to the full, and very soon my prick was 
wanting to burst, as Tommy continued to jerk and stroke me through my shorts.

Suddenly, I was in my own private fantasy-land once again.  I could see myself 
back in the gym, with six of the boys I most fancied lined up before me in 
their scantiest kit...

They were all standing near that gym horse - the one that had seen so much 
action already!  I could imagine myself being grabbed by the boys, ordered to 
change into the shorts I was wearing for Tommy right now, and forced to lay 
face-down across the Horse.  And then each boy in turn mounted me and the 
equipment, pulling back the legs of my shorts and taking it in turns to screw 
their Coach!  Maybe that was secretly what I'd always wanted?

But it was rapidly back to reality, as young Tommy increased his penetration 
and was ready to shoot, the front of his shorts brushing against my arse with 
every inward thrust...  In a few seconds - Tommy moved quicker, moaning 
quietly - he spunked me, the hot and juicy load going deep into my arse.  At 
the same time, I was being expertly massaged through my own flimsy shorts by 
my young Milk Boy.  At the last possible moment, Tommy pulled my cockhead out 
into the open and dived onto it with his mouth - and we CAME!!!

Tommy's mouth and throat were filled with my hot love-juices, as his own 
spunky cream pounded into me again and again.  Sunday afternoons would somehow 
never be the same again!  When it finally came to the time for Tommy to leave 
and go home, I found a cute little pair of red shorts for him to wear.  They 
were several sizes too small, but somehow the boy managed to squeeze himself 
sexily into them.  The sight of his arse, no longer so virginal, was still a 
delicious one to behold - I could never get enough of it!  Tommy would be back 
for more and more: of that I was certain...