Date: Wed, 12 Sep 2012 23:54:15 +0200
From: MICHAEL SOROS <bursa1994@gmx.com>
Subject: My Problem Part 5

Disclaimer: This is a work of complete fiction with no basis in
reality. None of these characters existed and the town will be found on no
map. It is entirely the fruit of my imagination.

Apart from looking a bit redder in the face than normal and breathing
rather deeply the boy didn't seem all that distressed having just had an
orgasm that produced about half a mugful of thick white boy cream. It was
in a little pool on the floor joined to his cock by a thread of white spunk
which was obviously still slowly pouring out. To the expert eye, and Mike
was the town expert, it looked like the kid didn't shoot wildly when he had
an orgasm. He just sort of 'cock sneezed' and it poured out the slit like
someone pulling a pint. The abnormally large cock was slowly going down and
Mike guessed it would be half way down the boy's thigh before it
stopped. While he was admiring such a fantastic sight he looked down at the
youngster's feet. His toes had taken the brunt of the orgasm and had turned
inwards. They were slowly relaxing now. That's where Mike would look in
future to gauge how far on the boy was in the orgasm cycle.
	But what a waste of tasty boy cream. In fact he hadn't even got a
chance to taste the stuff and he didn't want to degrade himself in front of
a relative stranger by getting on his knees and slurping up the cum off the
floor and then taking that enormous boy cock in his mouth and cleaning it
all up so it wouldn't stain the boy's little white undies.  "Sorry about
that Mr Durkan" said the boy in a low voice keeping his eyes on the spunk
on the floor.  "I wanked before I came here because I always do before a
match. I just got a little bit too excited looking at all the ....[he was
going to say 'tiny little briefs and shorts' but thought the better of it]
...  actually I don't know why I came again so quickly. I can do it at home
every hour at the weekends but it just sort of decided to come out itself
this morning. Will I wipe it up?"

"Yes" said Mike reluctantly. "Might be a bit difficult trying to explain
the stain on Monday don't you think?"
       The boy just nodded. He found the old pair of underpants by the
counter and got down on his knees to start wiping up the cum. He faced away
from Mr Durkan while doing so. Not from shame but he thought he could see
the outline of a thickish cock hanging down the man's right leg and felt he
might be on to something and this might be his opportunity to finally get
felt up by a man. This was as near as he'd ever got anyway and for the
first time in a long while he felt excited.  While down on the ground he
made sure Mr Durkan got a good view of his ass swaying from side to
side. He opened his smooth legs as wide as he could so his balls hung down
and could be clearly seen. Just below his big pouchy ball sack the latter
half of his long thick cock could be seen moving from side to side in time
to the lad's cum mopping. The big pink head had retreated inside the skin
but could still be clearly made out. He noticed Mr Durkan hadn't gone
anywhere and hadn't said anything but he could hear him breathing in the
stillness of the empty shop. It was a nicer breathing than that of his
granny and aunt which was never far from a serious smoker's cough. There
was only so long he could try to keep mopping up the cum no matter how
slowly he went.

       Finally, he attempted to stand up and felt two strong hands under
his armpits helping him up and pulling him in close. He could definitely
feel something hard pressed against bum and he hoped it wasn't a wallet! A
hand came up to his chest and slowly moved across his nipple - just like
the doctor had done. That connection between nipple and boy cock was still
there because he felt a movement down there again, and so soon. He could
feel the man looking over his shoulder and down at his cock and ball
sack. Was he admiring it or looking at how freakish it was? The boy
couldn't say. He didn't care either. He had just emptied his big oversized
balls for the second time in two hours and what little capacity he had for
thought was totally on hold. He just wanted to feel now. The man then bent
over his shoulders and with both his hands brought them down between his
legs and cupped his balls. Slowly with both his big footballers hands he
started feeling them gently and running his fingers over them. After a
minute or two he would run his fingers between the boy's big hanging balls
and the space where they joined his pelvis. That was another electric
button just like the nipple and the young teenager's long cock, which had
never gone fully down at all started to twitch and fill up again. Mike
pressed his groin against those two plump cheeks.
       "Beautiful" he whispered, either to himself or the boy he wasn't
sure. What a sight for a Sunday morning! He had to keep the boy in the shop
for as long as he could and then realised that he hadn't even started
trying on the underwear yet so there were hours to go yet. God this was
going to be some morning adventure. How often could this kid empty? Could
he pour out that much sweet boy juice every time? What was he prepared to
do - how far would he go? Did he even know himself? He wondered how much
sexual experience the kid had.
        At 14 he'd been sucking cocks for 2 years in the clubhouse Sunday
mornings and training evenings. He refused no one once he got the taste for
it. Most of them were his mates on the teams and a few of their
brothers. When word got out after a year he took on the coach which made
life a lot easier as he didn't have to kneel down on the cement floor so
much as the coach gave him a cushion- the saint! Coach was a challenge for
a 12 year old mouth but he wasn't a coach for nothing and he had mastered
it in a few months. This boy pressing against his groin, with the
extraordinary sexual organs of a porn star twice his age and size didn't
come across as having any sexual experience at all but maybe just had an
instinctive way of exciting other men. Little Paddy Reilly was a bit too
sophisticated about sex, but he'd been a busy boy for years and had the
rugby coach's experience to fall back on. Mike was often amazed that a 14
year old boy like Paddy could already be getting bored with it!
	While the boy was pressing his bum back against Mike's enlarging
cock he suddenly had a flashback to his own early football days. It must
have been the thought of Paddy Reilly that started it. Mike and Big Paddy
Reilly had been on the same junior football team more than 30 years
ago. Big Paddy, who was 11 years old at the time was one of Mike's regular
clients after a match when what little testosterone they had pumping
through their bloodstream after a match had started their horniness and
they would have let anyone suck their little cocks. In the changing room
the boys had to hang their clothes up on pegs in the wall over their bench
place. There were no such things as lockers then. They had been instructed
by their coach, under pain of sitting on the subs bench, that they had to
bring a spare pair of underpants with them to matches and training. They
liked their coach. He was a bit old - someone said he was nearly 30 or
something like that - always wore shorts and took his job seriously. Any
adult interest was in short supply in that football club.
       Some of the boys were less then particular and didn't care how
sweaty or muddy they got on the pitch. So if you were to walk into the
dressing room during any given match you would see 20 or so sets of jeans
and tops hanging from pegs in the wall. You would also see 20 or so pairs
of little undies smaller than a man's hand hanging there too - which was
the coach's plan. During the match he always had to run back to the
dressing room for something in the second half while the match was still
on. There was no reason. He just wanted to enjoy the sight. He sat at the
end of the room and went from briefs to briefs connecting them to their
owners. Some he passed over rather quickly - any of the ugly kids or the
obnoxious ones. He would linger over the little cute ones - the blondy
haired ones he suspected of being able to spunk. Mike was one of them. He
not only lingered over the little undies but got instantly hard just
looking at them on the peg. They didn't stay on the peg too long.  The
coach found that as the season progressed he wasn't looking at the other
boys' underpants now but just went straight for young Mike's and had a good
feel of them. He'd put his big footballer's hand in them and pull them up
tight wriggling his thumb in the crotch area to see what the lad's cock
would look like. He'd seen it. It was going to be big when he entered
puberty fully and his balls dropped. He could tell that. He knew Mike was
sucking his mates off - that was an open secret. No boy could spend that
long in a cubicle coming out with two red knees while 6 or 7 of his team
mates visited the toilets and came bouncing out after a few minutes. He had
no idea who was spunking in his mouth and who wasn't. All coach knew was
that it wasn't him - something he hoped to rectify in his own good time.

	He was overcome with horniness one Saturday afternoon during a
match that he took out his big handful of a cock and started jerking
off. He had only just started when he felt his bum hole begin to contract
and he knew he was going to squirt so he grabbed the first thing to hand -
a pair of little Mikey's briefs he had been fondling only moments
before. That must have started the orgasm because his mind went blank; he
put the little white briefs over his cockhead and aimed the slit at the top
of his fleshy pink head at the clean crotch of the boy's undies. When he
came back to himself a minute or so afterwards he looked down at the undies
in his hand and all the sloppy ball cream soaking into the front of the
material. His cock jerked a little just watching that but he quickly
realised he was in a bit of a predicament. The boys would be back off the
pitch in less than 10 minutes and his little bit of eye candy, who was
positioned right opposite coach's office, would be showering, sucking and
putting on a saturated pair of cum drenched underpants. How could he
explain that? There were no spare pairs around because he always brought
any undies he found in the dressing room home to keep as wank hankies,
getting his cock hard and walking about the house with them hanging from
his dick. He rubbed the cream into the briefs, front and back down where
Mikey's little pink bum would be [another spasm on his cock looking at
that!] and hung them back up on the peg. He hoped the boy would have a busy
time in the cubicle this afternoon, maybe some lads coming over from the
rugby club across the yard, and that the briefs would have dried by then
and he could put it down to boyish pranks. As luck would have it everyone
was in a rush out after the match because there was a birthday party on in
the rugby hut so they wanted to get showered and out as quickly as
possible. Dam!

	Mike wasn't too happy about it either. No sucking! No cream from
the few creamers on the team. He'd been promised a visit from two of his
team members' brothers'. Drat and double drat!  After a quick shower under
the cold water Mike was last to get changed - he was hanging back in
hope. No such luck. He knew there was something wrong the minute he grabbed
his underwear. His pants were squishy! He looked into the front of them,
put them to his nose even and then ran his little finger through the
crotch. He knew exactly what it was. But who could shoot this much sloppy
cream on the team. No one. He'd had them all. The rugby match had just
ended so it wasn't one of them either. The coach's door was open wide and
he could see the back of this well-built man fiddling about with equipment
in the room - moving it from shelf to shelf sheepishly. Mike was a sharp
cookie - unlike the boy he was pressing against now. He remembered as clear
as if it were yesterday the minute he pulled up his tight little white
undies saturated with another's spunk! What a revelation! It felt great -
cold but mega horny. He boned up immediately. The others were too busy
filling sports bags and racing to the rugby hut to even notice Mikey
pulling up his tight little briefs as much as they would go. In front, he
was running his hand up and down his hardening boy whistle and squeezing
the creamy liquid out of the material. He was mesmerised by it. Some of it
was still white - little goblets of white cream on the front where his
little cock would come out when he was having a pee. He looked up suddenly
and just caught coach looking directly at him before bending down and
putting more equipment in a bag. Coach never did that before. Two and two
added together in Mike's brain and made bingo! He didn't want to linger too
long either as he'd miss the food at the party. There were also some nice
boys over there too and he had planned to visit their changing rooms to see
if he could steal any articles of clothing to play with at home. He put on
his trousers quickly and went to the coach's door, looked at his bum - he
had his back to Mikey - and normally and cheerfully said "See you on
Tuesday evening coach for training. Party now! Great isn't it?"
       He waved and ran out the door feeling the cool breeze pass through
the front of the cum drenched undies under his trousers. That was a feeling
he never forgot and had every intention of repeating. And he did. Twice a
week for the next year. Every Saturday and Tuesday evenings coach filled
Mikey's briefs with a full load of thick white spunk saved up from the last
few days. On some occasions he couldn't make it into the dressing room to
drop a load for the boy so he used to put a pair of little white briefs he
had bought in the local sports shop into the lad's sports bag. He would
have wanked off in his room so when Mikey put them on, the spunk was still
fresh and warm. Mike would run his cock around in the hot goo coating it
completely, then straight into his cubicle at the end of the toilets to
help out his friends. Once he could feel the cream in his undies no cock
was too much trouble. No load to big. Coach kept his distance from the
toilets and kept any adults out of there too. They never mentioned what
they were doing to one another over that time.
       However all good things must come to an end and young Mike felt he
needed a bit more now than the feeling of cum saturated little briefs and a
line of boys to suck off. He wasn't getting much from this lot except two
sore knees and a few dribbles of cum if he was lucky. He made up his mind
to dump these horny lads who were getting interested in the girl's tennis
club across the pitch anyway. He was losing customers to girls! The
shame. This cum in the crotch of his undies, although a real turn on for
the boy, should come directly from the coach and he was determined to take
it. He was tired waiting on him to make a move so he made his plan.
       After training one Tuesday evening Mike made sure that the crowd
were sucked off rather hastily and he pottered about the clubhouse
pretending to do this that and the other but really waiting for his team
mates to go. When the last one eventually left he closed the door and
locked it from inside. Coach heard the door close and lock too from inside
his room. He assumed the boys had locked it from outside just to annoy
him. He stood up and walked to the door of the office prepared for the
worse when he stopped and stared at the amazing sight in front of him! He
couldn't move.  There stood Mikey in a pair of football boots, white socks
and a tiny pair of red underpants which were stretched across his crotch
just below his hips. The outline of his teenage cock was very visible.  The
boy walked towards the man standing in the doorway, stood in front of him
and looked him directly in the eye. He then put his thumbs in the waistband
of his tight red briefs and pulled, opening them out in front like he was
holding open a bag for coach to look in. To the well-built horny as hell
footballer the sight was overwhelming. His year of lusting and wanking in
the boys briefs now overwhelmed him and whatever voice of reason he had was
pushed down the stairs of his conscience and locked down there. He was
going to have a good time now regardless. The boy looked like Oliver Twist
in front of him with his bowl out looking for more food from Mr Bumble. But
there would be no refusal tonight.
       "I think you'd like some more wouldn't you Mike?"  asked coach
softly.
       "I think so coach. I'm tired of the boys' cocks now. Nothing happens
much and it's over so quickly. Any ideas?"
       There were lots of them! Few repeatable in decent company. Coach put
his big hard hand out and put it behind the head of the boy, pulling him
closer to him. When he could feel the heat from his chest, with his other
hand he opened the front of his tight white football shorts and released
his own length of man meat - all 7 thick inches of it, and all for the boy
tonight. There was no backing away by Mikey. He'd been waiting for this for
a year. He was a little surprised at how big it was at first and liked
seeing it get hard so quickly but he wasn't backing away.
       "Hold the front of those lovely little undies open for me kid - as
wide as you can stretch them. Here's your first evening's load. Enjoy it!"
       The words were barely out of his mouth when his orgasm took
control. There was no warning. He felt the base of his cock pull in, the
balls get sucked into this body and immediately everything went quiet while
his cock did what it did best - squirt out a lot of thick white cream from
the two big balls below him. 6 very quick, powerful jets of it. He didn't
see where it went - but Mikey did. He felt it too. The thick liquid hit his
belly button at a tremendous speed and slowly began to slip down his smooth
clear skin and onto the base of his teenage cock. The thick stuff at the
top forced the first jets of cum down into his undies and around his balls
which weren't very big anyway.  All the cream slipped off his ball sack and
into the cotton material under his bum. There was too much for those tiny
underpants to absorb and a lot of it went through them and started to drip
onto the floor. Mikey closed the front of his pants quickly to stop that
happening and started to rub it all into the material in front of his
little cock. His hand was dripping with it now too but not to worry.  The
reason Mikey had taken the little red briefs from his father's shop tonight
was because he wanted to see the colour change from red to damp dark red
with the coach's sperm in them.  He thought the sight was fantastic and
some of it was coming out the front of this pants like .... Like what? To
him it looked like custard. White custard or cornflour. He always felt a
little guilty eating cornflour which was a white gooey paste his aunt made
for dessert because it cost very little. He had rubbed some of that in his
pants before but it didn't look half as good as it did seeping through
these little red undies. All the front and half way up his bum was
saturated with it. He knew he was wasting his time with the team!
       Suddenly he felt himself being pulled slowly forward and out of his
daydreaming. He was being pulled into the coach's office. He didn't
resist. Coach pulled him very close towards him, closed the door, locked it
and pushed Mikey gently against it. He stood back and looked at his 14 year
old star player standing there in his boots, socks and sexy red
undies. Very erotic. Anyone could tell that from the rock hard pole that
was standing out from the front of his shorts. It had never gone down he
was so horny tonight. The undies were now dark red, stained with the man's
3 days of thick white sperm. The boy was rubbing the front of them round
and round with his hands spreading the soft warm goo into his own little
boy cock and jerking himself off at the same time through the spermy
underpants. From the look on his face he was having the time of his life
and near his own orgasm.  Coach didn't want that yet and had plans for
later. Spunky undies would have to wait.
       "Plenty more where that came from son. Lots more.  I heard you were
an excellent cocksucker Mikey. Heard it from some of the rugby lads. They
had no complaints at all. No stopping you I believe. But they are only
inexperienced boys. Silly fools. I can help you learn so much more
boy. There is so much fun you can have with this" he said grabbing his cock
with both hands. "I'm a very good coach. Just go down on your knees and
we'll begin shall we?"
       And he did.

	Mike suddenly recovered from that flashback to his little
footballer days and decided he would have to sort out this fella in front
of him. He was reaching out for the briefs on the counter and arching his
back at the same time pushing back against him. Instinct he supposed. He
couldn't complain! He pushed him towards the counter quite sharply. He'd
had horny lads like this before and he realised this one was peaking too
early. He wanted to enjoy the show but he needed to direct the lad in a way
that would benefit both of them. He stood behind him and pushed him into
the counter, rubbing his crotch into the two lovely plump ass cheeks the
boy had. At the same time he picked up a pair of the first underpants that
came to hand and rubbed them in the face of the boy nice and slowly. He
found the lad's mouth easily as it was open and he put the thin little
undies inside a little. He bent over and whispered into his ear: " You try
on any of these little pants that takes your fancy ok sweetheart? I think
we're on the same wavelength here. Enjoy yourself. See which colour suits
you. What type is able to keep that monster cock of yours contained. I
don't think we have anything for those fantastic balls of yours but you're
welcome to try. I have to go upstairs to get something ready. Take your
time. We have all afternoon if that's ok with you son?"
	The teenager mumbled something which sounded like a yes but it was
that glorious bubble butt being pushed into Mike's crotch that gave the
definite answer. Mike stood up quickly and squeezed one of those roundy
handfuls and gave it a little slap before dropping the briefs he was
holding in the boy's mouth. He turned and went towards the stairs leading
to his office and store room upstairs. When he was half way up the stairs
he turned back to see what the boy was doing now. Was he standing in the
shop shivering and embarrassed? Not in the least. He was trying his best to
get into a much too small pair of yellow undies. They came only half way up
his smooth thighs and he had to abandon them. He just tossed them aside and
grabbed another pair. Mike left him to it. He'd catch the rest of the show
later.  For now Mike wanted to prepare the stock room for his little
sponsorship winner - well for his arse, cock and balls anyway. He checked
the mattress on the floor had a clean sheet on it. Fine. His props were put
out on the floor so that they were easily accessible and he wouldn't have
to leave the boy to get them.
       He went into his office near the stairs and took his camera and two
rolls of film out of a drawer. This was party time. He doubted the boy had
much in the way of photos. Mike knew the family and could guess that they
weren't going to waste money on photos of him - so Mike would!  He was
quite a good photographer and had picked up many tricks and tips over the
years. The developing was easily done. Big Paddy Reilly owned a camera shop
in the neighbouring town and had a side-line in developing 16 and 8 mm
reels of film for a selected clientele in the surrounding areas. Harmless
stuff most of it. Three in a bed with the man next door, some swingers
having parties. None of it in the least bit interested him. The women were
shapeless and the men as ugly as sin. Mike's photos however he developed
free of charge on the condition he kept a copy of the set.  They had been
friends for ever so there was no problem with that arrangement. Most of
these photos had appeared in magazines abroad but Mike didn't know
that. Again they were harmless - boys in their underwear, tight shorts,
scouts uniforms with erections clearly visible etc. Seemed to be quite a
market for them. He was also the rugby team's official photographer
surprisingly enough.  Most of the little darlings were gracing the pages of
magazines the length and width of Europe unknown to themselves!
       Mike made a lot of noise on his way down the stairs so as not to
make the boy uncomfortable and frighten him even though he was 14. When he
got to the bottom of the stairs he had the most beautiful sight he had seen
in a long time. The teen was bent over the bargain bucket which was a cage
full of odds and ends at bargain prices. All Mike could see were those two
beautiful round bum cheeks sticking out with the boy's beautiful pink bum
smiling out at him. The kid had his legs wide open and the huge ball sack
was hanging there just waiting to be grabbed. As big as it was he could
still see the boy's cock hanging below that too. It had started to leak
again. Just below the boy's rosy cheeks he could make out a pair of small
thin undies which the lad couldn't pull up any further and just left
there. What Mike didn't know was that the boy had deliberately set up this
scene so that his best features would be on show when his sponsor appeared
and judging by the silence he had judged correctly. Play time! Mike raced
over, stood beside the boy, put one hand on his back and with the other
spanked each cheek 3 times quickly before the boy could pull away.
       "Well aren't you the slut!" he smiled down at the teen.
       "You have no idea" came the reply.......

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