Date: Sun, 07 Oct 2012 19:03:15 +0200
From: MICHAEL SOROS <bursa1994@gmx.com>
Subject: My Problem Part 7

Although desperate to suck such a huge cock on such a thin frame, Mike had
decided to play the hero and give all the pleasure to the boy pampering to
his every sexual need. He would have time enough to have his fun and his
fill. He continued to slowly milk the lad's doughy cock. The man's hand was
more used to gripping small 4 inch slender boy cocks than a monster like
this. It didn't appear to be getting any harder. Most of his former cum
suppliers used get as hard as nails very rapidly and Mike kept them like
that for an hour or so, edging them towards orgasm very slowly depending on
how much free time he had. Now, he wanted to fill the pouch of this
jockstrap just to see how long he could keep the cream fresh. This was
quite an expensive piece of material! As he moved along the lad's long soft
cock he found he was pulling the material up over his swollen balls.  They
weren't falling out of the pouch but he couldn't go too fast or furious or
they would just flop out. The material was rubbing over the smooth soft
hairless skin and in a strange way adding to the boy's sexual
stimulation. Mike could hear the low breathing of the young teenager as he
started to enter that zone where the day to day world was slowly
disappearing and he started to enter a state of sexual bliss. He was also
starting to wriggle somewhat. His head was going down towards the freshly
washed cotton sheet covering the mattress and his bottom was pressing up
into the air like a see-saw. He liked where this was going.
       Mike's right hand was attracted to those two golden globes like a
magnet. It was very difficult for him to stop feeling that beautiful young
ass but he knew he had to move things on. His new assistant would get
plenty of attention when he started work as the new stockroom boy. It
flashed into his mind's eye of what that would entail. He'd get him to wear
any undies he liked from the storeroom and get him to squeeze into a nice
pair of shorts, tee-shirt, white socks and trainers.  'In store
advertising' he'd call it. The boy was hardly going to object and Mike knew
he would definitely attract more customers with this little ass wandering
about the shop, filling up shelves and helping some of the sports managers
in the towns around choose which kit to buy for their teams. If you get the
coach or manager's eye then you could sell quite a lot of stock and Mike
knew the faces of the regulars in his shop - men both young and older who
spent a lot more time lingering over the stock than was completely
necessary. It was encouraged of course and Derek, his former assistant and
full time member of staff had the gift of separating men from their money
although he had little idea what was actually going on when he wasn't in
the shop. He could hazard a good guess though judging by the state of the
changing rooms. Derek had always been freely available even when he was in
his early teens. He was a great shooter and never said no but he preferred
to suck rather than be sucked which was a problem - a problem for Mike,
never a problem for other team members or god knows how many men were
'shopping' during the day. Mike did encourage him to model the sports gear
and kept samples of everything on offer to avoid soiling the new stock.

	"Enjoying yourself lad?" whispered Mike into the boy's ear. He
never missed a stroke while speaking to the boy and merely readjusted his
large footballer's hand to get more comfortable. It was saturated with that
clear glue like liquid he should really be tasting now. It was dribbling
into the material and was now dribbling out of the pouch because there was
too much of it. This was really getting Mike highly eroticised and his own
fairly substantial piece of nature's engineering between his legs was as
hard as a rock and causing him no little discomfort. He wanted just to
release it and let it loose but both hands were otherwise occupied and he
felt if he just left it trapped in his tight jeans he would at least be
able to control himself more and concentrate on the boy in front of him.
He didn't want him to cum just yet as he had a few things in store for him
so he used his well- practiced method of slowing the young footballer
down. He started to slowly spank his arse.
       Slap! And squeeze. Slap! And squeeze. Then a slow feel of those pink
round cheeks. Then again. Slap! And squeeze. Slap! And squeeze. Mike
continued like this for a few minutes but he noticed something was
happening that wasn't supposed to happen. The boy wasn't saying anything.
His arse should be sore at this stage. Most of the boys tried to get him to
stop which was the object of the spanking so that they would have to
recover and thus allow their cocks to go down a bit and he could start all
over again. Mike used to lay the boys down on the mattress on the floor and
start to caress their beautiful young ass cheeks. He'd concentrate on the
red or pink places, lowering his lips to kiss them and take in the scent of
the boy's bottom, inhaling that intoxicating smell of a boy's just spanked
bottom, the lingering odour of the cotton briefs and the over powering
smell of pre- cum juices which had been slowly dripping into the front of
the boys little undies which hadn't been lowered at the front. This boy
wasn't reacting normally. He was obviously enjoying himself. He seemed to
be simultaneously unaware of Mike being intimate with him yet aware of what
was going on because he was moaning softly and taking in short sharp
breaths. His cock was enjoying it anyway because with every spank a little
movement took place. Mike could feel it while he was moving his hand up and
down on it. The kid was lowering his head and pushing his little red ass up
more and more after each slap.  This had never really happened before and
he really didn't know where to take it but it did cross his mind that this
was not the boy's first time to be spanked at all. He seemed too familiar
with it, too sexually turned on with no resistance at all.
       Mike stopped. He needed time to think things out and this wasn't the
time or the place. He needed to move on quickly. While still stroking that
enormously stimulated piece of boy flesh in his left hand he reached down
beside him and took up one of his props. A prop he had brought in this
morning especially for his young apprentice moaning in front of him. He
could feel that it was still damp while he pushed it through the boy's
elbows which he was holding up his head with while concentrating on the
sensations stimulating his cock and arse - one feeding the other. He wasn't
aware really of where he was. He could smell the fresh sheets and just
associated it with a bedroom - not his bedroom of course. His just smelled
of old stale cum from the underwear and old tee shirts he had to wank off
into regularly. His aunt kept her distance from the small bedroom anyway as
she had no interest in washing or looking after any nephew. She was
doubtful her brother was the father anyway as his mother was the town
slapper and was known by every horny teen in the small town that she'd let
you do it standing up for 5 cigarettes and lying down for 20. No wonder she
could hardly breathe at 18 when she walked down the aisle 6 months pregnant
with her idiot of a brother thinking all his birthdays had come at once!
She knew what that smell was but said nothing. He produced it let him clean
it up! All that washing ate into valuable drinking time anyway - no washing
machines then.

       Suddenly the boy got that very familiar smell of drying cum - but it
couldn't be his.  "Open your eyes babes" whispered Mike into the boy's
ear. "Uncle Mike just brought you a present!"
       Spread out on the mattress in front of him was a beautiful pair of
undies. His cock immediately reacted with a short sharp spasm. He
recognised them. He knew who owned these.  Very few people wore this sort
of underwear and our boy even at 13 was already something of an amateur
expert. He bent over slowly and took a deep breath. Like whiskey to an
alcoholic. He opened his eyes fully to get a better look. With his right
hand he gently felt the front of the undies in front of him. Soft material
which had obviously been washed quite often as he could still smell the
washing powder on the unstained part. Still damp too so the spunk hadn't
filled these pants long ago - maybe some time this morning. The crotch had
extended by the looks of it to accommodate a good sized pair of cream
makers, not as big as his though, but then whose in the town were the size
of a big sportsman's and at 13? More noticeably for the boy was the shape
of the underwear. The big stretched pouch for carrying those balls around
gave way to a very small waist with very little material on the hips. He
could still see the shape of the cock that had been squeezed into these
briefs as the thin white material held the memory of that piece of
delicious meat. These were coach's briefs.
       These were the briefs he had seen so often in the coach's office
-casually discarded on the back of a chair while he went for a shower. The
lad had never seen coach naked because he had his own shower in the back of
his office but he had always made excuses to run in as soon as he heard the
water running and he had never been disappointed. They were always there,
on the back of the chair, on the table laid out so they could be clearly
seen with the memory of those big heavy balls still showing. His tight
white shorts were usually close beside them with the briefs looking like
the poor relation being only a quarter the size of the shorts. He had felt
the material sometimes when he was sure no one was about and coach had just
gone into the shower. Most times the briefs were still warm. He was afraid
to lift them up so he used to bend over and let the aroma of the man's
crotch fill his lungs - his heart used to immediately start racing and his
legs would get weak.  He didn't know if it was the fear of getting caught
or the scent from the briefs that was doing it but it felt exciting and he
felt alive more than he ever did standing on a football pitch. It had never
dawned on him why for nearly two years those skimpy briefs were always on
view in coach's office. Not once were they hidden away or brought into the
shower but the boy's mind didn't do strategy. He had seen the outline of
the tight briefs through the thin fabric of the football shorts and he had
made sure he was always behind coach whenever it was possible to get a good
view when he was bending over during training. The lad made out he had poor
eyesight and had spoken privately to coach about it. He wanted to be always
in the front row during training so he could see everything. See everything
moving about in the man's shorts he should have said. He was of course
given permission.  It was the only thing worth going for and he could
endure the sarcastic remarks of his teammates -'That white thing moving
about is the ball mate' etc etc - just so he could get a good view of that
full hunky man's bottom squeezed into his tight little shorts. No one else
had ever mentioned it.

       Suddenly he was called back to earth by a sudden very sharp slap to
his beautiful round bottom followed by a short sharp squeeze. The hand went
immediately up his tee shirt, grabbed the back of his neck and pushed him
down forcefully. There was no resistance from the boy.  "I think you know
who owns these lad don't you?"
       There was a muffled cry of acknowledgement from the boy with his
nose pressed firmly against the damp spunky underpants.  "Coach gave them
to me this morning before he went for the match. They were a special
present for you he said. They were a lot damper and fuller this morning at
9 o clock but the material is holding out I think. I know you like them
babes. We all know you like them. You couldn't wait to get that beautiful
little arse of yours into coach's office could you? As soon as that shower
started you were in there like a bullet from a gun. Did you never think why
no one ever came in while you were looking and sniffing those little
briefs?"
       Silence.
        Everything silent. The boy had stopped moving about. Although Mike
couldn't see the boy's face he would wager a bet that it was getting as red
as his recently slapped arse. The blond haired man with the open shirt was
entering his element. His zone of competence was in bringing boys to a zone
where they had to face their own shameful desires. Face them and embrace
them.  "We all know what you like son. Everyone! We've been watching you
since you started on the team.  Why do you think you were on the team in
the first place? You don't even know which end of the ball to plug in do
you? No of course you don't. We were watching you every Sunday morning
bending over so we got a good view of that gorgeous round bottom you spend
so much time exercising. Can hardly do any of the training exercises but as
soon as coach showed you the routine to strengthen your buttocks there was
no stopping you was there? He told you that one evening when you asked what
you had missed the week previously. He took his time showing you. Did it
never enter that little mini-brain of yours why he singled you out for a
private lesson on how to exercise your bum muscles?"

       If the kid hadn't been daydreaming so much in science class about
his wanking strategy for afternoon sessions at home he might have listened
to the boring nun he had teaching him about how adrenaline affects the
organs of the body. Because he was getting a live lesson now! His heart
suddenly was pumping at a fierce rate and he could feel his long wet cock
begin to contract despite being so worked up only a minute ago. How could
they know? Who is 'we all know'? How many men knew he was lusting after
them? He had been so careful. At least he thought he had been. He knew his
brain wasn't the sharpest but he had the instincts of a spy and had read
all the boys detective books in the school library so he knew a little
about how to watch and not get caught. Obviously he wasn't good
enough. What would they do to him? Can the police take you away? He was
beginning to get worried now. The boy was just about to push up onto his
knees when he felt the breath of Mr Durkan in his ear again. But this time
it wasn't so threatening. This time it was like ice-cream.
       "Coach likes you sonny! He thinks you're the bee's knees - know what
I mean?"
       He released his grip on the boy's neck and expected him to react
defensively - but he didn't.  He went in the opposite direction and ran his
fingers over the damp briefs again.
       "They are a special present for you. He filled them with you in mind
this morning. He knows all about your problem. How you have to carry around
that enormous cock on that slim waist of yours. How you have to constantly
empty those balls with no one to help. We all know. But we want to help
you. We all want to see that you are happy."
       Mike had spent years of selling unsuitable clothes to farmers and
could lie and flatter with the best of him. He was in his element here. He
was more interested in helping himself to what was on offer on the mattress
but he couldn't say that out straight. He moved his hand back down the
boy's smooth damp skin and replaced it where it belonged - on the boy's
beautiful soft bottom, so expertly exercised to perfection over the last 18
months or so. Someone had to pick the fruit.
       "We all care for you son. Coach. Me. The doctor especially. I know
you've noticed some of the men who never miss a game when you are
playing. You see them on the side-lines beside us.  Even though they are
there you still made sure that lovely bum of yours was on display didn't
you?  They will never say anything against you. They admire you even."
       Mike resumed slowly milking the boy's lengthening cock. He was
getting excited again.
       "I'm going to see you empty these swollen balls in a few
minutes. Then we're going to have a little chat about a job for you and
your future with the football club and coach. We're going to see how the
group of Sunday men can help you with your problem. In return you will have
to do nothing. Nothing at all. Nothing that you're not already doing
anyway. I bet you didn't know you had so many friends looking out for you
did you?"
       The boy's ass was going up again. Michael had one thing he needed to
try out while he had the kid in this position. He was hoping for a positive
response.
       "Stay in that position and don't move."
       Mike removed his cum saturated hand from the boy's briefs after
giving it a full hard squeeze, pushing his index finger around the
substantial knob at the top of this hardening monster.  He wiped it on the
front of the briefs in front of the boy, took them up and placed them in
the boy's mouth. Maybe the boy had opened his mouth to protest or take a
sharp breath - Mike wasn't waiting to find out. There was no protest. He
closed those full red lips around the wet pouch of coach's briefs and
closed his eyes. He was moving into another zone altogether.
       Michael moved behind the kid and took in the sight. Magnificent! A
beautiful round pink bottom of a 14 year old boy framed by the elastic of a
very small jockstrap. In between those two carefully exercised pleasure
mounds was Mike's goal - and he could see it plainly as the boy's ass moved
higher and higher stirred on by the aroma of the briefs in his mouth . He
had to act quickly while the teen was distracted. He opened the cheeks
wider and looked closely at the delicate pink flower in front of him,
closed and tight. It looked like raspberry ripple ice-cream, white on the
outside with beautiful pink on the inside. That was the pleasure button for
a lot of his boys in the past. Would this lad be one of them? Only one way
to find out. He picked up another one of his props - a square of white
chocolate!  With his wet index finger he ever so slowly and gently moved it
round the flower bud to make it open - and it was responding. Round and
round the edges, slowly and slowly into the centre. He had to do it quickly
before the chocolate started to melt in his hand.  He took the square of
white chocolate, kissed it and slowly pushed it into the expanding hole in
front of him. It wedged itself in the opening at first which was enough to
begin with. Mike lowered his left hand and started to massage those large
swollen balls. With the other he entered the front of the boy's jock strap
and continued to milk him but this time with a lot more determination to
empty him and enjoy the fruit of nature's bounty. As soon as he started
milking the length of that enormous boycock the doors to paradise began to
open even more. With his tongue Mike pushed in the chocolate until it was
totally pressed into the boy's lovely soft hole. He started to push it in
as far as he could with his tongue and waited for it to melt. The inside of
the boy's tunnel would do the job rapidly as the boy seemed to be on heat
again. With his very experienced tongue he moved in and out feeling the
chocolate get softer and softer until, having gone round and round the
opening to the boy's soft opening he locked his lips onto the opening and
sucked for all he was worth! Sucked and sucked as if he were trying to suck
the boy's spunk from the inside out. He made a perfect seal with his own
two full lips and continued with his tongue to move the melted chocolate
round and round the boy's hole coating it from the inside in sweet
delicious hot melted cream.

       Thankfully it was having he desired effects. The kid was getting
high again and he was rocking from side to side. He had never experienced
anything like this before. He had never even thought such pleasure was
possible. His orgasms, possibly because they were so frequent every day,
were not as strong as they used to be even six months ago. Sharp orgasms
didn't come so easily anymore but what was happening to him now was in a
league of its own. Suddenly his boycock, which was usually spongy even when
he was masturbating with both hands in his room, undies down under his ball
sack and a stolen pair of little whities on the bed to catch the flow,
suddenly was responding to the stimulus in his sweet little pucker like he
had never known! It was getting awfully hard, as though the cream his
oversized balls were producing at a rapid rate stimulated by Mikes
professional tongue was pushing his cock up and up, out and out. He
couldn't last too long under this sexual stimulation but he had only just
started to get into it and didn't want it to stop. The coach's underwear in
his mouth, his ass exposed, the milking he was getting, the friction of the
jockstrap on his balls were all overwhelming him. All his thoughts were on
fire. He didn't want this to go away; this was Sunday afternoons were
supposed to be. This made up for all the other boring days of the
week. This far surpassed all the wanking he'd been doing up to now on his
own in his room. This was going to replace all of that. There was no going
back. The boy didn't think anything logically or rationally. He just
felt. He became just one wide stimulated feeling and he wanted to stay this
way. He belonged in this room, in this position and he'd do what he had to
to stay here. Then everything stopped suddenly at the other end. He
panicked. Was it finished? Did he have to go? He pushed his knees apart a
bit more because he could now feel the cool air in the room softly dancing
around his little boy hole. He could feel Mike's saliva and possibly
something else running down his balls and onto the mattress. When he put
his head down and looked between his spread legs he could see Mr Durkan's
rock hard cock in his jeans pressed down his leg. It looked
uncomfortable. He wondered if he would ever see it or feel it. He saw
Mike's hand reach out for something. He recognised what it was. He
recognised the wrapper of the chocolate bar anyway. It was the expensive
white chocolate that he would very rarely be able to afford with the young
cowboy on the front brandishing an erect gun! How did Mike know he loved
that creamy chocolate? He hoped there would be some left over after he'd
emptied himself anyway but if not he wouldn't worry. It was being put to
very good use now.
       And then the coolness in between his lovely soft cheeks disappeared
and Mike's tongue re- engaged with its target - the boy's soft pink
opening. The chocolate pieces were going in easier and easier all the time
but they weren't lasting too long. A couple of minutes at most - not long
enough to keep him satisfied. He know the boy was high, grossly over
stimulated and almost in a tortured situation. That was good and he wasn't
as concerned about that as he felt he should be. No, his tongue had found a
home and he felt it was going to be really really difficult to be away from
it. He wondered what else he could use to stimulate the boy. He just had
too many things he wanted to try out but he was due at his mother's house
for Sunday lunch about half an hour ago and he could do without the
hassle. Then a small voice cut through the silence in the stock room. The
briefs had fallen out of the boy's mouth and he was saying something in a
heaving breath - doubtless the result of his highly eroticised state. Mike
reluctantly ran his ling hard tongue up and down the length of the boy's
smooth passage, lingering briefly at the round pink rose.
       "....eclairs" was all he caught. The end of a sentence. Eclairs? Did
he hear correctly. He stood up on his knees passing a quick eye over those
gorgeous buns and looked down at the boy who had turned to speak to
him...how long ago? He didn't know. He had been lost in the boys ass.
       "Sorry babes. What did you say?"
       "I said.....instead of wasting all that good chocolate which is
melting so quickly wouldn't it be better if you tried a chocolate clair
instead? I like them too!"
       A chocolate clair? It had never dawned on him that he would be
between the boys soft warm cheeks for so long. It was true. The chocolate
would never last. But eclairs......that might just solve the problem. Hard
toffee sweets with chocolate in the middle. It would certainly take a lot
longer to melt and then he'd have the soft chocolate to run round the boy's
hole with his tongue.  What a great suggestion.
       "Good suggestion son. Next time. No problem. Eclairs it is"
responded Mike with a wide smile which the boy warmed to.
       'Next time' the boy thought. There is going to be a next time!
Brilliant. But this time just had to come to an end. He really couldn't
take any more stimulation. The pouch was just saturated with pre cum
juices, his cock was bursting to shoot, his balls hurt for the first time
in a long while and his bum was just so stimulated that it hurt. How come
pleasure was so close to pain? But the chocolate was finished he knew
that. Maybe he would be released now. The thoughts had only hit his slow
head when he felt a playful spank on his bottom.

       "Enough for today boy - come on." Mike was standing up now looking
down at his future.  He bent down and helped the boy to stand up. He had
been on his knees with his legs wide open for too long and it had stretched
muscles he didn't know that he had. Mr Durkan grabbed him by the hands and
sat him down on a kitchen chair which was against the wall of the stock
room that the lad hadn't noticed up to now. He sat down with a start,
drawing in his breath quickly. It was cold and plastic! Mike laughed and
ran his fingers through the boy's thick head of hair. He got down on his
knees again and slowly removed the soaking wet jockstrap from the boy
releasing the boy's lovely long cock to the air. He honey was still
dripping and still avoiding Mikes mouth. He had changed his mind. He was
going to collect the huge amount of cream he knew the boy was capable of
producing in this jockstrap but somehow it didn't seem right now. The boy
had expressed no interest in it and it was only when he felt the surge of
life into the boys member when he had produced coach's little white briefs
that he felt he may have misjudged the boy's desires. Jocks would not
stimulate him like a little pair of tight white briefs and there was not
one thing he could do about that. Mike had a spare pair of little undies
from the kids section beside the mattress.  He picked up coaches briefs and
held them up to his own face taking in the scent.
       He pushed the boy gently back against the chair and with both hands
opened the boy's legs wide at the same time pulling him forward a little so
that the boy's pride and joy would hang over the edge - and what a sight
that was! He noticed that the boy was obviously wondering what was going to
happen next and he was following Mike's hand with the undies in it.
       "Lie back son, grab hold of the side of the chair and let that
lovely cock of yours hang over the edge. I'm going to milk you quickly and
give you relief. I know you are desperate for release.  Close your
eyes. I'm going to collect as much of your boy cream as possible in my
mouth and in these little briefs. Someone else is waiting for a delivery
this afternoon and I promised him he wouldn't be disappointed. Coach will
have a lot to talk to you about on Tuesday at training and by then I think
you'll be seeing these little briefs a lot more often. That ok?"
       The boy did as he was told. He needed release.  He put his head
back, grabbed the sides of the chair as instructed and thought of his
coach. He could feel something soft and warm swallowing up his long lovely
cock. He had never felt anything else like this in his 14 years. It was
spectacular. It was making him rock hard and it was going to make him spurt
all the cream in his heavy balls storm out draining him of all his
energy. He knew he would pass out. It was the stimulation and two years of
images of his coach that really brought him out of his body. Two years of
lusting over that big hunky athletic man. Two years of watching his
gorgeous full round ass cheeks in thin shorts. Two years of handling his
little briefs in the changing rooms. Two very long years that had now come
to an end. And the man's enormous body was pressing forward and forward in
his mind - grabbing his ass cheeks and slapping them and punishing him for
exciting so many men in his shorts and briefs and claiming him as his own
possession - and then he felt his chocolate coated, sugary boy hole
contract sharply and pour. He could feel pouring coming from below his
waist. And he was sure he heard a cough. Someone was coughing. Someone's
mouth had taken in more than he was prepared for. And then he passed into
sleep......
       Mike lay the boy on the damp mattress and let him sleep. He hoped it
wouldn't be for long.  He went into the toilet and looked at himself in the
mirror - and what looked backed at him? A nice attractive man's face, ample
blond locks flowing down both sides as was the fashion, a lovely set of
teeth and a mouth full of white creamy boy sperm. And that was what he
couldn't swallow. It looked delicious around his lips mingling with the
chocolate - and very tasty. Worth the wait. Worth every night he had spent
on the side-lines watching the boys play mediocre football. Well worth
it. Now he would dress the young teen in a nice pair of briefs and a new
tracksuit. He had already prepared a bag full of sexy little briefs for the
boy to wear. Coach would give him instructions about when to wear them. He
would tell him about his employment in the shop starting next Wednesday
afternoon after school. He wouldn't tell him what he'd be doing but he
doubted there would be any resistance.  He swallowed the boy's spunk and
licked his lips with a little smack! Walking back into the stock room he
looked down at the boy who was just waking up after a 20 minute nap.

       "Here" he said, holding out a lovely fresh pair of white cotton
underpants from the boys range in the shop.
       "Put those on and I'll drop you home. I think you've just found
yourself a part-time job. Pay is good and I can see you're going to cost me
a fortune in chocolate eclairs!"