Date: Sun, 12 Jun 2011 11:14:22 -0700 (PDT)
From: T.T.A. <tsquared_2007@yahoo.com>
Subject: Christian and the soccer team: Christian, Kyle and Charlie I

Christian and the soccer team

Christian, Kyle and Charlie - Part I

(feedback welcome)

I hate getting up early, especially on the weekends. But Coach made us come
in at 8 am. It wasn't our own practice but he had us varsity players
working with the middle school kids during their team's practice. He said
it's good for the program and they only do it once a year so suck it up. I
woke up at like 8:40 and was late so I didn't even have a chance to shower
or change my underwear. Even I thought I smelled awful.

They had us older kids rotating throughout their practicing working with
different groups of 7th and 8th graders. Some of them were as much zombies
at the early hour as we high school kids. Even at this early hour, it was
still warm... about 80. It was going to be one of those boiling early
September days that I hated. Up here, soccer's supposed to be played in
cool weather.

The practice was pretty standard camp kinda stuff. We worked on lots of
individual stuff: dribbling, moves, trapping and juggling with them. After
about an hour in the half, the coaches dismissed us all.

The last pair of kids I was working with were Kyle and Charlie. Kyle was 13
but still a 7th grader; he said he'd been held back. He was really tall for
his age, only a few inches shorter than me so probably about 5'9, and
somewhat solid. He had long hair like a skateboarder. Charlie had just
turned 14 and was in 8th grade; they were originally in the same grade
which is why they were friends. Even though he was older than Kyle, Charlie
still looked like a little kid. I'm not sure how tall he was but he looked
like an elementary school kid. His adorable baby face added to that look.

We seemed to hit it off as they were impressed by how long I could juggle
for. So after everyone left, they stuck around to juggle with me. I kept
giving them tips. It was clear they were new to soccer so they were
appreciative. They juggled on their own and I watched. We juggled in a
group of 3. We just generally kicked around. They talked a lot about how
they loved soccer even though they'd never played it before this
season. Before I knew it, it was 10:30. I told them that I had a lot of fun
but that I had to run a few sprints to keep myself in shape and that they
were welcome to join me if they wanted. Charlie chuckled and said he had an
important date he'd rather go to. Kyle asked with who and Charlie said "My
pillow." We all had a good laugh. Kyle said he'd try it. Charlie grabbed
his ball and started walking away.

Kyle and I ran about five or six sprints. A few were the full length of the
field, a few half field and a few about 20 yards. Kyle actually did ok
finishing them all, though while gasping, he said they didn't really do
sprints on his team. Toward the end of the last full field sprint, I saw
Kyle pull up holding his leg.

"What's up?"

"Cramp!" he yelled, holding his calf. I guess sprints after a long morning
wasn't such a good idea for a kid not used to them.

I told him to lie down on his back and stick his leg out straight. I
grabbed his foot and pushed his toes backwards trying to help alleviate the
cramp. I was doing this for about 30 seconds when, bored, my gaze was cast
down his leg toward his crotch. Kyle was wearing these thin white soccer
shorts... and no underwear. This gave me a perfect view of his penis. It
wasn't some rinky dink dink, some shriveled up little kid's junk. It was a
horse cock, looking freakishly large on his moderate sized body. I guessed
it to be at least 5 inches soft and comfortably nestled on a large, hairy
pair of balls.

Completely transfixed, I inexplicably blurted out, "Wow, you're really
big."

"What?" he said, giving me the raised eyebrow look.

I felt my face burn with embarrassment. "Umm... you know, you're only 13
and you're almost as tall as me and I'm 17."

"Mmmhmm," he said skeptically.

I started massaging his sore calf. "This feel better?"

"A little... keep doing it."

So I did. He had taken his sweaty shirt off during the sprints so I could
see his nice chest. Not a hair on it but decent muscle definition for a 13
year old. I kept trying to sneak glances up his shorts, trying not to stare
obviously but it was such an impressive piece of meat that it was hard not
to. As I rubbed his calf, his dick twitched a few times.

"Why don't you suck it?" he said.

I looked at him, shocked.

"Dude, you've been checking me out the whole time. Let's go behind the Wall
and you can suck it."

He pointed to a big wooden wall that we used to kick soccer balls again.

"No way," I said, pretending I didn't want to.

"We're going behind the Wall and you're going to suck it or else I'll tell
everyone you were perving me out... which you were, by the way."

I felt me face turn red again.

"See," he said smiling.

He got up, grabbed my hand like a little boy and guided me behind the
Wall. I looked around and was relieved it was private. It was in the corner
of the complex with only woods behind it.

"First, undress yourself," he said.

"Why?"

"Cuz we should both be the same."

I took my shirt off. "Mmm, nice," he said, rubbing my modest six pack. Then
I stepped out of my soccer shorts and was standing in only a pair of green
shamrock boxers. "Those too," he said. I sighed and lowered the boxers to
my ankles.

He snickered when I did. "Haha are you really 17?"

I nodded.

"How big is your softie? I mean... how small?"

Ouch!

"About 2 inches." Though in fairness, it wasn't easy to see through my
pubes

He laughed again. He then pulled his flimsy shorts down revealing his
massive cock. It was still soft but even bigger than I'd guess: about 5 1/2
inches long and quite thick, significantly thicker than my own. It was
surrounded by a thick pubic bush. His large nuts were quite hairy too, as
I'd noticed early. I felt deeply inadequate next to this 13 year old
man-child.

"Why don't you get on your knees?" he said. I kneeled in front of him and
opened my mouth.

"Have you ever done this before?" he asked.

"Umm... once." I said. "You?"

"My friend Nick and I did 69 once, but he didn't like it," he said. "Though
even his was bigger than yours and he's a little younger than me." I
blushed again.

I expected him to shove it in but instead, he grabbed his soft cock and
slapped me in the face several times with it. I never would've expected it
and I'd never had any fantasies like it but the humiliation was really
turning me on. I felt my little cock slowly stiffen until fully hard.

"Haha you like being embarrassed, don't you?"

"I guess," I mumbled.

"Even hard, you're smaller than mine is soft," he said, flicking my thin 5
inch erection with his fingers. "You should get on your hands and knees."

He never sounded aggressive or commanding, just matter of fact like he knew
he was in charge of me. I instinctively obeyed. I then felt a hard slap on
my ass cheek. The fucker was spanking m... SMACK. SMACK. SMACK. The slaps
got progressively harder. He made me say humiliating things like how do I
like my pinky dick and he had a bigger dick than me when he was 7. I don't
know if it was true but the abuse and the spanking was really getting me
hot. That plus the weather caused me to be drenched in sweat and we hadn't
even done much.

He gave me one last incredibly hard slap and said I should get back on just
my knees. He stood in front of me and told me to make him feel good. I
started rubbing his thighs and then his large balls. I started fingering
that place between his nuts and his ass and he started lightly moaning. I
worked my finger back and pushed it into his ass crack and then slowly into
his hole. He moaned not so quietly when I did that. By then, his horse cock
was hard as steel. It really was enormous for his age, big for any age
really.

"How big is it?" I said.

"Like 8 inches," he said, between gasps.

I started fingering his ass and he really enjoyed that. After about a
minute of that, he pushed my head toward his crotch. I took his huge boner
into my mouth as I finger fucked him. I couldn't get the whole thing into
my mouth but most of it. Every time I thrust my finger into his tight hole,
I felt his cock throb. He was pouring like a gallon of pre-cum into my
mouth. Then started thrusting, fucking my mouth and almost choking me.
Between his sweaty body and his sweaty crotch, the smell was driving me
fucking crazy, but I didn't have a hand free to jerk my own guy.

And then we heard a voice, "Hey have you guys seen my shin g..."

I looked over, Kyle's huge cock still in my mouth and my finger up his
ass. It was Charlie, his mouth hanging wide open.

(to be continued)