Date: Fri, 19 Aug 2011 18:19:46 -0700 (PDT)
From: T.T.A. <tsquared_2007@yahoo.com>
Subject: Christian and the soccer team: Christian, Kyle and Charlie III

Christian and the soccer team
Christian, Kyle and Charlie - Part III
(feedback welcome)
(last part ended)

"You peed on my shorts?" I said, incredulously.

Kyle nodded.

"Why?"

He shrugged.

What a perverted little fuck.

"Can we at least stop at the house so I can wash up?" I asked, pointing to
the bathrooms at the other side of the complex. With dried cum on my face,
hair and chest and fingers that smelled like the shit of two teenage boys,
I wanted at least a little soap and water.

"Maybe if you're good," Kyle said. "Now just get ready so we can go."

I stepped into my piss soaked bottoms, put on my tshirt and grabbed my
stuff.

"Where the hell are we going?"

(this part begins)

"Why are we going to my house?" Charlie said, stepping into his underwear
and shorts.

"Cuz no one's ever home at your house," Kyle said.

"What about my brother?" Charlie asked.

"Cody just stays in his room and blasts his music even when he is home,"
Kyle answered.

Charlie tried to argue but Kyle just told him to shut up. We walked across
the complex. I asked again if I could stop in the bathroom but Kyle
refused. I tried to reason with him but he just told me to shut up. I guess
he thought that because his dick was bigger than Charlie's and mine
combined that he could order us around like little bitches. Neither of us
pushed our case so maybe he was right.

As we walked down the streets of our town, I felt incredibly
self-conscious. I tried to get some of Kyle's dried cum off my face by
licking my fingers (of my clean hand) and trying to get it off that
way. But the cum in my hair was still there. Between the dried cum, the
pissy and sweaty clothes and my shitty fingers, I sure as hell hoped no
stranger walked too close to me. Charlie kept telling us to hurry up but
Kyle seemed like he was trying to make the walk as long as possible.

Finally, we got to a little shack of a house where Charlie lived. We walked
inside and I kicked my flip flop sandals off. Probably a bad idea since the
living room was strewn with empty pizza boxes, dirty dishes and the
like. Charlie tried to persuade Kyle to go to some room they had down
cellar but Kyle said that there was no bed down there. Then Charlie said he
had to go to the bathroom and started to run toward it but he tripped on an
empty beer bottle. "Oh crap," he yelled. We helped him up. He looked like
he was about to cry, which was weird since it didn't seem like that hard a
fall. We started walking down the hallway.

The first door on the hallway was closed, with a big post of a skull and
crossbones on it. Thrasher music was blasting so loud it made me deaf. We
walked down to the end of the hallway to a door with a picture of the great
player Lionel Messi.

"Charlie thinks that since Messi is so small but still amazing that maybe
he has a chance to be half decent soccer player," Kyle said, shouting over
the music. "Did you know Messi is smaller than me and he's a growed man?"

I nodded. We entered Charlie's room and it was as much a pigsty as the
living room. Empty cans of Amp, the nasty energy drink. Dirty socks. Grungy
underwear. Crumpled up papers. Several busted skateboards. And for the
first time, I smelled something more rank than me: the overwhelming smell
of piss.

As he shut the door behind us, it blocked out a bit of the music. Kyle said
to Charlie, "Dude, I toldya you should wear those Goodnite diaper things at
night."

"And in the day too," I added.

Charlie blushed madly and looked like he was gonna cry again. I playfully
shoved him, "I'm just messing with ya, man."

Though I kinda wasn't. I stepped on a pair of wet briefs as I walked toward
his bad and a few others that were badly stained yellow and brown. The
visual and the smell made me bone up even though I'd cum only a half hour
prior.

The bed had a black cover sheet on it but, unsurprisingly, the top sheet
and a blanket were on the floor. I sat down on it and heard the distinct
crinkle of a plastic sheet underneath. As I moved around to make room for
the others, I sat right in a large wet spot. My instinctive reaction was
"ew!" but then I realized I was wearing clothes with someone else's piss on
them and had hair with someone else's cum in it. By this point, hygeine was
pointless.

Kyle had already taken off his shorts and tshirt and told me to undress
Charlie. I untied his shorts and he pushed them down stepped out of them. I
felt the front of his Hanes. At the fields, Charlie's briefs were just
kinda damp; now they were completely soaked.

"Dude, did you pee yourself?"

Humiliated, Charlie nodded. "When I fell in the living room," the 14 year
old squeaked.

I pushed down his underwear and took off his socks which were also wet. His
little soldier stood at attention 2 inches in front of his body.

"Did you poop them too?" I said, pointing to the skid marks. "Or do you
just need lessons on how to wipe your butt?"

He shook his head silently, avoiding eye contact with me.

Kyle told me to lie down on the bed, which I did. Of course, there wasn't
really any way I could avoid the huge wet spot. He yanked my wet shorts and
boxers off. Kyle lied on top of me and started rubbing his monster against
my more modest boner. He was grinding me hard as I nibbled on his neck. I
felt his cock flooding my pubes and stomach with precum.

Then suddenly, he stopped.  He told Charlie to lie down and for me to do
the same to him. I lied down on top of the small 14 yo and positioned my 5
incher against his little weenie. As I started grinding, Charlie started
moaning loud again. I noticed out the corner of my eye, Kyle had Charlie's
pissy, dirty underwear to his nose and was inhaling as he rubbed his big
cock.

"Have you ever kissed anyone?" I asked the kid. Charlie shook his head. I
closed his eyelids with my fingers, put his lips to his and started kissing
him. Charlie didnt quite know what to do but after 15 or 20 seconds, he
just kinda followed my lead.

"You know what I saw once?" Charlie asked. I shrugged. "My brother Cody let
his buddy Rob stick his wiener up his butt."

"Wait," I said. "Rob who's the goalie on my soccer team?" Charlie
nodded. "Damn!"

"Did your brother like it?" I asked.

"I think so," he said. "He was moaning mad loud and he squirted sperms
without touching it."

"Do you wanna try that?" Kyle asked, tossing the briefs he'd been sniffing
on the bed.

Charlie shrugged. "Sure."

"How we gonna do this?" I said.

"I gotta go poop first," Charlie said, walking out of the room like a
jaybird.

"He should just use his underwear," I said, under my breath. "They're
already nasty enough." Kyle snickered.

As Charlie left the room, the 13 yo dragged me to the edge of the bed,
flipped me on my back and told me to hold my legs. He spat on his hand and
used that to lube up his cock. I was a bit fearful how that 8 inch long,
superthick tube was going to fit in my ass.

"You ever had anyone do you," he whispered.

"Just once," I said. "You?"

"Spread your cheeks," he said, ignoring my question.

He licked his lips and his grabbed his cock and slowly pushed it in my
hole. He got about 2 or 3 inches and I was yelling in pain. He stopped for
a second but then started pushing again, putting his hand over my mouth to
muffle my screams. I thought I was going to pass out, it hurt so much. Once
he got all 8 inches, he waited for a half minute or so while I (kinda) got
used to it. He took 2 fingers and gave my own guy a couple of jerks. "See,
even your little guy likes it."

He started fucking me, slowly at first. It still hurt but not agony. Then,
his pace slowly accelerated. I could feel sweat from his head dripping on
to my neck. "God, you're such a good fuck," he said, grabbing my hair and
banging me harder.

(to be continued)