Date: Tue, 08 Dec 1998 13:49:32 PST
From: Justin John <scott_justin51@hotmail.com>
Subject: Sports Shop Teen Orgy

SPORTS SHOP TEEN ORGY
by JUSTIN SHORTS  <scott_justin51@hotmail.com>

I had noticed the small ad in the Gay magazine with interest, and at 
first did nothing about it, even though I was fascinated. 'WANTED: Young 
guys for hot video shoot, based in sports shop.  You must be 
uninhibited, aged between 18-21,and enjoy role play in shorts and kit.'  
There was the usual box number, and request for a photo.

I came back a few times to that ad over the next few days, and something 
told me that I was in the end going to do something about it, but I was 
nervous.  I had never ever responded to something like that, for fear of 
what I might be getting into, but on the other hand the idea of being 
involved in some kind of filming, with my favourite theme of sports and 
shorts involved, sounded too good to miss.  So in the end, I wrote away 
quoting the box number and sending a photo, and waited for a reply.  It 
came pretty quickly, within 3 days I guess, and asked me to turn up at 
an address (an actual sports shop in central London) one evening about 
10 days ahead.

I was both nervous and excited, and started to worry that I would not be 
able to go through with it.  What if they didn't like me?  Could I face 
the humiliation of being sent away?  And what if I chickened out at the 
last moment - would it all be worth it?

The next 10 days seemed like 2 months, they really dragged.  I found 
myself fantasising about what might happen.  Would there be just me, or 
a few young guys like myself, or what?  And what would I be required to 
do?  If I was going to be filmed having sex, could I cope with that - 
would I be able to perform?  I thought that I would be OK, providing 
that the scenario was erotic enough, and I certainly made it so in my 
imagination.  During those days before the appointment, I imagined 
myself in really hot scenes with young teens, sucking and being sucked, 
exploding with spunky cum shots captured for
the cameras.

Eventually the evening came, and I set off in good time to arrive for 8 
pm.  I wore casual clothes, as I had been told that other gear would be 
provided, so I was wearing a teeshirt and light blue jeans (under them I 
had blue silk boxers).  The sports shop was a branch of one of the big 
chains, which surprised me as I thought that they wouldn't want to be 
associated with anything a hint sleazy.  I had been told to go down a 
side passage to gain access, and I soon found a door with the shop name 
and 'deliveries' marked on it.  I rang and waited, and after a few 
minutes a really cute young guy, dark and about 19 I suppose, let me in.  
I hoped that we might get to know each
other during the course of the evening.  He introduced himself as 
Darren.

I followed him into the shop, and then up the stairs to the first floor 
which was not overlooked from the road.  There were three or four other 
lads standing around talking, all aged about 18 I guess. One of them 
looked only about 16, though he must have been a bit older.  There were 
several stage lights and cameras set up, and there was clearly an area 
of the shop marked out that was going to be the filmset.  This included 
some racks where sports kit was on display, including soccer kit, a 
changing room area, and there was also (a bit incongruously) a couple of 
large sofas on the shop floor.

Darren took me over to meet the producer.  He was a nice guy, about 30 I 
guess, good-looking and friendly.  He shook hands and welcomed me.  Then 
he introduced me to the other lads, who presumably had only just arrived 
themselves.  The lad who looked really young was called Jamie, and the 
others were Steve, Mike, and Carl.  All ranged from cute to handsome in 
looks, clearly fit without being too muscular.  We were all wearing our 
jeans and teeshirts at this point.   

The other boys, like me, were trying hard to be natural and relaxed, but 
I was a bit relieved to see that underneath they were as nervous as I 
was.  But I was already trying to imagine what I might be doing with 
each of them in turn.  Now that we had met for the first time, I could 
begin to flesh out some of the fantasies that had been preoccupying me 
for the last 10 days.

Then the producer, Dave, began to explain to us all what was going to be 
involved, so that if any of us wanted to back out then we could do so 
now, with no hard feelings on either side.  He introduced us to the 
three cameramen and sound guy, who were all pretty hunky themselves!  
'As you have probably worked out for yourselves, lads, we're making a 
gay film today.  It's hardcore, with soccer kit as the main theme, and 
we want you all to be happy and relaxed with the idea not just of being 
filmed with each other, but of getting really hot and horny in kit.  I 
only want people for whom that it is exciting and hot, because then 
you'll turn yourselves on and lose yourselves
in the roleplay.  The storyline, in so far as there is one, is that two 
of you, let's say Justin and Carl, are going to be shop assistants, and 
the rest of you are going to be coming in to buy kit, try it on, getting 
a helping hand form the assistants, and let things take their natural 
course.  There's no script, but I want plenty of sound!  Hot horny talk, 
and lots of groaning and moaning.  We want really hot cum shots 
remember.  Just enjoy yourselves, forget we're here.'

We all laughed and began to relax more, and then the two of us who had 
been identified as playing the part of the shop assistants were taken 
off to change into the uniform.  This was pretty hot in itself: blue and 
red nylon shorts and a tight cotton singlet.  We also wore white sports 
socks and trainers.  I deliberately kept my silk boxers on for the 
moment, as I hoped they would be exciting for whoever was going to 
encounter them!  Actually, I was already hoping that I would get a 
session with Carl, who was very enticing and boyish.

Once we had changed, we headed back into the main part of the shop.  
Dave told me that my first 'customers' would be Steve and Mike, who 
would play the role of friends coming into the shop to try on soccer 
strips.  They were to head off to the changing room and start a hot 
scene, and then I was to surprise them and join in.  We were to take it 
from there, as our instinct led us! Sounded good to me, I must say.  
Both lads were really hot, dark like me, and both under 20 I should 
think.  Meanwhile, in another part of the shop. Jamie and Carl were 
going to get acquainted as they discussed the merits of the size
of shorts Jamie needed (yes, a measuring session).

After a few  technical preliminaries, Dave told us that we should start 
relaxing in to our roles, and he would just begin when we were unaware 
of what was going on. 'Remember, we're not here!' he said.  Easily said, 
I thought.

The cameramen had distributed themselves around the shop, and started
following us around as we moved.  The strange thing was, as things 
proceeded, I really did begin to ignore the cameras, and so did the 
other guys.  Actually, that's not quite true, I couldn't ignore them, 
but they didn't seem to inhibit any of us in any way.  If anything, it 
made things even hotter to know that every move was being captured: so 
far as I was concerned, it made me really horny and turned me into a 
real performer.

I was at the racks, arranging the shorts, when Steve and Mike 
approached, already into their roles as friends out Saturday shopping.  
They fingered the shorts on the racks and started discussing relative 
merits.  Steve was looking at the Liverpool red strip, and took a pair 
of shorts and shirt off the rack.

'Where can I try these on?' he asked. I indicated the changing cubicles 
and he headed off; then Mike indicated some white nylon Umbros and again 
asked if he could try them. 'Sure thing' I said.   One of the cameramen 
went through the curtains behind the lads into the changing room, whilst 
another one stayed with me.  I thought that I might as well give him a 
show, so as I returned to sorting out the racks, I bent down to pick up 
a pair of shorts which had slipped off the hanger.  As I bent down, I 
parted my legs wide, and rubbed my
hand casually over my firm bum through the shiny nylon of my uniform 
shorts.

It felt good, the silky shiny nylon, smooth to my touch.  The cameraman 
had closed up behind me, I knew.  As I stood up straight again, I began 
to lightly caress myself through the front of my shorts, moulding my 
meaty boypacket in my eager hand.  The camera got all of this.

I stood at the racks, alone on my part of the shop, with my legs apart 
and leaning on the rack.  I bent my back slightly, and continued to 
stroke my rising cock through the shiny nylon.  Then I thought it was 
time I headed for the changing-rooms (I certainly didn't want to miss 
any of the fun) so went through the curtains, still followed by my 
cameraman.  As I went into the changing area, I could see that only one 
of the cubicles was occupied.  The curtain was pulled wide back, and the 
camera guy who had previously gone in
with them was on one knee focussing his shot at Mike's shorts.  He had 
put on the white nylon Umbros, and was furiously rubbing himself through 
them, whilst Steve was on his knees (also changed into his Liverpool 
strip) and had got his hands behind Mike's buttocks and was pushing him 
in towards him.

I decided that I had to enter my role.  'Is everything OK?' [innocently]  
'My God, what's going on' [as I register what I see].  What a consummate 
actor I could have been!  The two lads seemed genuinely embarrassed to 
be discovered (as if the camera hadn't even been there) and tried to 
recover their composure.  'No lads, don't stop.  Let's see how well 
those shorts fit you both.'  I joined them in the cubicle, and the three 
of us, still standing, closed together.

I decided to take control of things for a bit, and began to feel Steve 
through the red Liverpool kit.  First I stroked his smooth young chest 
through the red shirt, and he seemed genuinely to enjoy this as he began 
to breath quite hard. Then with my other hand I began to stroke his big 
boy's cock through the shiny red material of his shorts, and he seemed 
really hard and eager.  His knobhead moved easily under my fingers, and 
I could feel the foreskin moving backwards and forwards under my gentle 
wanking motions.  Reaching further down still, his young heavy balls 
swung easily in the silky material, luscious and full.

I stroked him from the root of his teenmeat to the tip of his flaring
knobhead, all through the material.  The camera was right by my hand, so 
the viewfinder must have been filled with his quivering meat pushing 
through the sexy red shorts.

Just then, I became aware of a hand on the back of my shorts, and it was 
Mike. He reached from behind me round to the front of my nylon shorts, 
and cupped my boymound.  My own cock was already oozing precum into my 
boxers.  Mike massaged me firmly but sensitively through the shorts, and 
it was great to feel the hand of a total stranger pressing and working 
my package.  As I felt Steve's teenmeat, my own hard cock was being 
pleasured by his boyfriend's
loving strokes.  Still behind me, Mike stroked me firmly in my nylon 
shorts, and my blue silk boxers quickly dampened with my precum.

We were too confined in that space, so we headed off back into the shop 
towards one of the large sofas.  The three of us sat side-by-side, with 
Steve in the middle.  We had two cameras round us, so presumably they 
were getting every bit of action.  The sound man had a mike over the top 
of us too.  Steve lay back on the sofa and pushed his legs wide apart, 
so that his left leg pressed into me and the right into Mike over on the 
other side.  Mike pulled the red Liverpool shirt upwards to expose 
Steve's smooth boyish stomach and
chest, and leaning over began to kiss his small firm nipples whilst 
running his hand up and down his chest.  I leant over, but further 
downwards, and plunged my hand over the front of the big bulge in the 
front of Steve's nylon shorts.  God, it felt fucking fantastic.  I could 
clearly make out the shape of his hard pressing teenmeat, thrusting 
upwards in the sexy soccer shorts, and there was now a damp patch oozing 
from his mushroom head.  I wanted to get sucking on his cockmeat.

I decided it was easier for me to pleasure Steve (and for the camera to 
get a really hot view) if I left the sofa and got on my knees in front 
of him, which is exactly what I did.  I was massaging his thrusting 
boymound in the shiny sexy nylon, and getting my mouth ever closer to 
the object of my desires.  The fantastic aroma of the warm nylon and the 
distinct tang of precum met my nostrils as I placed my mouth over 
Steve's bulging cock.  I delicately suckled his delicious juices through 
the material, and then began more firmly to bob my mouth up and down 
over his thrusting packet of joy.  I knew it was time to get the shorts 
down his firm thighs, and get working on his naked cock, so I tugged 
them downwards and they slid easily away from the teenager's bulging 
boymeat.

He had the most glorious quivering cock, more than 6 inches of hard 
young meat, with pearls of precum dripping from the loose foreskin.  I 
grasped its taut length and began to masturbate him vigorously, and as I 
did so Mike said: 'yeah mate, make him shoot his hot boyspunk.  Let's 
see the little fucker jet a stream of creamy cum over his stomach and 
chest.'  I could see that Mike was stroking himself through the white 
nylon Umbro shorts that he had put on in the changing room, lying back 
on the sofa and watching Steve being wanked off next to him.  Meanwhile, 
I was desperate for someone to get working on my own throbbing prick, 
which was tightly confined in my boxers which, of course, I still had on 
under my shop shorts.

As if in answer to my unspoken prayer, Mike got off the sofa and down on 
the floor beside me.  As I began to suck with some enthusiasm and, I 
think from memory, rather noisily on Steve's absolutely delicious 
boystick (his precum dripped like nectar into my grateful mouth), Mike 
knelt by me and began to rub me off in my shorts, massaging my swollen 
bulge so that I began to groan even as I continued to suck off his young 
friend.  With both hands he expertly worked me over, with one feathering 
the front of my slippery nylon shorts, with the other slipping under and 
upwards beneath the left leg.  He quickly
made contact with the silk boxers, and his hand was inside my shorts but 
over the front of my boxers.  The confined space in my shorts seemed to 
excite him, as it meant that my meat was pressed firmly into his warm 
wanking hand.  It felt fucking marvellous, being rubbed towards cum 
heaven by a complete stranger, and in the presence of a load of other 
strangers who were filming every throbbing detail!

Mike wanted to get my shorts off, I could tell, so I lifted myself up on 
my knees and he gradually eased them downwards.  My boxers remained, and 
so did his hand, though he began to slide inside the flyhole and grasped 
the warm boyflesh of my hard horny cock.  God, I wanted him to make me 
cum there and then, but tried to restrain myself so that I could shoot 
my creamy spunkjuice over the front of Steve's red soccer shorts: that's 
what I really wanted. Steve's cock was bucking in my mouth now, so I 
released him and continued to wank him gently with my hand.  

I pulled Steve's legs up on to the sofa, so that he lay on it full 
length, and Mike and I stood over him.  Steve started to wank his own 
cock now, and Mike and I closed together.  My shorts were down at my 
ankles, but I still wore my boxers.  Mike was still in his white nylon 
Umbros.  I rubbed the front of them and they felt fantastic, silky and 
shiny and really sexy.  Mike was really hard in them, his big teencock 
pressing forwards and upwards into my hand.  I slid my hand down the 
front of his shorts and his big hot cock met my grasp. He was so wet, I 
thought for a moment that he had already cum, but it was just a great 
stream of pearly precum.  I agitated his cock inside his shorts, then 
tugged them a little further down and his quivering boymeat was 
released.  The shorts tucked under his meaty balls.  I was masturbating 
him fast now, and Steve was lying back bringing himself off watching us.  
Mike was still rubbing me through my blue silk boxers, but then he timed 
it just right and tugged them down my thighs.  Our cocks sprang 
together, hot and quivering, and we moved up close.  'I want to shoot my 
cum over you, now,' said Mike desperately close to the edge, and I 
smiled and looked downwards just as the first jet of his spunkload 
erupted from the tip of his beautiful boycock.  The teenager emptied his 
load of hot spunk over me, over my stomach, boxers and shorts, so that 
they were soaked with the warm cum.  At that moment there was a last 
groan of ecstasy from the sofa and Steve arched his back as his boyload 
emptied onto his own stomach and chest, creamy and warm and thick.  I 
turned towards Steve and stood over him, just as the overwhelming 
pleasure of my orgasm made my spunk shoot in a warm gushing stream over 
him as he lay there.  The cameramen were breathing rather heavily by 
now, but seemed not to have missed a single juicy stroke.

As the three of us began to recover from our explosive cumshots, I 
looked across to the other side of the shop where I could see Carl (my 
alter ego as the other shop assistant) and young Jamie engaged in 
something pretty wild. Carl had bent Jamie over the shop desk, near the 
till, had pulled his jeans down his legs exposing a pair of white nylon 
briefs, and was sucking his bum through the nylon.  Jamie was moaning 
and groaning like a real pro porn star, and I decided to go and help 
out.  I abandoned my boxers, pulled up my nylon shorts and headed 
across.  As I got closer, I could see that the front of Jamie's nylon 
briefs (on which the third cameraman was now focussing) were really 
damp, and I guessed that Carl had been enjoying himself sucking the 
young boy through the shiny white nylon.  I quite wanted a go at that 
myself.

I joined Carl and Jamie at the counter, and as I approached Jamie turned 
round to face me.  He was so cute, fair and with blue eyes.  I suppose 
he must have been at least 17, but he hardly looked it.  Yet between his 
legs he clearly had a big piece of boymeat bulging in his white nylon 
briefs, and I could see it moving urgently in the hugging material.  I 
wanted to suck him off in his briefs, with his jeans halfway down his 
legs, just as he was.  Carl had wandered off to join the two other lads 
on the sofa, and they seemed to be starting up
another hot session, so I had Jamie to myself.  He smiled shyly at me, 
and then began to stroke himself in his briefs.  What a fucking 
cocktease!

This boy sure knew how to get me going.  His smooth young body and 
close-fitting nylon briefs sent me wild with lust.  I wanted to drink 
his boycum by sucking it through the tight shiny nylon, but first I 
wanted a long lingering suck-off session with this cute twink.  He was 
rubbing himself quite firmly now as I watched, with a broad grin on his 
face.  The briefs had a big wet patch where his urgent young cockhead 
pressed through, and I could clearly see his teenmeat showing through 
the transparent material.  What a horny young lad this was!!  I walked 
right up to Jamie.

'Hi there.  You seem to have been having fun' I said.

'Yeah.  But I've only just started.  I need to be shown how really to 
enjoy myself.'  He blushed as he said this, a bit self-conscious of the 
stilted dialogue that we were manufacturing for the porn shoot.

'Oh, I think I can help you there.  I want to stroke your big boycock in 
your nylon briefs, and make you beg for it.  How much have you got down 
there?'

'Why not check me out?' said Jamie, teasingly.

I closed up to him, and my nylon shorts closed up to his throbbing 
teenage packet.  I slid my shorts up and down against his briefs, and 
the sensation of nylon on nylon was incredible.  I was really hot for 
it, and I could tell that Jamie was also enjoying every moment.  I could 
feel the hardness of his youthful cock pressing through the thin 
transparent fabric into my rapidly dampening shorts.   Our two pricks 
moved as one through the flimsy fabrics.  I slipped my hand down between 
us, and almost fainted as I made contact with this beautiful lad's 
hardness, pressing into my eager grasp through the soft white nylon.

'Oh yeah, rub my cock Justin.  Feel my hard dick and make me shoot my 
load of creamy jizz.'

'Plenty of time for that Jamie.  I want to feel you up through these 
tight sexy briefs.  God, your hard young cock feels fantastic, throbbing 
in my hand. And your balls are so silky and full.'

He closed his eyes and his head fell back, and I gently kissed his soft 
throat.  Over his shoulder, I could see that Steve and Mike were now 
both dressed in full Manchester United strip, and that Carl was on his 
knees massaging each of them in turn through their shorts.  His own shop 
assistant nylon shorts were rounds his ankles, and his big cock was 
sticking up from the front of a tight white jock.

I needed to suck Jamie through the sexy white nylon of his briefs, and I 
wasn't sure that he would be able to hold his youthful cumload back much 
longer, so I headed downwards, passed his absolutely flat and smooth 
stomach, and positioned myself in front of his throbbing mound.  The 
damp briefs were absolutely transparent now, and I knew that the 
cameraman was focussed on them: through them the teenager's big rigid 
cock and fantastic balls showed through, the damp pinkness of the flesh 
forming a very erotic picture trapped in the material.  I feathered him 
lightly through the nylon and Jamie began to moan
quite loudly.  'Come on Jamie, open your legs wide for me kid.'  He did 
just that, and stretched his thighs wide for me.  I closed up, and 
allowed myself the supreme luxury of breathing in the heady scent of 
this teenstud, dressed only in bulging nylon briefs, oozing his luscious 
precum through hugging hot nylon.  And then my mouth made contact, and 
my lips closed gently over the hard cockhead of the randy teenager's 
quivering boymeat.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see that Carl had got Steve's 
shorts down to his ankles, and was sucking hard on the dark-haired lad's 
hard cock. Meanwhile, Mike was fingering Steve's eager hole, loosening 
him up for a bit of hot action.  Mike's own ManU shorts were thrust out 
at the front, and Steve was reaching behind him, fondling his friend's 
big boydick through the flimsy satin.  It looked as if he would shortly 
be getting the fucking that he seemed to be begging for.

I continued to suck Jamie's damp cock through his shiny white briefs, 
and his moaning got louder.  I slipped my hand down into my nylon shorts 
and started to wank myself off towards my second orgasm within 20 
minutes.  Most of all though, I wanted to focus on the pleasure of 
juicing this lad up through his fabulous briefs, and the hardness of his 
big young dick moving in his silky briefs almost made me swoon with 
excitement.  Jamie was resting his hands on the counter behind him, and 
slightly leaning back so that his bulging snowwhite cockmound pressed 
upwards and outwards into my sucking mouth.  He was fantastic, and so 
hot.

I allowed myself the luxury of rubbing him a little bit more with my
fingertips through the transparent nylon, and I could see streams of his 
boyish precum flooding from the uncut tip.  As I moved his eager young 
cock in the confining nylon the sound of it, wet and straining in the 
material, was very clear.  Then I returned to sucking the lad's cock, 
drinking in the newly-released juices.

Just then, I was aware of a hand between my legs, and I looked up to see 
that Darren, the lad who had opened the door for me, had moved across 
and had joined us.  He was wearing the white England soccer strip, which 
always makes me randy, and looked really dreamy. He had started to 
massage my throbbing teenmeat in the tight nylon shorts that I had been 
asked to put on in my role as assistant, and which hugged my crutch 
deliciously.  As I hadn't bothered to put my silk boxers back on since 
my previous cum session,  my cock moved a bit
more easily in the shiny nylon. His hand moved expertly up and down, 
round and over my pressing cockmeat, and he pleasured me fantastically.  
The end of my knob, sticky from my flowing precum, was tingling with 
pleasure and my approaching explosion of spunk.  Darren was standing 
behind me, and reached right under my open legs and in long eager 
strokes massaged my big hard cock through the sliding nylon.  It felt 
fucking marvellous, the nylon riding up and down my extended length, and 
I spread my legs wide to let this eager teen feel me up good and proper.  
He kept rubbing away firmly on my throbbing cock and bulging balls, 
filling with my creamy cum, and I knew that it wouldn't be long before 
my load emptied itself under his expert massage.  I was so full of hot 
spunk.

I hadn't for a moment stopped my suck-off session on young Jamie, who
continued to writhe and moan as my mouth travelled the length of his 
hard boymeat time and again, enjoying every drop of the freely-flowing 
precum honey.  Then with my fingers I very gently tugged the waistband 
of his transparent nylon briefs down a fraction, and the full length of 
the lad's 7 inches of teenflesh sprang free.  I plunged my mouth over 
his mushroom head and head-bobbed him, working him towards his 
approaching orgasm.

Darren's hand continued its expert work between my legs, rubbing me
insistently through the confining shiny nylon shorts.  Up and down he 
stroked, making my tingling dick quiver with the anticipation of its 
impending jizz-off. With my  free hand I reached behind me, and touched 
the front of his soccer shorts.  The glistening whiteness of the English 
strip, which caught the intense brightness of the studio lighting, was 
fantastic, and beneath the shorts I could make out the hardness of 
Darren's big cockmeat.  He was a real stud, his cock was hard and 
rampant, and it pushed firmly into my hand.  

I released Jamie's boydick from my mouth for a moment to shout out 'Oh, 
feel my hard cock Darren.  Rub me hard in my shorts.  Make me shoot my 
hot spunk for you.  I want to cum so much, and I need to do it now.  
Keep stroking my knob in my nylon shorts.  Yeaah, go for it.  Rub me 
off.'

Darren responded by increasing the rhythm of his strokes on my cock, and 
my nylon shorts got wetter and wetter with my flowing precum.  Jamie 
looked at me being wanked in my shorts and smiled, and then with his own 
hand began to masturbate his young cock, so shiny and hard with the 
glistening cobweb threads of his juicy precum.  I slid my hand down the 
front of Darren's white shorts, grasped his wet cockhead, and agitated 
the foreskin.  The three of us were close to cumming, and there were now 
two cameramen round us, together with the sound guy. They were having a 
field day, with three hot teencocks to focus on, all close to exploding 
their spunk.

Then Jamie began to buckle, and I plunged my mouth back over his hot 
hard cock.  I felt him tense up, and then he began to shoot his creamy 
boycum into my mouth.  It was incredible - the youngster had so much hot 
spunk to give. My mouth began to fill up, and then the white cum began 
to burst from my mouth.  He had so much boycream, I couldn't believe it.  
On and on he went, pumping jets of the delicious thick creamy cum into 
my mouth.  My face was covered in thick wads of his white spunk, and 
still he shot.  As he did so, he yelled and groaned with the exquisite 
pleasure.  That did for me, and I could feel my own hot cum topple over 
the point of no return.  I arched my bum upwards, and Darren knew that I 
was about to cum.  He timed it perfectly, giving two more slow strokes 
on my tingling cock through the hugging nylon, and then flipping my 
cockhead free from the top of my shorts.  My wad of hot spunk splattered 
onto the floor, and over his hand, which continued to stroke me as I 
came.

Darren himself was getting really close, and my hand down the front of 
his soccer shorts wanked feverishly at the swollen end of his teenage 
hardness. He too tensed for a moment, and then the warm cum flooded over 
my hand and filled up his shorts, soaking them with the thickness of his 
boycream.  In the middle of all this horny action, I noticed with some 
amusement one of the cameraman gently stroking himself through the 
outside of his jeans, which were stretched tight.  Good to know that 
they were human, I thought!  Over the
cameraman's shoulder, I took in the sight of  Mike outstretched on the 
sofa, his legs raised up either side of his head, with Steve deep inside 
him fucking him for all he was worth.  Carl meanwhile was pumping a load 
of his teencream over Steve's back, and both Steve and Mike had their 
ManU shorts down by their ankles.

A few minutes later, we all subsided, and relaxed by gently stroking 
each other in our satiated state.  Dave, the producer, brought some 
beers over for us all and congratulated us on what he said was some 
fantastic action.  He also said that it would make a great video.   I 
left shortly after with Jamie, and he came back to my place for a couple 
of drinks and the most fantastically horny session I've had (in 
private!) for a long time.  Maybe I'll tell you about that some time.


This was all a few weeks ago: I rang Dave a few days ago to see if there 
was a chance of more work, and he's asked me to join Jamie and some 
other lads to make a video based on a college soccer team.  He also told 
me that they've almost finished editing the sports shop video.  Look out 
for it: it's going to be called Sports Shop Teen Orgy.


If you enjoyed this, and like guys in shorts and briefs, send me 
something hot: scott_justin51@hotmail.com