Date: Sun, 19 Aug 2001 03:45:12  -0500
From: british <british@badpuppy.com>
Subject: Soccer sensation-2

Here is part 2

DISCLAIMER:

This is the third story that I have written and is based very loosely on
my sexual adventures over the years. The first story 'Old School Ties'
gave a fictionalised account of some aspects of my life during my school
years and after. This one tells the story of something that happened
during my time at University. If you like the stories let me know as I
have quite a few more that I could tell.

WARNING:

Do not read this story if you are in any way offended by acts of a
homosexual nature.

Do not read this if you are under the legal age for accessing adult
sites.

Always indulge in safe sex.

SOCCER SENSATION 2

Part Two: Peter's story

I could hardly wait for Wednesday to arrive and my attention span in
lectures was less than usual. My prick seemed to have a mind of its own,
getting hard and demanding attention quite often. However, keen to
retain a good supply for young Peter I refrained from giving it the
relief it craved.

When Peter arrived, on time like the previous Monday. We wasted little
time in getting down to business. I told him as I ran my fingers over
the bulge in his tracksuit and squeezed his stiffening rod gently
between my fingers that I was going to suck him off first tonight and as
I was doing that he could tell me about his past adventures, as
promised.

I slowly pulled down Peter's tracksuit, which revealed as last time a
rampant uncut cock. The skin on his cock was quite dark and the shaft
was surrounded at the base by black pubic hairs that smelt delicious.
The head beneath the foreskin was a purple colour, much darker than
mine, which was much more pink. To start with I ran my hand slowly and
sensuously up the silky skin of his stiff cock shaft. It felt so good
and when I reached the head, I slid the silky foreskin over the ridge
and then equally gently pulled it back down again. Peter sighed with
pleasure as I worked my hand up and down his dick, redistributing more
and more of his pre-cum over the head and down the shaft.

"If you keep that up, Steve, I'll cum straight away", Peter said
breathlessly.

I knew what I was doing and I lowered my mouth onto the horny young
teen's cock and began to suck him with long sensuous sweeps up and down
his shaft, licking and tonguing his sensitive areas. I wanted him to cum
quickly and then I would have a longer - much longer - time the second
time around. So I kept going and Peter began to gasp as he lost control
of his overactive balls. Even if he had wanted to Peter could not stop
the inevitable rush that had begun. His balls drew up inside his sack,
his cock head hardened and jet after jet of creamy young hot tasty cum
shot into my mouth and on down into my stomach. Peter thrashed about
trying to push the whole of his cock down my throat and groaned and
moaned as his orgasm overwhelmed him. I swallowed every drop and started
to lick him clean but his cock was becoming very sensitive and he had
to withdraw it from my mouth. Peter grinned at me and said,

"My turn, Steve. I'm going to give that prick of your's another good
sucking."

However as he grabbed for my football shorts and pulled them down
sharply and pulled away from him and told him that I would not let him
suck me - not yet.

"You can have it all later, Peter, but first I want to hear how you
became so accomplished at cock sucking and whilst you're telling me I'll
suck you off again. Then I'll shoot my hot jizz right down your throat,
but not 'til then. Deal?" I murmured at him in a friendly way.

"Deal" was Peter's response, although I could sense some disappointment
in his tone.

In recompense I lay back and watched as he sat nursing my prick gently
and wiping some drops of pre-cum off the piss-slit. This clear liquid he
carefully gathered onto his fingers and then licking the my juice into
his mouth.

Then Peter began his tale.

Peter's father had always been a pub landlord and they had moved around
a bit before settling in the part of London where they currently were.
Peter's education had been OK but he had often moved schools until he
got to 11 when he went to secondary school. As an only child Peter had
made friends but had lost touch with all but a few when he moved. When
he went to the local school at 11 his father promised him that he would
stay until he finished his schooling at 16 and that he could join the
local scout troop. What Peter's father did not know was that he had
already recently had a sexual experience with an older boy. During the
summer holidays and just before he started at his new senior school,
Peter had met the boy out walking in some nearby woods. As they
approached a quiet spot, the older boy had said that he needed to pee
and asked Peter to keep watch for anyone coming. The size and shape of
the other boy's prick, which lacked skin over the end, had fascinated
Peter and he had stared at it. The boy had asked Peter if he liked what
he saw and when Peter had nodded had said that he could touch it if he
liked. Peter nervously touched the boy's prick and as he did so noticed
that his own cock had gone hard. The older boy who had spotted the bulge
quickly unzipped Peter's short pants and pulled out his small but stiff
cock. The boy had rubbed it quite hard and after several minutes, Peter
had experienced a new and amazing sensation - his first dry orgasm. As
he recovered from the 'high' the older boy had suggested that Peter
might like to do the same for him and taught how to wank someone off.
Soon the older lad was ready to shoot and with only the briefest of
warnings to his young friend proceeded to spray hot cum all over the
place. Peter was fascinated and he was hooked. After they had tidied up
and each had left for their homes Peter could not get the image of the
events out of his head. He was determined to repeat the experience if
not with the mystery boy, then with someone else - and the sooner the
better!

Peter had started school and scouts almost on the same day and was glad
to find that a few of the boys from school were also in the scouts. He
wasn't all that bothered about the badges but the idea of camping
appealed. Perhaps this would give him an opportunity to try out his
newfound interests with other boys. As luck would have it the scout
troop was planning a short weekend camp a couple of weeks from the date
of Peter joining. The camp was to take place in the Ashdown Forest in
Kent and so on the Friday evening Peter and about 14 other boys headed
down in a van to the campsite. Before they pitched their tents, the boys
had been placed into groups and Peter was pleased to note that he was
with three boys from his school - David, Andrew and Roger. The four boys
erected their tent and headed back for their supper. They played some
games and then were sent to bed early as it had been a long day and
there was to be plenty of activity in the morning. Peter and his friends
retired to the tent and prepared for bed. Andrew the oldest of the four
whispered that they would have to be quiet but if anyone wanted to wank
off he was game. With that he proceeded to unzip his trousers and pull
them off along with his pants revealing a nice short stubby uncut cock
to his companions. Peter watched as the other two boys followed suit and
they too revealed different sized uncut cocks. This left Peter the only
one fully clothed. Andrew put a reassuring arm around him and gently
undid Peter's trousers and soon he too was as naked as the rest. Once
this feat as achieved Andrew began to slowly rub his cock shaft and pull
the loose foreskin backwards and forwards over the head. He proudly
announced that since last they had been camping together he had had his
first wet cum and hoped to have another one shortly. Peter, David and
Roger gathered round to watch this great event as none of them could yet
produce spunk. After a lot of effort Andrew's cock spat out a small
amount of rather milky cum but the boys all admired his effort. The
three other boys remained unable to produce cum but worked hard on their
cocks to produce the warm glow of dry orgasm.

A second frustration for Peter was that there seemed to be no interest
in mutual pleasure among his tent mates. Andrew had made that very clear
when Roger had suggested that they might wank each other off. Also
Peter was concerned that all four of the boys had skin on the end of
their dicks and he wondered if the boy he had met earlier in the summer
was a freak of nature. Peter thought that what he and his friends did
together in the tent was good fun but he yearned to see another spouting
prick like the one he had seen earlier in the summer. He also yearned
to shoot cum himself - a feat that he achieved a few weeks later.
Indeed, the New Year had brought several changes in fortune for Peter.
Shortly after his first wet cum he had stayed late at the scout hut to
help with some task or other. The work was being supervised by Paul
Dixon a handsome nearly fifteen year old. Paul was a boy that Peter
liked enormously and volunteered to help with the dirty job after which
Paul had suggested that they have a quick shower before they went home.
The two boys quickly stripped off and as they stepped into the shower
Peter noticed that Paul's prick was very large and that it had no skin
at the end. Paul saw the younger boy looking at his prick and asked
Peter whether he had ever seen a circumcised prick before and pointed at
his exposed head. Peter had replied that he had seen one once before
but did not know anything about circumcision. Paul explained that his
parents had decided to have him cut at birth but that his prick still
worked very well and in order to prove his point he started to wank
slowly. Peter's cock sprang stiff as he watched and the older boy
reached over and touched the much smaller erection. Peter responded by
grasping the older boy's shaft and rubbing it hard and vigorously. The
effect was electric as Paul began to breathe faster and Peter also began
to feel the start of his orgasm. Paul's prick exploded all over the
younger boy's hand and chest and almost simultaneously Peter's cock was
firing its rather weaker jet of cum onto his older friend's fist. Both
boys agreed that they had enjoyed found the experience deeply satisfying
and as the weeks went on Peter and Paul spent more time together.
During this period the older scout taught the younger boy how to suck
and be sucked, skills that were not entirely in accord with the Boy
Scout's manual!

Another change had also come over Peter's life. The lessons he was
learning from Paul, he was putting to good use at school. By chance
Peter had met a fellow classmate who shared his specific interests. They
had found each other alone in the school toilets and it was clear that
neither of them was there for a piss! Once they had established their
mutual interests and needs a short but very satisfactory wank session
had taken place and arrangements made for a repeat performance very soon
thereafter.

So it was that what Peter learned at Scouts he was more than happy to
pass on to his friend Gavin. Gavin, like Paul, was cut but equally
fascinated by Peter's flap of skin at the head of his cock. This may
have been because unlike Paul, Gavin had not been circumcised until he
was 9; the result of not being able to pee properly and this problem had
caused an infection in his foreskin. Peter was shocked to learn that
his friend had had his dick cut at such an age and Gavin had told him
that it did not hurt but that he often wondered what it would be like to
have remained uncut. The two boys had become regular sex partners and
remained so even though both boys liked to widen their experience. This
was why Peter had determined to try to have sex with me and how well he
had succeeded!

After he had left I wondered how many other 'experiments' Peter had
engaged in with other boys and young men. I also wondered about his
friend Gavin. I assumed that they had their meetings at school as the
pub was not a safe place for such activity and Peter never seemed to
come home late from school except when he was at football training,
which I knew he took seriously.

With these thoughts I retired to bed but my prick needed some more
attention and thinking about Peter's mouth working on my prick I
finished myself off, shooting a smaller but still reasonable load into
my hand. After I had licked my hand clean, wishing it was Peter's cum I
was eating rather than my own. I drifted off into a well-served sleep,
dreaming of my next meeting with Peter, which would take place hopefully
on Friday.

to be continued.....

If you like the story, please let me know

british@badpuppy.com