Date: Mon, 27 Aug 2001 12:26:26  -0500
From: british <british@badpuppy.com>
Subject: Soccer Sensation 5

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.

Thanks to those of you who have written to me. Hope you like this
episode. I'm away for a couple of weeks on vacation so there won't be
another chapter for a little while. Hope this will be enough to keep you
 going (or should that be cumming?).

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 5

Part Five: Four become five!!!

I woke up on Monday morning after my evening with Mark with my usual
morning hard on but decided not to take action to remedy the problem
with the hope that I would be meeting Peter, Gavin and Mark later in the
 day. As I had no lectures until after lunch I lazily lounged in bed
before getting up and dressed.

I noticed that in the mat there were a number of items of mail. The
first was a package, which contained another video from Mark and a note.
 The note said that he had a meeting that night and would not be able to
 meet Gavin and me as he had hoped. He added that he knew that Peter
would be at the same meeting so he would not be attending either. Mark
suggested that I might like to watch the enclosed video, which was
another teen sex video, which he thought Gavin, and I would enjoy. I
rather doubted that Gavin would come without Peter. The second note in
the mail confirmed this view. It was hastily scribbled by Peter to say
that he had to go to a scout meeting and that his and Gavin's next
'mat
 delayed until Wednesday.

The third item was a letter from my oldest friend Terry Champion who I
had known since I was five years old. Terry had lived nearby and we had
been best friends at primary school. He and his parents had been very
kind to me when my own parents had been killed in an accident and,
although our paths went separate ways, we had remained strong friends.
Nothing sexual ever happened between us. I knew he was uncut because I
had seen his dick quite often. On one occasion when we were still very
young we had speculated that the fold of skin at the end of his dick was
 due to the fact that he was slightly older than I was and that when I
grew up the exposed end of my cut cock would grown a piece of skin like
his. I also knew that Terry's interests in girls began almost as soon as
 he began wanking. Terry was, however, the best footballer I had ever
known and he had joined a professional league club as a trainee at the
age of fifteen. After playing first team league football he had been
transferred to a major football club and was soon becoming a regular
member of the side. I knew from a previous letter that he was likely
return from injury for the game in London this Monday evening.

I opened the letter from Terry and out dropped a letter and attached to
it was two tickets for the evening game. I read the letter, which as
usual was not all that long:

Dear Steve

How's it going? I'm going to be playing tonight and thought you and a
friend could use the enclosed tickets if you don't mind sitting with the
 'away' crowd. Also two tickets for the players lounge for a drink
after. I'll see you in there if you make it. There's something important
 I need to ask you.

Will write again soon but hope to see you tonight.

Terry

Well I wouldn't be having the pleasure of Peter, Gavin and Mark but I
would be going to the football. This wasn't as good but it was not a bad
 compensation! Terry knew that I always tried to get to games nearby
when he was playing but as usual he had guessed
ticket for this all-ticket game.

I might have invited Gavin but I was not sure where he lived and was not
 sure either how much he liked to watch soccer. There might be someone
at College I could ask when I got there later in the morning.

As usual on a Monday I travelled into College after the rush hour, as I
did not have any lectures until after lunch. I went to the lunchroom and
 bought a sandwich and settled down to see if any friends came in whom I
 could ask to go with me to the football that evening. None of my usual
footballing contacts came in and I was resigned to going to the match
alone.

After my final class of the day I bought and burger and decided to head
off towards the stadium. It was a big all ticket game and I wanted to
get there early and avoid the crown. On the train travelling towards the
 ground I noticed a blond haired youth get on at a later stop and sit
down opposite me. He was a little younger than myself dressed in the
colours of Terry's team. I smiled at him and called him over and asked,

"Going to the game? It should be good tonight - a real top of the table
match."

My fellow traveller looked at me and replied ruefully,

"I hope so, but I haven't got a ticket and I don't have that much money
to buy one."

"Your luck's in. I've got a spare ticket for tonight I'm a mate of Terry
 Champion and he sent me two tickets for the game and for the Players'
lounge afterwards. You're welcome to have my spare if you would like
it."

"Bloody hell. I would. Don't know how much it will mean to get in. I can
 give you a few pounds for it if you want" was his immediate reply.

"Don't be silly. I got them for nothing. Why should I charge you for
them? By the way if we are to be companions for the evening we might as
well know who we are, so my name is Steve." I said.

"And I'm Jim. I really don't know how to thank you. We're going to have
a great evening and I can't believe I'll get to meet some of my heroes
afterwards."

My decision to offer Jim the spare ticket was made easier n
s team but the fact that he was rather good
looking with blue eyes and quite full lips. Above all, however, he had a
 large packet that was shown off to the full by his tight jeans.

Jim and I got off the train and walked towards the entrance to the
ground. We had to go to the far side of the stadium to get to the gate
for visiting supporters and passed through into the ground. I checked
where our seats were and then we went off in search of more food. By
this time the ground was beginning to fill up so we moved to our seats
and awaited the kick off.

The game was very tight fought but half way through the second half
Terry's great run down the wing and his inch perfect cross led to the
only goal of the game. After that Terry, who had only just returned to
the side after injury was substituted and went off to an early bath.
When our team scored Jim and I cheered as loud as the rest of the group
in our area but as we sat back down I managed to 'accidentally' graze
his tight jeans with my hand. I was not sure but I thought that after
this touch my new found friend began to press his leg a bit more
obviously against my own leg.
When the game was over Jim and I found our way to the Players' lounge,
which was full, so we had to push our way to the bar to get a drink. Jim
 was just behind me and I was now sure that he was pushing into my arse
a bit more closely than was necessary even in that crowd. He continued
to press against me as I ordered and paid for two beers. Then we tried
to find a bit of space to drink our beers and wait for Terry.

The wait seemed to go on forever but eventually Terry appeared in the
doorway and after stopping to sign autographs and speak to other fans,
he walked over to where I was standing. I though Jim was going to pass
out with excitement as I introduced him to Terry who agreed that he
would get the whole team to sign the programme and send it back to him
via me. Then Terry turned to me and said in a serious voice,

"Thing is, Steve, me and Lizzie are going to g
ou to be best man. You're my oldest friend
 and the most intelligent and I can't think of anyone better to do the
job. And Lizzie thinks so too. You will do it won't you?"

"Of course I will, Terry", I replied, "wild horses wouldn't stop me.
Just tell me the time and place and I'll be there. I'm flattered and
honoured to be asked."

Before we could discuss any details, Terry was whisked away by other
fans and Jim and I were left alone again. Jim looked at his watch and
said,

"Is that the time? I'll have to go. My mum's going to be worried stiff
if I'm not back in soon."

"Where do you live?" I asked.

When Jim told me I realised he lived very close to me and told him so.
His eyes lit up and lit up even more when I suggested that we go back
together.

We were quite lucky in that we got to the station and there was a train
due almost immediately. The station was quite crowded and so was the
train so we were crushed against each other for several stops. As we got
 on I pushed both hands into my jeans pockets and Jim stood facing me
with his groin right close to mine. As the train moved about I could
feel his thighs push against my hands and he smiled at me and said,

"I really am most grateful for the opportunity to see the game tonight
and if I can shown my appreciation in any way, please don't hesitate to
ask."

While he was speaking he had moved even closer and I felt something hard
 push against the hands in my jeans. I moved my hand slightly so that I
could give it a better feel of this hard object. Jim continued to look
straight at me and we both knew that if the other wanted to back off we
could put the incident down to the movement of the train.

But, of course, neither of us did want to back down! The train crowds
began to thin out and we found a seat and I sat down with Jim standing
right in front of me, his crotch level with my eyes and he was obviously
 holding his boner with his hand in his pocket. His hand made slight but
 obvious wanking movements and I looked up and gave him a no
 coming up and although I should have gone on a couple
more stations I got up and left the train with him. As we left the
station entrance, Jim whispered to me,

"We can't go to my place because there are people at home but I know an
old derelict building nearby if you want to go there."

I nodded at Jim and said, "Let's go!"

Arriving at the derelict house, Jim led me to a dark corner and as I
approached his hands reached out and began to feel my stiffening prick
through my jeans. I leaned into him and used my hands to feel Jim's hard
 boner and gently unzipped his jeans. I pushed my hands inside and was
rewarded with a hard dick shaft bulging in his underpants which I
readily took hold of. I was just starting to work my way up to the head
of his dick when Jim groaned and said,

"Oh no. Sorry."

I thought he had changed his mind but that wasn't it at all because at
that moment the hard shaft I was holding throbbed violently and his shot
 a large load of hot teenage cum out of the head and into his
underpants. I could feel the squelchy mess and he said,

"Sorry. I can never hold back when I'm excited, but I am more than ready
 to wank you off if you want."

"Don't worry about it Jim", I replied, "I'll hope to get another load
off you before you go home and somewhere better than in your underpants
too!!"

As I spoke I leant down and started to suck some of the jizz from the
material of his pants, which I pulled slowly down to expose a rather
attractive and nicely proportioned uncut dick. Jim's shiny glans
remained completely uncovered except for a tiny bit of skin just by the
rim. I took the head n my mouth and licked it clean and the teenager
sighed loudly as he fumbled to release my hot dick. He reached in and
slid my cut cock head out from my underpants and began to run his
fingers down the shaft pausing to gently rub the slight ridge where the
circumcision scar was. He reached back up and took some of the pre-cum
from my piss slit and began to rub it over my hardening shaft as I
continue
ered,

"Do you want to go inside the building. It clean and safe and we could
be more comfortable."

I nodded my agreement and the two of us crept inside the building and
found a suitable space to lie down and get undressed. Soon we were both
naked and from the pale light that came in from the streetlights outside
 we each took the chance to admire each other's dick. I moved the loose
skin back over the head of Jim's cock as he played gently with my hard
shaft and streaked it with my still copious pre-cum. Without a word Jim
moved down so that his head was level with my prick. Then he opened his
mouth and took it inside his mouth using his full lips to create an
incredible suctioning effect as he drew the head and shaft deep into his
 throat. Jim's cock was showing signs of coming back to life as I licked
 and sucked his flaccid shaft, big balls and beyond to his tender arse
hole. We were both moaning with pleasure at we used our mouths to good
effect. I was looking forward to being sucked off by Jim who seemed well
 equipped to perform that task when he suddenly stopped and let my prick
 fall from his lips and said rather shyly,

"Would you be willing to fuck me? I think I owe you at least that for
this evening."

I hadn't had a fuck for some time and was more than eager to shove my
prick up Jim's arse but I hardly knew the lad. So I replied,

"Only if you're sure. You don't look old enough to have been fucked
much."

"Well actually I'm 17 next week and you'd be surprised how many times
I've been fucked not least by my uncle who's a local builder and started
 doing me when I was 14. I like your prick though and want to have it up
 me, so do it now!" came Jim's reply.

I didn't wait a second time but moved him gently onto his side and moved
 the head of my prick to his tight hole. Once there I gently pushed the
well-lubricated head and found that his hole opened quite readily. I was
 in and pushed on further so that more and more of my shaft was buried
in his guts. Then I felt my balls slap agains
 As I did so Jim pushed back and so we began a slow
 but steady rhythm. As my fucking motion speeded up I reached round and
took hold of Jim's hard cock and I wanked him in time to the fucking.

"Oh yes, Steve wank and fuck me together. Make me cum again." Jim gasped
 as I went in and out of his eager hole.

"Yeah. You're a great fuck, Jim", I replied growing breathless as my
orgasm approached. "And I'm going to shoot my hot cum deep into you any
second now. Are you near to cumming too?"

"Yes. I'm almost there", Jim gasped as he too fought to control his
breathing.

I was there and I started to throb and spit my cum down my fuck tube and
 into Jim's bowels. As I did so he tightened his grip on my shaft and I
recognised the signs that he too was about to shoot. Still wanking his
shaft furiously with one hand, I held the other close to the inflamed
head and caught several shots of cum as they fired out. I raised the
hand to my lips and took some in my mouth before offering the rest to
Jim, who eagerly lapped it up.

My prick began to lose its hardness and gently slid down and out of
Jim's arse with one final plop. Jim was also softening and after a lot
of hugging, we slowly got dressed. Jim's mum was going to have a fit
when he got in he was so late but neither he nor I cared. We had had a
wonderful evening together. I gave Jim my address and he gave me a
number where I could reach him and we agreed that we would have another
'football' evening very, very soon.

To be continued....

If you like this story, please let me know as you comments are always
encouraging and worthwhile. Email me at british@badpuppy.com