Date: Mon, 13 May 2002 11:22:30 +0000
From: justin scott <scott_justin51@hotmail.com>
Subject: Sixth Form Video - 2

SIXTH FORM VIDEO - 2

by JUSTIN SHORTS  (scott_justin51@hotmail.com)

It took me a few minutes to recover from the encounter with Tim, and I
watched as the teenager's beautiful cock began to soften slowly beneath his
cum-soaked briefs.  Then he slipped out of them and discarded them, and
though I
was momentarily tempted to scoop them up and claim them as a prize I thought
better of it.  There would be other opportunities during the day, I was
quite
certain, for trophy-hunting.

Dave directed us to the staff room which had an adjacent washroom, where we
freshened up and redressed.  He headed off to get things set up for the next
scene, which he told me was going to start off in the school gym.  I reached
for my sports bag and selected a white jock, and pulled my nylon Adidas
soccer shorts up over them.  I felt really comfortable, and ready for
anything.

I made my way down the corridor to the gym and pushed open the door.  Four
boys were gathered round the vault, all dressed in skimpy nylon shorts and
white teeshirts.  There always seemed to be a wonderful symmetry to the way
Dave set up his scenes - two of the lads were dark-haired, the other two
blond.  But in one way they were all remarkably well-matched - they were all
as cute as hell, and hardly looked their 18 years.  One of them was Jamie,
and I've mentioned before that he looked closer to 17, and could even pass
for younger.  It occurred to me as I gazed at the bunch of teens that this
was the one thing that was unrealistic about the whole set up, as in reality
I don't think that you would find such consistent beauty in a random group
of
sixth-formers.  Not a spot in sight, nobody puny, each boy filling his
shorts with a healthy-looking bulge.

Tim didn't reappear for this session.  Maybe Dave felt that the boy needed
time to generate more spunk before releasing it again.  I was flattered that
he felt that I could go straight into the next performance - or maybe my
role
was to be more passive this time.  Not too passive, I sincerely hoped, as I
eyed up the four youngsters playing around the gym apparatus.

The cameras got into position, and I was amused to see how a couple of the
teenagers suddenly got more self-conscious as they realised that things were
about to happen.  And then we were off, Dave simply telling me that I was to
have the supervising role for the session, that one of the boys would be
slightly injured (groin strain - surprise, surprise), and that I would take
him back with one of the other lads to the staff room for a bit of physio.

I was pleased that Jamie was there.  I really had a thing about him.  Not
only was he beautiful, he was also fantastically sexy, and I had discovered
that time we had made the sports shop video that there was nothing he
wouldn't try out - he just got hornier.  As if reading my thoughts Dave
whispered in my ear: 'I'm saving Jamie for later for you - a reward at the
end of the day in the grand finale!  Ryan's the one who will need your
skilful massage.  Wait till you see his cock.'

That suited me well enough.  Ryan was dark with coal-black eyes and
incredibly sensual lips.  His hair was cut really short, making him look
like a little tough.  A nice bit of rough stuff, but pretty with it.  And
muscular, without being over the top.  He filled his teeshirt fantastically,
and the teenager's nipples pressed through the soft cotton.  But there was
no
spare fat anywhere.  He was going over the vault, working up a bit of a
sweat, and the other lads were watching.  They began to enter the spirit of
the thing, and their awareness of the cameras began to fade.

As I approached to start my appointed role as supervising gym teacher, Jamie
turned and smiled at me, and I returned that little signal.  Not even
Darren,
who had also taken part in the sports shop video, quite knew just how
intimate Jamie and I had got after the shoot.  It had been pretty hot stuff
in the filming itself, but what went on in my flat later in the evening was
just incredible.  Maybe I'll tell you about that some time, if you want.

The four boys now took it in turns to go over the vault, and I stood at the
side to support them as they landed.  As each came off the vault, they
pressed into me for support, and I enjoyed the sensation of healthy young
teenage boys, warm and keen to do as well as the previous one, competing for
my attention.  Even in that set-up situation, the boys' natural instinct to
outdo each other came to the fore.

They jumped in the order of Ryan, Chris (blond), Matt (dark) and finally
Jamie (blond).  The second time that Jamie landed he slightly missed his
footing and lurched forwards, and as I reached to support him my hand went
around his waist.  He had his back to the other boys, and I swiftly let my
hand go around to the front of his shorts and cupped his cock and gave it a
gentle rub.  I was amazed - he was already hardening!  I'm not sure the
camera got any of this, probably not, but that was not my intention - this
was a purely private lust.

It was Ryan's turn again to go over, and as he landed he too fell forward,
though I realised at once that this was contrived.  'Aaah, my leg' he called
out.

'Are you alright?  Can you put your weight on it?'

'Not really, sir' said Ryan.  'I think I've pulled a muscle'.  He limped
convincingly a few paces.

'Right, can one of you lads give Ryan a hand to the staff room.  I need to
give him some treatment.'

Blond Chris stepped forward at once, and supported Ryan who put an arm
around
his shoulder.  Very charming too they looked, I thought, and decided that I
would see what I could do with the two of them in a few minutes time.  I
walked ahead of them and opened the door of the staff room.  Well, what a
surprise - there was a cameraman in there already, and he tracked us as we
came in.  There was a kind of couch in the middle of the room, and Chris
helped Ryan on to it.  Ryan lay back on it and covered his eyes with his
hand.  A bit too much like a Victorian melodrama, maybe, except that not
many
of them involve teenagers in well-filled shorts, so far as I know.  Could be
wrong.  I'm not sure what happened to Jamie and Matt - at least, I found out
later that night when I was alone with Jamie, and he told me all.

'OK?  Any better?' I asked Ryan.

'Well, better to be off my feet, sir, but it's painful.'

'Where's the pain?  In your calf?'

'No sir, higher up, more in this region.'  And the clever boy, learning
fast,
touched the bottom of his shorts, lifting them slightly as he did so to
reveal the very top of his thigh.  'It aches here', and he rubbed the thigh
just under his shorts.

'Let me try to help' I said, excited by the utter predictability of it.  I
suppose lots of us have imagined that kind of situation countless times, but
I can assure you that even enacting it in the context of a porn video
doesn't
in any way rob it of its thrill.  Even though I knew that what would follow
was an almost guaranteed success (Ryan was not being paid to cold-shoulder
me) I somehow wanted to play it for real.  I wanted to seduce him, not just
to play to the cameras, but to convince myself that this was a prize that
needed to be won.

My hand replaced his on his thigh, though I didn't yet venture beneath his
shorts.  I began to massage gently, pressing his warm flesh in a kind of
circular motion.  After a minutes or two, I moved my hand up his leg, and
just beneath his soft nylon shorts.  I felt him tense instinctively, so
continued gently to massage until I felt him relax once more.

'Good, how does that feel?'

'That's OK sir, thanks.  Feels a lot better already.'

'Right, now while I check things out on your other leg to make sure that's
damage free, I want you Chris to keep massaging Ryan gently in that areas,
to
keep his circulation going.'

Chris looked a bit nervous at this, but approached at once and sat alongside
Ryan on the couch.  I took hold of his hand, placing it firmly at the top of
Ryan's leg, and then left him to massage.  I noticed that he followed my
earlier example by heading just under Ryan's white nylon soccer shorts.

Ryan lay back with his eyes closed as he received this attention.  I
wondered
whether he was trying to work himself up to an erection, or trying to
control
one.  Time would reveal all...  As Chris continued to rub Ryan's upper
thigh,
I noticed that he sat with his legs casually apart, the beautiful fair hairs
on his own creamy legs catching the sunlight as it came through the staff
room window.  What a sight.  A glimpse of teen paradise.

The cameras were all around us now, I think alternating between close-ups of
Ryan's shorts and what was going on around them, and shots of each of us in
turn.  As Chris sat with his legs open, one of the camera guys got on his
knees and positioned himself between the teenager's open legs, preparing for
what would follow.

I made out that I was testing Ryan's other leg.  The I took charge again.
'Right, I think I need to check you out more closely.  Let's slip your
shorts
down a bit.'  Ryan actually blushed as I said this, the gorgeous kid, but
raised himself up a bit all the same and allowed me to tug the soft nylon
shorts downwards.

I heard Chris gasp as the two of us saw Ryan's light blue silk briefs come
into view, very small and hugging.  By the size of his bulge, this youngster
had a real mouthful to offer, and he wasn't even hard yet!  I moved my hand
back and again lightly stroked his upper thighs, every now and then allowing
my knuckles to brush the silky briefs.  They were tremendous, and warm with
his boymeat.  Chris watched intently, breathing fast, and I saw that between
his open legs there was a definite tenting in his shorts.  The cameraman's
instincts to get down there had been right.

'Any feeling of strain here?' I asked quietly, and tentatively touched the
front of his powder blue silk briefs.  Ryan answered faintly - 'I don't
think
so'.

'Can't be too careful though' I said, and felt a bit more firmly on the
outside of the silk.  The boy's youthful cockmeat moved gently under my
hand,
and began to stir.  He was mine.

'Well, perhaps I do feel a twinge there', he said.

I rubbed more firmly this time, and the teenshaft began to grow under my
expert touch.  I pressed against his hardening tube, and felt the young
man's
warm cockmeat expand.  The briefs moved and gave as they began to fill with
the teenager's stiffening boyflesh, the shape of it so evident as the light
blue material hugged his cock delicately.  His full heavy balls formed a
soft
pouch beneath.

'That feels really good', I said.  'But I must check very carefully.
Actually Chris, you can help me here.  I'm going to take some pictures in
case we need them for the doctor, so could you continue to massage him in
the
same as this.'

I took the still camera from the table where Dave had left it, and focussed
on Ryan's now bulging silk-clad crutch as Chris began to rub the youngster
through the material.  Ryan began to murmur and moan, and Chris seemed to be
really aroused by this as he pressed his hand  over the front of his own
white nylon shorts.

I clicked away happily, first snapping Ryan's pouch, then moving to Chris as
his hand pressed into his shining nylon shorts.  Then Ryan pulled Chris
towards him, and the two lads lay side by side on the couch.  Ryan's blue
silk briefs pressed into Chris's white nylon shorts, and instinctively the
two soccer kids pressed their hardening cockmounds against each other, pouch
to pouch.  All pretence at a storyline was abandoned, and it was now the
need
for horny sex that drove them on.  The teens began to kiss, open-mouthed,
their
warm young bodies pressing firmly into each other through their white
teeshirts, silk and nylon cockpackets pushing and rubbing together quite
audibly.  Then Chris reached upwards and pulled his teeshirt upwards and
over
his head, and a moment later Ryan did the same, so that the two boys were
now
clothed just in briefs and shorts, and white sports socks.

I put the camera down and joined the action again, deciding that I had to
suck teencock whilst still covered in nylon.  I turned to Chris and began to
massage the boy's hot hard cock through the thin nylon shorts.  He wore
nothing underneath, I could tell, and he felt to have about 6 inches of
boymeat ready for anything.  I wanted to explore it further, so I slipped my
hand up his shorts and made contact with the hot cock.  His skin was taut
and
very slippery from precum, and his foreskin moved easily as I pulled on his
young uncut dick and gently wanked him.  His balls were tight but
surprisingly big and I gave them a gentle rub beneath the nylon.  I badly
wanted to suck the boy's cock, so I positioned myself by him and felt him up
more,
beneath his shorts, manoeuvring his hot hard prick so that it pointed
upwards.  Its shape was clearly outlined in his shorts.  Then I began to
suck
the meaty boydick through the damp nylon of his sexy soccer kit, sieving the
delicate satiny precum through the shimmering white fabric.

I drank eagerly on the teenager's nectar, enjoying the sounds of his
helpless
moaning.  Then I watched fascinated as Ryan stood over Chris and lowered
himself down onto the boy's face, so that his tight silk blue briefs pressed
over the blond teen's mouth.  Chris responded at once, his tongue lapping
the
soft silky material of Ryan's bulging joy package.  And then Chris began to
move his lips up and down the length of Ryan's throbbing 18-year-old
boycock,
as if there was no silk between his mouth and the quivering hot teenflesh.
Ryan went wild at this, enjoying the blond's warm breath on his briefs.

Under my own shorts, my white jock was bursting for attention.  I realised
that there was no mouth to spare (I hoped Jamie would oblige later in that
department), so felt that I was entitled to supply my own pleasure.  I
slipped my hand down my shorts and began to stroke myself off through the
thin stretched cotton.  My jock was pretty damp as you can imagine, and
watching the two teens was almost enough to make me cum without any further
assistance.

I released Chris from my hard suck session so that he could pay full
attention to Ryan - I thought that the two youngsters made such a hot
pairing
that I was almost superfluous to requirements. A moment later Chris and Ryan
were back full-length on the couch in an elegant 69, each hungrily munching
a
teencock through tightly-fitting material.  Ryan seemed to enjoy the flavour
of the fair-haired teen's nylon-wrapped hardness, already wet from the close
attention I had given it, whilst Chris continued to explore the bucking
boymeat of the muscled teen.  I enjoyed the sight of Ryan's fat mushroom tip
going in and out of the blond's eager mouth, sheathed in silk, and the by
now
almost transparent white nylon soccer shorts which revealed all too clearly
the pulsing knob end of Chris's bursting boycock.

Feeling myself getting wetter from the second, I pushed my shorts downwards
and continued to jack on my cock through the white cotton jock.  I knew I
wouldn't be long now.  Watching the two boys getting off below me was so
fucking hot that I was desperate to explode, but I felt that they had the
right to cum first.  They were the stars of this scene, not me.  And I had
to
admit, if there's one thing even more horny than sucking off a teenboy
through his nylon shorts or briefs, then it's watching two of them doing it
to one another.

Chris could not be far off - I could tell by the dreamy look in his eyes
that
his orgasm was approaching.  I hoped that they would cum together, and so
far
as I could tell Ryan was pretty close too.  His mushroom head pressed
through
the thin blue silk, so wet now.  I thought that maybe I could lend a hand
after all, and bending forwards I slid by hand down the back of Ryan's sexy
soft briefs and found his hot little arse, and firmly worked on it with two
fingers, easing my way into the moistness of him.

At the same time I lent forward and talked into his right ear.  'Mmm, you
like that Ryan, don't you?  It makes you want to shoot your hot teencum.
Come on boy, I want you to empty your load of creamy schoolboy spunk for me
into your briefs.  Flood them with your boyjuice.  Come on Ryan, shoot you
schoolboy spunk for me.  Cum your load now.  I want that hot hard cock of
yours to shoot creamy cum.  Let's have it.  Come on Ryan, do it for me.
Let's see your hot boycum.'

That did for him, and he arched his back and began to groan loudly.

'I'm going to fucking well cum, I'm going to cummm!  Aaaaah!'  And as the
dark-haired boystud tensed and tumbled over the edge, Chris pulled back to
watch the soccer kid fill up his silk briefs with hot teencum.  The pulses
of
spunk burst into the flimsy silk, and oozed through either side of the tight
blue material.  On and on Ryan pumped, his creamy teenspunk emptying its
thick riches into the sodden briefs.  It was too much for Chris to take, and
he reached down and flipped his own boycock from out the bottom of the right
leg of his shorts.  It glistened with slick precum, translucent and
shimmering and hot, and he feverishly wanked the tip, his foreskin pulled
right back.  It took just a few strokes before he pumped his own healthy
torrent of boycream in jetting spurts, splattering onto the taut flat
stomach
of the teenager beneath him.

It was my turn at last, and I moved up close to Ryan and lay down on the
couch by him.  I took him in my arms and kissed him softly, this satiated
teen, relaxed at last in the fullness of his spent orgasm.  His spunk-soaked
briefs, mixed with Chris's creamy cum, filled my nostrils with their
intoxicating
scent, and I rubbed my hand in the slippery wetness.  Then I pulled my jock
away to release my twitching cock, edged further downwards and swiftly,
before Ryan really knew what I was doing, slipped my cock inside his
cumbriefs.  I thrust a few times against him, and felt the silky briefs
against my tingling knob.  That did it.  My spunk exploded in a gush of hot
cream into the already sopping boybriefs, and as I came Chris, the
thoughtful
kid, stood over me so that I could stroke his cock and balls which he had
tucked
back into his nylon shorts.

As we all relaxed, I could hear the camera crew began to move away.  They
know they'd seen all there was to see, and so far as they were concerned
only
the next scene was important now.  And I'm ashamed to say that even as I
rubbed Chris's tumescent teenmeat through his shorts and let my cock soften
inside Ryan's sexy briefs, my mind was already drifting towards Jamie and
Darren and the other lads down the corridor...

TO BE CONTINUED

[If you enjoyed this, let me know by sending me a hot e-mail:
scott_justin51@hotmail.com - always keen to hear from lovers of nylon shorts
and briefs.  Any ideas for further scenes to this story welcome.]