A Totally Different Game

			 A Short Story by Xavier

I'd had my eye on young Darren for quite a while; I was pretty certain that
the 6ft 16 year old had more on his mind than 'team tactics' as he vanished
into the old section of the changing room with two other members of the
football team.

Like I said, I'd been watching the big cocked fucker for quite a while, the
way he never wears anything under his white satin shorts, wow, it's mind
blowing! You should see him when he makes a tackle, there's no mistaking
the outline of his cock as he runs down the pitch, it bobs around in those
shorts like a giant salami. And his arse, you should see that too, the way
his shorts work up his crevice, clinging to every contour. How I longed to
run my fingers over those shorts or, even better, to run my knob end up his
crack and leave a trail of pre-cum on the smooth material.

But it's not just in his football strip, red with a white collar, that he
looks irresistible, he is equally so in his school uniform. His blonde
hair, shaved to reveal his smooth skin at the sides, forms a beautiful
contrast to his light blue blazer. The trousers he wears are dark grey in
colour, smooth, and fit him to perfection, they seem to cling to his tight
little bum like a second skin and his crotch, well with a tool the size of
his it just begs to be groped.

Anyway, back to the day in question. After the game, as per usual, I was
watching the lads taking a shower, in my professional capacity of P.E.
teacher of course, and noticed that Darren was missing. I quickly looked
around, someone else was missing as well, Paul and Stephen, two 15 year old
lads.

I walked the length of the changing rooms, which have recently been
modernised, and pulled up a stool so that I could have a peek through the
small skylight above the door which leads to the disused section. I almost
fell off the stool and felt a rush of blood to my tool as my eyes focused
on the sight before me. I held my breath and started to shake as the full
impact of the scene, a scene I had often imagined, registered in my brain.

Darren was standing, as casually as you can imagine, his shoulder against
the wall with his right hand wrapped around the biggest dick I have ever
seen on one of the lads. Well, even though I've seen a few you don't get to
see them fully erect that often. Yeah, sure, I knew the cunt had a big
tool, but hard like it was, wow!

Paul and Steve had their backs to me and I could see their tight little
arses encased in the smooth satin material of their shorts, material which
was being stretched even tighter than normal over their hairless cheeks by
the fact that they had their hand in each other's shorts. My cock swelled
to a full hard on within my jock and track suit as I imagined what they
were feeling in those shorts. The warmth, the dampness, the smoothness of
their teenage ball bags. I couldn't resist pushing my hand down my track
suit bottoms and groping my tool. Then I had a thought, that bastard
Darren's cock looked a good half inch bigger than mine. What a cunt, a 16
year old wanker with a bigger cock than me!

I strained my eyes to get a better look and began to wish I was superman
with telescopic vision. Darren said something to Paul but I couldn't make
it out, all I could hear was a mumble, but the very depth of his adolescent
voice sent an added shiver down my spine. I couldn't take my eyes off those
satin shorts as they clung to the lads' thighs and to see Darren's hard
shaft and pink knob sticking from the leg like that was coaxing my orgasm
ever closer.

Then, suddenly, Paul fell to his knees. I felt my own knees begin to buckle
as I dared to hope what was going to happen. No, he wouldn't, he wouldn't
really envelop that hard boy pole with his soft and tender lips, would he?
I urged him onward with my mind, go on you bastard, I thought, get your gob
over than juicy boy cock and taste it, savour it, suck it. And then, he
did, he actually slipped his lips over the clearly pulsating boy dick; the
lad was a cocksucker, a real live schoolboy cocksucker! I peeled my
foreskin fully back and caressed my knob end as I saw Darren's shiny knob
vanish from view. But his knob wasn't the only thing which disappeared into
Paul's oral orifice, no, it was quickly followed by the rest of Darren's
stiff penis until Paul's face was close against the bigger kid's body.

I tried to imagine the feeling Paul must be getting as he began to slurp
and gobble on the boy toy. How smooth the white satin of the shorts must've
felt against his soft cheeks, cheeks that haven't been spoilt by the
necessity of shaving. How hard Darren's shaft would feel in contrast to
such softness yet how smooth the skin stretched tightly over his swollen
glans.

Silently, Stephen moved closer to Darren, allowing the suckee to grope
around the smooth material of his shorts, feeling up and down the tight
crevice of his schoolboy arse. I breathed deeper and quicker as I noticed
how the big fucker was craftily pressing the thin material up the lad's
arsehole, feeling for the tight entrance to his body. More blood pumped its
way into my shaft which, by now, took on steel like properties.

As I continued to observe, constantly aware of the fact that any of the
other lads may wander through from the main changing area, Darren pushed
Paul away. I saw his big tool glistening with teenage saliva as it bobbed
in the sunlight streaming in through the window. My heart began pounding
ever faster and my mouth dried up completely as Darren pushed Stephen's
head forward, quite roughly I thought. The lad, his fair hair looking oh so
soft, bent forward before the cunt, who knelt behind him.

Darren ran his hands over the back of Stephen's shorts, up and down the
crack they went, feeling for the lad's hole yet again. Darren's fingers
were soon exploring up the short leg, pushing the material upward to reveal
more and more of the smooth and hairless flesh, flesh which I loved to
watch out on the pitch.

And then, as I strained my eyes even more, Stephen's most guarded
possession was exposed to the atmosphere. I felt a tingle in my prick and a
slight dampness on my hand as a huge gob of pre-cum oozed from my knob. I
couldn't believe what I was seeing, right there through that skylight.
Darren really yanked the leg of the shorts upward but he was determined to
get at the younger lad's hole, and get at it he did. Yes, there it was in
all its glory, Stephen's cherry, his rosebud, his fuckin' tight arsehole!

I stifled a gasp as I saw Darren lean forward after touching the hole with
his fingertip. He was, he really was licking the tight arsehole of one of
his team mates. Yeah, one big teenage wanker licking the arse of a cute
little footballer. The look on Darren's face said it all, who needed words!
The bastard started by just tickling the entrance with the tip of his
tongue but was soon eagerly licking the whole of his arse. I heard moans
and various muffled comments as the lad licked his mate.

Things moved ever quicker, the lads obviously aware of the shortness of
time, as Paul began to grope the big lad's body as he licked his pal.
Darren wanked on his huge cock as he licked Steve's crack before pulling
the back of Steve's shorts down to fully reveal his cute little arse. Paul
pulled his tool from the leg of his shorts and wanked also but he was soon
on his knees with his lips around Darren's prick yet again; the little
wanker was a real cocksucker, he couldn't get enough cock in his mouth, or
so it seemed.

As Paul sucked, and Darren licked, I noticed Paul feeling around the bum of
Darren, his fingers too were running over the smoothness of the taught
material. The thought of running my fingers over the back of Darren's
shorts and of feeling the dampness of the horny fucker's crack inside made
me shake even more. Go on mate, I silently urged, feel around the bastard's
crack, feel for his hot arsehole, he wants it, he needs it.

Suddenly a gasp, it was muffled but I could just make it out. "Oh fuck, I'm
coming," I heard a deep voice shout. Paul pulled back and Darren leant back
on his heels; I could see his stiff pole jutting into the air. Then, my
eyes struggling to keep the image still, I saw a huge spurt of thick boy
cream squirt from Darren's shiny dome. Again and again, spurts of boy fuck
leapt into the air; his load of cum was certainly consistent with the size
of his cock that's for sure.

As the eruption subsided I heard laughter and saw Paul pointing toward
Darren's shorts. My cock throbbed even more as I saw that quite a lot of
the huge load had landed back on the crotch of Darren's shorts. My
imagination started to work overtime as I thought of the viscous fluid
soaking into the material and causing a dampness against his soft and
tender flesh. How I longed to pump spunk over some of the lads' tight bums,
soaking those beautiful satin shorts and making them stick to their
hairless arses.

Then, another moan. Obviously the sight of Darren's big tool spunking its
lot was too much for tight arsed Paul, with his short black hair, to stand.He arched his back, thrust his tool forward and, as I saw Darren grin, shot
his spunk over the back of Steve's bum. Spurt after spurt of thick spunk,
real schoolboy spunk, gushed from Paul's pisser and splattered against his
team mate's rear. Darren pulled Steve's crack apart and a huge gob of thick
white cum landed smack in the middle of his puckered fuck hole.

No sooner had Paul finished juicing, Darren was sniffing the thick layer of
spunk which coated Stephen's bum. Before I could blink, the bastard was
licking Paul's production from the smooth skin of the 15 year old. What a
sight, what a fuckin' sight! A big cocked schoolboy footballer, complete in
his kit, licking another lad's sperm from the arse of a third boy.

My resistance gone, I quickly pulled the front of my track suit bottoms
down and exposed my aching tool to the atmosphere. My balls felt tight, I
was full of juice and I knew I had to have relief. I started to masturbate,
the possibility of being caught doing so by another team member only adding
to my intense feelings. Then, as I coaxed myself ever closer to the brink
of orgasm, I was pushed past the point of no return by the sight of Stephen
turning to face Darren.

Stephen's dick, still jutting from the leg of his smooth satin shorts, was,
I could tell, on the very point of orgasm. I felt my own load moving as
Darren just sat back on his heels, opened his mouth and allowed the younger
lad to cum into it. But not only did he allow the little wanker to spunk in
his gaping gob, no, he stuck his tongue out and I could actually see the
thick and creamy boy spunk coating every inch of it before he pulled it
back into his body and greedily consumed every last drop.


Well, that was it, I could stand no more. I squeezed my shaft and knew I
had no option but to go the last step; I could hold my load no longer. I
longed to moan loudly, to cry out as the feeling of orgasm swept through my
body like a whirlwind. I thrust forward, my knob almost touching the door
before me, and, as I continued to grope the lads with my gaze, I creamed
the gloss paint. I shot and I shot, my orgasm strengthened by the sight of
the lads tidying themselves up, pulling their shorts to a more
'respectable' level.

And then, my orgasm over, my body shaking with excitement, I had to move
quickly. I jumped from the stool, pulled my track suit over my creamy knob
and dashed back to the main changing area. Shortly afterwards I noticed the
three return and take a shower. From that moment on I viewed them in a
totally different light, knowing that beneath their cute and innocent
exteriors lurked another side, a side which appealed to me and one which I
was determined to exploit.

The week after that seemed interminable as I awaited the next game
scheduled for the school team. I saw the three lads during the week as
their separate forms had their usual P.E. periods but, although they looked
cute in their gym kits, nothing could beat how they looked in the team's
colours. Apart from that, they weren't together and thus not able to take
advantage of one another's cute little bodies. My masturbatory fantasies
were filled with the images I had observed through the dirty skylight,
images which seemed almost as vivid as the real thing.

Saturday afternoon finally arrived and I took great pleasure in seeing the
lads walking into the changing rooms dressed in their school uniforms. I
chatted to several lads in my normal way but my attention was grabbed by
the sight of Darren slowly removing his clothing. His blazer, shirt and tie
were the first to come off, revealing his smooth and hairless chest. His
nipples stood proud from their smooth surroundings, like two chocolate
drops, brown and enticing. They were soon covered by his red strip, which
clung to them with a static charge, somehow adding something more alluring
to the picture.

He sat on the bench and started to untie his shoes; they were soon
discarded, as were his socks. Next, he stood and undid his belt before
unzipping the flies of his dark grey trousers. In a flash his trousers
joined his shirt and blazer on the hook and my eyes were treated to a pair
of white cotton briefs which strained to contain their contents. He briefly
turned as he slipped his pants down and I caught sight of his bare buttocks
and the dark crevice between them. He turned again and reached into his bag
for his shorts, those smooth and silky things which hid his sex organs yet
begged for them to be caressed.

As he fumbled in his bag I could see his heavy nuts hanging, his big tool
swaying back and forth. The sight of the six foot footballer, naked from
the waist down, his soft white skin in stark contrast to the red of his
strip, sent a surge of excitement coursing through my body. The soft and
silky shorts soon covered the teenage cock but they did nothing to conceal
what lay within, the semi tumescent organ causing a seductive bulge between
his legs.

My heart leapt as Darren suddenly looked in my direction and smiled. Had he
been aware of my attentions? I looked quickly away but my eyes were greeted
by the sight of Stephen and Paul and their smooth and hairless cracks
disappearing beneath even more smooth material. Then something dawned on
me, these three were the only ones wearing nothing beneath their shorts,
clearly loving the feeling of their tools moving against the smooth
material.

I soon had them out on the pitch but my mind wasn't on the game. No, my
mind was on the sight before me, of tight arsed Darren as he slowly became
hot and sweaty, his shorts and socks becoming more and more muddy. He's a
good little footy player, really throws himself into the game, and into the
mud. How the lads and spectators cheered as the bastard scored two goals,
his cock flopping and swinging around behind that thin satin material as he
did so.

Finally that moment I'd been waiting for, the end of the game. I blew the
whistle and watched as the lads trooped from the pitch. Darren, Stephen and
Paul walked off together, the sight of their collective bum cheeks sending
a quiver down my spine. You little fuckers, I thought, I know where you are
going!

And, sure enough, as I entered the changing rooms, the three wankers were
nowhere to be seen. Take it easy Craig, I thought as my pulse quickened,
make certain no one is likely to need you for anything. "Good game lads," I
shouted, "I'm proud of you. Now don't make too much racket an' I'll see you
next week." I closed the door behind me and made my way to the disused
section, heading for the outer door, for which I have a key.

Heart pounding I slipped the key into the lock as quietly as I could and
turned it. The lock clicked and the door was free. I listened for a second
before entering, yes, I could hear muffled voices. My cock twitched and my
mouth became dry.

I flung the door wide, stepped inside and slammed it behind me. As the
previous Saturday Darren stood with his cock jutting from the leg of his
shorts. I put on a good show, or so I thought. "What is the meaning of
this?" I shouted as indignantly as I could. Darren looked surprised by my
intrusion but made no attempt to stop what he was obviously so much
enjoying, wanking on his tool.

"Hello sir," he said, cockily. "We're just havin' a wank sir, you know,
like all schoolboys do. Didn't you wank when you were 16 sir?" Another
shiver of excitement ran down my spine, to hear the tight arsed cunt
talking in such a fashion, in his gorgeous teenage voice, was something I
had often imagined, but the reality was, was mind blowing!

"I always did such things in the privacy of my bedroom," I asserted, "not
in a public place with my team mates." He just grinned and pulled his
foreskin over his knob again, an action which drew my gaze to it like a
magnet attracts iron filings. The other lads said nothing but seemed
equally nonchalant about my intrusion. "Come on sir," urged Darren, "why
not join in. Show us lads how a real man jacks off."

I couldn't believe my ears. "What did you say?" Darren grinned from ear to
ear. "I said, why not join in an' show us how a big guy jacks his rocks
off." "That's what I thought you said. You don't care about being caught
tossing your tool do you lad?" He gave his cock another rub and coaxed a
gob of pre-cum from his piss slit. "Why should I? All blokes do it,
including you I bet sir. Come on, doesn't it turn you on seein' all these
lads in their football kit. Just look at Steve and Paul's lovely satin
shorts, and they've nothing on underneath either."

The reality of the situation surpassed my expectations as the fucker talked
about his team mates' arses in their shorts. It seemed that the feel and
look of the shorts was not wasted on the randy bastards, the spunky cunts!

I noticed Darren groping between my legs with his gaze. "Come on sir, we
won't say anything if you want to join in. You must get turned on seein'
all these cute lads with their tight bums. Fuck, it must be torture for you
sir, come on, lets compare our cocks to yours."

I stepped forward and reached out but, before my fingers came into contact
with Darren's shiny dome, he stepped back. "A ha ha," he gibed, "naughty
sir, tryin' to touch an innocent schoolboy's cock." I felt my face
beginning to burn, was he just leading me on only to turn the tables on me?
"But you said....." "And I meant it sir but you have to do just one thing
for us before you are allowed to fondle our innocent young bodies." "What?
What do I have to do?" "Strip!" "What!" "Strip sir, you have to strip
off. We want to see you bollock naked, don't we lads?" Paul and Stephen
cheered and I felt strangely belittled for a second.

And then, they started to chant and clap quietly. "Strip, strip, strip.
Let's see you strip." They just stood there as I jostled my options around
in my brain, weighing the consequences against the possible gains. Finally,
my gaze fixed on Darren's cock as it jutted from the smooth material, I
relented and started to remove my track suit.

There were various encouraging comments as I revealed my body. "Nice hard
lookin' tits sir," remarked Darren, "bet you like them played with eh?" He
winked at me as he spoke, a wink which caused my balls to tighten even
more. Finally I pulled my jock off and stood naked before them, my 7" tool
standing to attention. "Not bad sir, not bad at all," smirked Darren as he
realised his dick was just slightly bigger than mine.

I walked over to him and again tried to touch his dick. This time he didn't
flinch and I at last felt the heat of a teenage knob against my palm. The
skin felt so smooth and slippery, coated as it was with clear pre-cum.
There was no doubt about it, this was one juicy bastard!

"Play with my nipples Darren," I urged, staring him in the eye. "Oh sir, I
don't know if I can do that, an innocent lad like me playing with sir's
tits!" His actions contradicted his sentiments as I felt his fingertips
exploring my chest and finding my erect tits. I stroked his shaft, and felt
it throbbing in my hand, as he squeezed and tweaked my nipples which sent
an erotic shiver down my spine. I moved my hand from his cock and started
to pull his strip from his shorts, pushing it up and revealing his smooth
and hairless body. My fingers wandered upward and found his boy tits, they
were hard and erect. I squeezed them, he moaned slightly and reciprocated
by squeezing mine still harder. It seemed we shared a similar passion.

I looked around and saw Paul and Stephen were lying on a rubber mat,
feeling and stroking one another through their shorts. They seemed
unconcerned that their mate was groping the naked teacher or that I was
groping their mate. I was in heaven, what more could I ask for? I pulled
Darren's arm and fell to the floor beside the two lads, my naked thigh just
touching Stephen's shorts, the feeling of which sent another shiver down my
spine.

Darren fell to his knees between my legs and started to sniff around my
rigid pole like a dog on heat or, in his case, a puppy on heat. "Oh, bloody
hell," I moaned as the cocksucker started to caress my knob with the tip of
his tongue. Within seconds he was eagerly lapping around the whole of my
cock and balls, his tongue running from the base to my cockhead and coating
it in teenage saliva. I raised my head and saw his head bobbing up and down
as he engulfed the whole of my fuck pole with his hot mouth. The sight of
my cock vanishing from view, coupled with the sensations coursing through
my body, sent my temperature rocketing.

I allowed him to suck on my cock for a good few minutes before my lust for
his body overcame me and I sat up. "Kneel up," I ordered him, "and straddle
my legs." He did as I asked and, after a bit of manoeuvring, I soon felt
his hot cock slipping over my lips. I was in a frenzy as I started to
gobble his penis, a penis which jutted from the leg of his muddied football
shorts. None of them had removed a stitch, they were just as they were out
on the pitch, real little footballers, just as I loved to see them. My mind
was in a spin as I tried to absorb all the beautiful sensations of sight,
touch and taste. Not only could I see three cute teenage footballers
dressed in their kit, but I could also taste the pre-cum of one of them as
it oozed from his pisser and onto my tongue.

Eager to get his gob around my dick again, Darren pulled his from my mouth.
Paul and Stephen knelt either side of my face as Darren gobbled me again,
both of them with their tools jutting from their shorts. They both wanked
and I found my hands wandering up their smooth legs until they came to the
leg of their shorts. Slowly, as I savoured every moment, I allowed my
fingers to push their way up the rear of the shorts and into their warm
interior. My fingers started to explore that which is normally hidden from
view. I closed my eyes and pictured the lads out on the pitch, running
after the ball. I coupled the images with what I was feeling and felt my
cock twitching in Darren's mouth. "Oh sir," he gasped, "you're leaking
pre-cum in my mouth."

Further and further within the shorts I felt, their satin softness adding
to my excitement, until my fingertip found what I was searching for, Paul's
anus. I revelled in the moisture which I found there. I relished the feel
of the tight sphincter as it twitched beneath my groping and the lad's
incessant wanking. Dare I? I dared, and found my fingertip slipping into
the hot orifice. Far from objecting, Paul started to wank on his schoolboy
cock even harder and both of them started to grope and squeeze my tits with
their free hands. Sheer heaven, how else can I describe it!

I raise my head and see Darren is no longer sucking on my tool. Instead he
is sitting back on his heels and pumping his cock with one hand as he pumps
me with the other. Boy what a sight, a strapping 16 year old footballer,
tool in hand, wanking like fuck! "Oh you fucking sexy boys," I moan. "You
fuckin' little wankers. You don't know how much you little fuckers turn me
on out there on that pitch. Your cute little bums in those lovely satin
shorts. And when I see your juicy cocks bobbing about inside them......"

I think my utterances turned the lads on as much as they did me as Paul and
Steve were soon kneeling up straight and wanking even faster over me. I
slid my hands up and down their legs, feeling the softness of their skin as
it disappeared into the shorts. Those shorts, oh so smooth, so silky, and
what they contained, such soft and tender ball bags but such hard erect
cocks.

The lads stopped wanking for a second, placed their lips against the
other's, and kissed, touchingly, before resuming their wanking. "Oh huh,"
gasped Stephen as I saw his cock stiffen even more. "Me too," added Paul,
excitedly as he yanked harder on his cock. I looked down, raising my head
from the mat again, and saw huge spurts of spunk squirting onto my chest.
Again and again the spunky fuckers shot, kneeling up straight and covering
my tits with their boy cum. They sighed and leaned backwards as they
squeezed the final drops of juice from their poles.

I continued to feel around the young wankers' bums and shorts as I felt
Darren slowly moving up my body. I felt his football strip against my naked
flesh, the smooth material of his red shirt sending a shiver down my spine.
As he moved upward, and started to play with the spunk which coated my
tits, I felt his rough socks against my legs and his muddy boots by my
feet. But, the thing which turned me on more than anything as he started to
lick the sperm from my body was the sensation of his satin shorts against
my groin.

I thrust my hips forward as he greedily lapped the lads' juice from my
tits, sucking them into his mouth and sinking his teeth into them as he did
so. My rod pressed against the softness of his satin shorts, which felt
cool in contrast to the rest of his body, but his cock, now back inside,
felt hot and hard against me. I pulled my hands from Paul and Steve's bums
and reached down to Darren. I pulled him hard against me, luxuriating in
the feel of his kit on my body. In doing so, his face moved toward mine
and, his lips slippery with cum, we kissed. I opened my mouth and he darted
his tongue inside. I forced it back with mine and explored his mouth,
tasting the milky boy spunk as I did so.

We kissed for an eternity as my fingers explored the silkiness of his
football shorts. Again I closed my eyes and pictured the tight arsed
bastard out on the pitch. How I had fantasied about touching those shorts,
of running my fingers up the tight and enticing crevice which they
concealed so effectively. I opened my eyes, half expecting everything to
disappear as I was still uncertain if I was dreaming or not. But it didn't
disappear, Darren was still lying on top of me and I still had my hands on
his arse, his cute little schoolboy arse; this was no dream!

"I want to fuck you sir," whispered Darren, his lips close to my ear.
"What! You can't be serious." "But I am sir, I want to fuck you." I pushed
him away from me slightly and looked him in the eye. "But you're only 16
Darren, no more than a boy. Are you sure that's what you want?" He grabbed
my hand, pulled it from his bum and thrust it between our bodies. "Does
this answer your question sir?" I squeezed his shorts, there was no doubt
about the stiffness of his cock, it was hard, fuck hard!

"You are serious about this then?" "Never been more so sir," he grinned.
"You gonna let me stick one up you then sir, slip my teenage cock right up
your arsehole?" "Go on sir," encouraged Paul, "let Darren shaft you. Show
us how it's done." I couldn't resist such a plea, a plea that tugged at my
very being. "Oh okay, but only because you insist."

"Great sir. Okay you two," said Darren as we stood, "put that rubber mat on
the table and get one of those bean bags for sir's head. I want him to be
comfortable as I slip one up him." I felt my cock throb even more at the
way Darren was speaking and couldn't resist giving it a quick rub. Darren
chuckled as he saw the effect he was having on me. "Okay sir, lie on your
back for me would you?" It felt strange taking instructions from a
schoolboy but I was more than willing to comply with his request.

I lay on the table and placed my bum so that it was just on the edge. Paul
and Stephen grabbed my ankles and pushed my legs back, toward my head. They
seemed to know what to do and I suddenly thought that perhaps they weren't
as innocent as they first appeared. As they stood either side of the table,
holding my legs, I again availed myself of the opportunity to feel around
their satin shorts. My fingers quickly found their way to Paul's anus and
he smiled at me as I played with it, the bulge in the front of his shorts
becoming slightly more prominent.

"Okay you two," ordered Darren with an air of authority, "use your free
hands to play with sir's tits, he likes that so it'll make him a better
fuck." As the lads played with my tits, sending more erotic sensations
coursing through my body, Darren pulled his football shirt off. He looked
so sexy with his chest on show, so smooth with such erect nipples. His
hands moved to the waistband of his shorts. "Fuck me with your shorts on
Darren," I gasped. "What?" he grinned. "You kinky sir? Wanting me to stick
my dick up you while I'm still wearing my shorts. I don't know sir, don't
know if I can do that," he taunted. "Please Darren," I found myself almost
begging, "please keep your shorts on. I want to feel the soft material
against my bum as you shaft me, to imagine you out on the pitch with all
the other lads. Please Darren, fuck me with your shorts on, it's not asking
a lot." He just laughed and groped the bulge in his shorts, pulling the
material ever tighter over his cock. "You want it sir don't you? I mean,
really want it, you really do want my teenage cock up your arsehole. Let me
hear you say it sir and, if you make a good job of it, and only if, I might
just pull my dick out of the leg of these shorts and shag you like that."

Paul and Stephen pulled at my tits and I watched Darren groping his crotch
as he grinned at me. I literally begged him to shag me, to stick his big
schoolboy cock up me. He rubbed my tool as he laughed and pressed his
crotch against my bum. The sensation of his hard boy cock in those silky
shorts drove me wild with desire. I wanted his cock. I needed his cock. I
had to have it.

"Fuck me Darren, please, fuck me. Use that schoolboy cock on me boy, stick
your footballer's dick right in me. Go for a goal boy, shoot one up me.
Please fuck me out of your shorts, please."

Suddenly, I felt something hot being rubbed up and down my crack. I raised
my head and saw the cunt had his 7½" dick, his pulsating boy pole,
sticking from the leg of his shorts. I thrust my finger up Paul's tight
anus at the thought of what was to come, he moaned, as did I.

Darren started to milk me again, rubbing my hard cock as he rubbed his
cockhead on the back of my bollocks. "Oh sir," he chuckled, "your hole
looks so tight, do you think you can take my cock up you? After all it's
bigger than yours." He didn't wait for an answer but started to push his
hot knob against my hole. He pulled back after a few moments, spat on my
ring, and again inserted his knob.

He applied more and more pressure and I felt my ring giving his knob access
to my body. The lads continued to play with my tits and I played with
Paul's arsehole as Darren pushed ever further within me. I don't know how
long it took before I felt the softness of his shorts against my bum, five
minutes perhaps? But I knew that the satin softness against my flesh
indicated that I had the whole of the boy toy inside me. "Is that okay
sir?" he asked." "Too fuckin' right son, too fuckin' right."

"Then it's okay to fuck you now sir? I mean really go for it?" I looked up
at him, his eyes were wide and he looked so cute in his shorts, socks and
boots. "Go for it lad, score a goal up me." I lay back and closed my eyes
as he started to shag me proper. I could feel every inch of his fuck pole
slipping in and out of my arsehole as I conjured up images of the lads out
on the pitch. All those cute little fuckers with their teenage tools
encased in white satin shorts, all so cute but all so sexy.

I imagined Darren shooting for goal, his arse so tight in his white shorts
and his tits so hard under his red strip, as he continued to fuck me.
Several times he withdrew his cock completely before immediately forcing it
back inside. He knew what to do with his schoolboy cock, his footballer's
cock, there was no doubt about that as he pumped my arsehole.

"I'm gonna pump my wads soon sir," he gasped. "I mean, I can't hold my
spunk much longer." "Thata boy Darren, fuck your boy juice up me. Pump me
full of boy cream. Go on, shoot, shoot for goal and fill me with footy boy
cum." I imagined the lads on the pitch as they so often shouted in their
enthusiasm, their voices echoing around in my head with a totally different
meaning.

"Oh huh! Ohhh! Oh fuck. FUCK! I'm gonna cum!" exclaimed the wanker. I felt
the shorts press hard against my legs and his boy pole throbbing within
me. He leant forward and looked me in the eye, a look of ecstasy on his
face. He was cumming up me, pumping his boy cream, his hot boy milk, into
my body, and he still had his shorts on. The sensation was too much for me
to bear and, as he leant ever closer to my face and kissed me, I felt my
load erupting onto my belly and against the front of his shorts.

He lay on top of me for a moment, seemingly exhausted, before withdrawing
his slippery dick from my arse. "Have you really cum up sir then Darren?"
asked Stephen. Darren smirked. "Not half mate, not fuckin' half." And then
I got the shock of my life as Darren pushed his cock back into his shorts
and stood with his legs slightly apart.

"Get on your knees sir," he growled. The lads let my legs go and I found
myself kneeling before the young footballer. He reached for his football
shirt and put it on, he was again dressed as he would be out on the pitch.
I looked at his satin shorts, the crotch bulging as seductively as ever,
and saw my spunk clinging to the material. "I can't go back into the
changing room like this sir, now can I? Come on, let me see you lick my
crotch clean." My mind was a spin, but I was like putty in the little
cunt's hands. I heard the other lads snigger as I started to lick my spunk
from the smooth material.

Darren just stood, running his fingers through my hair, as I licked every
drop of cream from his shorts. I could smell his boy cock inside as the
material became damp and almost transparent. I licked around his balls and
between his legs slightly. "You like licking my shorts sir don't you? Come
on sir, tell me how you like my shorts." "I like your shorts Darren and I
like what's in them too."

All the lads laughed. "Wh hey! Hear that lads," chortled Darren as I licked
his balls again, "sir here really likes our shorts. Shall I make him lick
my arse as well?" There was a resounding 'yes' from the two boys and I soon
found Darren bending before me and my tongue exploring the satin as it
crept up his crack. I sniffed the smooth material and savoured the aroma of
his teenage ring inside. I started to masturbate, I couldn't resist it, the
thought of having my face against his sexy little shorts too much for me.

"Hey sir," chuckled Paul, "fancy licking my shorts as well?" I looked
around and saw Paul was bending forward, his cute bum sticking out. "Yeah,
go on sir," urged Darren. "You know you want to." Before long I'd had my
tongue around all three lads' arses and crotches in those beautiful shorts.
My head was pounding with excitement and I wanked myself until I felt
another load of spunk swelling in my balls.

How the lads laughed as they watched me drop my load onto the floor.
"That's naughty sir," gibed Darren. "I thought you said you never wanked
off in public!" I looked at him and he gave me an impish grin. "Same time
next week sir?"


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