Date: Tue, 9 Jul 2002 14:52:31 -0700 (PDT)
From: jason159159 <Jason159159@ziplip.com>
Subject: Soccer Saturday Pt.3

Disclaimer: The following story is FICTIONAL. Read the
disclaimer on parts one and two for all the usual stuff. If
you are not over the age of 18 stop reading this and go play
someplace else. This is about sexual activity between
teenage boys.

                       Soccer Saturday
                        Chapter Three


Danny and Brian came off the field arm in arm. They had lost
the game but clearly had fun. They piled into the car and I
threw their bags in the trunk. The only good thing about
having to drive your mom's car is when it is a Beemer. I
couldn't get the folks to buy me a car on my 16th birthday,
but I was making good progress in the argument stage with
them and I figure by seventeen I'll have my own wheels. For
now, its mom's BMW or nothing.

It was late when the game finished. "Where do you squirts
want to go for supper?" I asked.

"Mickey D's "they said, almost in unison. "Shit!" I thought
to myself, "Just what I wanted, greasy burgers and fries."
We stopped at the place and because I wouldn't let them
bring that crap into the car, we ate outside. I drove Brian
home and then Danny and I headed back.

Danny ran up to his room and I stopped to check the
messages. Mom left a note on the refrigerator. "Dad and I
have gone out to dinner and then dancing. Take care of
Daniel." Well there they go again. It wasn't business or
charity stuff this time. They were finally taking a night
for themselves. I laughed, "It looks like Dad is going to
get laid. What the fuck even old folks can do it I guess"
Then I read the P.S. at the bottom. "Remember its Saturday
night! You know what that means. Love Mom"

"Ya, Ya . I know what that means."

I went up to Danny's room and found him on his bed playing a
video game. He still wore his soccer stuff, but he had
tossed his shoes into a corner. His room was in transition
just like he was. He was almost 14 and was starting to look
and act like a mature teen. But on some days he was still a
bit of a kid. His room had soccer trophies, medals and
ribbons from swim meets, and then some of the old toy models
he had glued together in sixth grade. The walls had pictures
of soccer stars, and one of the blond rapper kid about
Danny's age with a brother in one of those boy bands.
Danny's bed was custom made and was king size on the bottom
and had a second level above it with a full size mattress.
It looked like a kid's bunk bed on steroids.

"Danny" I said, "We've got to do the deal"

"Do we hafta? I just got to a good part in this game."

"OK. You can have five minutes then we have to do it. If we
don't Mom will have a shit fit"

"Alright" Danny said without taking his eyes off the screen.

I went to the bathroom that connected our two rooms and
opened the clothes hamper. A fucking million dollar house
and Mom insisted on hiding the douche bag in the clothes
hamper. Go figure. I got the rest of the stuff and went back
to Danny's room. Ten years ago Mom had gotten on this health
kick and decided that young boys didn't eat the proper food
and therefore needed to be "cleaned out" once a week to stay
healthy. Since then every Saturday night it was the same
routine for us boys. Get a hose up the butt and then shower
and change for bed.

"I hung the full bag from the hook near the upper bunk on
Danny's bed. He was still on his tummy playing the game.
"Ok, dude. Let's do this." Danny had objected to Mom giving
him his Saturday night enema when he was old enough to get
embarrassed. Coincidently it was when he started to get hard
every time she did it. He pleaded with her and she finally
agreed to let me do it instead.

"Ok. Go ahead" he said. I pulled on the elastic of his
soccer shorts and slide them down to his knees.

"What the hell is this?" I laughed. Danny giggled and said
"I didn't have any clean tighty whities, so I put on my old
underoos. I looked at the spidery action figure swinging
across Danny's rear and laughed some more. "Besides" he said
"I like the way they make my butt stick out when I wear my
soccer stuff" He giggled again and went back to his game.

I pulled down the underoos and felt his baby smooth ass.
"Ready?" I asked. "Yeah go ahead" he said. So I pulled his
cheeks open and greased his hole. I pushed the tip of the
hose into the Vaseline and then into his rear. He grunted
and without looking up from his game said "Deeper".

I pushed another inch into his butt until the tube
disappeared, and then pushed another inch of the hose itself
up there. "Ok?" I asked? "Ya" he replied. "Do it"

I opened the clip on the hose and the warm water started to
fill his rear. I sat on the edge of the bed and looked at my
little brother. His soccer shorts were around his knees, he
still wore his jersey and knees socks, and while he was
playing his video game he had a hose up his butt. I sprang a
major boner.

"Jase" Danny said. "I think that's enough. I got to go". He
put down the controls to the game and looked back at me.

"Not done yet little guy" I answered. I held the flow of
water for a moment and then told him to turn onto his side.
He did and pulled his legs up closer to his chest. I started
the water again and he moaned. Finally I stopped it. I held
his cheeks together for a couple of minutes, then pulled out
the tube and let him head for the bathroom. He didn't stop
to pull up his pants. He kind of duck hopped with his shorts
around his ankles. I heard him finish his job and he came
back to the room.

"Did that work?" I asked?

"Yeah it worked fine."  He lay back down on the bed and
looked up at me. "Jase?" he asked. "Do you think I'm gay?

"Why do you ask that" I answered. "It's just that I always
get hard when I'm around cute guys". Danny said. "I think
that means I'm gay."

"Listen" I said, "You go to an all boy's school. You have a
brother that likes to play around just as you do. Why don't
you decide about the gay/straight thing when you're a little
older?"

"I guess." He said, "It's just that I wonder about it
sometimes. I know that I really like things in my butt."

"Well if you decide you are gay, maybe you're a bottom. Guys
that like cock in their ass are called "bottoms". If you
like fucking ass then you're probably a top."

Danny thought for a moment "I never fucked before".

I gave him a smile and looked into those sweet blue eyes and
said, "that's something we'd better take care of. Do you
remember my friend Travis?"

"Ya, he's that guy with the longer hair. Kinda like the
middle Hanson guy?"

"That's him. He's coming over tonight" Would you like him to
be the first guy you ever fucked?

"That would be awesome" Danny said. "Could you do that?"

"Travis and I are very close friends" I said, "Very close".
I'll see what I can do.

"Now get your shower and change into a T shirt and some
boxers" I said, "Travis likes his guys clean and sweet
smelling"

Danny reached up and gave me a big hug. He kissed me and his
tongue entered my mouth. We shared a deep, deep kiss for
several minutes. "Get out of here squirt" I said this is
going to be a big night for you."

Danny grinned, gave my crotch a squeeze and giggled. "As big
as this?"

He ran to the bathroom and I heard the shower running. "Damn
I love that kid".

I thought, "I wonder if Travis knows how Danny plays
soccer?"