Date: Sat, 04 Mar 2000 09:00:15 PST
From: Justin John <scott_justin51@hotmail.com>
Subject: Shore Leave 2

SHORE LEAVE

SHORE LEAVE 2 - BIKE BOY

By JUSTIN SHORTS (scott_justin51@hotmail.com)

(written with contributions from a friend)

As the lad settled himself into the passenger seat, he smiled at Simon.
Clearly a little older than the other three lads, he had the looks and
physique of a model.  His T-shirt stretched nicely across his chest,
showing the outline of his nipples, his tight jeans were well filled by his
muscular legs, forming a nicely-packaged bulge in front, and well-cut
golden blonde hair flopped over his forehead. Simon had initially felt
nervous as the guy had got in the car, but suddenly that smile made him
immediately relaxed. He smiled back and flashed a glance at the newcomer's
crotch where the shape of a lengthening cock was clearly visible in the
shadowy light.

The young guy reached over with his right hand, and gently clasping Simon's
neck pulled him towards him until their lips touched. His lips felt cool
from the evening air against Simon's, a feeling which lasted just seconds
but sent tingles down Simon's spine which seemed to last for minutes. Simon
squirmed in his seat - his erect teen- cock had been straining inside the
tight confines of his nylon G-string for a long time while he had been
watching the porn show being enacted on the back seat. And the gentle
frigging he'd been giving it whilst driving along had the boy-cream
churning in his balls and bursting for relief.

The lad's lips parted from Simon's and reached around to his ear. As he
nibbled gently on the ear-lobe he whispered 'Looks like you've been missing
out on all the fun, so let's see what I can do to help'

In the back, Tom and Jason had just about caught their breath after two
explosive orgasms and Tom suddenly realised that there was a fourth person
in the car.

'You OK up-front, mate' he called to Simon.

'He will be in a moment' came the reply. 'You guys sit back and enjoy the
show now.  And by the way, I'm Mark, and really glad to meet you all'. With
that, he leant over Simon to reach the lever at the base of the driver's
seat and quickly pushed it back leaving just enough room for the two
teenagers in the back. Simon slipped down further into his seat, spreading
his legs to give Simon much better access to the bulging front of his
uniform trousers. He was happy to give Mark a lot of attention later, and
was keen to slide inside his jeans and check out his taste in underwear,
but for the time being his needs couldn't be ignored for much longer.

Mark wasted no time in massaging and squeezing the front of Simon's crotch,
and the profile of Simon's cock was quite clearly evident. Tom had often
commented on Simon's dick - not particularly long, but unusually thick,
making it a dream for sucking. The two lads had spent many hours of fun
back at the naval base, exploring each other and often ending up in a 69.

Next, Mark unbuckled the silver uniform belt, giving free access to the
button fly.  One, two, three top buttons were popped and at last the scent
of a teen in heat reached Mark's nostrils. It reminded him of school
changing rooms and of all the fun he had with his football team-mates a few
years ago. He loved those days when a group of them would hang around in
their football strip after a soccer match waiting for the changing room to
empty and giving them the chance of some real hands-on fun.

As his hand slipped inside, Mark savoured the softness of Simon's
hair-covered belly, and the warmth of the smooth flesh underneath. Moving
gradually downwards, he reached the navy kid's hot cock barely contained in
the nylon g-string.  Slowly, gently, his fingers encircled the smooth,
warm, hard teen-meat trapped in filmy nylon, and he gasped as he too
realised the reason for Simon's reputation for thickness. Ever so gently -
he knew from Simon's moans of delight that he was rapidly reaching a climax
- he worked his fist up and down, relishing the slick feel from the
lubrication of the precum which must have been leaking for ages. He so
wanted this to be good for Simon, so quickly he undid the remaining
buttons, and the baggy dark trousers gaped open, giving free access to his
nylon-covered prize.  Mark loved hairy guys and despite his youth this
teenager was well covered from the chest down to his heavy
ball-sack. Pausing his gentle wanking, but still grasping the throbbing
cock, Mark leant over to work his tongue over this teen's bulging balls,
leaving a damp trail of hair wherever he licked and giving Simon untold
pleasure.

'Oh yeah, man.  Your tongue feels so hot, squeeze my balls, squeeze my
boy-cock and let's get this cream flowing.' cried Simon.  With his hand
Simon flipped his cock free from the tiny string.  His shaft was standing
up proudly, the big red head glistening with the clear, shiny pre-juices of
the impending orgasm. As Mark's tongue went to work, the liquid flowed more
freely and Mark could hardly believe how much there was flowing over the
stiff member. He worked his tongue gradually upwards, collecting the
honey-dew as he went, responding to Simon's increasingly urgent
thrusting. As he reached the helmet end, Simon thrust his hips forward,
forcing the bulging thickness past Mark's lubricated lips and into his
mouth. Mark took this as the sign for some urgent sucking - the feeling of
this short, thick teen-cock forcing its way to the back of his throat was
heaven. His hand teased behind the teenager's balls, and the tightness of
the hairy sack indicated that the end was near for Simon.  Within seconds,
the first, thick, hot wad of teen-spunk shot to the back of Mark's mouth.
Simon gave a couple of rapid sucks to receive the next two volleys, and
then slowly massaged the rock-hard tool with his lips and worked his tongue
over the know to receive the endless round of smaller deliveries of creamy
cum.

'Fuck, that was awesome' sighed Simon as he collapsed into the upholstery
of the car seat. Looking down he noticed that Tom had reached between the
two front seats to unzip Mark's faded jeans and slip a hand inside.

'I'd say we're an awesome foursome ! ' Mark replied.

'Listen, guys, your car will be safe here, and I know a place we can go.
What do you say?'

It didn't take long for the other three boys to agree to Mark's suggestion,
and he clambered back out of the car and told Simon to follow.  He got on
his motorbike and pulled out of the lay-by and Mark started up the car
engine and set out in pursuit.  Mark had not misled them about how close
the house was: just a few hundred yards down the road he pulled off to the
left and they followed him down a country lane, towards the end of which
they drove onto the gravelled forecourt of a large Edwardian house.

Mark got off the bike as the boys clambered out of the car.

'It's my sister's place - I'm house-sitting for her as she's abroad with
her husband.  I've got it all to myself!'

He led the way inside and they entered a large and comfortable living room.
Mark offered drinks, and they all opted for beer which he fetched from the
fridge.

'Well, you guys certainly know how to enjoy yourselves' he said.  I could
hardly see through the car window, it was so steamed up.'

They all laughed.  Tom and Simon looked remarkably respectable again in
their spruce naval uniforms - no-one would have guessed that both teens had
shot thick spunkloads within the last 20 minutes.  Jason bore the signs
rather more of the horny session in the car - there were the unmistakable
marks of fresh cumstains on his white nylon shorts.

'Mind if I change?' he asked, indicating the sports bag that he had brought
in from the car.

'Sure - bathroom's at the top of the stairs.'

Jason headed off, and returned a few minutes later.  He had changed into a
fresh pair of light blue satin shorts and white satin singlet.  Mark was
still wearing his tight faded jeans, white teeshirt and leather jacket.  He
walked over to a sideboard and reached inside, fetching out a camcorder.

'Now, I'm hoping you lads are going to give me the wank of my dreams, and I
want one of you to record it for our later enjoyment!  Who's game?

Simon reached for the camera without a moment's hesitation, excited at the
thought of recording whatever might ensue in the next few minutes, though
determined to make sure that he would get his chance to pump jizz himself
before the session was over.  He hoped that someone would take the camera
over at that point!

Mark put his arm round young Jason, and nuzzled his neck and blond hair.
He enjoyed the feel of the satin vest beneath his touch.  At the same time,
Tom advanced and stood behind Mark.  Simon began to film, standing back to
get all three in shot.  And what a sight filled the viewfinder - three
young lads in archetypal erotic stances: the schoolboy in sportswear, the
teenage naval cadet, and the biker in jeans and jacket.  Simon's cock
rapidly stiffened as he filmed, and the three other boys enjoyed the
sensation of their young cockmounds swelling beneath their confining
clothing.

They stood together so that Jason faced Mark, looking at Tom who still
stood behind Mark.  They began to caress each other though their vests and
tees, hard young chests pressing warmly through thin fabric.  They were
conscious of Simon filming them, and responded excitedly to the idea of
taking part in a porn scenario.  Mark closed his eyes as two sets of hands
caressed him, and a smile played across his lips as he felt young Jason's
fingers toying with the top fastening of his tight bulging jeans.  He
waited expectantly for that moment of release, when the jeans would part
slightly and make more room for his burgeoning cock which was already
throbbing in his sexy underwear.  He was already looking forward to the
moment when his new friends would first set eyes on what he was wearing
under his jeans.

Jason fiddled with the top of Mark's jeans, and then released them.  At
this moment Simon dropped to his knees and got alongside Mark, zooming in
to focus on Jason's hand toying with the biker's jeans packet.  He wanted
to capture every lingering moment of the slow strip.

Meanwhile, Tom firmly stroked Mark's taut bum through the soft blue denim,
enjoying the feel of the apple buttocks moving under his hands.  He knew
that Jason was busy round the front, and left him to open Mark up.  But he
was excited to feel Mark's own left hand reach behind for his own naval
trousers, at first with his knuckles stroking the thick fabric, and then
with his fingers slipping between the vents of the fly and starting to undo
him.  The buttons opened easily, and Mark slid his fingers inside the
gaping opening, but not before Simon had swung the camera across to get the
horny action.

Mark's exploring hand entered the sailorboy's open fly, and immediately
made contact with the bulging white cotton jockstrap, already damp from its
previous cumbath.  Mark was entranced by what he could feel, a heavy
boycock in soft damp cotton, moving under his touch, responding to every
loving caress and press.
  The fat heavy balls, already refilled with creamy boycum, felt delicious
in their silky sack.

By now Jason had pulled Mark's tight blue jeans open at the front, and also
pulled his teeshirt up to expose the flat belly of the horny young biker.
He dropped to his knees and feasted his eyes on the gaping opening, through
which he could see a mass of dark curly pubic hair and a tiny posing brief
in sheer seethrough white nylon.  Mark's stiff boycock showed clearly
through the pouch, trapped beneath the straining white nylon, and Jason
prepared to get working on the glorious prize with his mouth.  But then he
saw Tom's hand come round the front of Mark's jeans, and he watched
entranced as the teenage sailor began to stroke Mark through the hot nylon
pouch, rubbing up and down in long slow strokes on the shimmering
seethrough nylon.

Simon had moved once again by this time, and was positioned in front of
Mark's open fly, taking in every moment of the rub-up that he was getting
from Tom's wanking hand.  Then Jason made his move, and even as Tom
continued to stroke Mark's hot boycock through the transparent nylon, Jason
began to suckle on the tangy nectar of Mark's precum as it soaked through
the bulging white briefs.

Mark was breathing heavily now, using all his considerable control and
skill to hold himself back, though at one level he was desperate to cum.
But he wanted to make this last, knowing that replaying the episode on
video would turn the lads on: it was worth making this sacrifice!

'Hey Tom' he gasped.  'There's a video on the table behind you.  Put it in
the player over there and switch on.  It's a fucking fantastic porn tape I
picked up in Amsterdam last week, called 'Pizzaboy Suck'.  Some of the kids
in it are just amazing, and as for erotic undressing sequences - well!!'

Tom needed no further invitation.  His cock was still confined in his
jockstrap, and although he had been hoping that Mark would have started
wanking him in earnest in the next few moments, he loved watching porn, and
the anticipation of what he might be about to see caused precum to ooze
into his bulging jock.  With another glance at the noisy action happening
in front of him as Jason continued to suck greedily on Mark's nylon
cockpouch, he slid the tape into the machine.  After a whirr, it started to
run...

Tom kicked off the uniform trousers that were heaped around his ankles and
sank into the sofa in front of the TV. His strong footballer's legs had a
covering of fine hair which burst out as a darker coarser bush around the
edges of his bulging jock-strap.  He scooped a hand inside the pouch and
gave his rock-hard teen cock release at last by freeing it through the left
side of the underwear. He hoped that it would receive some attention soon
from one of the lads, but he was more than happy to take in the live and
video'd action being acted out in front of him, in the knowledge that just
a couple of strokes would have a pearly fountain of cum spraying across the
floor.

Mark had repositioned himself on the floor in front of the sofa with Jason
nuzzling between his spread legs. His previous attentions had completely
soaked the tiny posing pouch with a mixture of his tongue and the precum,
showing the exact outline of Mark's beautiful young cock. The shaft bulged,
showing a thick vein running the whole length up to the cut cock-head,
which was pushing urgently at the thin waist- band, looking for release.

On the screen the video had started some way in. A soccer team were playing
on a hot sunny day. The camera kept focussing on two of the players in
particular.  These lads were making frequent contact, tackling each other,
but often spending more time than seemed necessary strictly for the
game. Each camera shot seemed to give more of a close-up view of their
shiny nylon strip, and the bulges in their blue shorts. Then, when one of
them fell to the ground in a tackle, the other quickly knelt down to
massage his thighs, sliding his hand inside the leg of the shorts. At this
point, the whole team began to gather round, but Simon had to shift his
attention to his own camera, to make sure he missed none of the live action
playing out in front of him.

By the time he looked at the video again, the two lads were in the kitchen
of their home, getting a coke each. They both looked to be in their mid-20s
and one guy had taken off his shirt, revealing a dark, furry covering of
hair over his well-developed chest, with two dark brown nipples clearly
poking through. The camera panned up and down his body, hovering for a
tantalising moment on his shorts, but not quite long enough to make out
what underwear was beneath. This guy began to make fun of the other one
because his shorts had got very muddy when he fallen in the tackle. He
began pointing out the stains, and sliding his hand over the shorts and
around the other guy's bulging crotch. The two got close, and began feeling
each other, their hands wandering over the shiny sports fabric.

Simon scooted around the back of the sofa where he could get a panoramic
shot of the entire action going on around him as Tom ever so gently wanked
on his own knob, his gaze flitting between the hot action on-screen and the
even hotter live action at his feet. Simon leant against the back of the
sofa in order to keep the camera as still and focussed as possible, and
this had the added benefit of squeezing his teen-dick pleasurably inside
the dark material of his trousers.  He was anxious to capture every second
of this action so that later in the evening the guys could share his view
of the experience, while they in turn serviced him.

He couldn't hear the soundtrack because it was turned low, and the moaning
of Tom and Mark's hot action was drowning it out, but he could get the
thread of the action.  The first guy was clearly suggesting the other one
take his shorts off and put them in the washing machine in the corner. He
needed no persuasion, and the camera panned into a nice shot of the guy
slipping his hands inside the waist-band and ever so slowly peeling down
the shorts. Underneath he was wearing a tanga-style pale green brief in
sheer nylon/lycra, the tiny elastic sides showing off his long, smooth,
muscular soccer-lad's legs and the pouch barely containing the huge cock
clearly visible inside.

Meanwhile the other guy had picked up the phone to make a call - it wasn't
hard to guess that he was calling for a pizza from the video's title. From
where he stood, the horny soccer stud was watching the strip show with
delight and continued to stare as the other one gently squeezed the bulge
in the green nylon, sliding a hand in to straighten his semi-hard cock to
form a perfect, vertical bulge in the pants. Guy 1 stepped across the
kitchen to join him and they embraced and shared a deep and long french
kiss.

Porn films are not famous for their story lines, and Simon had a good idea
where this one was leading - he wanted to make the most of the scene when
the delivery boy arrived, so he took this opportunity to take a look at the
action going on around the sofa. Jason had slid a little further towards
the ground and buried his face between Mark's legs and began tonguing the
area between the sexy dispatch driver's balls and his arse, just where the
strap of his pouch disappeared between the two muscular globes. Mark sighed
- he loved this attention, and he knew that any time now when Jason tongue
worked back to his erection, he would shoot a load that had been building
since he first spotted the car in the lay-by. He leant over, and managed to
balance himself towards Tom on the sofa, and with a knowing smile, began
licking the shiny slippery head of Tom's cock, taking over where Tom's
gentle strokes now left off. The smell was perfect - the sweat of the
excitement and exertion combining with the smell of precum and horny
guys. The sight too was perfect. Mark just loved to see hot, athletic young
studs who share his love of sexy underwear, and up close the view of the
cotton pouch, still bulging with Tom's full balls, and with his rigid
jock's cock bursting out the side, ready to shoot was almost enough to make
him lose it.

When Simon looked up again to watch the TV screen the pizza boy had arrived
- only just though, because he was still carrying two pizza boxes. This guy
was cute. Clearly he was still in high school and this was a job he did for
some ready money.  He wore a teeshirt emblazoned with Pizzas Parlour, and a
baseball cap with the same logo. His shiny black lycra cycle shorts fitted
him like a second skin, wrapping themselves round his thighs and crotch. He
clearly delivered by bicycle, maybe not yet able to drive?

He looked surprised that one guy was wearing just his briefs, and there was
a short conversation before the first guy walked across to take the
pizzas. He lingered as he did so, and stepped forward with one foot so his
thigh nudged the front of the boy's lycra shorts. As you'd expect from a
porn movie, the kid didn't hesitate to begin massaging the guy's own
crotch, and the action began to hot up. Simon enjoyed the corny way that
these films headed straight for the sex, especially when at least one of
the guys was a young athlete. He watched as the fun developed between the
three of them, gently leaning against the sofa back to put some pressure on
his own erection, still waiting release. His attention was quickly taken by
the moans coming from his three hunky mates playing out on the sofa.

Without warning Jason had slipped the taut nylon of Mark's posing brief
over his cock and he took the whole length down his throat in one gulp. The
surprise and the divine pleasure were too much for Mark, and his hips
thrust up towards Jason's face, forcing his balls against the lad's lips
and tongue, and sending the first explosive shot of thick teen cream into
his mouth. Jason tightened the grip of his tongue around the thrusting
boymeat, gently stroking and massaging Mark's nutsack giving him intense
pleasure and making sure that all that stored cream was going to be used to
make this a climax he would remember every time he watched the video
replayed. Simon homed in for a close-up of the action, moving from face to
face and catching every thrust and moan.  Mark needed all the air he could
get and when he released Tom's teen-prick from his mouth, Tom clamped his
own hand to it, keeping up a gentle wanking, but not yet wanting to
cum. Gradually, as the intense orgasm subsided, Mark collapsed on top of
Jason, showering his face and neck with kisses.

By this time, Simon was tired; tired of holding the heavy camcorder, tired
of watching the action and not joining it and most of all tired of having
his monster cock straining inside his damp g-string and bursting for
attention.

"Hey, guys" he said "I've been recording this hot scene for the next porn
movie - now its my turn to watch some!"

With that, he put the camera down, slumped onto the sofa in front of the
boyporn movie, and spreading his legs, got ready for some of the action.

Mark got his breath back, and reached for the camera, ready to take over
the filming.  He gave his cock a final stroke to get rid of the last pearl
or two of cum, and then tucked himself back into the white posing pouch.
He didn't bother pulling his jeans back on, but stood up and moved behind
the sofa, so that he could continue to film the scene below him.  Simon had
pulled young Jason towards him, and had begun to caress the boy through the
bulging light blue satin shorts.  He had so much enjoyed watching Jason
being wanked in the car, that he had been looking forward to getting his
hand on the youngster's cock himself.  The smoothness of the knob beneath
the satin delighted him, and he began gently to masturbate the boy through
the sexy shorts.

Jason lay back against the sofa and let himself be wanked.  His attention
was fixed on the screen however, where the pizzaboy's cycling shorts were
being given some serious investigation by the soccer stud who was still
wearing his shorts (the other lad in the green briefs had positioned
himself behind the pizza kid and was reaching round to the front of him to
rub the boy's big bulge).  Two pairs of hands were rubbing the schoolboy
through his lycra shorts, and he was loving it!  Tom continued to wank his
teencock in his jockstrap, and was getting really close to shooting spunk.
He was really desperate to hold back to see what was going to happen on
screen, however.  He was hoping to time his orgasm to coincide with that of
the pizzaboy.

Simon rubbed Jason's boycock insistently through the hot satin, feeling the
youngster's foreskin moving under his fingers, the dampness of the boy's
precum honey making an ever-widening dark patch in the shorts.  Then he
dropped to his knees in front of Jason and his nostrils took in the
delicate tang of the warm satin, which thrust out at the front with the
kid's erection.  The gap formed between his belly and the shorts was too
enticing to resist, and Simon slid his hand down the front of Jason's
smooth belly and headed down into the gaping shorts.  The hot boycock
sprang to meet him, and he grasped the lad's tool and gasped as he made
first contact with the silky smoothness of the naked boymeat.

He wanked Jason more feverishly, wanting the boy to jet his whitehot
cumload within the blue satin shorts.  Tom's white jock was bulging
grotesquely with the teenager's quivering rod, and Simon knew from
experience that his friend was trying to hold back as long as possible.
Just then, Simon felt a hand on his trousers, and then Tom's fingers were
in through the gaping fly and gently frigging his dripping meat.

Mark moved from shot to shot with the camcorder, moving from each boy's
ecstatic expressions to their crotches, and the hands that were working
inside and outside their steamy packets.  He glimpsed at the video screen,
and recognising the scene said 'Now, all of you watch the pizzakid - you've
never seen an orgasm like it.'

They followed his instruction, and without stopping their various wanking
actions tried to slow down a bit and concentrated on the screen instead.
But Jason, perhaps because he was the youngest and less experienced, could
feel his cumload churning in his fat balls, and began to groan loudly as he
watched the video.  He was only seconds away from delivering a creamy load
of boycum into his shorts, and was already past the point of no return.  He
continued to watch the screen, which was filled with a shot of a hand
sliding down the front of the pizzaboy's lycra shorts and grasping the
bulging cockhead.  The roomfull of horny teenagers watched as the
schoolboy's lycra shorts were worked slowly down his thighs, exposing a
transparent nylon string which left absolutely nothing to the imagination.
The camera zoomed in even closer on the boy's throbbing length, pulsing
under the thin strip of nylon, and then one of the soccer stud's dropped to
his knees and began to suckle the gorgeous boydick through the clear nylon.
His mouth closed over the fat bulb of the lad's mushroom head, and he began
to headbob the young pizzakid.

'Any moment now!' said Simon.  And then it happened.  There was a surge of
energy clearly visible in the schoolboy's juicy cock, and the screen seemed
to be filled with whiteness as spunk flooded from the engorged tip.  It
filled the mouth of the lad sucking loudly on the nylon-sheathed root, and
quickly overflowed in pulses of thick creamy whiteness.  On and on it went,
shot after shot of white boycum filling nylon pouch, mouth, and screen.

And that did it for the lads in the room.  Jason, already well on the way
to cum heaven, pounded his shorts with spunk, and a few moments later Tom's
flooded his jock with a thick load of creamy teencum.  He almost fainted
with the intensity of the pleasure, but good friend that he was he did not
neglect Simon's big hot hard cock and finished him off by flipping him free
from his navy trousers and wanking him off over the sofa.  As he began to
cum, Simon reached quickly into his pocket and pulled out a pair of silk
briefs that he had been given by his London conquest the previous night,
and wanked into them so that his spunk did not stain the furniture.

Mark was so excited as he filmed, the distinctive smell of hot cum filling
his nostrils.  He was ready for some more fun himself, and felt that he had
enough on video to enjoy later, so put the camera down.  As he did so, he
looked over Simon's shoulder through the window, and was intrigued to see
Carl, the lad who lived next door, coming up the drive.  Carl was a student
at the local FE college, blond, and very cute.  Mark had already wanked
Carl on a number of occasions, but he was excited by the possibilities that
might now open up...

TO BE CONTINUED...

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