Date: Sat, 22 Dec 2001 03:34:11 EST
From: SammySagitarius@aol.com
Subject: Soccor Locker 2

THE FOLLOWING IS A FICTION. PLEASE READ Part 1 FIRST, AS THIS PICKS UP
EXACTLY WHERE IT ENDED...

"It doesn't have to hurt, though, does it, Sam?"

I was honest with him, "Brandon, to be with you would stop my hurting..."

He took my hand moved it under the elastic waistband of his Adidas shorts. I
could feel the soft material of his boxers. He said, "Don't let me get hurt."


I told him I would never hurt him and put my hand into his boxers.

He whimpered a little, but was hard quite quick. I put my other hand on his
face. "Brandon," I said, "I'm not the one who takes the initiative. I'd have
still been waiting and wondering about you if it wasn't for Ryan smacking me
in the head with that soccor ball."

"Don't worry, Sam. I'd have came to you eventually, I just don't know when.
I'll be honest, I was making a guess with those Nifty stories. I was hoping."

"So God's not so cruel?"


"Oh, he's a bastard, but I'd really like to concentrate on your hand," He
said, looking at my wrist as it disappeared under his shorts.


"Fuck the hand," I proclaimed, "Try my mouth!" And I bent down, pulling his
shorts off and swallowing his semi-erect cock. It instantly sprang to life
, filling my entire mouth with raw meat. I began to suckle his dick as he
started to rub my back.

"Thank you, Sam. I've been afraid... to tell you. Ryan knows I'm g-- this
way... because we've been friends since the 2nd grade..."

I came off his peter and mumbled, "Less talk. Just moan for me" and I got
back to work. He laughed and played along. He was able to stop "playing"
easily, as some real moaning set in. I used my tongue to move along his
circumsized head. The spongy mushroom with it's soft upper-nerve... I ran my
tongue along it. He began to shiver and said, "I'm almost ready!"

I hummed a little to let him know I didn't care. He grabbed my head, and
shoved me into his crotch. His light pubic hair smelled wonderful. He smelled
of his own sweat, which got me very hot. "Don't swallow!" he hollared as the
first squirt rushed into my mouth. I gasped, trying not to swallow any of his
juice, but some dripped through the corner of my mouth. The second shot came
as his entire dick throbbed. The 3rd, oozing drops were followed by another
small shot, and even a fifth squirt. My lips were closed, holding in an
amazingly sweet, yet more than abundant amount of Brandon's esence. I'm
gargled a, "Well?" and he quickly responded. He stood up and looked me in the
eye.

"Snowball," he said, panting.

"Hmm?"

"Give me a snowball..." he came closer to my face. "Kiss me!"

His lips clinged to mine, his tongue rushed into my mouthful of warm cum. He
tasted himself. I saw his eyes sparkle and he lapped his own juice away from
me. I opened my throat and let some in. We shared his cum in a passionate
kiss. When we were done, we must've sat, just hugging, for at least 10
minutes. He stood up and put his pants back on. I wiped my mouth and got up
to follow him. By the time I had fully stood, Coach Harris' voice was echoing
loudly through the locker room.

"Brandon. I don't want this on my team. Either you never speak to that faggot
again, or you're off of this team..."

Brandon had shot around and was looking to the coach. I panicked and just
started walking towards the exit. I opened the big metal door.

Brandon's voice was the last voice I heard before I closed the door.

"It won't happen again, sir..." The metal door clanked. I was crushed...

***

Don't worry, it's not what you think! Well, maybe it is! Check out Soccor
Locker 3 to see how this tale unfolds!