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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