SIXTH FORM VIDEO - 2
by JUSTIN SHORTS (scott_justin51@hotmail.com)
It took me a few minutes to recover from the encounter with Tim, and I watched as the teenager's beautiful cock began to soften slowly beneath his cum-soaked briefs. Then he slipped out of them and discarded them, and though I was momentarily tempted to scoop them up and claim them as a prize I thought better of it. There would be other opportunities during the day, I was quite certain, for trophy-hunting.
Dave directed us to the staff room which had an adjacent washroom, where we freshened up and redressed. He headed off to get things set up for the next scene, which he told me was going to start off in the school gym. I reached for my sports bag and selected a white jock, and pulled my nylon Adidas soccer shorts up over them. I felt really comfortable, and ready for anything.
I made my way down the corridor to the gym and pushed open the door. Four boys were gathered round the vault, all dressed in skimpy nylon shorts and white teeshirts. There always seemed to be a wonderful symmetry to the way Dave set up his scenes - two of the lads were dark-haired, the other two blond. But in one way they were all remarkably well-matched - they were all as cute as hell, and hardly looked their 18 years. One of them was Jamie, and I've mentioned before that he looked closer to 17, and could even pass for younger. It occurred to me as I gazed at the bunch of teens that this was the one thing that was unrealistic about the whole set up, as in reality I don't think that you would find such consistent beauty in a random group of sixth-formers. Not a spot in sight, nobody puny, each boy filling his shorts with a healthy-looking bulge.
Tim didn't reappear for this session. Maybe Dave felt that the boy needed time to generate more spunk before releasing it again. I was flattered that he felt that I could go straight into the next performance - or maybe my role was to be more passive this time. Not too passive, I sincerely hoped, as I eyed up the four youngsters playing around the gym apparatus.
The cameras got into position, and I was amused to see how a couple of the teenagers suddenly got more self-conscious as they realised that things were about to happen. And then we were off, Dave simply telling me that I was to have the supervising role for the session, that one of the boys would be slightly injured (groin strain - surprise, surprise), and that I would take him back with one of the other lads to the staff room for a bit of physio.
I was pleased that Jamie was there. I really had a thing about him. Not only was he beautiful, he was also fantastically sexy, and I had discovered that time we had made the sports shop video that there was nothing he wouldn't try out - he just got hornier. As if reading my thoughts Dave whispered in my ear: 'I'm saving Jamie for later for you - a reward at the end of the day in the grand finale! Ryan's the one who will need your skilful massage. Wait till you see his cock.'
That suited me well enough. Ryan was dark with coal-black eyes and incredibly sensual lips. His hair was cut really short, making him look like a little tough. A nice bit of rough stuff, but pretty with it. And muscular, without being over the top. He filled his teeshirt fantastically, and the teenager's nipples pressed through the soft cotton. But there was no spare fat anywhere. He was going over the vault, working up a bit of a sweat, and the other lads were watching. They began to enter the spirit of the thing, and their awareness of the cameras began to fade.
As I approached to start my appointed role as supervising gym teacher, Jamie turned and smiled at me, and I returned that little signal. Not even Darren, who had also taken part in the sports shop video, quite knew just how intimate Jamie and I had got after the shoot. It had been pretty hot stuff in the filming itself, but what went on in my flat later in the evening was just incredible. Maybe I'll tell you about that some time, if you want.
The four boys now took it in turns to go over the vault, and I stood at the side to support them as they landed. As each came off the vault, they pressed into me for support, and I enjoyed the sensation of healthy young teenage boys, warm and keen to do as well as the previous one, competing for my attention. Even in that set-up situation, the boys' natural instinct to outdo each other came to the fore.
They jumped in the order of Ryan, Chris (blond), Matt (dark) and finally Jamie (blond). The second time that Jamie landed he slightly missed his footing and lurched forwards, and as I reached to support him my hand went around his waist. He had his back to the other boys, and I swiftly let my hand go around to the front of his shorts and cupped his cock and gave it a gentle rub. I was amazed - he was already hardening! I'm not sure the camera got any of this, probably not, but that was not my intention - this was a purely private lust.
It was Ryan's turn again to go over, and as he landed he too fell forward, though I realised at once that this was contrived. 'Aaah, my leg' he called out.
'Are you alright? Can you put your weight on it?'
'Not really, sir' said Ryan. 'I think I've pulled a muscle'. He limped convincingly a few paces.
'Right, can one of you lads give Ryan a hand to the staff room. I need to give him some treatment.'
Blond Chris stepped forward at once, and supported Ryan who put an arm around his shoulder. Very charming too they looked, I thought, and decided that I would see what I could do with the two of them in a few minutes time. I walked ahead of them and opened the door of the staff room. Well, what a surprise - there was a cameraman in there already, and he tracked us as we came in. There was a kind of couch in the middle of the room, and Chris helped Ryan on to it. Ryan lay back on it and covered his eyes with his hand. A bit too much like a Victorian melodrama, maybe, except that not many of them involve teenagers in well-filled shorts, so far as I know. Could be wrong. I'm not sure what happened to Jamie and Matt - at least, I found out later that night when I was alone with Jamie, and he told me all.
'OK? Any better?' I asked Ryan.
'Well, better to be off my feet, sir, but it's painful.'
'Where's the pain? In your calf?'
'No sir, higher up, more in this region.' And the clever boy, learning fast, touched the bottom of his shorts, lifting them slightly as he did so to reveal the very top of his thigh. 'It aches here', and he rubbed the thigh just under his shorts.
'Let me try to help' I said, excited by the utter predictability of it. I suppose lots of us have imagined that kind of situation countless times, but I can assure you that even enacting it in the context of a porn video doesn't in any way rob it of its thrill. Even though I knew that what would follow was an almost guaranteed success (Ryan was not being paid to cold-shoulder me) I somehow wanted to play it for real. I wanted to seduce him, not just to play to the cameras, but to convince myself that this was a prize that needed to be won.
My hand replaced his on his thigh, though I didn't yet venture beneath his shorts. I began to massage gently, pressing his warm flesh in a kind of circular motion. After a minutes or two, I moved my hand up his leg, and just beneath his soft nylon shorts. I felt him tense instinctively, so continued gently to massage until I felt him relax once more.
'Good, how does that feel?'
'That's OK sir, thanks. Feels a lot better already.'
'Right, now while I check things out on your other leg to make sure that's damage free, I want you Chris to keep massaging Ryan gently in that areas, to keep his circulation going.'
Chris looked a bit nervous at this, but approached at once and sat alongside Ryan on the couch. I took hold of his hand, placing it firmly at the top of Ryan's leg, and then left him to massage. I noticed that he followed my earlier example by heading just under Ryan's white nylon soccer shorts.
Ryan lay back with his eyes closed as he received this attention. I wondered whether he was trying to work himself up to an erection, or trying to control one. Time would reveal all... As Chris continued to rub Ryan's upper thigh, I noticed that he sat with his legs casually apart, the beautiful fair hairs on his own creamy legs catching the sunlight as it came through the staff room window. What a sight. A glimpse of teen paradise.
The cameras were all around us now, I think alternating between close-ups of Ryan's shorts and what was going on around them, and shots of each of us in turn. As Chris sat with his legs open, one of the camera guys got on his knees and positioned himself between the teenager's open legs, preparing for what would follow.
I made out that I was testing Ryan's other leg. The I took charge again. 'Right, I think I need to check you out more closely. Let's slip your shorts down a bit.' Ryan actually blushed as I said this, the gorgeous kid, but raised himself up a bit all the same and allowed me to tug the soft nylon shorts downwards.
I heard Chris gasp as the two of us saw Ryan's light blue silk briefs come into view, very small and hugging. By the size of his bulge, this youngster had a real mouthful to offer, and he wasn't even hard yet! I moved my hand back and again lightly stroked his upper thighs, every now and then allowing my knuckles to brush the silky briefs. They were tremendous, and warm with his boymeat. Chris watched intently, breathing fast, and I saw that between his open legs there was a definite tenting in his shorts. The cameraman's instincts to get down there had been right.
'Any feeling of strain here?' I asked quietly, and tentatively touched the front of his powder blue silk briefs. Ryan answered faintly - 'I don't think so'.
'Can't be too careful though' I said, and felt a bit more firmly on the outside of the silk. The boy's youthful cockmeat moved gently under my hand, and began to stir. He was mine.
'Well, perhaps I do feel a twinge there', he said.
I rubbed more firmly this time, and the teenshaft began to grow under my expert touch. I pressed against his hardening tube, and felt the young man's warm cockmeat expand. The briefs moved and gave as they began to fill with the teenager's stiffening boyflesh, the shape of it so evident as the light blue material hugged his cock delicately. His full heavy balls formed a soft pouch beneath.
'That feels really good', I said. 'But I must check very carefully. Actually Chris, you can help me here. I'm going to take some pictures in case we need them for the doctor, so could you continue to massage him in the same as this.'
I took the still camera from the table where Dave had left it, and focussed on Ryan's now bulging silk-clad crutch as Chris began to rub the youngster through the material. Ryan began to murmur and moan, and Chris seemed to be really aroused by this as he pressed his hand over the front of his own white nylon shorts.
I clicked away happily, first snapping Ryan's pouch, then moving to Chris as his hand pressed into his shining nylon shorts. Then Ryan pulled Chris towards him, and the two lads lay side by side on the couch. Ryan's blue silk briefs pressed into Chris's white nylon shorts, and instinctively the two soccer kids pressed their hardening cockmounds against each other, pouch to pouch. All pretence at a storyline was abandoned, and it was now the need for horny sex that drove them on. The teens began to kiss, open-mouthed, their warm young bodies pressing firmly into each other through their white teeshirts, silk and nylon cockpackets pushing and rubbing together quite audibly. Then Chris reached upwards and pulled his teeshirt upwards and over his head, and a moment later Ryan did the same, so that the two boys were now clothed just in briefs and shorts, and white sports socks.
I put the camera down and joined the action again, deciding that I had to suck teencock whilst still covered in nylon. I turned to Chris and began to massage the boy's hot hard cock through the thin nylon shorts. He wore nothing underneath, I could tell, and he felt to have about 6 inches of boymeat ready for anything. I wanted to explore it further, so I slipped my hand up his shorts and made contact with the hot cock. His skin was taut and very slippery from precum, and his foreskin moved easily as I pulled on his young uncut dick and gently wanked him. His balls were tight but surprisingly big and I gave them a gentle rub beneath the nylon. I badly wanted to suck the boy's cock, so I positioned myself by him and felt him up more, beneath his shorts, manoeuvring his hot hard prick so that it pointed upwards. Its shape was clearly outlined in his shorts. Then I began to suck the meaty boydick through the damp nylon of his sexy soccer kit, sieving the delicate satiny precum through the shimmering white fabric.
I drank eagerly on the teenager's nectar, enjoying the sounds of his helpless moaning. Then I watched fascinated as Ryan stood over Chris and lowered himself down onto the boy's face, so that his tight silk blue briefs pressed over the blond teen's mouth. Chris responded at once, his tongue lapping the soft silky material of Ryan's bulging joy package. And then Chris began to move his lips up and down the length of Ryan's throbbing 18-year-old boycock, as if there was no silk between his mouth and the quivering hot teenflesh. Ryan went wild at this, enjoying the blond's warm breath on his briefs.
Under my own shorts, my white jock was bursting for attention. I realised that there was no mouth to spare (I hoped Jamie would oblige later in that department), so felt that I was entitled to supply my own pleasure. I slipped my hand down my shorts and began to stroke myself off through the thin stretched cotton. My jock was pretty damp as you can imagine, and watching the two teens was almost enough to make me cum without any further assistance.
I released Chris from my hard suck session so that he could pay full attention to Ryan - I thought that the two youngsters made such a hot pairing that I was almost superfluous to requirements. A moment later Chris and Ryan were back full-length on the couch in an elegant 69, each hungrily munching a teencock through tightly-fitting material. Ryan seemed to enjoy the flavour of the fair-haired teen's nylon-wrapped hardness, already wet from the close attention I had given it, whilst Chris continued to explore the bucking boymeat of the muscled teen. I enjoyed the sight of Ryan's fat mushroom tip going in and out of the blond's eager mouth, sheathed in silk, and the by now almost transparent white nylon soccer shorts which revealed all too clearly the pulsing knob end of Chris's bursting boycock.
Feeling myself getting wetter from the second, I pushed my shorts downwards and continued to jack on my cock through the white cotton jock. I knew I wouldn't be long now. Watching the two boys getting off below me was so fucking hot that I was desperate to explode, but I felt that they had the right to cum first. They were the stars of this scene, not me. And I had to admit, if there's one thing even more horny than sucking off a teenboy through his nylon shorts or briefs, then it's watching two of them doing it to one another.
Chris could not be far off - I could tell by the dreamy look in his eyes that his orgasm was approaching. I hoped that they would cum together, and so far as I could tell Ryan was pretty close too. His mushroom head pressed through the thin blue silk, so wet now. I thought that maybe I could lend a hand after all, and bending forwards I slid by hand down the back of Ryan's sexy soft briefs and found his hot little arse, and firmly worked on it with two fingers, easing my way into the moistness of him.
At the same time I lent forward and talked into his right ear. 'Mmm, you like that Ryan, don't you? It makes you want to shoot your hot teencum. Come on boy, I want you to empty your load of creamy schoolboy spunk for me into your briefs. Flood them with your boyjuice. Come on Ryan, shoot you schoolboy spunk for me. Cum your load now. I want that hot hard cock of yours to shoot creamy cum. Let's have it. Come on Ryan, do it for me. Let's see your hot boycum.'
That did for him, and he arched his back and began to groan loudly.
'I'm going to fucking well cum, I'm going to cummm! Aaaaah!' And as the dark-haired boystud tensed and tumbled over the edge, Chris pulled back to watch the soccer kid fill up his silk briefs with hot teencum. The pulses of spunk burst into the flimsy silk, and oozed through either side of the tight blue material. On and on Ryan pumped, his creamy teenspunk emptying its thick riches into the sodden briefs. It was too much for Chris to take, and he reached down and flipped his own boycock from out the bottom of the right leg of his shorts. It glistened with slick precum, translucent and shimmering and hot, and he feverishly wanked the tip, his foreskin pulled right back. It took just a few strokes before he pumped his own healthy torrent of boycream in jetting spurts, splattering onto the taut flat stomach of the teenager beneath him.
It was my turn at last, and I moved up close to Ryan and lay down on the couch by him. I took him in my arms and kissed him softly, this satiated teen, relaxed at last in the fullness of his spent orgasm. His spunk-soaked briefs, mixed with Chris's creamy cum, filled my nostrils with their intoxicating scent, and I rubbed my hand in the slippery wetness. Then I pulled my jock away to release my twitching cock, edged further downwards and swiftly, before Ryan really knew what I was doing, slipped my cock inside his cumbriefs. I thrust a few times against him, and felt the silky briefs against my tingling knob. That did it. My spunk exploded in a gush of hot cream into the already sopping boybriefs, and as I came Chris, the thoughtful kid, stood over me so that I could stroke his cock and balls which he had tucked back into his nylon shorts.
As we all relaxed, I could hear the camera crew began to move away. They know they'd seen all there was to see, and so far as they were concerned only the next scene was important now. And I'm ashamed to say that even as I rubbed Chris's tumescent teenmeat through his shorts and let my cock soften inside Ryan's sexy briefs, my mind was already drifting towards Jamie and Darren and the other lads down the corridor...
TO BE CONTINUED
[If you enjoyed this, let me know by sending me a hot e-mail: scott_justin51@hotmail.com - always keen to hear from lovers of nylon shorts and briefs. Any ideas for further scenes to this story welcome.]