SOCCER SCHOOL VIDEO (1)
by JUSTIN SHORTS (e-mail: scott_justin51@hotmail.com)
[This story picks up on some of the characters I first used in an earlier piece called Sports Shop Teen Orgy. You don't need to have read that, but if you like this one, I think you may enjoy that too.]
As we began to gather for the shoot, I looked around me and was pleased to see a couple of familiar faces. Of course, I had expected to see Dave who had directed last session - after all, it had been Dave who had rung me a few days before to say that they were definitely going ahead with the new video, and was I still interested. Was I hell! So that was no surprise. But it was good to see Jamie again, and one or two of the other lads who, last time I had seen them, had their shorts round their ankles and were spurting cum over their taut stomachs! I thought fondly of the hot session I had had with Jamie after we had finished filming that last time. We had got on well during the videoing, and afterwards had gone back to my place where we had got on even better. Jamie looked so young, about 17 (but I knew he was older), and we had spent hours stroking and caressing each other. He had loved being sucked off through his thin nylon briefs, and I had been very happy to oblige there, gently mouthing his hard boymeat through the flimsy material until pulses of his pearly cum had oozed through the transparent briefs into my grateful mouth.
But that was the past. Nice as it was to revisit it in my memory, I was even more eager to engage with the present. I knew that with Jamie there, and also Darren, today should live up to my best hopes. In addition to those two, there were five or six other teenagers all very much on the right side of cute. At 22 I was the oldest by at least a couple of years, but Dave had explained that he had a particular role in mind for me. That sounded intriguing...
We had been asked to meet at a school in London's more run-down areas (OK, take your pick). In fact, the school had been closed a year or two before and was due to be redeveloped. But Dave had said that it would suit our needs perfectly, and what's more he had been able to rent it for a day dirt-cheap. He introduced us to the guys who would be operating the camcorders - three of them, all quite young. One of them I recognised from last time, and he smiled at me. Maybe he was remembering that time, and some of the shots that he had got of me. It hadn't been an occasion to have inhibitions.
Dave explained that he planned to make the video in four main scenes, and that although he had broad ideas for each of them, he wanted us to help shape them as they unfolded. He had a word with me whilst he sent some of the other guys off to change in another room. 'Look Justin, you were brilliant in that last film we made together. What really impressed me was the way that you got so involved in the sex - as if you were completely unaware of the cameras which were hovering over your crutch.'
'That's because I found the whole thing so fucking horny. All the shorts and briefs scene is really my thing, so I can assure you I didn't need much persuading to enter into the spirit of the thing.'
'I could tell that. And that's why I think you're going to be pivotal today.
Some of these lads have done stuff for me before, but basically just standard jack-off films, no acted-out scenes. I want to get some really hot underwear and shorts stuff today, and someone like you who knows how to get the best out of these lads can help make it work. It must be realistic, even within these contrived fantasy scenes. Believable. The guys have got to be panting for it, and giving as good as they get. I want some slow strip sessions, and I'll be getting the cameras close up on the undressing. Lots of sucking through briefs, that sort of thing. I want these boys to be begging to be allowed to cum in their shorts.'
'Sounds pretty cool to me.'
'Thought it might!'
'And so what special role did you see me playing.'
'Oh yes. OK, so its going to be school-based. These lads can just about get away with playing sixth-formers. Well, some of them could still be I suppose - they're only 18. You're a bit too old to be convincing, so I thought you'd like to be the newly-appointed games assistant.'
'A dream come true!'
'And guess what your favourite sport is going to be?'
'Well, I hope it's going to be...'
'Soccer? Exactly!' Dave laughed. My cock twitched in my jeans at the thought of what the day might hold in store.
'OK Justin, time for you to change. I think you'll enjoy what the lads have been given to put on - took a bit of finding, I can tell you. I thought that, as you'll be going out later to the soccer field, we could get you in kit to start with. What do you think of this?' Dave handed me a set of white soccer strip, Adidas, with a nice silky-textured top and what felt like nylon shorts. 'I'll leave you to decide what to wear underneath. If anything.'
Oh, there'll probably be something, I thought to myself as I wandered off to change. I had brought quite a selection of briefs with me, hoping that there would be an opportunity to display at least some of them! After I'd changed, I headed back to one of the classrooms where Dave had said the first scene was going to take place. I was going to advise Tim, dressed as a sixth-former, who had his English project to finish. I could see the lad sitting at a desk in the classroom, the three cameramen strategically having been placed around the room. One of the cameras tracked me as I opened the door and walked in.
I saw what Dave had meant about what he had found for the boys to wear. Tim sat there, amazingly convincingly, in school uniform - the whole works - black trousers, white shirt, school tie, and the most incredibly sexy purple striped blazer that surely belonged to some English public school - a bit bizarre in these rather run-down surroundings. He had books on his desk and made out to be working, and I sat on the edge of the desk at the front. Tim was 18 I guess, and dark-haired. Dave had obviously issued him with instructions, because after a minute or two Tim put his hand up and asked if he could ask my advice on his work.
'Sure, bring it out here.' I sat down behind the desk as he approached. He came to the front, and pulled up a chair alongside me and sat down.
'I'm having problems over this passage, sir', he said, and pointed to the open exercise book where someone had scrawled a few lines of gibberish. We both pored over it, pretending to read.
'Yes, I see what you mean. It does read a bit awkwardly', I commented. He was very close to me now, and I took in the strong scent of the cheap cologne that he had slapped on, somewhat incongruously for a schoolboy, perhaps. We moved even closer, and I glanced downwards to notice that Tim had one hand resting lightly on the dark school trousers, on the top of his left thigh.
'Have you any suggestions, sir?' he asked enticingly, simultaneously moving his hand gently across the top of his thigh whilst staring fixedly at the open page.
'Well, le me see. I think that you may need to give a bit more attention to this' I said, and slipped my hand under the desk and let it rest on the boy's leg. He leant back in the chair immediately, and parted his legs even wider.
I slowly moved my hand further up his thigh and towards his magic centre. He caught his breath as I gently, so gently, began to massage the firm mound of flesh under my hand, so far still unerect, but quite a nice handful all the same.
I pressed Tim's package more firmly, making out the softness of him, giving under his trousers, contained within his briefs. And then I could feel the slow hardening, the ever-growing firmness, the swelling of the young lad's boymeat under my hand.
My own legs parted as if in sympathy, my tight white soccer shorts taut at the front. Had he wanted to, Tim could have reached forward easily and slipped his fingers beneath the right leg of the nylon fabric and would have made immediate contact with my already bulging briefs, but for the moment he held back, wanting me to make all the moves, it seemed. I was happy to oblige.
I left his cockmound alone for a moment, and encouraged him to slip his blazer off - it fell to the ground. Then, one by one, very slowly, I began to unbutton the white shirt, working from his waist upwards. Tim undid the collar button himself, and he was naked beneath. He loosened, but did not remove his tie, and looked incredibly sexy lying back in his chair, in tight black trousers and open white shirt. His nipples were gently erect, and he caressed them, murmuring distantly in his throat. I stroked the warm smoothness of his chest and perfectly flat stomach, and then imperceptibly headed back downwards to reach the waistband of his trousers.
My fingers reached the metal catch of his zip. But then I held back, remembering how Dave had wanted plenty of preparatory action, and that also suited me. I could wait. So instead of unzipping Tim just then, I returned to stroking the youngster through the stretched black school trousers. His hard cock tensed under my caress, but there was a silkiness to it too, and this was clearly the softness of his briefs giving under my fingers. My hand travelled up and along his hard teenshaft, to the bulging cockhead which was tense and resistant.
'Come on Tim, I want you to lie on the desk.' Obediently, Tim got up from his seat and lay on his back in front of me, his trousers now bulging out fantastically at the front. With both hands I worked over the teenager's cock, and then bent down and pressed my mouth into the mound of his erection, enjoying the muskiness of him through the warm black material.
Now I felt it was time to go further at last. The beauty of this boy was overwhelming. As he lay there, surrendering completely to my attentions, his open white shirt framing his warm naked flesh, the black trousers seemed to beg to be opened up. So as with the back of my left hand I gently smoothed his stomach, with my right hand I slowly tugged the zip downwards. As I did so, there was an immediate release of tension as his trousers loosened, and I pulled the zip more firmly down.
Just then, Tim reached out with his hand and made contact with my soccer shorts, and I quickly responded by moving closer to give him easier access. He cupped the front of my shorts, and smiled as he felt my swollen meat - I had been hard for what seemed like ten minutes and was leaking precum copiously. He rubbed my cock through the silky nylon, and I almost gasped with he pleasure of it, the sensation of this teen freshly out of his school uniform stroking my bulging nylon packet. He tugged at my shorts and they slid down my thighs, leaving me dressed in my silk boxers, wet at the front with precum.
His own trousers were completely unzipped now, and I parted the flap at the front. Tim was wearing a pair of creamy seethrough briefs, in a fantastically sexy nylon fabric, and I began to breath very heavily when I saw the 18-year-old's twitching cock showing through, set off beautifully by curly black hair. Again I remembered Dave's words, and I knew that I was expected to suck Tim off through the nylon. And was I game for that! I could hardly wait to get the youngster's boyflesh in my mouth.
'Suck my cock, please sir. Suck my big teen cock.' I didn't care if he had been fed that line (what teen would say it spontaneously after all) - I was happy to respond. I bent over the boy and brushed his warm stomach with my lips as I travelled down towards those delicious briefs. And then my nose was over them, the faint tang of his teencock filling my nostrils. There was a camera right down with us at this point, taking in every moment in close-up.
My mouth made contact with the soft transparent nylon of his briefs, and then my lips brushed the hardness of the boy's pulsing bulge. His hard young cock pressed up to my lips, and I flicked my tongue over the seethrough creamy material. The mushroom head began to dribble clear precum honey, and I loved the sight of his knob, shining with a satiny hue as the precum wet the teen's tip.
And then began to suck him through the confining nylon, feeling the largeness of him enter my mouth, as he gave gently thrust of his hips lifting his teencock upwards in a slow fucking motion. I bobbed on the bucking boydick as it slid between my lips, encase in the shimmering nylon, releasing more of the delicate clear moisture, a priceless treasure.
'Mmmm, yeah man, that's fucking cool. Suck on my cock and make my shoot my hot spunk.' That sounded more spontaneous, and excited me. But what was more exciting still was that Tim had begun to work my cock through my silk boxers, stroking me firmly at the front and manoeuvring my skilfully so that my hard meat pointed upwards. Then, through the soft silk, he began to wank me, in slow steady masturbating strokes.
I continued to suck the vulnerable boy through the tight nylon briefs, and then allowed myself the supreme luxury of flipping the tip of his teenmeat free at the waist band. I plunged my mouth over the fleshy knobhead and slurped on his juices. After some more head-bobbing, I felt Tim tense up, so I pulled off and with my hand continued to wank the handsome stud. And just as felt his cum begin to travel up the quivering shaft, I slipped his knob back under the transparent material and with a last stroke of his shaft I watched excitedly as the boy released his creamy load into the hugging briefs, every pulse of the jetting spunk clearly visible beneath the filmy garment.
He groaned and moaned loudly as he came, globules of pearly cum cream forcing through the thin material and shining brilliant white outside his briefs. More pearls of teencum fell onto his stomach. I was desperate to shoot, so I stood over him and he tugged my silk boxers downwards. My quivering shaft sprang free. He reached up and wanked me, and I gasped and arched my back as my spunk pumped out in the most intense orgasm and splattered over his nylon briefs, stomach and chest. I reached down for him, slipped my hand down inside his wet briefs, and felt the delicacy of his silky balls and tangled hair. This boy was game for some more fun before the day was over, of that I was certain.
'OK lads', said Dave. 'Great. Let's rest there, and clean up. Time to think about scene 2.'
TO BE CONTINUED...
I am planning three more scenes to this - suggestions for scenarios welcome. If you are into briefs and shorts, and enjoyed this, please let me know. Contact scott_justin51@hotmail.com