DISCLAIMER:
This is the third story that I have written and is based very loosely on my sexual adventures over the years. The first story 'Old School Ties' gave a fictionalised account of some aspects of my life during my school years and after. This one tells the story of something that happened during my time at University. If you like the stories let me know as I have quite a few more that I could tell.
WARNING:
Do not read this story if you are in any way offended by acts of a homosexual nature.
Do not read this if you are under the legal age for accessing adult sites.
Always indulge in safe sex.
SOCCER SENSATION 10
Part 10 Jim gets fixed
The next few days after my meeting with Peter were filed with catching up with college work and I did not have much time for socialising. I did pop into the pub on the Thursday night to confirm that I was available for the big game on the Sunday but apart from that I did not do much. As soon as I finished college on Friday, I headed off to Suffolk to look after my aunt and deal with any other family business that needed my attention. One purpose in going was to collect one of the cars that were lying unused in the garage and use that to drive back to London on Sunday morning in time for the game. In Suffolk I managed all the things I set out to do and made arrangements for my aunt to be admitted to a nursing home later in the month. By Saturday evening I was eager to return to London but decided that as it had been some time since I drove a car it would be better to return to London during the quiet hours of Sunday morning. I went to be early and obeyed the injunction from the Chris brown, the team captain (and Peter's father) to act with restraint the night before a match. So, despite the urgent pressing of my prick for relief I restrained myself and went into a dreamy sleep imagining all sorts of sexual excitements.
I awoke early and drove rather hesitantly to London, which was mercifully quiet and got back to my bedsit in good time to get ready for the match. I resolved on the journey to take some more driving lessons to increase my confidence for driving through London. Then I got ready for the game. I was dressed and ready thirty minutes before the kick-off and walked over to the park to join the rest of the team and take part in the warm-up. As I neared our pitch I saw a bigger than usual crowd and noticed quite a few faces I knew well talking to people I had never met. As it was a semi-final, the opposition had also brought a large number of supporters as well. I did not have time to do more than give a slight wave to Peter and his friends on the touchline before being summoned by our team captain for the last minute pep talk. Sadly, the rousing words did not inspire us and, helped by sloppy marking and a dubious penalty decision from the referee, we found ourselves two down half way through the first half.
I guess everyone has a dream game and this turned out to be mine. Just before half time I got the ball in midfield and decided on a speculative long-range shot. I think it took a lucky deflection or bounced awkwardly because it somehow sailed into the net. Although still a goal down, we had the psychological advantage after the break but again a poor refereeing decision denied us a penalty, which even our opponents expected would be awarded. Again fate took a hand and shortly afterwards I was able to latch onto a corner kick and slot it home: two all. With minutes to go I scored my hat trick when I again managed to get inside the penalty box and my attempted cross was mis-kicked but ended up in the net! I was swamped by players, who hugged and congratulated me and Mark even managed to give my prick a little squeeze before I got up. A couple of minutes later the referee blew his whistle to end the game. All the players congratulated each other and I was surprised when the captain of the losing team came up and shook me warmly by the hand and smiled broadly as he said, "well done, lad". Our own team captain led those who wanted to carry me off the field in triumph and as we approached the touchline our jubilant fans surrounded us. Among the faces I could see Peter smiling broadly and Gavin and even Jim had come to watch. Nearby were other faces I did not yet know but thought it likely that I would do soon. When the crowd eventually let us down, Chris invited us all invited back to the pub for a celebratory drink. Our team had reached the final of the local area cup tournament and I was the hero of the hour!
All the team and many of the supporters came across to the pub and I was inundated with offers of drinks. I managed to keep some control by arguing that I had to return home to work. Chris our team captain insisted that we all celebrate and announced that there would be a special celebration the following night. If this was what we did when we reached the final heaven knows what would happen if we won the cup! I tried to leave several times before I could manage to escape. As I was leaving I saw Mark and Jim deep in conversation in the corner of the pub and they both came over. Mark grinned broadly at me,
"Fantastic, Prof. (my nickname), you played out of your skin! By the look of you you'll need help getting across to your home. I think Jim and I ought to see you get there safely. We can't have a star like you getting injured. Come on!"
I waved a cheery goodbye to the pub regulars and my team mates and agreed to be helped home. As soon as we got inside the door the atmosphere changed and both Mark and Jim grinned at me in a way that made it clear that they had things to tell me and that my chance of doing any serious work that day were evaporating. Again Mark took charge and announced that before he told me anything about his experiences over the past weeks, Jim would have to go first. He also announced that we ought to get comfortable. As he said this both he and Jim reached over and began to strip me and fondle my prick through my soccer shorts. In no time I was naked and hard. I helped Mark undress Jim who was dressed in his normal clothes and finally Jim and I undressed Mark. We lay on the bed each sporting a hard-on. At last I was ready and said,
"OK Jim what is this exciting news you've got to tell me?"
Jim began by explaining that although he went to the scout camp he was not a scout and his job (apart from the obvious one of being Mark's sex toy) was to do errands and generally help out when needed. Much of the day was his own and he quite liked to wander in the countryside and keep a look out for anything interesting. It happened that the day after they had arrived at the camp, Jim was sent to the local village to but some supplies. As he walked on his way a teenager on a bike overtook Jim and the youngster was riding at high speed. Jim thought he should say something about the unevenness of the path but before he could do so the rider had disappeared from view. Seconds later, Jim heard a cry of pain and ran forward to find the young biker lying in a heap beside the pathway. Although his bicycle was badly damaged, the teenager seemed to be not too badly hurt.
Jim knew a bit about first aid and decided to check the teenager out to ensure there were no bones broken. He soon learned that the young lad's name was Dave Thompson and told the teen that he was Jim. Dave was about sixteen but quite well developed for his age Jim noted. Dave was also good looking and had a fresh innocent looking face but with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. Jim helped Dave to his feet but the boy staggered a little and Jim lowered him gently to the ground and offered him a drink of water. The boy was dressed in tight shorts and a T-shirt and Jim found him rather attractive. The boy was looking at him in a funny way and Jim feared that his desires had been recognised and the boy was frightened. Jim tried to reassure the boy that he was OK and that he would feel fine soon. The boy nodded but still seemed apprehensive.
"It's OK, Dave. There's nothing to worry about. I'll look after you and won't go away until I'm sure that you're well enough to be left to get home safely on your own." Jim said reassuringly.
"I know that," said Dave, "I'm more worried about my brother. He doesn't know I took his bike and he'll kill me if he finds out. I was hurrying to meet someone and now look what's happened. I think I'm OK but it feels wet at the top of my legs. I think I'm bleeding, can you take a look?"
There was nothing more Jim would have liked than to have a good look at the top of Dave's legs but he did not want to appear too anxious or frighten the teenager in any way. Jim looked cautiously at the boy's shorts and then began to slowly ease them down but then Dave spoke again,
"If you're going to do that, don't you think we'd be better off in that sheltered area over there away from the path?"
Jim thought he saw a wicked look in the younger boy's eyes as he helped him into a hollow hidden from the pathway. As soon as Dave was on the ground again, Jim returned to his inspection of his legs. As he eased the shorts down, Dave raised his arse off the ground to enable them to be slipped right off. Jim was confronted with the sight of a completely hairless stomach along with some whispy golden pubic hair and with a slightly hard pink uncut teenage cock nestling beneath it. Jim tried to concentrate on looking for any blood but his eyes kept being drawn back to Dave's cock, which seemed to be growing larger. Jim looked straight at Dave and said,
"I can't find anything wrong down here. There's no blood. Everything seems fine to me."
Dave grinned back at Jim and said,
"I'm glad. But aren't you hot in all that clothing. Why not take a few things off and lie in the sun with me until I'm well enough to go home?"
As he said this, Dave reached over and placed a hand on Jim's cock, which was tenting his trousers and gave it a friendly and knowing squeeze. Moments late the two boys were lying side by side. Dave was able to check out Jim's hard cock. Dave pulled Jim's hand onto his cock and then placed his own on Jim's rolling the older boy's foreskin gently back off the glans. Jim was wanking the younger teen's hard shaft. With each down stroke he pulled the loose foreskin right back hard and then as he pushed up he rolled it forward again so that it went over the ridge at the back of the cock head. Dave took charge of the situation and started to move his body round so that the two were in the classic sixty-nine position. The younger boy spoke authoritatively and ordered Jim to begin sucking him off,
"I think I need more than a wank to recover from my shock. I think oral resuscitation is called for."
Jim willingly took the younger boy's tasty looking cock in his mouth and used his lips to roll the skin off the glans. Then he licked Dave's piss slit and teased the underside of the youngster's cock, which brought a moan of delight from the boy. Although Dave was enjoying being sucked he was as keen to get Jim's cock in his mouth and he adjusted his position so that he could imitate the actions on Jim's cock that the older teenager was performing on him. In a few moments both boys were bobbing their heads in unison as they swallowed each other's cocks. Dave was no stranger to cock sucking and he managed to deep throat Jim easily and was pleased when the older boy reciprocated. Jim was on a short fuse as was often the case and he had hardly touched the back of Dave's throat with his exposed head before the tell-tale signs of orgasm began to start. His balls came up, the excited tingling at the base of his cock as the spunk gathered energy to shoot up the shaft and out through his piss slit grew steadily stronger. It seemed to Dave that hardly any time had passed since the sixty-nine session had started and now he was cumming. A powerful orgasm overwhelmed Jim and he unloaded his hot cum straight into Dave's waiting throat. Dave swallowed all that was offered by Jim and then began to lick the increasingly sensitive glans to remove all the remaining drops of cum. Dave stopped licking Jim's cock and it was clear that his own climax was approaching. Jim knew that the horny youngster was about to deliver a load of creamy boy spunk because he felt Dave's piss slit widen as his tongue licked it. Then Dave was there and he shot ropes of his creamy ball juice into Dave's mouth. Dave swallowed greedily and did not waste a drop as the cum streamed out of the young biker.
When they had recovered, Jim grinned over at Dave and said,
"Better now?"
"Very much, thank you". Came the reply.
Jim finished his story by telling us that the boy was at school near where we all lived and he hoped that he might be invited to one of my extra- teaching sessions.
I agreed but it was clear that the night was not yet over. Although Jim, Mark and I were all hard and wanking each other furiously, I knew that there was yet more news for mew to learn, this time about Mark and we all reluctantly agreed to postpone our own relief until after we had heard his story.
To be continued...
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