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.
Thanks to those of you who have written to me. Hope you like this episode. I'm away for a couple of weeks on vacation so there won't be another chapter for a little while. Hope this will be enough to keep you
going (or should that be cumming?).
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 5
Part Five: Four become five!!!
I woke up on Monday morning after my evening with Mark with my usual morning hard on but decided not to take action to remedy the problem with the hope that I would be meeting Peter, Gavin and Mark later in the
day. As I had no lectures until after lunch I lazily lounged in bed before getting up and dressed.
I noticed that in the mat there were a number of items of mail. The first was a package, which contained another video from Mark and a note.
The note said that he had a meeting that night and would not be able to
meet Gavin and me as he had hoped. He added that he knew that Peter would be at the same meeting so he would not be attending either. Mark suggested that I might like to watch the enclosed video, which was another teen sex video, which he thought Gavin, and I would enjoy. I rather doubted that Gavin would come without Peter. The second note in the mail confirmed this view. It was hastily scribbled by Peter to say that he had to go to a scout meeting and that his and Gavin's next 'mat
delayed until Wednesday.
The third item was a letter from my oldest friend Terry Champion who I had known since I was five years old. Terry had lived nearby and we had been best friends at primary school. He and his parents had been very kind to me when my own parents had been killed in an accident and, although our paths went separate ways, we had remained strong friends. Nothing sexual ever happened between us. I knew he was uncut because I had seen his dick quite often. On one occasion when we were still very young we had speculated that the fold of skin at the end of his dick was
due to the fact that he was slightly older than I was and that when I grew up the exposed end of my cut cock would grown a piece of skin like his. I also knew that Terry's interests in girls began almost as soon as
he began wanking. Terry was, however, the best footballer I had ever known and he had joined a professional league club as a trainee at the age of fifteen. After playing first team league football he had been transferred to a major football club and was soon becoming a regular member of the side. I knew from a previous letter that he was likely return from injury for the game in London this Monday evening.
I opened the letter from Terry and out dropped a letter and attached to it was two tickets for the evening game. I read the letter, which as usual was not all that long:
Dear Steve
How's it going? I'm going to be playing tonight and thought you and a friend could use the enclosed tickets if you don't mind sitting with the
'away' crowd. Also two tickets for the players lounge for a drink after. I'll see you in there if you make it. There's something important
I need to ask you.
Will write again soon but hope to see you tonight.
Terry
Well I wouldn't be having the pleasure of Peter, Gavin and Mark but I would be going to the football. This wasn't as good but it was not a bad
compensation! Terry knew that I always tried to get to games nearby when he was playing but as usual he had guessed ticket for this all-ticket game.
I might have invited Gavin but I was not sure where he lived and was not
sure either how much he liked to watch soccer. There might be someone at College I could ask when I got there later in the morning.
As usual on a Monday I travelled into College after the rush hour, as I did not have any lectures until after lunch. I went to the lunchroom and
bought a sandwich and settled down to see if any friends came in whom I
could ask to go with me to the football that evening. None of my usual footballing contacts came in and I was resigned to going to the match alone.
After my final class of the day I bought and burger and decided to head off towards the stadium. It was a big all ticket game and I wanted to get there early and avoid the crown. On the train travelling towards the
ground I noticed a blond haired youth get on at a later stop and sit down opposite me. He was a little younger than myself dressed in the colours of Terry's team. I smiled at him and called him over and asked,
"Going to the game? It should be good tonight - a real top of the table match."
My fellow traveller looked at me and replied ruefully,
"I hope so, but I haven't got a ticket and I don't have that much money to buy one."
"Your luck's in. I've got a spare ticket for tonight I'm a mate of Terry
Champion and he sent me two tickets for the game and for the Players' lounge afterwards. You're welcome to have my spare if you would like it."
"Bloody hell. I would. Don't know how much it will mean to get in. I can
give you a few pounds for it if you want" was his immediate reply.
"Don't be silly. I got them for nothing. Why should I charge you for them? By the way if we are to be companions for the evening we might as well know who we are, so my name is Steve." I said.
"And I'm Jim. I really don't know how to thank you. We're going to have a great evening and I can't believe I'll get to meet some of my heroes afterwards."
My decision to offer Jim the spare ticket was made easier n s team but the fact that he was rather good looking with blue eyes and quite full lips. Above all, however, he had a
large packet that was shown off to the full by his tight jeans.
Jim and I got off the train and walked towards the entrance to the ground. We had to go to the far side of the stadium to get to the gate for visiting supporters and passed through into the ground. I checked where our seats were and then we went off in search of more food. By this time the ground was beginning to fill up so we moved to our seats and awaited the kick off.
The game was very tight fought but half way through the second half Terry's great run down the wing and his inch perfect cross led to the only goal of the game. After that Terry, who had only just returned to the side after injury was substituted and went off to an early bath. When our team scored Jim and I cheered as loud as the rest of the group in our area but as we sat back down I managed to 'accidentally' graze his tight jeans with my hand. I was not sure but I thought that after this touch my new found friend began to press his leg a bit more obviously against my own leg. When the game was over Jim and I found our way to the Players' lounge, which was full, so we had to push our way to the bar to get a drink. Jim
was just behind me and I was now sure that he was pushing into my arse a bit more closely than was necessary even in that crowd. He continued to press against me as I ordered and paid for two beers. Then we tried to find a bit of space to drink our beers and wait for Terry.
The wait seemed to go on forever but eventually Terry appeared in the doorway and after stopping to sign autographs and speak to other fans, he walked over to where I was standing. I though Jim was going to pass out with excitement as I introduced him to Terry who agreed that he would get the whole team to sign the programme and send it back to him via me. Then Terry turned to me and said in a serious voice,
"Thing is, Steve, me and Lizzie are going to g ou to be best man. You're my oldest friend
and the most intelligent and I can't think of anyone better to do the job. And Lizzie thinks so too. You will do it won't you?"
"Of course I will, Terry", I replied, "wild horses wouldn't stop me. Just tell me the time and place and I'll be there. I'm flattered and honoured to be asked."
Before we could discuss any details, Terry was whisked away by other fans and Jim and I were left alone again. Jim looked at his watch and said,
"Is that the time? I'll have to go. My mum's going to be worried stiff if I'm not back in soon."
"Where do you live?" I asked.
When Jim told me I realised he lived very close to me and told him so. His eyes lit up and lit up even more when I suggested that we go back together.
We were quite lucky in that we got to the station and there was a train due almost immediately. The station was quite crowded and so was the train so we were crushed against each other for several stops. As we got
on I pushed both hands into my jeans pockets and Jim stood facing me with his groin right close to mine. As the train moved about I could feel his thighs push against my hands and he smiled at me and said,
"I really am most grateful for the opportunity to see the game tonight and if I can shown my appreciation in any way, please don't hesitate to ask."
While he was speaking he had moved even closer and I felt something hard
push against the hands in my jeans. I moved my hand slightly so that I could give it a better feel of this hard object. Jim continued to look straight at me and we both knew that if the other wanted to back off we could put the incident down to the movement of the train.
But, of course, neither of us did want to back down! The train crowds began to thin out and we found a seat and I sat down with Jim standing right in front of me, his crotch level with my eyes and he was obviously
holding his boner with his hand in his pocket. His hand made slight but
obvious wanking movements and I looked up and gave him a no
coming up and although I should have gone on a couple more stations I got up and left the train with him. As we left the station entrance, Jim whispered to me,
"We can't go to my place because there are people at home but I know an old derelict building nearby if you want to go there."
I nodded at Jim and said, "Let's go!"
Arriving at the derelict house, Jim led me to a dark corner and as I approached his hands reached out and began to feel my stiffening prick through my jeans. I leaned into him and used my hands to feel Jim's hard
boner and gently unzipped his jeans. I pushed my hands inside and was rewarded with a hard dick shaft bulging in his underpants which I readily took hold of. I was just starting to work my way up to the head of his dick when Jim groaned and said,
"Oh no. Sorry."
I thought he had changed his mind but that wasn't it at all because at that moment the hard shaft I was holding throbbed violently and his shot
a large load of hot teenage cum out of the head and into his underpants. I could feel the squelchy mess and he said,
"Sorry. I can never hold back when I'm excited, but I am more than ready
to wank you off if you want."
"Don't worry about it Jim", I replied, "I'll hope to get another load off you before you go home and somewhere better than in your underpants too!!"
As I spoke I leant down and started to suck some of the jizz from the material of his pants, which I pulled slowly down to expose a rather attractive and nicely proportioned uncut dick. Jim's shiny glans remained completely uncovered except for a tiny bit of skin just by the rim. I took the head n my mouth and licked it clean and the teenager sighed loudly as he fumbled to release my hot dick. He reached in and slid my cut cock head out from my underpants and began to run his fingers down the shaft pausing to gently rub the slight ridge where the circumcision scar was. He reached back up and took some of the pre-cum from my piss slit and began to rub it over my hardening shaft as I continue ered,
"Do you want to go inside the building. It clean and safe and we could be more comfortable."
I nodded my agreement and the two of us crept inside the building and found a suitable space to lie down and get undressed. Soon we were both naked and from the pale light that came in from the streetlights outside
we each took the chance to admire each other's dick. I moved the loose skin back over the head of Jim's cock as he played gently with my hard shaft and streaked it with my still copious pre-cum. Without a word Jim moved down so that his head was level with my prick. Then he opened his mouth and took it inside his mouth using his full lips to create an incredible suctioning effect as he drew the head and shaft deep into his
throat. Jim's cock was showing signs of coming back to life as I licked
and sucked his flaccid shaft, big balls and beyond to his tender arse hole. We were both moaning with pleasure at we used our mouths to good effect. I was looking forward to being sucked off by Jim who seemed well
equipped to perform that task when he suddenly stopped and let my prick
fall from his lips and said rather shyly,
"Would you be willing to fuck me? I think I owe you at least that for this evening."
I hadn't had a fuck for some time and was more than eager to shove my prick up Jim's arse but I hardly knew the lad. So I replied,
"Only if you're sure. You don't look old enough to have been fucked much."
"Well actually I'm 17 next week and you'd be surprised how many times I've been fucked not least by my uncle who's a local builder and started
doing me when I was 14. I like your prick though and want to have it up
me, so do it now!" came Jim's reply.
I didn't wait a second time but moved him gently onto his side and moved
the head of my prick to his tight hole. Once there I gently pushed the well-lubricated head and found that his hole opened quite readily. I was
in and pushed on further so that more and more of my shaft was buried in his guts. Then I felt my balls slap agains
As I did so Jim pushed back and so we began a slow
but steady rhythm. As my fucking motion speeded up I reached round and took hold of Jim's hard cock and I wanked him in time to the fucking.
"Oh yes, Steve wank and fuck me together. Make me cum again." Jim gasped
as I went in and out of his eager hole.
"Yeah. You're a great fuck, Jim", I replied growing breathless as my orgasm approached. "And I'm going to shoot my hot cum deep into you any second now. Are you near to cumming too?"
"Yes. I'm almost there", Jim gasped as he too fought to control his breathing.
I was there and I started to throb and spit my cum down my fuck tube and
into Jim's bowels. As I did so he tightened his grip on my shaft and I recognised the signs that he too was about to shoot. Still wanking his shaft furiously with one hand, I held the other close to the inflamed head and caught several shots of cum as they fired out. I raised the hand to my lips and took some in my mouth before offering the rest to Jim, who eagerly lapped it up.
My prick began to lose its hardness and gently slid down and out of Jim's arse with one final plop. Jim was also softening and after a lot of hugging, we slowly got dressed. Jim's mum was going to have a fit when he got in he was so late but neither he nor I cared. We had had a wonderful evening together. I gave Jim my address and he gave me a number where I could reach him and we agreed that we would have another 'football' evening very, very soon.
To be continued....
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