After winning our last game, we placed in the regional Finals. All us players were thrilled, to say the least. As we got into the locker room after congratulating each other for a game well played, we all started to strip heading for the showers. We were all sweaty from the exertion and excitement of the game, so we all craved a cold shower. My locker was next to Chris's. He was one of the hottest jocks on the college team and was standing before me in nothing but his jockstrap. His round ass cheeks were slightly separated as he was bending down to get a towel from his locker. Short black curls of hair poked out from between his ass cheeks.
He slammed his locker shut and headed to the showers. I walked behind him, admiring the view. He stepped into the already full shower and pulled off his jock. He exposed a 7-inch soft cock that had been sucked by half the guys in the school, I later found out. He was soaping himself down, when I became brave enough and walked in to the shower next to him.
He looked at me and smiled. I took off my jock and tried my hardest not to get a hard on. Too late! By the time my jock fell to the floor, I sprang a boner. Chris did not seem to notice and started to rub his soap-suds-covered hand between his ass cheeks. The site of him caused my boner to fully harden and I knew I'd better leave before I came right there. I had toweled off and was putting on my briefs, when something touched my ass. Startled, I turned around, there was my soon-to-be fuck buddy Aaron standing behind me. He saw my bulging dick in my jockeys. Up until then, I never thought of him as more than a friend. We were from the same hometown, but now seeing him hard as well, I imagined a potential for more. He was good looking, but was shorter than I and was well-built. He was naked and both his nipples and dick were as hard as rocks. He told me he saw me watching Chris, but he didn't know I was queer. I told him I wasn't gay, when all of a sudden he moved closer to me and the next ting I knew we were kissing. His tongue went down my throat and I just let it happen.
As we were kissing, he was pulling down my underwear, and massaging my ass cheeks. He was a year older than I and apparently very talented in the art of seduction. I started to get scared that someone would see us, but when he began to lick my sensitive nipples, I went limp and didn't object. He laid me down on the bench and he knelt down beside me. He took my balls into his mouth and I felt them filling with cum, ready to burst out. He moved slowly to my cock, nibbling and sucking like an expert. He lifted my sagging balls and started to rim my ass. He licked up and down my crack and then rammed his tongue up my chute. I almost lost my load then. I asked him to fuck me. When I opened my eyes he was already pulling out a condom and lube from his locker. He seemed to have come prepared. After donning his helmet and greasing his lance, he guided his thick dick into my "glory hole" and started fucking me nice and slow. Then he went harder and faster and right away I felt his cum burst into the condom filling the reservoir tip and squeezing out the top. I also climaxed and started to spew cum all over my chest.
He licked up half of it, and rubbed the rest onto his washboard chest. I pulled myself up to give him a sloppy kiss. Then from behind us, we heard applause. The varsity coach and Chris were standing there stroking their cocks. "Welcome to the team," coach snickered. "Well, boys, let's show Bob what teamwork really means." With that, they too got naked. Coach spread some mats on the floor and we all lay down in a circle. It was then that I learned what a "daisy chain" was. We all came a couple more times. We took loads up our asses and down our throats. Then it was time to shower off. While we were drying off, we made a pact to meet for "special" practice as often as we could.
It was simply fantastic. I think every guy should participate in the college sports programs. After all, it does build character, doesn't it? I was left alone with the coach as we both walked out together. He nudged my shoulder and simply said, "you got a great piece of meat on you and know how to use it. I can't wait until I have all to myself."
After that first get together with Aaron, Chris and the Coach, I was totally psyched about the game of soccer. Not only did I appreciate the game, but by playing it I got to interact with a few of the players both on and off the field. During one game, I pulled a muscle when an opponent was hogging the ball and tripped me up. It was an obvious foul, but no one had seen exactly what happened. The guy intentionally tried to injure me. After the incident, they put me on the reserve list as I had a slight muscle strain and it was thought best to rest me if possible. We were playing in the Regional Finals but hell, I could have played a regular game. All my complaining about being side lined, did no good. But they did make a concession; I would be able to play in an emergency. On this Saturday I was being given a lift to the match by the coach because he actually lived quite close to my parents and to use his own words "as I'm passing your door anyway it seems a waste of time for you to have to depend on others. That suited me OK, but I thought at the time that a couple of the other guys lived just as close to Coach, but he hadn't offered them a lift. I got into his car next to him, and he drove off. The match was being played about twenty miles away, and we had enough time to get there.
"Shame about your injury" said Coach, looking across at me in the passenger seat, and smiling.
"Yes sir, but I might still might get to play in the match I suppose, if you decide to substitute".
"Mmm, I'm not sure how sensible that would be. I don't want to put you under any more strain."
As I was unlikely to play, I had not changed into my kit of white shorts and jersey but was wearing faded blue jeans and a white tee shirt. Coach himself was wearing our soccer strip, as he always did on match days even though he was only the coach. At that moment, he drove off the main road, which I thought was a bit odd, and took a side road leading into countryside.
When I questioned this diversion, he simply said "This way takes no longer, and it gets us away from the traffic". By the way, "How's the muscle strain coming along anyway? Are you in much pain?"
"Not at all, sir. It's only when I have to stretch out for a ball that I sense anything." His hand reached across to my thigh and rested on it. "Where do you feel the tension? Is it here on your thigh, or higher?" There was a curious catch in his voice that made me nervous, but I found myself saying "higher" as I was remembering the session with Aaron and Chris. With that he raised his hand gently upwards, and rested it at the very top of my thigh, just touching my crotch.
"If you like I could try some massage. It usually manages to loosen tension amazingly. Do you want me to try it?"
Somehow I knew that what I now replied would have enormous healing benefit for the next half-hour. But I paused only for a moment before saying "yes please sir, that would be good."
"I'll have to pull in off the road, don't want to cause an accident!" With that he pulled off into an even more deserted country lane, and drove up a deserted farm road. "Why don't we move to the back seat, there's more room and I can get working on you properly there." I immediately got out from the front seat, bolted out my door and opened the back door, and we both got into the back
seat. "Now just lie back and relax, Bob. I know what I'm doing. Ever since our group fun after practice with the boys, I knew that I wanted you all to myself." I was ready for this hunky stud to have his way with me and did what he suggested, and lay back in the seat. Coach again started to stroke my thigh through my jeans, at first without touching my mound, but soon his hand began to work more regularly at the top of my thigh. Then he lost all pretence about what he was up to, and lightly brushed the front of my fly with his fingertips.
"Mmm, you are a sexy boy. I've been waiting a long time for this moment. There have been so many times when I have wanted to get inside your school uniform and make you shoot your spunk like in the locker room. Just relax and enjoy this." With that I could feel his fingers fumbling at the catch at the top of my tight jeans, which released and he then pulled my zipper down. He tugged my crisp white tee shirt upwards to expose my smooth flat stomach, and rubbed the bare skin. I was breathing fast now, and very excited. His hand continued its journey, and he began to slip his fingers down inside my open jeans. He went suddenly tense when he made contact with the top of my briefs.
"Oh my God, Bob, you sexy kid. You're wearing nylon briefs, aren't you? That's fucking fantastic, my favorite kind of underwear, and I have to suck your boy cock through them." I just gave myself up to him then. I have always loved the feel of a pair of shiny nylon briefs, and I was delighted that he shared my enthusiasm for them. I just loved the way that the material hugged my cock and balls, and gave them that slippery texture. In class, I would often sit at my desk with a hand in my pants pocket, feeling the shiny nylon which made my cock really hard. Sometimes I would cum and show my wet finger to the guy in front of me. He would suck my finger into his mouth and say how tasty my cum was. The coach pulled at my jeans hard to get them down my legs, and I raised myself up to allow him to pull them off. He gasped as my pants came into view, as they were bulging with my fast-growing hardon. I knew that he was fucking horny, and was loving what he saw. My 18-year-old teen cock was pressing up against the shiny material, and my well-filled balls made the briefs bulge out.
"Quick, stretch out on the seat so that I can work on you more easily" he directed. I didn't need any second instruction, but lay back, pulling my tee shirt up to expose my nipples as I did so. He
pulled my jeans right off my feet, so I was wearing just tee shirt and nylon briefs. He began to pant with lust, and with his eager hand began to massage my throbbing cock mound through the tight straining material. "You sexy little soccer stud, wanting me to jerk you off in your tight nylon briefs. I see that they're wet through with your precum now."
He massaged my eight inches of quivering cock meat then even though it was still in my briefs. Right on cue, I began to saturate my briefs with my precum which flowed freely. I knew that the clear pearls of boy juice were making my powder blue nylon briefs transparent, and then he was staring at my teen meat through the material. He slowly and loving jerked me, and then quickly bent down so that his mouth closed over the my cock shaft in the wet briefs. Noisily and eagerly he began to slurp on my cock head still restrained in my briefs while at the same time massaging my cum-filled balls with his hand. I was loving this, not realizing before how hot such a suck session could be.
I think that I was probably moaning quite a lot by now. I noticed that he had slipped his free hand down to his soccer shorts, and was rubbing himself hard through them; they seemed to be very well-filled too! After several minutes of this suck session, Coach stooped and quickly released
my soaking cock from the confining nylon. He tugged my briefs very slightly down, but only enough to allow my big juicy cock to spring up and out. For the first time now he touched my quivering flesh with his hand. I was so wet from precum that my cock was slippery and made squishy sounds as he continued to jerk me off in regular strokes, and I knew that I wouldn't be able to hold back my orgasm much longer.
Just then, he moved around so that I could have a clear view of what he was doing to himself, and was amazed to see him pull his soccer shorts down to reveal a transparent g-string! I had never seen one of these before, and I was really aroused by it. His throbbing cock and juiced-up balls were clearly visible, and as I watched he began to jerk himself fast by sliding his hand down inside his g-string. God knows how there was room.
"Quick Bob" he said. "I want you to shoot all of your creamy teen spunk for me, over my g-string. I'm going to cum for you at the same time. Come on stud, give me your hot milky boy spunk. Shoot a load of cum for me."
This hot talk made me go wild, and I started thrashing around on the back seat with lust. "I'm cumming, I'm cumming" I shouted, as I felt my spunk begin to travel up my hot shaft in an ecstatic creamy explosion. My spunk pumped in jets over his g-string and soccer shorts, and at that moment he gave a gasp and I watched as his g-string fill up with his man spunk.
Afterwards we cleaned up and got dressed again and moved back into the front seat, my cock was still tingling with pleasure as we headed off down the road. I could hardly believe what had happened, and we hadn't even got to the match yet! I was now wearing my soccer outfit because the coach said that I could play and besides he had plans for me after the game on the ride back home. With that, Coach turned toward me and winked.