The Team
A short story by Xavier
"Come on you Colts. Come on you Colts," chanted our loyal band of supporters from the touchline. We were two goals up on our opponents with only two minutes to go until full time. Nothing can go wrong now, I thought to myself as I ran down the pitch following the action. I was right, the other team were no match for us and the final whistle blew with the score at 3-1. This meant we were well on the way to achieving the West of England youth trophy.
"Congratulations Steve," said Jim Liebecker the team's manager. "That was a great game. I think I did the right thing in promoting you to captain; I knew you had it in you the first time I saw you play." I felt a mixture of elation and relief as I walked back to the changing room. Elation at having won the match and relief that I had lived up to Jim's expectations. I wasn't sure I could be captain those two months ago.
I really enjoy playing for the Congledon Colts. I've been a member of the team for 3 years now; I joined when I was 17. When I say I've been a member of the team for 3 years I mean I've played for the second team for 3 years. I joined the first team just over two months ago, when Jim took over as manager. It was a stroke of luck that Mike, the team captain, was moving away from the district and so the team needed a new captain. Talk about being in the right place at the right time! Apart from the thrill of playing great matches every week I get a buzz out of being with the other lads. My best mate is Malcolm, the goalie; he's 21 and the oldest member of the team. I've known him since we were at school, we've been great mates ever since I first started hand wanking.
Apart from football, Malcolm and I share another interest, young guys. As far as we can make out we are the only two gay lads on the team, although Malcolm has told me about how new team members are initiated, which makes me wonder as some of the things he has hinted at sound really horny. All the other lads are always bragging about how many girls they have laid; you should hear them. We just smile at each other as we admire their lithe young bodies in the showers. Of course we'd join in with their banter and conjure up the odd conquest for them to digest, after all, we didn't want to alarm them at the thought of two horny young gay guys in their midst.
The atmosphere back in the changing room was electric with all the lads shouting and patting each other on the back. Malcolm was sitting on the bench, pulling at his boots, so I sat next to him and started to remove mine. "There's Matt just about to pull his shorts off Steve; look, over there in the corner." I cast my eye in the direction in which Malcolm had suggested and just caught sight of Matt, the youngest team member, removing his silky red shorts. "Don't talk so loud," I urged Malcolm "someone might hear you." Malcolm just laughed. "What, above all this row? I don't think so."
I glanced over to Matt again. He had removed his shorts and was standing only in his athletic support. His back was towards us so we could see his beautifully smooth teenage arse as it was lifted slightly by the elastic of the jock. At 19, he had the tightest little bum of any of the players, a fact which I found quite distracting at times during matches. I felt a tingle run through my balls as I heard Malcolm whisper in my ear. "Bet you'd like to work one up that Steve." I elbowed him in the ribs. "Sssh, don't talk so loud," I repeated.
Of course Malcolm was right, I would love to work my dick right up that tight little footballer's arse, and so would he. The only problem was of course, that Matt was as straight as a die, just like the rest of the team. This fact, coupled with the sight of him now pulling his jock off and standing naked in the corner, only served to intensify my lust. I pulled my shirt over my head trying, as I did so, to keep a discreet eye on Matt who eventually vanished into the showers. "Wow, did you see the tool on that bastard!" Malcolm whispered excitedly. "Bet he wanks himself stupid every night." "And every morning," I added.
We sat alone in the changing area as the last of the lads entered the showers. Malcolm leaned closer to me. "Matt hasn't been initiated yet," he said in a low voice. "Neither have I," I replied. "No, I know you haven't. Perhaps today's the day for both of you." He winked at me as he stood to remove his shorts. Why did I think he wasn't telling me everything about the team?
I've always been a bit worried about getting a real hard on in the showers but have always managed to control myself; today however seemed different. For some reason I felt even more randy than normal as we stripped and joined the rest of the lads in the showers. The excitement of winning the all important game, the sight of young Matt, and Malcolm telling me about initiations, was proving too much for me. "Careful Steve," laughed Malcolm who knew of my fear, "that prick of yours looks like he might get out of control." I glanced down and was horrified to see my prick in a semi erect state.
It wasn't that I was ashamed of my equipment, far from it, I knew that my tool was probably the biggest of the lot of them when it was fully on the hard, that was the problem. If I were to get a real boner, and in the time I had been with the first team I hadn't seen any of the other lads get one, there was certainly no way in which I could hide it.
We started to shower, washing the excess mud from our bodies before, one by one, the whole team ended up in the deep communal bath. There was a great deal of splashing around and it felt great to be in there with all the lads. If only they were available. If only Matt was available.
As my thoughts wandered I failed to notice Matt slowly moving closer toward me. "What did you think of my performance Steve?" His words startled me. "Oh Matt, er.. Yes, great performance. I thought your pass to Dave was brilliant." He was standing right in front of me; his dark green eyes staring me in the face. I felt my tool begin to stir. Oh no, please, not now, I thought as my erection strengthened. It was no use trying to resist, you know the feeling, once that 'hard' button has been pressed there's no turning back until it's 'on'.
Within seconds my tool was fully erect. Thank goodness for the murky water I thought. "And that goal you put in for us was the one which started the game really moving," I blurted, trying to keep the conversation going. He grinned at me and disappeared beneath the water in order to rinse some shampoo from his hair. In seconds, he bounced back up again. He winked and shouted loudly. "Here lads, do you know our captain's got a stiff on?" I could have disappeared down the plug hole. The bastard must have seen my hard on in that spilt second beneath the water.
Before I could say a word my arms were grabbed by someone behind me. At the same time a hand, Matt's hand, took a vice like grip on my now rampant erection. "Fuckin' hell lads, come an' have a feel at this." My worst fears had been realised. I could feel myself blushing. I knew I was a bright crimson. Within seconds I was surrounded by most of the team all of whom seemed eager to examine my excitement. "Bloody hell, it feels massive," said one. "A real Colt," said another. To my surprise young Matt seemed to take control. "Come on lads; let's see whether our captain measures up to his position on the team." A loud cheer reverberated around the room as I was hauled, unceremoniously, to the edge of the bath. "Up on the edge with him," urged Matt.
"Piss off you lot. Leave me alone," I shouted. Of course no one took any notice. They were all being swept along by the excitement. I could see Malcolm at the far side of the bath. He just shrugged his shoulders and laughed. "What can I do?" he mouthed.
Within seconds I found myself sitting on the tiled edge of the bath. My hard on was sticking up like some giant match. My shaft was a bright pink from the heat of the water but my fully exposed knob was a shiny purple. It bounced around as I struggled to free myself from their grip, but it was no use as I soon found my feet being secured by two other lads. "Think he's up to being our captain then lads?" laughed Matt who was now standing in front of me in the water. Another loud cheer reverberated around the room. "He's more like a stallion than a Colt. Just look at the size of his prick."
"Let's measure it," shouted Matt. "Anyone got something we can use?" "Here," shouted a lad, "compare it with my boot, it's a size nine." Matt held the muddy boot against my shaft. "Well would you look at that lads! Our captain's got an eight incher at least." Matt shoved the boot over my prick and started to work it up and down. "Well fuck my old boot," he sniggered. Despite my embarrassment, the thought of young Matt touching my prick was turning me on something rotten. I knew that if he kept doing what he was doing that I wouldn't be able to control myself.
I glanced around at a couple of the lads who were sitting on the edge of the bath with me. For the first time I saw that they too were beginning to show signs of excitement. Their normally flaccid cocks seemed to be in a semi tumescent state. Perhaps they weren't as straight as they made out. Perhaps they weren't as straight as they believed!
"Milk him," came a voice from the crowd. I couldn't believe my ears. "Milk him," there it was again. I thought I recognised the voice this time. It seemed familiar. "Come on Matt, milk the captain." I did recognise the voice; it was Malcolm! I looked over to where I had last seen him and saw his lips moving as the other lads took up the chant. How could you put me through this Malcolm, I thought, secretly hoping that Matt would take him up on it.
I looked at Matt; he looked at me. He hesitated. I struggled, my cock bobbing about like some crazed snake. "Let's see how long it takes lads," he laughed as he took the whole of my shaft in his grip and squeezed hard. He pulled my shaft downwards and let go. It sprang back up and hit my belly with a slap. They all thought this was highly amusing and Matt amused them further by repeating the process.
"Arrgh, be careful. It's not made of steel you know," I protested. "Could have fooled me," sniggered Matt. "Dare you to give him a suck." It was Malcolm again; what was he thinking of? Didn't he care about revealing his sexuality to the others anymore? My thoughts were quickly interrupted as again, I couldn't believe my ears as the lads took up the chant of 'Suck him. Suck him'. Malcolm had really started them off.
Matt looked a little reluctant to take up Malcolm's latest challenge and continued to play with my dick. Without warning, two of the bigger lads grabbed Matt's head and forced his face toward my bobbing organ. "Come on Matt, you started all this and being as you're the youngest team member we think it only right that you should show our good captain here how much you love the team." Fingers were forced into Matt's mouth; prising it open. My excitement grew as I saw them guiding his open orifice toward my gaping piss slit which was now oozing clear fluid.
"Go on, get his mouth on it. Make him gobble." A voice came from behind. I glanced around again. The lads next to me were now playing with their own tools. There was no mistaking that they were enjoying the spectacle. They were hard; the bastards!
Within seconds I felt that unmistakable feeling of a hot mouth over the end of my knob. I looked toward Matt. His head was being pushed into my groin. My shaft was disappearing down his throat. "That's it mate, take it all the way," I heard one of them whisper to him. "Come on, get your tongue around that hard knob end." Matt started to cough and splutter. They had pushed his head too far and he was beginning to gag. They didn't seem to care though. They were swept along in the excitement of the moment, a moment which seemed to be unfolding before me in slow motion, gathering momentum with each second.
Surprisingly, after a few seconds, Matt seemed to settle down. I could feel him stroking the end of my knob with his tongue, running it around and under my rim. The lads holding his head seemed to sense this and let go. "Cor, look at the little cocksucker," shouted one. "He really knows how to suck up to the captain." I glanced around again. To my amazement I saw that Malcolm had grabbed one of the lads sitting next to me, one which he had said he'd fancied, and was wanking him. This seemed to be the signal for all hell to let loose as various lads paired off and started to wank each other. Matt continued to suck me. The lads continued to chant.
"Want to teach young Matt here a lesson Steve?" someone whispered in my ear. I looked around, it was one of the lads holding my arms behind my back. "What?" I snapped as his voice intruded upon the beautiful feelings I was experiencing. "Fancy teaching young Matt here a lesson?" he repeated. "How do you mean?" "I mean that seein' as he's the youngest team member and that we haven't initiated him yet," he winked at me. "You mean we should initiate him now!" He let go of my arm. "Yeah, why not? Come on, he started it all so he has no right to object."
"Initiation. Initiation," he shouted above the din as he pointed toward Matt. The lads reacted instantly to the cry as though it were some magical incantation. Within seconds, Matt was being pulled from my cock and dragged to the far side of the bath. "What's goin' on?" he protested. Malcolm sidled up to the side of me. "Now's your chance Steve. You wanted to give him the benefit of that big tool of yours," he said as he elbowed me. "What! I can't shaft the bastard here, not with all the lads watching." My prick was now aching with excitement and the thought of slipping deep within Matt's firm young body almost brought me to the point of orgasm. "The lads expect it Steve. A new team member has to be initiated and you being the captain must take the lead." "But they haven't initiated me yet," I pointed out. Malcolm laughed. "What do you think Matt was just doing to you? That was no accident."
I jumped down from the edge of the bath, back into the water. 'The lads expect it Steve. A new team member has to be initiated and you being the captain must take the lead.' Malcolm's words spun around in my head as he added "Don't get all hung up mate, they just see it as harmless horseplay." I looked about me and surveyed the situation, recapping what had taken place over the past few minutes. It was Matt who had grabbed my hard prick. It was the lads which made him gobble me. It was the lads who were wanking each other. Perhaps Malcolm was right, just horseplay.
"Let me go," shouted Matt as three strapping lads held him over the edge of the bath. I don't think I've ever heard him shout so loudly before. The look on his cute little face, one of utter terror at the thought of what was going to happen, only added to the excitement. Fuck it, I thought, if the lads want him initiated I mustn't disappoint them. Let's do the bastard's tight arse.
I waded over to where they were holding him. His arse was now clear of the water, his chest being held flat on the tiled floor which was raised at the back of the bath. "Come on Steve, take a good look at our youngest team member. He wants to prove just how much he loves the game, and the team." Two lads were pulling Matt's arse cheeks apart, as one of them spoke, revealing his tight virgin ring. The few fair hairs growing there offered no protection against the prying eyes of his team mates as they laughed at his pink little hole. He may have been protesting loudly but his sexual organs betrayed the excitement he was feeling. I could see his huge balls as they were being held tightly against his body by the contractions of his ball bag. This fact, coupled with the sight of his semi erect prick as it slapped against the tiled wall of the bath as he struggled to free himself, made me even more determined to give him the benefit of my prick.
My heart thudded as I lifted my hand and started to stroke his smooth flesh. How I had longed to do this. Was it really happening? "Come on Steve give him one. Show him who's the captain." Encouragement came from anonymous lips as I started to touch his entrance. He tensed his muscles. "What's wrong then Matt? Not shy are we?" someone shouted. I suddenly lost all my inhibitions, after all, the lads were holding him for me weren't they!
Before I realised it I was pushing a finger into Matt's entrance. Boy was he tight and did he tense his arse! The more he tensed, the more determined I was to push my finger further. A loud cheer erupted as I penetrated his body and forced my finger deep inside. He was hot. "Shove another up Steve, the little bastard loves it," someone shouted. I didn't need much encouragement and soon had two fingers stretching his hole. "Leave my arse alone," he shouted. "Piss off mate, you sucked our captain so it's only fair that you let him have your arse."
After I had succeeded in getting 3 fingers up him, the lads dragged him out of the bath and over to one of the benches which they had manhandled into the centre of the changing room. Matt soon found himself being pinned over it, lengthways. His legs were either side of it, his chest flat along its surface. It was a perfect position in which to violate his footballer's body, his arsehole being presented like some valuable prize on a silken cushion.
Despite the situation, I was still a little apprehensive of shafting him. My fears soon passed as I glanced to the far side of the room and noticed that four of the other lads had paired off and were sucking one another's cocks as though there were no tomorrow. "Here Steve, you're gonna need this," shouted Malcolm as he threw a tube of KY at me. A loud cheer went up as I caught it. "Fuck him. Fuck him," the lads started to chant. "Come on Steve, get that big captain's prick up the little bastard. Show him what it means to be a Colt."
I undid the top of the tube and squirted some of its contents on to Matt's beautifully presented prize. Despite Matt's valiant efforts to keep my fingers out, they were soon deep within him yet again, their passage eased by the slippery gel. One of the lads was kneeling near Matt's head as it was held on the wooden bench. I could hear him talking to him. "Just relax Matt," he said. "Just wait 'til you feel Steve's hot prick right up you, shafting that little footballer's arse." That was the point I really knew I had nothing to lose. I squeezed some of the tube's contents onto my knob. When it was well coated, I stood behind Matt. The sight before me was unbelievable. Thanks to my team mates, the poor little fucker was mine to shag and I could resist no longer.
I knelt behind him, my knob level with his pulsating hole. "Here it comes," the lad said to Matt as I placed my knob against his inviting orifice. Slowly, I pushed. I was savouring every moment. His hole gave a little and tensed, his powerful contraction pushing my knob out. Again I pushed, this time my knob vanished within him and I felt my foreskin being pulled back as I penetrated his inner sanctum. "Give it to him Steve, he loves it. Go on, stick it right up." True, Matt did seem to have settled down a little and had become quiet, but perhaps his silence could be attributed more to the prick which had been thrust deep into his mouth than his acceptance of the inevitable.
The feeling within my body intensified as I started to gain a rhythm. The lads started to clap as they saw me starting to shaft him. I was now deep within him and orgasm was imminent. "Don't cum up him yet," said one. "Why not?" I asked as I shuddered with excitement. "Make him put his kit back on and fuck him like a real footballer." I had no choice in the matter as I found someone tugging at me from behind, pulling me backwards. As my prick popped from his arse I realised that I was as much at the mercy of the pack as Matt was. Within minutes, Matt had been coerced into replacing his muddied kit. I've got to admit that the sight of him in his silky red shorts and black top sent an added thrill through my body.
How his shorts tightened around his firm 19 year old cheeks as he was again manhandled onto the bench, legs apart. I ran my fingers over the material, forcing it into his entrance. "I'm gonna fuck you," I found myself whispering. A sudden movement caught my attention. The four lads who had been sucking each other in the corner were now fucking each other's brains out. Other lads were masturbating as they looked on. I had never seen so many stiff cocks.
I pulled the elasticated waistband of Matt's shorts down. Further and further I pulled it until, again, his hole was in full view. It seemed even more inviting than before, to see it beckoning from just inside the shorts. I thrust the full length of my prick deep within him in one quick movement. "Take that you fucker," I mumbled. My orgasm was building like an atom bomb. I knew I was going to explode any second. How I wanted to pump deep within him, to know that he could feel my throbbing member pulsating against his tight sphincter as I filled his body with my lust. I wanted to shoot but I wanted to prolong the sensation. I noticed the door of the changing room opening, bloody hell, I thought, who the fuck's that?
The look on young Darren's face as he entered was a picture. My eyes probed every part of his sixth former's body as he stood there amazed. My excitement grew and my prick exploded as I caressed his tight little bum encased within his black shorts. I pumped and pumped deep within Matt as I took in the sight before me. I collapsed on Matt's back and whispered in his ear as the lad with his cock deep within his throat continued to fuck his gob. "Thanks Matt. You're a good fuck." "Uh, Uhh," moaned the lad shafting his mouth as he forced himself ever deeper into Matt. "I'm cumming!" Matt began to splutter and I could see white fluid oozing from his lips.
"Just in time Darren," shouted one of the lads. "Get yourself over here, on your knees." The young ball boy willingly complied and was soon kneeling beside me. Darren was a big lad for just 16 and could easily pass for 18. The only thing that really betrayed his age, I had noticed on the one occasion I had seen him naked, was the lack of hair on his body. His chest was hairless. His legs covered only with a smooth down. His pubic region was the only really hairy part, the jet black hairs contrasting alluringly with his soft, smooth skin. The size of his tool however, in contrast to his pert little arse, would betray nothing, any 18 year old would be proud of such a weapon.
Having eased myself out of Matt's arse, which was slightly red with the force of my attention, I sat back on my heels. He was pulled backwards a little until he was over the very end of the bench. A lad pulled Matt's shorts around his knees revealing his tight nuts and stiff cock beneath. His prick jutted against the underside of the bench as it strained forwards. "Grab his cock Darren, go on give him a thrill."
Hold on a minute, I thought. I've been a member of this club for three fuckin' years, afraid to get a hard on for fear of the lads thinking I was gay. How I've secretly eyed up the second team, lusting after their soft cocks in the showers, longing to slip between their tight straight boy cheeks. I had no idea of what the first team got up to, Malcolm must have known all along! He's always been good at keeping secrets though and this must be the best kept secret of them all. Straight! Ha, that's a laugh. As soon as something sparks them off and they have an excuse of 'Horseplay' or 'Initiation' they reveal their true cock sucking, arse fuckin' nature.
Darren didn't need any more encouragement and took hold of Matt's erection, pulling it toward the floor. He expertly massaged his throbbing member, coaxing clear fluid from its tip until it dripped in sticky strands toward the silky material of the gaping shorts. I looked at Darren's face and felt my prick twitching as I noticed how smooth his skin was. He looked at me and winked. "Gonna have this bastard off in his shorts Steve. You watch him spunk." He started to wank Matt's tool faster. Matt started to moan as his prick swelled noticeably. I couldn't resist bending forward and licking Matt's arsehole as Darren fucked about with his tool. It proved too much for him and, as I poked my tongue inside his ring, tasting some of my own cum, he started to shoot his wads into his shorts.
Matt's shorts were soon full of his thick, snow white cum. As soon as he had finished shooting, he was released. "You bastards. You fuckin' bastards," he raged as he stood up, pulling his spunk filled shorts tight around his arse as he did so. "I'm gonna teach you a lesson for playing with my tool kid." He grabbed Darren and flung him over the bench. "Ball boys aren't allowed to fiddle with player's pricks, are they lads." Again a cheer went around the room. The atmosphere suddenly changed. It was no longer a matter of initiating Matt or me. I said that all they needed was an excuse, no matter how illogical and this was the only excuse they needed to have the ball boy. It didn't seem to matter that Darren was only following orders to milk a team member, he still had to be 'punished'. From what I had seen of the little fucker, I couldn't think of one good reason to intervene.
Darren soon found himself exchanging places with Matt as eager hands assisted in his restraint. "Bein' as you're still at school I'm gonna treat you like a schoolkid. What do they do to punish schoolkids who play with footballer's dicks then lads?" shouted Matt, his 'rage' at being shafted having evaporated. "Give them a good belting on the arse," came the enthusiastic reply. Darren let out yelp after yelp as Matt's hand came into contact with his shorts which offered no protection to the soft and tender flesh beneath. After about 12 hard strokes someone shouted, "Here Matt, this should serve the purpose better." An old plimsoll was thrown across the room and Matt leapt up and caught it. "On the bare arse. On the bare arse," came the chant.
Darren's shorts were pulled down revealing the cutest little bum I have ever seen. It looked ever smaller close up and in that position than when I had had a crafty look in the shower. It was smooth and hairless but was becoming red from the thrashing which Matt had given him. "Cor, look at the ball boy's arse. Come on, belt the little fucker a bit more. Teach him that he can't fiddle with your prick Matt." Six, hard strokes with the plimsoll were laid across Darren's arse as he writhed and yelped at each fresh blow. "You're making too much noise kid. Here, this'll keep you quiet," said a lad as he pushed his stiff prick into his mouth. To my surprise Darren started sucking on it eagerly, he was obviously as much an expert cocksucker as a cock wanker. By the time Matt had finished whacking him with the plimsoll, Darren's cheeks were bright red.
I noticed Malcolm was standing against the wall, playing with his hard cock. I stood up and quickly joined him. "You never let on about any of this mate," I said. "Well I couldn't, could I? You can't betray a confidence, you know me." "Yeah but you could have given me a hint, you know." Malcolm just laughed. "What! If I'd told you the team shagged the ball boy whenever they won a match you would have given everything away by having a constant erection." "You mean young Darren there has had it up his arse before?" "Not half Steve. The little bastard loves it. Ever since he walked in whilst they were initiating me about 8 months ago and the lads grabbed him he can't get enough up his tight ring. He even confided in me that he liked the look of you. Used to ask me if I'd ever seen you on the hard." "God, I wish I'd have known that, I wouldn't have cum up Matt." "Ah, but you had to cum up Matt, it was his initiation, remember."
By this time young Darren was pinned on the bench by a lad sitting on his back. He was still sucking cock as another lad started to lick between his reddened bum cheeks. "Come on," urged Malcolm, "watch me shaft him." Before I could say anything, and without another word, Malcolm just walked up behind Darren and lowered himself onto his knees. I quickly followed and stood beside him. The lad licking Darren's hole moved away leaving it all wet with his saliva. "Go on Steve, finger him a bit," urged Malcolm. I didn't need any further encouragement . My prick began to tingle, my balls tighten as I pushed two fingers deep inside the ball boy's hole.
As I fingered him, I couldn't resist grabbing his rampant cock with my free hand. Fuck, did he have a tool on him. His foreskin slipped easily back and forth over his shiny purple knob. I could feel the involuntary contractions within his body as I continued to poke his arse and stroke his throbbing shaft. Malcolm was masturbating furiously and I knew he wasn't far off. He grabbed my hand and pulled it roughly from Darren's arse, his ring contracting violently from the sudden removal of my fingers. "Got to get this up him Steve," gasped Malcolm as he thrust himself within Darren's teenage hole.
Moments after penetration, Malcolm was fucking like a dog on heat. "Arrgh, I'm gonna spunk up him," he moaned. The lads cheered as his arse cheeks tensed. They knew as well as me that he was pumping his goalkeeper's spunk right up the ball boy's arsehole. What a sight it made. Seconds later, the guy shafting his gob let out a similar gasp of ecstasy as he too ejaculated, filling Darren's mouth with his thick footballer's load. I continued to wank Darren's prick as three more team members pumped his arse. It took them about ten minutes to deposit their cargo deep within his body. It seemed there wasn't a second to be wasted.
I looked over my shoulder as I heard a noise. Four lads were wanking themselves stupid. The ball we had just won the match with was at their feet; they had washed it. As I watched, they each, in turn, dropped to their knees, let out a gasp and sprayed the ball with the product of their excitement. By the time the fourth lad had cum his bolt the ball had a thick coating of spunk which dripped, slowly, onto the floor.
Darren was released from the bench and made to stand. His shorts were pulled up, his throbbing prick bulging in their tight confines. "Catch," someone shouted as the spunky ball was thrown at him. "Come on ball boy, show us what you can do with your ball. Get licking." Darren didn't hesitate. The sight of the tight arsed wanker standing there in his full kit, licking the spunk coated ball, was amazing. The thought that he had four loads up his arse overwhelmed me. I knew I had to shaft him.
"Can I fuck him?" I asked Malcolm. "Course you can Steve, you're the captain aren't you!" Malcolm went over to Darren, who was just licking the final drops of spunk from the ball, and whispered in his ear. Darren grabbed his crotch, squeezed his cock through the black material, and winked at me. Without a word, he dropped the ball, bent over, and put his hands on his knees. My knees almost buckled at the sight of his tight ball boy's arse. Was I dreamin'? I prayed I wasn't. That I wouldn't wake up before I could work one up his cute little butt. The room fell silent. "Steve's gonna shaft Darren lads," announced Malcolm, almost triumphantly.
The fact that I had cum my load up Matt only a matter of a few minutes ago was no obstacle. My prick was rock hard again and I knew I was well up to it; by the time I'd finished with him he'd really know he'd been shagged. I knelt behind him and ran my hands over his shorts and between his legs. I could feel his hard cock and soft bollocks inside as I groped around. I wasn't gonna hurry this, the intense feelings coursing through my body needed to be savoured.
The lads gathered around and watched closely as I started to lick the silky material of Darren's shorts. I pushed my nose into his crack and could smell his teenage body, a body which was hot with excitement. Anonymous voices came from the team. "Come on Steve, do the little bastard's arsehole. He's begging for it." I put my fingers in the elastic of his shorts, pulling the waistband down to reveal his well whacked arse cheeks. They looked fantastic as they contrasted sharply against the black of his shorts. The heat emanating from his skin was amazing, that beating really had warmed him up.
I was careful not to pull the shorts too far down. I only wanted to reveal enough of his body to do the job. I wanted to really know that, when I saw him on the touchline during a game, dressed in his kit, that I had been up him and keeping him in his full kit would serve to keep the memory even fresher in my mind. I pressed by knob against his well lubricated entrance and pushed. I was amazed at how receptive the fucker was. He seemed to have perfect control over his body, relaxing his tight entrance to allow access and then, once I was inside, tightening his hole around my shaft with a vice like grip. I had thought Matt was tight but this little ball boy was even tighter.
The feeling was unbelievable as I started to slide in and out. I ran my hands all over his body, feeling his hard boy tits through his shirt. I shoved my right hand down the front of his shorts and grabbed the wanker's tool. "I'm gonna fuck your tight ball boy arse until you spunk," I whispered in his ear. "Go on then captain, FUCK ME!" he said defiantly. The lads started to clap. Those who hadn't spunked were wanking themselves as they watched. I really worked my prick into Darren's ball boy hole.
I must have been shafting him for about 10 minutes when he let out a moan. He went berserk. "Fuck me captain. Fuck my ball boy arsehole. OH! Fuck me. FUCK ME! Work your captain's cock right up me." I thrust even deeper within him and squeezed his cock as hard as I could. I felt his arse pulsating around my prick and I knew he was approaching orgasm. Within seconds, I felt hot liquid gushing from his tool as he pumped his lot into his ball boy shorts. I carried on wanking him as I fucked until I too reached orgasm. My second load of the day was pumped deep inside the ball boy. I carried on fucking him until I had drained every ounce of pleasure from my orgasm and then I withdrew.
He stood up and I pulled the front of his shorts forward. The inside of them was coated in his thick juice. The offending weapon lay in a pool of thick white fluid and was red on the tip from the force of the wank I had inflicted upon it. His smooth belly was slippery with his spunk as I had rubbed it against his skin. I pulled the shorts down and knelt in front of him. I could not resist licking his softening cock and soon had the whole of its length in my mouth. The rest of the lads who still had spunk in their dicks formed a queue behind him and, as I gobbled on his beautiful dick, proceeded to systematically fuck the balls off him.
"Bloody hell, I never expected that," I said to Malcolm as I took a swig of my beer in the smoke filled lounge of the Fox and Hounds. "Well Steve, now that you are a fully pledged member of the Colts' first team and the captain, you can expect it more often." Darren came up to the bar. "Pint of Carling black label please mate," he said to the barman. He looked Darren closely in the eye. "How old are you?" he queried. Darren gave himself away by blushing as he said "I'm 18." The barman laughed. "Pull the other one mate; you're no more 18 than I am." I felt sorry for him as he ended up with a coke. If only the barman knew what he had in his pants and what he liked up his tight arsehole. Perhaps then he would have thought him old enough. "Just look at that Malcolm," I said, surveying Darren's close fitting trousers. "You'd never think he could take so much up that little bum of his would you?" We both laughed as we toasted each other. "Here's to our next victory!
Xavier December 1995
This is a work of fiction composed for the entertainment of adults only. Any similarity between locations or actual persons is purely coincidental. ALWAYS practice safe sex!