Date: Sun, 10 Dec 2006 10:14:25 EST
From: INSILVA92@aol.com
Subject: Football Lad part 1

THIS IS A GAY FANTASY IF IT IS ILLEGAL FOR YOU TO READ IT, FOR ANY REASON,
PLEASE LEAVE NOW. THE SEX WILL BE UNSAFE, IN REAL LIFE PLEASE PRACTICE SAF SEX.

I'm Paul; I'm 26 and keep fit working-out and cycling. I'm 5ft 10 with
cropped brown hair, I have some chest hair, very hairy arms, legs and pubes. I don'
t have an affair, I play the field. My thick, uncut cock is almost 7 inches
long and just over 5 inches in diameter; my flared, purple knob is maybe another
inch in diameter, very prominent. Some of the guys I go with have trouble
taking it up their bums, and some struggle when sucking me off, it makes their
jaws ache. My foreskin is loose.
My parents died 4 years ago in a car crash so I inherited the house which is
in a very quiet cul-de-sac. My immediate neighbours are two nosey old widows,
I have to be very circumspect when I bring trade home from town, they're a
right pair of gossips.
One Saturday this summer I was out cycling, I was only wearing a pair of
tight, black and orange Lycra shorts which show off my packet, and a pair of
trainers. My shirt and `walking' shorts were in my back-pack along with my water.
On my way home I rode into my local park and saw a dozen or so teenagers
playing football, so I stopped nearby, dismounted, lit up a cigarette, and watched
them. They looked to range in age from 15 to 20, but I'm a terrible judge of
younger guys' ages. They were all in different soccer strips, and one side were
playing shirtless, they all had fit looking bodies. I don't usually fancy
really young lads, but some of the older ones looked quite tasty, so I decided to
make myself comfortable and watch them for a while. Because they'd piled all
their stuff on, and propped their bikes and skateboards against, the only
available bench, I sat on a nearby grassy rise to watch them. I finished my fag,
stretched my legs out and leant back on my elbows.
One of the younger looking lads caught my eye, he was dressed in a full,
white nylon Real Madrid strip, and the well worn shorts were definitely a couple
of sizes too small. They moulded themselves around his nice looking packet, and
from the way his packet jiggled about when he ran he was definitely NOT
wearing any underpants. He had a tight, small but prominent, butt; each arse-cheek
looked just big enough to fit into a hand. He was around 5ft 7, and his upper
body looked on the thin side, but he had footballer's legs, big muscular
thighs, covered in a blond down. His blond hair was cropped, a suede-head I think it
's called, his eyes were green and sparkled. He looked very angelic and I
guessed his age to be anything from 14 to 16. He was obviously the joker of the
pack, he was always making cheeky comments to the other lads, one even smacked
him quite hard on his delicious butt, but he just wiggled his butt at the lad
and laughed. The others called him Dean and I noticed a half-caste lad they
called Micky seemed to hover around him.
The ball came my way and I got up to throw it back, but before I could, Dean
raced over and took it from my hands. He winked at me as he took the ball and
with his other hand he blatantly groped his packet.
"Thanks mate, staying to watch the rest of the game?"
"Er, .. yes, sure." I replied.
Was he trying to pick me up or just cock-teasing like a lot of lads his age
do? His mate Micky came running up, glared at me and hissed at Dean.
"Come on you little tart, concentrate on the game!"
Dean took the throw in, looked over his shoulder and winked again, then got
back in the game. I was a bit confused, but my cock wasn't, it was stiffening
down the leg of my tight Lycra shorts; young or not Dean was one  very sexy
boy!. I had to pull my legs up and grab them around the knees to hide my growing
erection. I decided that wasn't good enough so I put my backpack between my
legs, took a swig of water and left the backpack there. I hadn't had sex, or
even wanked off, for a couple of days, I was saving my cum for that night, a good
pulling night. When the others weren't looking Dean kept grabbing his packet
and flaunting his cock at me, and in no time at all it was half hard and there
was a definite precum stain where his knob was. All the other guys took no
notice except for Micky who kept glaring at Dean and at me. After another 20
minutes or so, by which time I'd got a full blown hard-on, the game broke up.
Most of the bare-chested lads pulled T-shirts on and some of the others stripped
their tops off to put on T-shirts and some pulled trainers or jeans on over
their football shorts. Of course they all put caps on. Dean and Micky left their
football kits on and I noticed that they seemed to be having a few words;
Dean threw a JJB sports bag over one shoulder, picked up a skate board and walked
off after giving me a wave. Micky picked up his bike, glared at me, and
chased after him.
Because it was a lovely afternoon I decided to sun bathe, at least until my
erection went down, so I lay back with my head on my hands and closed my eyes.
I was almost dozing several minutes later when a shadow came between me and
the sun and I heard a soft voice.
"Hi again mate, you haven't seen any house keys around here have you?"
I sat up and looked up at Dean who was smiling down at me and playing with
his packet, the precum stain was much bigger.
"Oh, hi, its Dean isn't it?" he nodded. "You've lost your keys?" he nodded
again. "No, I'm sorry, I haven't moved since you and your mates left."
He grinned cheekily and bent down and pulled a set of keys from his trainer.
"Oh look, here they are!"
He dropped down beside me.
"I told the other guys I'd lost them so I could come back to see if you were
still here; I knew Micky, my mate, couldn't come back with me, he's got an
errand to do for his Mum. Well, you know I'm Dean, who are you?"
I smiled at his slyness, we shook.
"I'm Paul, nice to meet you."
"Got a fag Paul, I could do with a smoke."
I got my fags out and we both lit up. Then Dean shocked me, he looked around
and lowered his voice when he spoke.
"Do you want to come to my house and have sex with me? My Mum's at work, and
she won't be back until ten tonight."
"Christ Dean, you're forward for a young guy, how old are you anyway? You don
't look old enough to be chatting older men up like this."
Dean stared into my eyes and became serious.
"I had my 16th birthday 2 days ago, so I'm quite legal. And Micky and me
have been having sex for nearly a year, but I fancy having sex with an older guy,
especially a hairy one, that turns me on even more."
"I'm lost for words, you're a very sexy lad, but I don't normally go with
lads of your age."
"Go on Paul," he wheedled, "I'm really sexed up, look."
Dean glanced around, then pulled the front of his shorts down and I was
looking at his very stiff, quivering, young cock. It looked beautiful, 4 ½ inches
long it was uncut with a tightish foreskin, his knob was slightly flared, and
there were dark blue veins showing under the pale skin of his cock-shaft. He
pushed his shorts down even further, revealing a pair of really big balls in a
tight reddish ball-bag which he grabbed.
"Come on Paul my balls are full of cum and my cock is so stiff I'm
frightened it'll break."
I burst out laughing the earnest look on his face was priceless! My cock
which had  softened started to stiffen again.
"All right, all right, you've convinced me I'd better do something about
that cock of yours. Just let me put my other shorts on so my stiffie doesn't
show. Have you got anything to cover up your cock and that precum stain?"
"Yeah, I've got my trackies in my bag, and I'm so pleased you're going to
come home with me, we'll have a load of fun."
I pulled my baggy shorts from my backpack and put them on over my Lycra
shorts while Dean pulled a pair of white track suit bottoms from his sports bag and
put them on. Then we set off, me wheeling my bike and Dean carrying his
skateboard. He told me where he lived with his Mom, and I knew the street, about a
quarter of a mile from my house.
He never stopped talking, I found out that his Mom was a hospital cleaner and
quite often worked a double shift for the extra money, like today, and that
there were just the two of them at home. Dean's Dad had left them when Dean was
6, his Mom met a younger guy, Mark, a couple of years later, when Dean was 8
and he'd moved in. Mark was 20 and Dean's Mom was 27 at the time. Dean told
me he adored Mark, who treated him like a younger brother, and he'd been
heartbroken when Mark and his Mom had had a flaming row last year and she'd thrown
him out. Dean seemed to get a little upset when he talked about Mark, so I didn'
t question him further. He did add that Mark had bought him the Real Madrid
strip 2 years ago for his birthday.
When I asked about Micky Dean told me that he was his best mate and that they'
d been having sex together since Mark left. But Micky was very jealous and
didn't want Dean to have sex with anybody else. Dean loved sex and he always
wanted to try it with other boys or men, to learn new things.
We'd reached Dean's street by now and turned into it. We were on the left
hand side, which started with a warehouse and opposite was a large factory,
which ran the length of the street. The houses started after the warehouse, about
20 terraced houses. Dean grabbed my arm and told me:
"My house is the first one past the warehouse, I turn down the passage way
between the warehouse and my house, and go in by the back door, that way the
neighbours don't see who I've come home with."
We turned down the entry and went through the garden gate, Dean dropped his
skateboard and told me to prop my bike against the fence. The back door opened
onto a short corridor, the kitchen was on the left and a door on the right
opened into a long narrow hallway with a staircase on the left and two open doors
on the right.
"Dining room first door, living room second door, my bedroom upstairs! Come
on."
Dean grabbed my hand and literally dragged me up the stairs two at a time.
His bedroom was at the back, there was a double bed and a desk with a desktop
PC, the walls were covered in pop and football posters; but I didn't get much
chance to study them.
"Come on Paul, get your clothes off, I want to see your body."
I began to undress and I watched Dean, he pulled his trackies off, kicked his
trainers off, then almost reverentially removed his Real Madrid strip placing
it carefully over a chair, then he turned to face me. His upper body wasn't
as thin as I'd thought and there was slight muscle definition, he had a pair of
prominent bright red nipples. Apart from the soft golden down on his forearms
and thighs his body was totally hairless except for a few wispy blond pubes.
His stiff cock was pointing straight up his body, almost touching his belly. I
marvelled again at the size of his big balls, and my cock started to harden
as my eyes took in his beautiful, sexy, young body. He looked me up and down,
then he was in my arms. As I bent to kiss him he sighed deeply, and, just
before we started kissing, he whispered:
"Thank you Paul, thank you for coming home with me."
Our kissing got more passionate, our stiff cocks were trapped between our
bodies, and Dean was rubbing his chest against mine as I took an arse cheek in
each hand and fondled them, they were so firm and warm. Then Dean broke away and
spoke again, this time his voice was husky with passion.
"Let's 69 Paul or I'm going to shoot my load. I'm so sexed up, your hairy
body and hairy pubes are such a turn on for me."
I got onto the bed and lay back, my hard cock pointing toward the ceiling,
the first time he'd seen it fully hard.
"Bloody hell Paul, your cock's big and thick enough, but your knob's
massive, I'm going to love sucking on that! Oh, I love to eat cum, so I'll eat
yours, will you eat mine?"
I smiled up at him.
"Try to stop me!"
Dean giggled then lay down on top of me in a 69, and I opened my mouth as he
pulled his throbbing cock away from his body and pushed it in. I found his
cock shaft and Dean moaned as I pulled his tight foreskin back and lodged it
behind his corona. When I began to attack his knob with my tongue he moaned even
louder. I started to suck his knob and was rewarded with my first sly, almost
non-taste, of the boy's precum. Dean was attacking my cock with relish and it
was obvious he'd sucked cock many times before. I reached out and took one of
his large balls in each hand and fondled them, they must have been half as big
again as mine, and mine are average. Dean lifted off my cock.
"I'm that sexed up I'm going to cum soon, will you keep sucking my cock
after I've cum? I'll be able to cum a second time."
I nodded my head in reply, transferring my agreement through his throbbing
cock.
"Good." Dean replied.
Then his mouth was back around my cock and he continued his expert work. His
busy tongue was everywhere, all around my knob, in and out of my wide
cock-slit, up and down my throbbing cock shaft. I needn't have worried about him
coping with my big knob, he seemed to be an expert at cock sucking. I could feel
his heart hammering against my stomach as he squirmed around on top of me
rubbing his smooth body against my hairy one, his hands roaming up and down my sides
and legs. Dean's breathing got laboured and I prepared myself for his
ejaculation. Although his mouth was stuffed full of my cock I distinctly heard a
gasped "YES!" as his body stiffened and his hot young seed spurted from his cock.
I started swallowing immediately as shot after shot of tasty young cum
started to fill my mouth, and all the time he was cumming Dean kept working on my
knob. Dean came loads, I had trouble swallowing  all of Dean's cum, it tasted
great, I'd forgotten how `sweet' young lads' cum is. Eventually he finished
shooting and when I'd swallowed the last drop I started to work on his cock
again, it had softened, but only slightly, and it was stiff again within seconds.
After several more minutes of Dean's sterling work on my cock I could feel my
orgasm building. I wanted us to cum together if possible, so I let go of his
big, juicy balls, grabbed his hips and pushed until his cock left my mouth and
slapped against his belly.
"Dean, I want us to cum together if possible and I'm very close, your
cocksucking's so good. So can you lay off my cock until you're closer to cumming
again?"
Dean lifted his head, and my cock dropped onto my belly.
"Sure Paul, I'd like that too, but I'll miss having your thick cock and big
knob in my mouth, I so enjoy a big cock to suck on. I know, I'll play with
your hairy arse instead."
After stuffing his cock back into my mouth he stuck several fingers into his
mouth to wet them and they were soon running up and down my sweaty, hairy,
arse crack. I concentrated on sucking his cock and fondling his big balls. I
grunted when he pushed one, then two fingers into my arsehole, I'm versatile, so I
enjoyed it when he began finger fucking me. I began to squeeze his balls a
little harder causing Dean to groan louder. After several minutes Dean muttered
in a husky voice.
"I'm getting close again Paul, do you want me to start sucking your big
thick cock again?"
I nodded and I felt his warm, moist mouth engulf my knob again; the finger
fucking he'd been giving me had been good enough to keep my cock hard. Dean
continued to finger fuck my arsehole as his clever mouth worked on my cock, he
even added a couple more fingers. I let go of his balls and ran my hands over his
arse cheeks, I traced over his pucker, it felt greasy, so I pushed a couple
of fingers into his arsehole, his hole had definitely been greased up. Dean
took my fingers with ease, just grunting when I forced past his sphincter. I'd
have to ask him about the grease later I thought to myself. I felt my spunk
bubbling through my tubes and I thrust my hips upwards when my first spurt of cum
shot from my wide cock-slit. I heard Dean begin to gulp my cum down, I knew I
was going to cum loads and I hoped he could eat it all. As my second spurt
shot out I felt Dean's young body stiffen again and his first spurt of sweet
young cum hit the back of my mouth, I greedily swallowed it. I must have shot 8 or
9 times and Dean ate every drop. He came almost as much as the first time and
I ate all of his sweet young cum with relish.
When we'd finally sucked each others' bones dry we removed our fingers from
each others' arseholes and Dean wriggled around on my body until we were face
to face.
"That was great Paul, when we've rested a bit will you fuck my bum? I can't
wait to have that big knob stuffed up me."
Before I had a chance to answer Dean was snogging me passionately, mingling
the taste of both our cums.

End of part one

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