Date: Mon, 28 Feb 2011 12:13:13 +0100
From: Shaun White <corcega112@hotmail.com>
Subject: It Started at School - Chapter 5

This story is completely fictional. Names, characters and incidents are a
product of the author's imagination, and any resemblance to real people or
incidents is completely coincidental.

This story contains descriptions of sexual interactions. If you are
uncomfortable reading such material, or are not permitted to do so legally,
please leave this page immediately. Please read at your own risk.

It Started at School – Chapter 5

     As soon as I arrived home I rang the mobile phone of one of my friends
from School, Jake.  He was also one of James' boys.  I told him I was
invited along with a friend to the football match the coming Saturday and I
asked if he wanted to come with me.  I knew he supported the team but, like
me, he could not afford to go to watch the games very much.  He said he
would love to come so I told him to meet me outside the school gates at
2.00 pm on the Saturday afternoon.  I suggested it might be best if we were
five minutes early in case the car collecting us was a bit early.

     Saturday arrived and I met Jake just before 2.00 pm as arranged and we
had only been there a couple of minutes when a big Bentley car pulled up at
the kerb and the driver got out and introduced himself as Bob's Agent and
therefore our chauffeur.  Jake and I sat in the back seat and felt like
Royalty as the Bentley purred quietly away.  Before pulling away we were
handed a Club scarf each and told we should look the part as supporters.
We were driven into a special parking space in the player's car park at the
ground and then the Agent whose name was Richard took us through a side
door and showed us to our seats which were just a couple of rows behind
where the substitutes for the team would be seated waiting in case they had
to take part in the game.  We were each given a programme for the match.
We sat and looked around excitedly as we saw quite a few faces who we
recognised as back room staff attached to the Club.  Eventually the teams
ran out on the field and the players waved to the crowd and Bob seemed
specifically to look directly to Jake and me and waved as though he was
only waving at us.  I felt very proud.  The match started and time seemed
to fly past and at half time Richard took us to get a drink of Coke.  By
that time our team had scored a goal and so we were leading 1 – 0.
After the interval we were soon engrossed in the game again and by the end
of the game we were overjoyed that our team had won three goals against one
goal but more important for me was that Bob had scored the final goal just
five minutes before the end.

     As soon as the game was over Richard collected us and took us through
to the Players' Lounge.  There were quite a few people already there and
Richard soon brought us a glass of Coke each and we stood in a corner
looking at all the faces and trying to work out who they might be.  After
about twenty minutes one or two of the players drifted in and mingled with
the people there and chatted freely.  Bob walked in and after getting a
Coke for himself he came straight to us.  He handed a bag to each of us and
said "Here are a couple of souvenirs for you so you will remember today. I
don't know if you noticed but I wore a different shirt for the second half
of the match.  That way I had two shirts to give one to each of you.  I
have signed them.  Also there is another programme in each bag but this
programme is a bit different if you look at the middle pages."  I looked at
mine and it was autographed by every player on both sides.

     We spent a few more minutes chatting.  Bob asked me about my home life
and what were my best subjects at school.  He seemed genuinely interested
in me.  Then he asked if we were ready to go home.  We reluctantly agreed
that we ought to be heading home but we were amazed when he said he was
going to drive us home.  We went out to the same car park and to the
Bentley in which we had arrived.  Jake and I sat in the back seat again and
Bob set off to take us home.  First he drove to where Jake lived and
dropped him off.  I transferred to the front seat at Bob's request and he
set off again for the short journey to my house.  As soon as the car was
moving he put a hand on my upper thigh and just rested it there.  He said
how pleased he was that I had been able to come to the match and he hoped I
would be able to attend many more.

     As we approached the street where I lived I expected him to stop and
let me out a short distance from home but instead he drove right up to the
house and surprised me by asking if he could come in to meet my mother.  I
said she would not have been home long from her work so she might not be
ready for visitors.  He smiled and said he only wanted to say a quick hello
so I said I supposed it was OK.  He parked the Bentley right outside our
door and immediately I noticed neighbours looking out of their windows to
see who was in the big car.  Bob and I got out and walked to the front
door.  I opened the door and shouted "Mum, I am home and we have a
visitor."  My mum appeared and looked completely shocked as she recognised
who was with me.  Bob held out his hand and said "I am so pleased to meet
you, Mrs Hedley.  Your son has given me such glowing reports of what a good
mother you are I just had to see for myself.  You see my mother and father
still live in the South of England where they have always lived and I had
to move North because of my career but I miss my mum a lot.  I have a
lovely house but it is not a home.  I don't want to intrude on your privacy
but I just wanted to meet you after hearing such glowing reports.  I like
your son a lot and maybe we can all become friends.  I would like that if
that is alright with you but for now I must not keep you as you will want
to chat to your son and ask him if he has enjoyed his afternoon.  I hope he
has enjoyed it as much as we at the Club have enjoyed having him and his
friend with us."  Bob shook the hand of my mum and grabbed hold of me and
gave me a tight hug before turning to leave but before leaving he said "I
hope we will meet again very soon."  I guessed what he meant and was pretty
sure neither of us would have to wait very long.

     My mother quizzed me about what we had done at the match and how much
we had enjoyed our time there.  She could not believe that one of the top
players had brought us home but I could not enlighten her why he had done
so.  She commented on what a nice young man he seemed to be, not at all the
sort of person she expected a rich professional footballer to be like.  Now
I had to settle down to my normal life again.

     I was not all that surprised when James rang me the next day and said
I had a booking for Tuesday afternoon, a repeat of the week before.  I said
I was free and would be happy to meet the same man again.  He said Bob had
told him that I need not go to wait at Macdonald's this time, he would
collect me from my home at 1.00 pm on Tuesday afternoon.  James seemed
surprised when Bob said he knew the address.  I said I would explain it all
to him later.

     Tuesday came round and sure enough spot on 1.00 pm as I looked out of
the window the red Ferrari pulled up outside.  I rushed out and climbed in
and as Bob pulled away at speed I saw more faces looking out of neighbours'
windows.  That would give them something to gossip about, first a Bentley
and now a Ferrari.

     We were soon at Bob's house and as soon as we were in the lounge we
both stripped naked.  Bob took me in his arms and kissed me passionately
for what seemed like ages but was probably only a couple of minutes.  He
went to the drinks cabinet and poured two glasses of chilled Coke and we
sat side by side on a couch.  Bob said how happy he was to have me there
again.  We chatted about the game on the Saturday and I said how thrilled I
was to be treated like a VIP.  He said "But, Craig, you are a VIP in my
eyes.  You are very special."  After a few more minutes Bob suggested we
should go to the bedroom.

     He led the way and soon we were lying in each other's arms cuddling
each other and kissing like a newly married couple on their honeymoon.  He
asked "Can I fuck you again, please?"  I replied "I will be very
disappointed if you don't.  I want to feel you inside me again and not just
once.  You managed it twice last time so I expect it at least twice this
time."  He reached for the tube of lube and soon I was ready for him.  As
soon as we were in position I relaxed and he entered me.  He pushed
steadily in and without pausing managed to enter me fully.  It felt so good
to feel his big, hard cock buried deep inside me.  I said "Fuck me, please,
Bob.  I want you to give me a really hard and deep fuck.  I want every
centimetre of you deep in me."  He started to fuck me slowly but I said I
wanted him to go harder, faster and deeper.  He quickened his pace and was
soon giving me a real Royal fucking.  I was loving it.  After about ten
minutes of this he came inside me and he seemed to keep pumping more and
more into me but eventually he was drained and had to pull out.  We lay
together looking at each other with love in our eyes.  He said how
wonderful that had been and he had been wanting that ever since the last
time.  I said we could have a rest now but then when he was ready we could
have another session.

     He suggested we should go downstairs again.  He led the way but
instead of going in the lounge or the swimming pool he took me into a games
room where there was a full size twelve foot long snooker table, a smaller
pool table and a mini work station at one end where he obviously trained
and kept himself in peak fitness.  He suggested we have a few frames of
pool.  I had played pool a few times before but I was not very good at it
although I did enjoy playing but this time it was different.  We were both
playing totally naked.  I soon realised that Bob was quite an expert and
the only time I came anywhere near winning was when he obviously took pity
on me and gave me a chance.  I must admit he did occasionally break my
concentration on the game when I would lean over to take my shot and I
would feel his hand on my bum or he would stand close behind me so I could
feel his body touching mine.  I accused him of taking advantage of an
innocent young boy but he commented "maybe a young boy but hardly
innocent."  We laughed together.

     After half an hour during which time he won every game he asked if I
was ready for more sex.  Well, you know me by now, never one to refuse a
treat so I said I was ready for anything he had to offer and hopefully it
was about eight inches long.  He smiled and said "Can we do it different
this time?"  I said "I am game for anything.  What do you suggest?"  He
said "Come here."  I went to him and he asked me to kneel down and give him
a blowjob there and then.  I did so and soon he was fully hard again.  He
withdrew from my mouth and asked me to stand up again.  He then turned me
round and told me to stand at the side of the pool table and bend over so
that my elbows rested on the table but my feet were still on the floor
although a couple of feet apart.  As soon as I was in that position he came
up close behind me and was soon entering me yet again.  This time he wasted
no time in fucking me hard.  The harder he went the more I enjoyed it.  I
kept saying "Yes, Bob, harder, please."  He did just that, fucking me hard
for at least twenty minutes before filling me with his second load of the
afternoon.  He stayed in me until he had softened and slipped out.  He
turned me round and kissed me and out tongues battled each other until we
finally parted.

     He led me through to the lounge now and asked me to sit on the couch.
He knelt in front of me and parted my legs.  He took hold of my cock which
was almost fully hard.  He bent forward and took me in his mouth and closed
his lips around me.  I could feel his tongue exploring the full length as
his head bobbed up and down.  He was good.  I was soon feeling that strange
sensation and knew I would cum very soon so I warned him that if he did not
ease off I could not stop myself from cumming.  He did not stop so I went
with the flow and allowed him to bring me to a climax.  I shot a first
squirt into his mouth followed quickly by a second one.  He swallowed and
then I shot a couple more times before my final amount just oozed out
slowly.  When I had finished he swallowed again before rising and taking me
in his arms and kissing me yet again.  This time I could taste my own cum
from his tongue.  I thought to myself "I might get to like this."

     Bob suggested we should take a shower so we went to the bedroom and
into the en-suite where we showered together using plenty of soap and
shower lotion and Bob even managed another stiffie and entered me yet again
but this time he did not cum, he just enjoyed a few moments of us being
joined as one.  Now it was time to get dried and then dressed.  Bob said
how much he had enjoyed my visit and said he was going to have to do
something to make it possible for us to see more of each other somehow.  He
realised that once the school holidays were over I would not be able to
spend my Tuesday afternoons with him but he hoped we could find a time to
be together again although of course weekends were awkward for him with him
having matches to play.  He said he would think it over and try to find a
solution.  He asked me for my mobile phone number.  He said he would like
to ring me occasionally for a chat because he spent many an hour at home
alone and it would be nice to chat to me.  He then handed me two hundred
pounds and when he realised I was going to say something he put a finger to
my lips and said "Shhhh, don't say anything, just accept it with all my
thanks.  There is plenty more where that came from.

     We kissed again and then we went to the car and once more he took me
home in the Ferrari and as earlier he drove right home and dropped me right
outside my door with the usual faces peering out of nearby windows.  Life
was pretty good just now but what I did not realise at that moment was that
it was going to get even better.

End of Chapter 5.

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