Date: Fri, 19 Aug 2011 18:19:46 -0700 (PDT) From: T.T.A. Subject: Christian and the soccer team: Christian, Kyle and Charlie III Christian and the soccer team Christian, Kyle and Charlie - Part III (feedback welcome) (last part ended) "You peed on my shorts?" I said, incredulously. Kyle nodded. "Why?" He shrugged. What a perverted little fuck. "Can we at least stop at the house so I can wash up?" I asked, pointing to the bathrooms at the other side of the complex. With dried cum on my face, hair and chest and fingers that smelled like the shit of two teenage boys, I wanted at least a little soap and water. "Maybe if you're good," Kyle said. "Now just get ready so we can go." I stepped into my piss soaked bottoms, put on my tshirt and grabbed my stuff. "Where the hell are we going?" (this part begins) "Why are we going to my house?" Charlie said, stepping into his underwear and shorts. "Cuz no one's ever home at your house," Kyle said. "What about my brother?" Charlie asked. "Cody just stays in his room and blasts his music even when he is home," Kyle answered. Charlie tried to argue but Kyle just told him to shut up. We walked across the complex. I asked again if I could stop in the bathroom but Kyle refused. I tried to reason with him but he just told me to shut up. I guess he thought that because his dick was bigger than Charlie's and mine combined that he could order us around like little bitches. Neither of us pushed our case so maybe he was right. As we walked down the streets of our town, I felt incredibly self-conscious. I tried to get some of Kyle's dried cum off my face by licking my fingers (of my clean hand) and trying to get it off that way. But the cum in my hair was still there. Between the dried cum, the pissy and sweaty clothes and my shitty fingers, I sure as hell hoped no stranger walked too close to me. Charlie kept telling us to hurry up but Kyle seemed like he was trying to make the walk as long as possible. Finally, we got to a little shack of a house where Charlie lived. We walked inside and I kicked my flip flop sandals off. Probably a bad idea since the living room was strewn with empty pizza boxes, dirty dishes and the like. Charlie tried to persuade Kyle to go to some room they had down cellar but Kyle said that there was no bed down there. Then Charlie said he had to go to the bathroom and started to run toward it but he tripped on an empty beer bottle. "Oh crap," he yelled. We helped him up. He looked like he was about to cry, which was weird since it didn't seem like that hard a fall. We started walking down the hallway. The first door on the hallway was closed, with a big post of a skull and crossbones on it. Thrasher music was blasting so loud it made me deaf. We walked down to the end of the hallway to a door with a picture of the great player Lionel Messi. "Charlie thinks that since Messi is so small but still amazing that maybe he has a chance to be half decent soccer player," Kyle said, shouting over the music. "Did you know Messi is smaller than me and he's a growed man?" I nodded. We entered Charlie's room and it was as much a pigsty as the living room. Empty cans of Amp, the nasty energy drink. Dirty socks. Grungy underwear. Crumpled up papers. Several busted skateboards. And for the first time, I smelled something more rank than me: the overwhelming smell of piss. As he shut the door behind us, it blocked out a bit of the music. Kyle said to Charlie, "Dude, I toldya you should wear those Goodnite diaper things at night." "And in the day too," I added. Charlie blushed madly and looked like he was gonna cry again. I playfully shoved him, "I'm just messing with ya, man." Though I kinda wasn't. I stepped on a pair of wet briefs as I walked toward his bad and a few others that were badly stained yellow and brown. The visual and the smell made me bone up even though I'd cum only a half hour prior. The bed had a black cover sheet on it but, unsurprisingly, the top sheet and a blanket were on the floor. I sat down on it and heard the distinct crinkle of a plastic sheet underneath. As I moved around to make room for the others, I sat right in a large wet spot. My instinctive reaction was "ew!" but then I realized I was wearing clothes with someone else's piss on them and had hair with someone else's cum in it. By this point, hygeine was pointless. Kyle had already taken off his shorts and tshirt and told me to undress Charlie. I untied his shorts and he pushed them down stepped out of them. I felt the front of his Hanes. At the fields, Charlie's briefs were just kinda damp; now they were completely soaked. "Dude, did you pee yourself?" Humiliated, Charlie nodded. "When I fell in the living room," the 14 year old squeaked. I pushed down his underwear and took off his socks which were also wet. His little soldier stood at attention 2 inches in front of his body. "Did you poop them too?" I said, pointing to the skid marks. "Or do you just need lessons on how to wipe your butt?" He shook his head silently, avoiding eye contact with me. Kyle told me to lie down on the bed, which I did. Of course, there wasn't really any way I could avoid the huge wet spot. He yanked my wet shorts and boxers off. Kyle lied on top of me and started rubbing his monster against my more modest boner. He was grinding me hard as I nibbled on his neck. I felt his cock flooding my pubes and stomach with precum. Then suddenly, he stopped. He told Charlie to lie down and for me to do the same to him. I lied down on top of the small 14 yo and positioned my 5 incher against his little weenie. As I started grinding, Charlie started moaning loud again. I noticed out the corner of my eye, Kyle had Charlie's pissy, dirty underwear to his nose and was inhaling as he rubbed his big cock. "Have you ever kissed anyone?" I asked the kid. Charlie shook his head. I closed his eyelids with my fingers, put his lips to his and started kissing him. Charlie didnt quite know what to do but after 15 or 20 seconds, he just kinda followed my lead. "You know what I saw once?" Charlie asked. I shrugged. "My brother Cody let his buddy Rob stick his wiener up his butt." "Wait," I said. "Rob who's the goalie on my soccer team?" Charlie nodded. "Damn!" "Did your brother like it?" I asked. "I think so," he said. "He was moaning mad loud and he squirted sperms without touching it." "Do you wanna try that?" Kyle asked, tossing the briefs he'd been sniffing on the bed. Charlie shrugged. "Sure." "How we gonna do this?" I said. "I gotta go poop first," Charlie said, walking out of the room like a jaybird. "He should just use his underwear," I said, under my breath. "They're already nasty enough." Kyle snickered. As Charlie left the room, the 13 yo dragged me to the edge of the bed, flipped me on my back and told me to hold my legs. He spat on his hand and used that to lube up his cock. I was a bit fearful how that 8 inch long, superthick tube was going to fit in my ass. "You ever had anyone do you," he whispered. "Just once," I said. "You?" "Spread your cheeks," he said, ignoring my question. He licked his lips and his grabbed his cock and slowly pushed it in my hole. He got about 2 or 3 inches and I was yelling in pain. He stopped for a second but then started pushing again, putting his hand over my mouth to muffle my screams. I thought I was going to pass out, it hurt so much. Once he got all 8 inches, he waited for a half minute or so while I (kinda) got used to it. He took 2 fingers and gave my own guy a couple of jerks. "See, even your little guy likes it." He started fucking me, slowly at first. It still hurt but not agony. Then, his pace slowly accelerated. I could feel sweat from his head dripping on to my neck. "God, you're such a good fuck," he said, grabbing my hair and banging me harder. (to be continued)