Date: Sun, 19 Aug 2001 03:42:46  -0500
From: british <british@badpuppy.com>
Subject: Soccer Sensation-1

Here is the first part of a multiple part story for the archive.

Thanks

Steve

DISCLAIMER:

This is the third story that I have written and is based very loosely on
my sexual adventures over the years. The first story 'Old School Ties'
gave a fictionalised account of some aspects of my life during my school
years and after. This one tells the story of something that happened
during my time at University. If you like the stories let me know as I
have quite a few more that I could tell.

WARNING:

Do not read this story if you are in any way offended by acts of a
homosexual nature.

Do not read this if you are under the legal age for accessing adult
sites.

Always indulge in safe sex.

SOCCER SENSATION

Part One: Finding a team player

I love playing soccer and have done ever since I was a kid. I played for
my school team even though it was quite unusual for an English private
school to play soccer in my day - rugby was much more common. My name is
Simon Rose and this is another story from my sexual past.

I had successfully completed the first year of my University career and
decided to stay in the large bedsit I had occupied the previous year.
First it had strong and happy memories of my time with my American
friend Dan (see my story 'University Blues' for details). Second, I
liked the area and third, I could play relatively relaxed soccer every
Sunday morning for the local pub side. The games were serious and
competitive but at the end of the day the main purpose was to have a
good time, down a few pints and enjoy ourselves as much as possible. As
my bedsit was just across from the park where we played, I could get up
late and turn up in time for kick-off changed and ready. Most team
members chose to change before they got to the ground because the
changing facilities were extremely primitive. Like me they would arrive
in their tracksuits and then change into their boots just before the
kick off. The team had members of all ages and ability - the youngest
was 16 the oldest about 46. The only exception to the general rule about
going out and enjoying ourselves was when we played a cup round - then
we played to win!

This story begins on the day of our second round match in the cup. We
were playing the King's Head team and we'd beaten them already this
particular season in the Sunday league. A couple of days before the game
I had popped in late to check the team list and be sure that I had been
selected. I had been, but the team looked a little odd as there were a
few regulars missing.

"The team's missing a couple of regulars," I commented to Chris Brown
the pub landlord and team captain as I bought my pint.

"Yes. I've had to ask my lad Peter if he'll play and the cousin of Jimmy
Parker is also going to play. Tommy and Barry are off at some wedding
or other this weekend. Still, Peter's not bad, he's quick and sharp and
the other lad, Robbie, is dynamite in front of goal - so Jimmy says."
Chris replied.

So here we were ready for this important game but with an unfamiliar
line-up. I shouldn't have worried, we scored early and in the second
half young Peter Brown ran rings round the opposition and made one goal
and scored another. We added a fourth just before the end and were
comfortable winners. I had a good game and had managed the mid-field
well and tackling their only dangerous attacker to that he posed little
threat to our goal.

After the match we were back in the pub, track suits covering our dirty
kit and shoes replacing out boots, for a few celebratory drinks. Then
back home for a shower or bath and a bit of television and a meal. Some,
I knew, would be back in the pub later on, but I had work to do for
College and told the others that I would not be back.

"Alright, Prof" (this is what they nicknamed me shortly after they
learned that I was at the university, nobody ever called me by either of
my real names, Steven or Simon) "see you next week then and well
played." The group chorused a goodbye as I left.

Once back home I stripped off and sank into a nice warm bath. I had
redressed into a T-shirt and a cleaner pair of soccer shorts and was
just about to start cooking when the doorbell rang. I was startled and
because I was not expecting visitors I looked out of the side window.
Standing outside were Chris Brown and his son Peter, so I went to the
door and let them in. I liked Chris. He was a straightforward guy who
ran a good pub and tolerated no nonsense. On the other hand, he was good
for a laugh and had treated me with kindness and had welcomed me as
part of his pub team. Nevertheless, I did not regard him as the sort of
person who would make social calls on a Sunday evening. I guess the
unexpected nature of the visit registered on my face as I opened the
door.

"I expect you're surprised to see us, but I told Peter to speak to you
this morning about this but he forgot', Chris began his explanation of
their visit.

I smiled across at Peter who was looking rather sheepish at his father's
comment and I replied,

"I expect he was too overwhelmed by his great performance this morning.
Anyway what did you want to ask?"

Before Peter could answer, his father started up again.

"Peter's coming up to important exams next summer and he is not very
good at Maths. I was wondering if you could give him a bit of a helping
hand with it. There'd be several pints in it for you if you would."

Peter was shifting nervously from foot to foot as he father spoke but he
seemed also to be not unwilling for me to help him. So, looking
directly at Peter, I replied,

"Well if that is what Peter needs and wants I'd be glad to see what I
can do. I work on Tuesdays and Thursdays at the College library but
Monday and Wednesday would be OK for me."

Peter spoke for the first time,

"I really would like some help but I can't do Wednesdays because I've
got soccer training at school. Could we have our first meeting
tomorrow?"

"OK. About 7.00 p.m. if that's OK with you. Bring your books and let's
see what the problems are." I responded.

So it was agreed. I'd coach Peter and Chris would reward me with free
pints at his pub.

Next evening, the doorbell rang just before 7 o'clock and Peter, dressed
in a T-shirt and tracksuit bottoms and carrying some books and papers,
was standing there. I was wearing a T-shirt and soccer shorts as it was
still quite warm. I ushered him in and he sat down at the desk in my
bedsit. Before we started I told Peter that we had to decide what to
call each other and that I had no objection if he called me Steven.

"But aren't you Simon?" he asked puzzled.

"Well actually I'm Steven Simon Rose. At school I was known as Steven
but when I got to College there was another Steven Rose in my group and
as I had a second name and he didn't I swapped to Simon. To be honest
though I prefer Steve." I explained.

"OK Steve it is then," smiled peter warmly.

I had cleared a space for Peter's books and he put them down and opened
them up for me to look at. His work did not seem to be too bad to me but
I decided to get him to show me the areas he felt weak at. He flicked
through the textbook and found a page of differential equations. We sat
close together as I tried to explain the method of solving the
equations. As I did so, I became aware of Peter's leg pushing against
the exposed length of my leg, so I moved slightly only to find that his
leg was still pushing against mine. Peter appeared to be following my
explanation with his full attention but then I felt his hand resting on
his leg quite close to my thigh. I was not sure what to do. I thought
Peter at just 16 was too young for me, almost 20, to want to fool around
with but the pressure of his leg and the sensation of the closeness of
his hand were making my prick swell. Hoping he hadn't notice my growing
bulge only inches from his hand, I suggested to Peter that he might like
to try one of the equations. He smiled at me and moved his hand
slightly nearer to my fast-growing bulge. His fingers had almost found
the end of my now quite hard prick when he said quietly,

"Look, Steve, I saw you earlier in the summer. I know what you like."

I felt a shiver go down my spine as I realised he must have seen me and
Dan together when he had stayed at my bedsit, although I could not
imagine how, we'd always been discrete. Just then the voice continued,

"I was delivering the football club newsletter for dad and I as I pushed
the sheet through the door, I heard a noise. I realised you were in
there and as I climbed back up the stairs, I just caught a glimpse of
you and the blond guy you were with. There was a slight gap in the
curtain and there was just enough of a gap for me to see you sucking off
your friend. I wanted to stay and watch but I couldn't as I heard dad
coming to look for me. When I got home I thought about what I'd seen and
I wanked off imagining that I had been there with you. Then you went
away for the summer and I had to plan how I could get near you. My maths
is OK really I don't need much help but I do want something else from
you."

As he said these words, Peter's hand gripped my now hard shaft through
the material of my shorts and gently squeezed the spongy head. He
slipped down off his seat and knelt between my legs. His lips moved up
my legs and he took the end of my prick into his mouth through the nylon
material of my shorts. His hands were pulling at the waistband and as I
slightly lifted myself off my seat, they were expertly pulled down to
my knees, exposing my prick and balls to my young teenage partner. Peter
was clearly not a novice at sucking dick and he was no stranger to the
needs of a circumcised prick! He purred as he licked at the exposed head
of my prick and lapped up the pre-cum that was beginning to flow from
my piss slit. He licked all the way down the underside of my prick to my
heavy balls and sucked on each of these before journeying up the shaft
again. I had pushed back in my chair to give him more room and was
moaning my pleasure at this young man's talented sucking. He held my
head between his lips and looked up at me, smiling with his eyes as I
bit my lip in an effort to control my churning balls. Peter knew exactly
what he was doing and he now began to piston up and down my shaft using
his lips and tongue to maximum effect. I was lost in my desire to cum
and had just enough time to issue the briefest of warnings that I was
about to explode. This brought renewed energy to my young cocksucking
friend as he proceeded to lash my shaft with his greedy mouth before
withdrawing his lips to just below the head as my creamy hot spunk fired
volley after volley onto his waiting tongue and down his eager throat.
He swallowed the lot and even lapped up the last remaining drops that
trickled down the shaft. For his age he was an amazing sucker of dick.

He smiled at me as he finally let my prick drop from his lips and
started to stand up. As he did so his tracksuit was level with my face
and I saw that it was still tented out. I reached forward and pulled it
forward and down. His cock now unconfined leapt out at me. He certainly
had come to my bedsit well prepared, as he was naked under the tracksuit
bottoms. His cock was glistening with pre-cum and the foreskin was
rolled almost past his sensitive cock head. It was obvious that he had
not yet cum but was very close so I slipped his hard cock into my mouth
and started to return the favour he had just done me.

"Oh yes, Steve. Suck me I'm almost coming." Peter gasped.

In only a few seconds, he was there. He fucked his hard cock into my
mouth as I sat passively as his length disappeared and reappeared. I
felt the head of his cock harden and then his jizz came shooting out
into my mouth, warm and tasty to my tongue and I swallowed his cum just
as he has swallowed mine.

All this had taken only a short time but we had covered quite a lot of
ground and as our breathing came back down to normal, I turned towards
Peter and said,

"Thanks. You were fantastic. It's the best suck off I've had since the
time I was with Dan, the blond guy you saw me with last summer. You
certainly know a lot of tricks and you're experienced with cut cocks
too. Where on earth did you learn to perform like this?"

Peter replied that he wanted to thank me for letting him suck my prick
and for shooting so much spunk and then finishing him off so well
myself. He then looked at his watch and said he must be going now as his
dad expected him back by eight but that he hoped he could have some
more 'coaching' and on his next visit he'd tell me more about his
previous adventures.

We agreed that his next visit should be on Wednesday as football
training was off for the week and neither of us could wait until Monday
of next week for the next session.


to be continued.....

If you like the story please let me know

british@badpuppy.com