Date: Mon, 15 Apr 2002 11:48:42 +0000
From: justin scott <scott_justin51@hotmail.com>
Subject: Justin Shorts' Sixth Form Video

JUSTIN SHORTS' SIXTH FORM VIDEO

by JUSTIN SHORTS (e-mail: scott_justin51@hotmail.com)


As we began to gather for the shoot, I looked around me and was pleased to
see a couple of familiar faces.  Of course, I had expected to see Dave who
had directed our last session - after all, it had been Dave who had rung
the day before to say that they were definitely going ahead with the new
video, and was I still interested.  Was I hell!  So that was no surprise.
But it was good to see Jamie again, and one or two of the other lads who,
last time I had seen them, had their shorts round their ankles and were
spurting cum over their taut stomachs!  I thought fondly of the hot session
I had had with Jamie after we had finished filming that last time.  We had
got on well during the videoing, and afterwards had gone back to my place
where we had got on even better.  Jamie looked so young, about 17 (but I
knew he was older), and we had spent hours stroking and caressing each
other.  He had loved being sucked off through his thin shiny kit, and I had
been very happy to oblige there, gently mouthing his hard boymeat through
the flimsy material until pulses of his pearly cum had oozed through the
transparent shorts into my grateful mouth.

But that was the past.  Nice as it was to revisit it in my memory, I was
even more eager to engage with the present.  I knew that with Jamie there,
and also Darren, today should live up to my best hopes.  In addition to
those two, there were five or six other teenagers all very much on the
right side of cute.  I was the oldest by at least a couple of years, but
Dave had explained that he had a particular role in mind for me.  That
sounded intriguing...

We had been asked to meet at a school in London's more run-down areas (OK,
take your pick).  In fact, the school had been closed a year or two before
and was due to be redeveloped.  But Dave had said that it would suit our
needs perfectly, and what's more he had been able to rent it for a day
dirt-cheap.  He introduced us to the guys who would be operating the
camcorders - three of them, all quite young.  One of them I recognised from
last time, and he smiled at me.  Maybe he was remembering that time, and
some of the shots that he had got of me.  It hadn't been an occasion to
have inhibitions.

Dave explained that he planned to make the video in four main scenes, and
that although he had broad ideas for each of them, he wanted us to help
shape them as they unfolded.  He had a word with me whilst he sent some of
the other guys off to change in another room.  'Look Justin, you were
brilliant in that last film we made together.  What really impressed me was
the way that you got so involved in the sex - as if you were completely
unaware of the cameras which were hovering over your crutch.'

'That's because I found the whole thing so fucking horny.  All the shorts
and briefs scene is really my thing, so I I didn't need much persuading to
enter into the spirit of the thing.'

'I could tell that.  And that's why I think you're going to be pivotal
today.  Some of these kids have done stuff for me before, but basically
just standard jack-off films, no acted-out scenes.  I want to get some
really hot underwear and shorts stuff today, and someone like you who knows
how to get the best out of these boys can help make it work.  It must be
realistic, even within these contrived fantasy scenes.  Believable.  The
boys have got to be panting for it, and giving as good as they get.  I want
some slow strip sessions, and I'll be getting the cameras close up on the
undressing.  Lots of sucking through briefs, that sort of thing.  I want
these boys to be begging to be allowed to cum in their shorts.'

'Sounds pretty cool to me.'

'Thought it might!'

'And so what special role did you see me playing.'

'Oh yes.  OK, so its going to be school-based.  These lads can easily get
away with playing sixth-formers.  Well, some of them are still at school -
they're only 18.  You're a bit too old to be convincing, so I thought you'd
like to be the newly-appointed games assistant.'

'A dream come true!'

'And guess what your favourite sport is going to be?'

'Well, I hope it's going to be...'

'Soccer?  Exactly!'  Dave laughed.  My cock twitched in my jeans at the
thought of what the day might hold in store.

'OK Justin, time for you to change.  I think you'll enjoy what the lads
have been given to put on - it took a bit of finding, I can tell you.  I
thought that, as you'll be going out later to the soccer field, we could
get you in kit to start with.  What do you think of this?'  Dave handed me
a white soccer strip, Adidas, with a nice silky-textured top and what felt
like nylon shorts.  'I'll leave you to decide what to wear underneath.  If
anything.'

Oh, there'll probably be something, I thought to myself as I wandered off
to change.  I had brought quite a selection of briefs with me, hoping that
there would be an opportunity to fill at least some of them.  After I'd
changed, I headed back to one of the classrooms where Dave had said the
first scene was going to take place.  I was going to advise Tim, dressed as
a sixth-former, who had his English project to finish.  I could see the lad
sitting at a desk in the classroom, the three cameramen strategically
having been placed around the room.  One of the cameras tracked me as I
opened the door and walked in.

I saw what Dave had meant about what he had found for the boys to wear.
Tim sat there, amazingly convincingly, in school uniform - the whole works
- black trousers, white shirt, school tie, and the most incredibly sexy
purple striped blazer that surely belonged to some English public school -
a bit bizarre in these rather run-down surroundings.  He had books on his
desk and made out to be working, and I sat on the edge of the desk at the
front.  Tim was no more than 18, and dark-haired.  Dave had obviously
issued him with instructions, because after a minute or two Tim put his
hand up and asked if he could ask my advice on his work.

'Sure, bring it out here.'  I sat down behind the desk as he approached.
He came to the front, and pulled up a chair alongside me and sat down.

'I'm having problems over this passage, sir', he said, and pointed to the
open exercise book where someone had scrawled a few lines of gibberish.  We
both pored over it, pretending to read.

'Yes, I see what you mean.  It does read a bit awkwardly', I commented.  He
was very close to me now, and I took in the strong scent of the cheap
cologne that he had slapped on, somewhat incongruously for a schoolboy,
perhaps.  We moved even closer, and I glanced downwards to notice that Tim
had one hand resting lightly on the dark school trousers, on the top of his
left thigh.

'Have you any suggestions, sir?' he asked enticingly, simultaneously moving
his hand gently across the top of his thigh whilst staring fixedly at the
open page.

'Well, let me see.  I think that you may need to give a bit more attention
to this' I said, and slipped my hand under the desk and let it rest on the
boy's leg.  He leant back in the chair immediately, and parted his legs
even wider.  I slowly moved my hand further up his thigh and towards his
magic centre.  He caught his breath as I gently, so gently, began to
massage the firm mound of flesh under my hand, so far still unerect, but
quite a nice handful all the same.

I pressed Tim's package more firmly, making out the softness of him, giving
under his trousers, contained within his briefs.  And then I could feel the
slow hardening, the ever-growing firmness, the swelling of the young lad's
boymeat under my hand.

My own legs parted as if in sympathy, my tight white soccer shorts taut at
the front.  Had he wanted to, Tim could have reached forward easily and
slipped his fingers beneath the right leg of the nylon fabric and would
have made immediate contact with my already bulging briefs, but for the
moment he held back, wanting me to make all the moves, it seemed.  I was
happy to oblige.

I left his cockmound alone for a moment, and encouraged him to slip his
blazer off - it fell to the ground.  Then, one by one, very slowly, I began
to unbutton the white shirt, working from his waist upwards.  Tim undid the
collar button himself, and he was naked beneath.  He loosened, but did not
remove his tie, and looked incredibly sexy lying back in his chair, in
tight black trousers and open white shirt.  His nipples were gently erect,
and he caressed them, murmuring distantly in his throat.  I stroked the
warm smoothness of his chest and perfectly flat stomach, and then
imperceptibly headed back downwards to reach the waistband of his trousers.

My fingers reached the metal catch of his zip.  But then I held back,
remembering how Dave had wanted plenty of preparatory action, and that also
suited me.  I could wait.  So instead of unzipping Tim just then, I
returned to stroking the youngster through the stretched black school
trousers.  His hard cock tensed under my caress, but there was a silkiness
to it too, and this was clearly the softness of his briefs giving under my
fingers.  My hand travelled up and along his hard teenshaft, to the bulging
cockhead which was tense and resistant.

'Come on Tim, I want you to lie on the desk.'  Obediently, Tim got up from
his seat and lay on his back in front of me, his trousers now bulging out
fantastically at the front.  With both hands I worked over the teenager's
cock, and then bent down and pressed my mouth into the mound of his
erection, enjoying the muskiness of him through the warm black material.

Now I felt it was time to go further at last.  The beauty of this boy was
overwhelming.  As he lay there, surrendering completely to my attentions,
his open white shirt framing his warm naked flesh, the black trousers
seemed to beg to be opened up.  So as with the back of my left hand I
gently smoothed his stomach, with my right hand I slowly tugged the zip
downwards.  As I did so, there was an immediate release of tension as his
trousers loosened, and I pulled the zip more firmly down.

Just then, Tim reached out with his hand and made contact with my soccer
shorts, and I quickly responded by moving closer to give him easier access.
He cupped the front of my shorts, and smiled as he felt my swollen meat - I
had been hard for what seemed like ten minutes and was leaking precum
copiously.  He rubbed my cock through the silky nylon, and I almost gasped
with he pleasure of it, the sensation of this teen freshly out of his
school uniform stroking my bulging nylon packet.  He tugged at my shorts
and they slid down my thighs, leaving me dressed in my silk boxers, wet at
the front with precum.

His own trousers were completely unzipped now, and I parted the flap at the
front.  Tim was wearing a pair of creamy seethrough briefs, in a
fantastically sexy mesh nylon fabric, and I began to breath very heavily
when I saw the 18-year-old's twitching cock showing through, set off
beautifully by curly black hair.  Again I remembered Dave's words, and I
knew that I was expected to suck Tim off through the nylon.  And was I game
for that!  I could hardly wait to get the youngster's boyflesh in my mouth.

'Suck my cock, please sir.  Suck my big teen cock.'  I didn't care if he
had been fed that line (what teen would say it spontaneously after all) - I
was happy to respond.  I bent over the boy and brushed his warm stomach
with my lips as I travelled down towards those delicious briefs.  And then
my nose was over them, the faint tang of his teencock filling my nostrils.
There was a camera right down with us at this point, taking in every moment
in close-up.

My mouth made contact with the soft transparent nylon of his briefs, and
then my lips brushed the hardness of the boy's pulsing bulge.  His hard
young cock pressed up to my lips, and I flicked my tongue over the
seethrough creamy material.  The mushroom head began to dribble clear
precum honey, and I loved the sight of his knob, shining with a satiny hue
as the precum wet the teen's tip.

And then I began to suck him through the confining nylon, feeling the
largeness of him enter my mouth, as he gave gentle thrusts of his hips
lifting his teencock upwards in a slow fucking motion.  I bobbed on the
bucking boydick as it slid between my lips, encased in the shimmering
nylon, releasing more of the delicate clear moisture, a priceless treasure.

'Mmmm, yeah man, that's fucking cool.  Suck on my cock and make me shoot my
hot spunk.'  That sounded more spontaneous, and excited me.  But what was
more exciting still was that Tim had begun to work my cock through my silk
boxers, stroking me firmly at the front and manoeuvring my skilfully so
that my hard meat pointed upwards.  Then, through the soft silk, he began
to wank me, in slow steady masturbating strokes.

I continued to suck the vulnerable boy through the bulging nylon briefs,
and then allowed myself the supreme luxury of flipping the tip of his
teenmeat free at the waist band.  I plunged my mouth over the fleshy
knobhead and slurped on his juices.  After some more head-bobbing, I felt
Tim tense up, so I pulled off and with my hand continued to wank the
handsome kid.  And just as felt his cum begin to travel up the quivering
shaft, I slipped his knob back under the transparent material and with a
last stroke of his shaft I watched excitedly as the boy released his creamy
load into the hugging briefs, every pulse of the jetting spunk clearly
visible beneath the filmy garment.

He groaned and moaned loudly as he came, globules of pearly cum cream
forcing through the thin material and shining brilliant white outside his
briefs.  More pearls of teencum fell onto his stomach.  I was desperate to
shoot, so I stood over him and he tugged my silk boxers downwards.  My
quivering shaft sprang free.  He reached up and wanked me, and I gasped and
arched my back as my spunk pumped out in the most intense orgasm and
splattered over his nylon briefs, stomach and chest.  I reached down for
him, slipped my hand down inside his wet briefs, and felt the delicacy of
his silky balls and tangled hair.  This boy was game for some more fun
before the day was over, of that I was certain.

'OK lads', said Dave.  'Great.  Let's rest there, and clean up.  Time to
think about scene 2.'

TO BE CONTINUED...


If you enjoyed this, and want more, or would like to exchange messages,
then fans of briefs, shorts, and lads in shiny kit are encouraged to
contact me: scott_justin51@hotmail.com