Date: Wed, 22 Jun 2011 14:38:47 -0700 (PDT) From: T.T.A. Subject: Christian and the soccer team: Christian, Kyle and Charlie II Christian and the soccer team Christian, Kyle and Charlie - Part II (feedback welcome) (last part ended) "How big is it?" I said. "Like 8 inches," he said, between gasps. I started fingering his ass and he really enjoyed that. After about aminute of that, he pushed my head toward his crotch. I took his huge bonerinto my mouth as I finger fucked him. I couldn't get the whole thing intomy mouth but most of it. Every time I thrust my finger into his tight hole,I felt his cock throb. He was pouring like a gallon of pre-cum into mymouth. Then started thrusting, fucking my mouth and almost choking me.Between his sweaty body and his sweaty crotch, the smell was driving mefucking crazy, but I didn't have a hand free to jerk my own guy. And then we heard a voice, "Hey have you guys seen my shin g..." I looked over, Kyle's huge cock still in my mouth and my finger up hisass. It was Charlie, his mouth hanging wide open. (beginning new part) I stopped sucking Kyle instinctively to say "Oh shit!" and as I did, Kyle's monster sprayed a huge load of cum all over my face, hair and chest. There were probably three huge squirts and two or three smaller ones. I'd never seen anyone make so much cum, not even in pornos. Hell, I barely made enough to dribble into my pubes when I jerked off. His cum was thick and sticky and plentiful while my own was watery and sparce. I felt even more like a little kid next to this mini-man, four years younger than me. I just kneeled there, stunned. "Holy crap," Charlie said. "Wow!" Kyle sighed. He grabbed his slightly softened horse cock, still dripping with cum, and again started smacking me in the face with it. My little 5 incher throbbed with every smack. "Dude, I want in on this," Charlie said. Kyle nodded, looked at me and calmly but firmly told me to undress Charlie. I stood up and peeled off Charlie's soaking wet with sweat tshirt. I undid the tie to his blue soccer shorts and slid them to the ground, where he stepped out of them. Charlie stood there in nothing more than his soccer socks and tighty whiteys. Except they weren't particularly white. They were stained yellow in the front so bad it was like he peed them multiple times. They still felt wet in the front but I didn't know if it was pee or sweat or both. I lowered his wet undies to his knees and noticed a huge streaks of brown in the seat of his briefs and another smaller one. The skid marks covered most of the back side of his "whiteys". It was like he wore the same pair of underwear for days on end. The intoxicating mix of pee, poop, boy sweat, my own sweat and Kyle's still wet sperm on my body sent me over the edge. I took a few quick jerks of my own boner and dribbled maybe a teasponful worth of watery juice into my hand. Kyle laughed. "Can't you make anymore?" I shook my head shamefully. "Now eat it." I looked at him disbelievingly. I'd honestly never even thought about doing that before. He grabbed my hand and pushed it toward my mouth. I quickly lapped it up like a cat drinking water. It tasted kinda sweet. Charlie and Kyle laughed. "Now give Charlie a blow job," Kyle said. I faked being grossed out but Kyle told me to just do it. Charlie's chest was a little kid's chest with a tiny bit of chubbiness just as his face was a baby face with cute freckles and his skinny legs. He looked like he was 12. Then I looked down at his crotch and thought maybe even younger than that. I'd seen 6 year old in the locker room of the Y with bigger ones. His crotch was did not have a single hair on it. His penis was hard as a nail but only maybe 2 inches long and about the width of my pinkie. His balls were the size of little marbles held in a small tight sac. I almost felt sorry for the kid, a 14 year old that didn't have one inch of his body in puberty. Judging from his underwear maybe he needed training pants too. He stepped out of his grungy undies and lied down on the grass. I took his tiny 14 yo boner and licked it. I also sucked on his little marble nuts and then took his little stiffy in my mouth and started giving him his blow job. As expected, there was a strong smell of of pee and sweat on his crotch. Even though I'd just cummed, my softening dick hardened again. Charlie was really getting into it. He was moaning so loud that I was getting a little nervous, even though nobody was anywhere near us and we were behind The Wall. I grabbed the pissy, skid marked briefs and shoved them into Charlie's mouth to shut him up. I could still hear him moaning loudly but at least it was muffled. "Stick your finger in his butt," Kyle said. "He'll like that." "How do you know?" I said. "Just do it," he replied. So I spread Charlie's butt cheeks, stuck my finger in my mouth to wet it and slowly shoved my finger up his hole. I could hear him kinda screaming through his underwear covered mouth so I asked him if he wanted me to stop. He shook his head. I tried not to think of how nasty it was back there, given the state of his undies. I started sucking his stiffy again and fingering fucking him. I heard Kyle peeing in the background but that was quickly drowned out by Charlie's moaning and writhing. I stopped for a second to slowly insert my index finger in his hole as well. Once he relaxed again, I started sucking faster and fingering him even faster than that. Suddenly, Charlie's entire body stiffened and I felt his little dickie spasm four separate times. But I didn't feel a single drop of liquid on my tongue. I took the undies out of his mouth and tossed them on his chest. "Are you done?" He nodded his head. "You still only make dry cums?" He nodded again putting the undies on. "Wow," I said. "Let's go to Charlie's house," Kyle said, already fully dressed. "I can't," I said. "I... uh... got homework to do." Kyle shrugged. "You can do it later. Let's go." "But..." "Or else I tell." "Douchebag," I said, standing up. With that, he slapped me on my ass hard and told me to get dressed. I grabbed my boxers and shorts and they were soaked with piss. "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?" (to be continued)