Date: Wed, 24 Dec 2003 04:21:59 +0000
From: james peters <jp524590@hotmail.com>
Subject: High School: Soccer thirteen: Part 3

Many thanks for the five people who responded.

Part 3:  We didn't have a chance to 'do anything' that morning apart from
just lying there in admiration of Blake's manhood.  My mother drove into the
yard at 6.25am. Blake had a soccer match to play in the afternoon.  His team
were going sightseeing in the morning.  We walked to school and parted
company.  I as left him, he produced one of his big smiles (remeber he has a
large mouth) that spoke of a secret between us.

All day at school my mind was elsewhere and I had to stop myself drawing an
outline of his monster on my page.  He was going to be home later that day,
probably after my mother had left for work. And that is exactly what
happened.  It was 6.15pm when he was dropped off by his mini-bus.  He walked
into our room after a quick summary of his team's 3-2 win over the
opposition. "I need some sleep, man" he muttered as he stripped and
collapsed on his bed....face/chest down.  It seemed as if he was out to it,
so I returned to the kitchen and re-considered our meal.

Remembering that he was sleeping nude, I returned to the room and gazed at
his perfect curves: the bubble butt, the muscular legs, the V-shaped chest;
the hairs on the back of his legs; his thick brown hair.   Then I noticed
his jock-strap.  It was on the floor next to the rest of his clothes. I
picked it up: it was damp, sweaty, smelly...and hot!  I smelt it and smelt
it and smelt it.  Never having worn a jock strap before, I had my pants off
and slipped on this new piece of underwear. Needless to say, I didn't fill
it and it dangled loosely.  I turned to my mirror and examined what I looked
like with it on.  while I was looking at myself, Blake woke and turned
around.  "Trying on my jocks are you?"  I spun around, embarrassed.   He
leapt out of bed and check out his jocks on me.  He pulled the base of it
and noticed there was quite a bit of room available. "Lots of space, huh!'
he said, with a grin.  "Yeah...I'll never be as big as you" I confessed.  I
took the jocks off and was game enough to ask:  "Could you put these on for
me?"

He slipped into them again...and boy did he fill it. I rubbed my hands all
over and before long, had my lips all over his package.  Pulling down the
garment, I now had as much of his 8.8 in my mouth as I could manage.  He
blew a big one....and tried to push more of it into my throat. Must admit he
was gentle about it.  "MY try'  he offered...and began to suck my 4 incher.
With his wide mouth, he took in my balls first, then consumed the rest.  I
blew just with the thought that all my genitals were in his mouth...and I
mean ALL.

As he licked my clean, I was licking his sweaty hair; when he stood up, I
was licking his sweaty chest. I took the lead now, and pushed him down on
the bed. As he lay on his back, I licked all over his chest and arms...and
armpits. This I found really hot...to lick his armpit forest that was
reecking of typical adolescent aromas.  It was then that we kissed...or
should I say, I kissed him. Never having kissed anyone before, it was just a
clash of mouth, until finally I followed his lead.

We lay together for quite some time; for me, I just wanted to be one with
his body.  We didn't eat that night; who would be hungry under such
circumstances.  There was no anal sex; no attempts at it either.  I don't
think he would have fitted!  Just lots of sucking, handling, comparisions,
lying on each other.  It was 5.30am, when i decided something had to be done
about the evening meal of the night before lest my mother discovered that we
hadn't eaten.

Blake left that morning, when his team returned to their town some one day
away.  Not likely to see him again, unless...

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