Date: Sun, 4 Sep 2011 09:22:53 -0400 From: Sam Sheppard Subject: I Love Football 1 Warning, this story contains explicit content involving sexual activity between a man and underage boys. The characters and events of the story are fictional and are not based on any real person(s) alive or dead. The author of this story believes that such events should not take place, but acknowledges that many adults will enjoy reading them. As always comments are welcome. I Love Football As the title says, I love football. Especially coaching, and especially coaching Peewee football. I love the game and teaching the kids how to play it. It also helps that I happen to like boys between the ages of 12 and 16. I'm 32, 6'2" tall, 205 lbs and trim with well-defined muscles. I used to play middle linebacker in high school and college and have continued to work out on a regular basis to keep in shape. I'm, what I'd consider, a fairly successful partner in a mid-size corporate law office. One of the perks of being a partner is that I'm involved in deciding where we spend our advertising dollars. Since I love football as much as I do, I suggested we sponsor a peewee football team in one of the poorer neighbourhoods of the city, thereby giving underprivileged kids a chance to participate in sports and helping them avoid the lure of gangs, violence and drugs. We've been sponsoring the same team now for 5 years and our first group of players is just graduating from high school. Of the 15 kids graduating, 3 have received full athletic scholarships to universities in the US, 4 have received full academic scholarships to various universities in the US and Canada and the other 8 have been accepted into universities and colleges here in Canada for various programs. A pretty good record, I would say. One of the challenges has been finding coaches for the team. For the first two years, we had a fellow who had previously coached at the high school level. When the school eliminated their football program due to costs, he'd had nowhere to coach, so he was willing to take on our team. However, he'd been recruited by one of the colleges in the area and had to resign from our team at the end of his second year. For the last three years we'd had a father who'd played ball in college, but he and his family had been transferred out of town. So now we were back looking for a coach. And that's when one of the partners suggested that I take over coaching the team. "After all, you know the game. You practically live for football. I would suggest that it's the perfect chance for you to use your skills and passion for the game. I also would suggest that, should you accept, we'd be willing to scale back the hours we need you in the office and maintain your income at the same level. What do you say, Sam?" An offer to do what I love, with no increase in hours, at the same salary? How could I say no? So here I was, coaching peewee football. I recruited a couple of college buddies of mine as assistant coaches. The field at which we play our home games is an old multi-use field adjacent to a small run-down community centre in the downtown core, which happens to be less than 10 blocks from our offices. When I took over the team, the dressing room looked like something out of a B movie; peeling paint, a small, dingy washroom that I wouldn't use, a shower room with mould on the walls and floor and every second light not working. My first job was to get all this fixed, so I arranged with the community centre for some friends of mine, who own a small contracting firm, to build a new locker room adjacent to the centre for the exclusive use of the team. As well I arranged for them to renovate the existing room, so it was functional and could be used by everyone else. The new locker room, built in a large square with an open section in the centre, had an equipment room, first aid room, coaches' office, bathroom and a large shower room. It was a real treat watching the parents' and the boys' expressions when they walked into the room on the first day of training camp. We had 45 kids show up on the first day of training camp, all between the ages of 12 and 14. Some had played on the team last year and some had never played the game. We had one young boy, Vladislav (Vlad, for short), who'd never seen a Canadian football game, show up with a group of friends. He thought he was trying out for a European football (soccer) team, but his friends convinced him to try out. This kid had a hell of a leg and could kick the ball a mile, so we marked him down as our kicker. The rest of the kids were a real mixed bag, tall and short, thin and chubby, but all were excited to get going. We had the parents fill out the registration, pay a $20 deposit for the equipment and then we issued everything the kids would need to play; pants, pads, helmet, socks, practice jerseys and jocks. We had arranged for the nearest sporting goods store to provide cleats for free and for one of our clients, a dentist, to provide mouth guards for free. The only thing the parents needed to take care of was getting their boy in to see a doctor for a preseason physical, and we had also arranged for another client, a doctor, to do them at no charge. We wanted to make sure there were no barriers to these kids having a chance to participate. The real practice started next day. We spent two hours testing the kids to see where they were best suited to play and by the end of practice we had a full offensive and defensive line plus reserves, a complete set of offensive and defensive backs, a kicker and one quarterback. We also had a young boy, Bryan, who just couldn't seem to fit in anywhere on the field, the kid had no hand-eye coordination and couldn't run, catch or throw and was too small to play on either line. But he wanted to be part of the team so badly that the coaches and I decided to offer him the position of equipment manager. Bryan and his mother were thrilled. They'd been turned down by a number of teams in the past and the poor kid just wanted to be part of a team. Practice ended and everyone filed into the dressing room. I had made sure that the coaches' room had a large window overlooking the dressing room, so I had a perfect view as the boys got changed. As the boys changed out of their practice uniforms, I walked around, chatting with them and making sure they all got showered before they dressed in their street clothes. The profusion of bare skin was almost overpowering. Some of these kids were downright gorgeous. Our quarterback, Adam, was one of them. He was 13, tall for his age at 5'6" and weighed 115 lbs. He had short, spiked, dark brown hair, grey-green eyes, and was ahead of most of the other boys in his muscular development as a result of having worked out for the last year at one of the gyms in the area, with the idea of making this team. He had broad shoulders, with the beginnings of a defined chest and a flat stomach, an incredibly tight, strong looking ass, with adorable dimples in each cheek and a penis that was about 4" in length, with a small, dark triangle of pubic hair above it and a set of olive-sized balls hanging in his hairless scrotum. His legs were long, with strong muscular thighs and a pair of defined calves with the start of some downy hair on them. Then there was Darius, our middle linebacker, with his Greek heritage. At 14, Darius was built like the Minotaur, stocky and strong. He was 5'5", weighed 125 lbs, and had short, almost black hair, dark brown eyes, olive coloured skin, a small aquiline nose and a beautiful mouth filled with white straight teeth. If this kid had any fat on him, I don't know where it was. Broad shouldered, with strong, muscular arms, he had well defined pecs with dark, nickel sized nipples, a narrow waist and an ass with tight cheeks that would have fit nicely into each of my hands. He had a 4 to 4.5" uncut penis with a patch of black, curly pubic hair at the base and a pair of large testicles. Our youngest player, Marcus, was a 12 year old who played receiver. He was around 5'1", weighed 85 lbs and had dark mocha coloured skin. He was small and fast, with great hands. He also had a killer smile, with beautiful white teeth in a full mouth, set in an angelic face with a small nose and dark brown eyes. He had very little definition, long, thin arms, with large hands, a flat stomach, no pubic hair and a small 2" cock over a set of marble-sized balls. He also had long thin, but strong legs and large feet, giving a hint of how big he'd get in later life. All in all it was a veritable cornucopia of boyskin for the eye. Once the kids had showered and dressed, Bryan went around and picked up the towels and threw them in the hamper. He hung around after the boys had all gone and cleaned up the locker room. By the time he was finished, the coaches and I had finished our meeting, so I offered to drive him home. We locked up the room, jumped in my car and drove off. As we talked, I found out that Bryan was actually 13, going on 14 in a month (I'd thought he was 12), had two sisters and that his father had left them when he was three. Being part of the team was the first chance he'd had to spend time amongst other boys in a team environment. When we got to his apartment, he jumped out, waved at me and smiled and ran inside. The next few days were much the same, with me continuing to drive Bryan home after practice. Our first game was scheduled for the Saturday afternoon that weekend. It was an away game, against a team from one of the suburbs. The team would meet at the locker room and then we'd all head over by bus to the other team's field. At the practice before the game, I got a call from Bryan's mom. She'd been called into work for that night and couldn't get Bryan to the field the next day for the game and he was devastated. She wanted to know if I'd mind picking him up at home and bringing him in with me. I said I'd be happy to do that, but I suggested that he come home with me tonight and stay over at my place and we'd come to the field together. She thought about that for a while and said she didn't want to cause any inconvenience. I assured her that it was no inconvenience at all, so we arranged for me to bring him back to his home to pick up some overnight things and then he'd spend the night at my place. After practice was over, we went back to his place, got his clothes and then headed downtown to my condo. I live on the waterfront, on the 20th floor, overlooking the harbour, in a large two bedroom unit with a solarium. Once we got into my suite, I showed Bryan where his room was and then let him wander around looking at everything. I ordered pizza for dinner and then we sat around and watched some TV until it was delivered. I ordered a movie for us to watch during dinner and by the time it was over, Bryan was ready for bed. He walked out of the bedroom wearing only his boxers, came over and gave me a hug and asked if I'd tuck him in, which I said I'd be happy to do. He climbed in under the covers and I pulled them up and patted his backside. I rubbed his back over the covers and he moaned. "Mmmm, that feels nice. Can you keep doing that?" he asked. "Of course I can," I answered and began rubbing his back more firmly, eliciting more moans. I took a chance and pulled the covers down to his waist and began rubbing his bare back and Bryan seemed to melt. It was obvious this kid was starved for male attention, so I just kept massaging his back. I worked my way down to the waistband of his boxers and ran my fingers under it several times and when I got no protest, I slid the tops down slightly, exposing the tops of Bryan's creamy white buttocks. "Is this OK?" I asked as I rubbed his back. "Mm-hmm," he said, "You can go lower if you want. It feels great." I pulled his boxers lower and he lifted his hips as I did, allowing me to pull them all the way down to his knees. I now had a naked 13 year old boy lying before me. Bryan was 5'1" tall, around 85 lbs. He had reddish-blond hair, which he wore slightly long, with his bangs covering his emerald green eyes at times. His nose was small and turned up slightly and had some freckles dotted across it, giving him an even more youthful appearance. He had a small mouth with perfectly white teeth, which I only got to see occasionally, since he didn't smile much. He was small, with thin arms and legs and very little muscle definition, except for his backside. His bum was beautiful, white, tight and smooth. He had the quintessential bubble butt and lying here on his bed, I wanted to lean forward and bury my tongue in it. However, I simply continued to massage his back and now his cheeks. As I did, Bryan spread his legs and I could see his balls between his legs. I massaged down over his butt and onto his upper thighs, working my way to the inside of his legs as I did, causing him to spread his legs even more. I massaged down his thighs and calves and back up, making sure that my hands rubbed against his scrotum every so often. After a few minutes of this, I suggested he roll over onto his back and I'd massage his chest. He hesitated for a few seconds and then rolled right over. He was hard as a rock and throbbing. His cock was nothing like the rest of his body; it was around 5" long, circumcised with a flared helmet-shaped head, a patch of reddish-gold, soft, hair at either side of the base and a pair of balls the size of large olives with the start of some fine hairs on his scrotum. I moved up and started massaging his thin chest and shoulders and then moved slowly down to his stomach. After massaging him there for a short while, I moved my hands down to his thighs and calves. When I returned to his thighs, I concentrated on sliding my hands down the inside of them, occasionally letting the back of my hand rub up against his balls. His cock was throbbing and waving in the air in time with his heartbeat. I finally took hold of his long thin cock and began slowly stroking it from the base to the head. "Oh, wow, that feels nice," he moaned. "No one's ever done that. It's awesome." "Yeah, it feels pretty good from my side too," I said. I reached down with my other had and began gently squeezing and rolling his balls around and then scratching along his perineum. He began thrusting his hips up into my hand, so I sped up my stroking and concentrated on the corona of the head of his penis. As he neared his orgasm, I kissed the tip of his cock and then slid my mouth down the entire length of his boyhood and began milking it. With a loud moan, Bryan hit his orgasm and I could feel his cum race up the shaft of his cock and forcefully hit the back of my throat. "Ohhhhh yeahhhh, oohhh yeeaahhh, awww mannnn, ohhh, ohhh, ohhhh, OH, OH, OH, OH, ooohhhh fffuuuuccckkkk" he cried as he began to cum in my mouth. I watched as his chest and head shot off the bed, his hips flexed and thrust upward and his legs splayed farther apart as he came. I swallowed and swallowed and swallowed. I was surprised by how much cum this young kid was able to produce and at the wonderfully sweet taste of it. It seemed like his orgasm went on forever. He began to settle down and his breathing slowed and became less ragged. As I took him out of mouth I made sure to clean his penis as gently and thoroughly as I could. "Oh my god, Sam, that was amazing!" he said. "I can't believe you sucked me. And let me cum in your mouth." I just smiled and licked my lips. "Yeah, that WAS amazing. I can't believe you came so much. But you know we can't say anything to anyone about this, right." "Sam, I'm small and uncoordinated, not stupid," he chuckled. "Of course, I know not to say anything. Besides, I wouldn't want to lose my chance to get more of that." "OK," I laughed. "But now it's time for you to get some sleep." I leaned over and kissed his forehead and left his room. After I was sure he was asleep, I went back out to the living room and slid one of my private DVD's into my player, got comfortable on the couch and jacked off to the sight of a cute 12 year old boy sucking the cock of a 16 year old as another 16 year old boy fucked his ass. I was so horny from having jacked Bryan off that it must have only taken about three minutes and I was blasting cum all over my chest and stomach. I shut down the DVD player, went into the bathroom to clean up and then went to bed, dreaming of teen cocks and butts. The next morning, I woke up and checked on Bryan. He was still asleep, so I went into the kitchen and made myself some coffee and sat down to read the news on my computer. A while later, Bryan padded into the kitchen in his boxers, looking damn cute. He came over to stand beside me and I wrapped an arm around his waist, reaching around and gently toying with his cock. He moaned slightly and was hard in seconds. "Want me to stop?" I teased. "No way," he purred. Dropping his shorts, he moved away and lay down on the couch. "Will you suck me again? It felt soo good last night." he asked. I was only too happy to oblige, so I moved over and knelt beside the couch, taking hold of his hard boycock. I started stroking him and playing with his balls and then placed the tip of his cock in my mouth. I licked around the head of his cock and slowly slid my lips down his long shaft. It felt like I had a solid rubber shaft covered in soft silky flesh in my mouth. I began sliding my lips up and down his cock and Bryan responded by pushing his hips up into my mouth. As I did this, I reached around his cock with my first three fingers and thumb and, placing them just next to my mouth as I sucked on his cock. Bryan was moaning softly. I stopped for a minute and went to get the KY jelly in my bathroom. I squirted some onto my finger, slid it between his legs and along his crevice until I found his pucker. As I got back to sucking Bryan, I rubbed my finger across his hole a couple of times and then pressed it against him until it slid in. His eyes went wide and his hips shot off the bed, pushing his hard cock right into my mouth. I worked it in and out until it was all the way into him and then I began fucking him with my finger as I sucked on his sweet penis. I could feel his small prostate and as I could feel him approaching orgasm, I wriggled my finger against his little nubbin, causing him to completely lose control. His legs shot out straight, his ass clenched on my finger, his cock got even harder and I could feel the tube on the underside throbbing. "Oh fuuck, Sam, that's awesome, oh shit, so good, oh fuck, oh fuck, I'm gonna cum, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh FUCK, OHHHH FFFFUUUUCCCCCKKKKK, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh...oh....oh.....ohhhhh fuuuck, yeahhh, oh wowww." His cum squirted into my mouth and down my throat as I swallowed every shot. After he'd finished cumming, Bryan lay on the couch, stunned. I went into the bathroom and got a warm washcloth and gently washed down his cock and balls, making sure I cleaned up any last vestiges of his cum. He looked like he'd fallen asleep after such a forceful orgasm, but as I washed him, his eyes opened and he smiled. And then he reached down to where I was kneeling and put his hand on my steel hard cock. "Bryan, I don't think you should do that," I warned him. "No, I want to, Sam," he replied. "I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel just now." He wrapped his small hand over top of my cock through my shorts and began rubbing it. I sat down on the couch and Bryan slid his warm, small hand into the fly of my boxers. He grasped my shaft and began stroking my cock. I slid my boxers down and Bryan took hold of my now free 7" circumcised penis and went back to stroking it. I leaned my head back against the couch and enjoyed the sensation of this young boy masturbating me. He wasn't an expert at the art, by any means, but what he lacked in expertise was more than made up for in enthusiasm and beauty. I watched as he stared at my dick as his small hand slid up and down my increasingly hard shaft and was soon getting close to the edge. "Ooohh man, that feel's soooo gooood, Bryan. I'm getting close to cumming though. Do you wanna stop and I'll finish myself?" I asked. "No way," he said and continued to jack me. He started to speed up and within seconds I was right at the edge. ""Ohhhhh yeahhhh, I'm gonna cum, oohhh yeeaahhh, awww mannnn, ohhh, ohhh, ohhhh, OH, OH, OH, OH, OH, ooohhhh fffuuuuccckkkk," I yelled as I blasted shot after shot of cum onto my chest and abdomen and all over Bryan's hand. The look on his face as I came was priceless; a mix of awe and surprise and fascination as he continued to stroke my dick. I placed my hand over his and stopped him, since my cock was getting too sensitive and then used the washcloth to clean myself up. Bryan sat there looking at the cum on his hand and then, to my surprise, took a tentative lick at it. "You know, it's not what I thought it'd taste like. I thought it'd be gross, but it's actually OK," he said. I suggested we get dressed and go get some breakfast before we headed to the field. I watched his adorable little ass wiggle as he walked to his bedroom and then got dressed myself. We headed out, grabbed breakfast at the restaurant on the first floor of my building and then jumped into my car to get to the field. The team started showing up and by departure time everyone was present and excited to get the season underway. We played a team from one of the western suburbs, which had been able to pick their team from over 60 kids and, consequently were a powerhouse. We lost 32 - 21, but I was proud of the way our kids played and never gave up. When we got back to our field, I told the players and parents that, win or lose, I was taking the kids out for pizza after every game, so we all met at the nearest Boston Pizza and had our post-game pizza together. I took Bryan home after the meal and when his mom opened the door of their apartment, he started nattering on about how much fun he'd had, how the team had done, what he'd done at the game, the team meal and his mother looked at me and just shrugged and smiled. As I got ready to leave, she said she'd never seen Bryan so animated and was very grateful to me for letting him be part of the team. I told her he was a great kid and that I was glad he enjoyed it so much. I also told her he was always welcome to call me or to visit. I called out a goodbye to Bryan, who'd disappeared into the apartment. He came running and slammed into me, giving me a huge hug. His mom seemed surprised at the display and, after he'd gone back inside, said that he never hugged anyone, so I'd obviously made quite an impression on him. I told her I was glad he was happy and that I would see him at practice on Monday. On Sunday afternoon, I got a call from a parent whose son hadn't had a chance to try out for the team, since he'd been out of town during our training camp. The father said his boy, Riley, played quarterback for his junior high school, but wasn't going to be going back to the same school, so he wanted to try out for our team at practice. I said to bring him out and we'd see how he did. Monday afternoon rolled around and I arrived at practice a few minutes early. Bryan was already there when I arrived and he came over and gave me a big hug. I hugged him back and we went into the locker room so I could meet with the coaches. I explained that we had a new player, named Riley trying out and what the situation was, and everyone was in favour of seeing what the kid could do. Bryan overheard me explaining it and asked if he could talk to me. When I went out to the dressing room, Bryan said very quietly that Riley hadn't been "away"; he'd been at a camp for young offenders. It appeared that Riley had been arrested for something and couldn't go back to the school, because all the kids knew and would make it hard for him to stay there. Bryan didn't know what he'd been arrested for, so I thought I should have a quick chat with Riley's dad when they arrived, which they did around five minutes later. As the coaches and Bryan got him fitted for his gear, I took Riley's dad aside and said I'd heard that Riley had had some trouble over the summer and that I should probably know about it. His dad was hesitant about telling me what was going on, so I suggested that he give me a loonie. He looked at me strangely and I explained that as a lawyer, if he paid me, that established an attorney-client relationship and that I'd be unable to disclose anything to anyone. He smiled and handed me the dollar coin. Riley had indeed been arrested early in the summer, for solicitation. He'd been hanging out with some friends that his parents didn't approve of, and he'd gotten involved in some sexual activity with some of them. Unfortunately, the police happened to show up right then and he and his friends, some of whom were involved in teenage prostitution, had been arrested, charged and eventually convicted of solicitation. Riley had pled not guilty, but was still convicted and sent to a youth camp for two months. Now everyone at the school and neighbourhood knew and they were going to be moving, but hadn't found a place as yet. Riley, he assured me, was a good kid, who'd gotten mixed up with the wrong people. He was a good quarterback who was hoping to play in high school and eventually college and needed to keep playing to maintain his skill. I told him we'd take a good look at him and that, as far as I was concerned, his history didn't have any bearing on whether he made the team or not. His dad shook my hand and said thanks. I called Bryan over and told him not to say anything to any of the other players about Riley and he agreed. By this point the kids had arrived and everyone was on the field for practice. We started with warm up, calisthenics and then ran through some plays. I had Riley step in for a couple of scrimmages and watched him throw and handle the ball. I had to admit, he had some real talent. After practice, while the kids were getting showered and changed, I spoke with the coaches and they all agreed that we should keep him. Just then, there was a loud crash from the dressing room and Bryan came running to get me. As I ran into the room, I saw Riley lying on the floor and an overturned garbage can beside him. One of the larger kids, a 14 year old named Stewart, was standing over him. "Hey," I yelled, "What's going on here." I helped Riley off the floor, not even noticing that his towel had fallen off. "I'm not showering with HIM in there," said Stewart. "He's a queer." I could see Riley bunching his fists, getting ready to rush Stewart, so I put a hand on his shoulder, which calmed him down. I called the entire team out to the locker room and had them sit down. "Let me make something perfectly clear to everyone here," I began. "Who plays on this team is up to the coaches and anyone who doesn't want to play alongside someone we think should play is free to leave now. Secondly, we're a team, which means we're like a family and people in my family don't call other people hurtful names. Riley's just joined us, which means he's now part of our family and despite what you may or may not have heard, I will not put up with anyone making him feel unwelcome or uncomfortable on my team. Is all that clear?" There were a few half hearted "Yes coach" calls. I yelled louder, "Is that clear?" and this time everyone yelled "Yes Coach". "Good," I said. "Stewart, you can be the first to officially welcome Riley to the team. Come over here and shake his hand." Stewart stood up, looking embarrassed and walked over to Riley and quickly shook his hand. After that, the rest of the team shook Riley's hand and everyone went back to getting dressed. After the players left the dressing room, Riley came over to me and thanked me for looking after him and for keeping him on the team. I told him I thought everyone should have a second chance and that I was sure he'd be a valuable player. His father picked him up and they left. That left Bryan and me alone in the locker room, so we got into my car and I drove him home. When we got to his place, no one was home, but Bryan found a note from his mother saying she was called in to work all night and his sisters were at their aunt's. She said he should go there as well. He looked at me and said he didn't want to stay at his aunt's place and wanted to know if he could stay at mine. I said that was fine as long as his mother said it was OK. He called her at work and explained the situation and she agreed to him staying with me, so he grabbed some clothes and we got back in my car and drove back to my place. When we got upstairs, Bryan put his bag in his room and came out to the living room. While I was in the bathroom, he asked if he could watch a movie and I said he could do what he wanted. As I came out of the bathroom, I heard moaning and the sound of a young voice yelling, "Fuck me, oh yeah, fuck me," and it dawned on me that I hadn't taken the porn DVD out of the player after watching it. I ran into the living room to find Bryan sitting there, staring at the TV with wide eyes and his mouth open. I grabbed the remote and shut it off. I apologized and said he wasn't supposed to see that, but Bryan said he thought it was hot and wanted to know if the older boys were really having sex with the younger boy. I assured him they were and he said he couldn't believe how horny it made him. I looked at his crotch and sure enough, his jeans had a noticeable tent. "Want me to help you with that?" I asked. "Oh yeah, please," he said. "But can we watch the video while you do?" I started the video from the beginning and sat down beside Bryan. The video started with a boy of about 10 being sucked off by a kid of about 13. I turned to Bryan and unzipped his jeans and pulled them and his underwear down and off as he took off his shirt. I kissed his forehead and then his cute little nose and then kissed my way down his neck to his chest. I took first one and then the other little nipple in my mouth and licked and nipped each, causing Bryan to squirm a bit. As I did, I took his hard cock in my hand and started stroking him. I slid off the couch and in between his spread legs and began kissing his stomach and the area around his pubic mound. "Oh god, Sam. Suck me please," he moaned and I slipped my lips over the head of his cock. I could hear Bryan suck in air as I did. I kissed his penis again and slid just the tip into my mouth as I continued to stroke him and he moaned with pleasure. I slid more of his hard young cock into my mouth, slowly moving inch by hard inch down his shaft until I had it completely engulfed and my lips were against his soft pubic hairs. I used my throat and tongue to milk his cock and began kneading his balls. Bryan was moaning more feverishly, "Oh fuck, Sam. That feels amazing. Oh shit. Ohh yeah, suck me. Oh yeah." I started bobbing my head on his cock, sliding my lips up and down his shaft and making sure I increased the pressure of my lips as they slid across the corona of the head of his penis. He began bucking his hips in earnest and when I reached down and started tickling his perineum, he went wild. His hips thrust upward, his balls drew up tight against his body and his legs went rigid. He was right on the edge of cumming, so I slowed down and backed off. I had a few different plans for this adorable boy and I wasn't ready for him to cum just yet. I wet my middle finger in my mouth and slipped it up against his hole and wiggled it, tickling his anus. Bryan let out a moan as I did. I kept applying pressure with my finger and soon the tip of it slipped past his sphincter and into his hole. He let out a high pitched squeal at that. I licked down his hard shaft to the base and then onto his soft scrotum, feeling the few hairs there tickle my lips and tongue and tongued each of his firm little balls. I worked my way back up to the head of his cock, slid my lips down to the base and began sucking Bryan for all I was worth. He was moaning loudly now. As I sucked him, I continued to apply pressure to my finger and it soon slid all the way into his ass. As he approached orgasm, I wriggled my finger in his tight ass, causing him to completely go over the edge. His legs shot out straight, his ass clenched on my finger, his cock got even harder and I could feel the cum shoot up and through the tube on the underside, before it blasted into my mouth. "AAWWWW FUCK. OH SHIT," Bryan screamed, "Oh yeah, Oh Sam, I'm gonna cum, oh, gonna cum, oh yeah, oh fuck, oh fuck, OOOOOHHH FFFUUUUCCCCKKKK, ungh, ungh, ungh ,ungh," he cried as he blasted 2 then 3 then 4 shots of his sweet teen cum into my mouth, and as he stopped shooting and his cum tailed off to a dribble, "oh fuck, oh fuck, ohhh fuck, oohhhhh, oohh wowww, oh holy shit, oh wow." I licked every drop of his cum off his wilting cock and sat back. Bryan's eyes were closed and his head was resting against the back of the couch. He had a slight smile on his flushed face and his blonde hair was matted with sweat. I kissed the tip of his flaccid penis and then sat back on the couch and wrapped Bryan in my arms with his head resting on my shoulder. As I sat there, I thought to myself, "Yup, I really love football." More to come.