Date: Mon, 05 Feb 2007 20:57:55 +0000 From: Pink Panther Subject: 'July Through September' Chapter 9 This story is a work of erotic fiction. If reading erotic fiction is illegal where you live, please leave this page now. If you are under age for reading this type of material, please leave this page now. This story contains scenes of sexual interaction involving both underage boys and older guys. If this is not what you wish to read, please leave this page now. All the main storylines have now begun; as we go forward they will start to come together and intersect with each other, so please stick with it! There will be 26 chapters altogether; I will be posting two chapters each week, with the final chapter appearing just before Easter. Feedback, including constructive criticism, is more than welcome and I always reply to it. To send comments, please e-mail : pinkpanther2@hotmail.co.uk and I will reply as soon as I can. NINE TIM Sitting on the bench at the bottom of the sandy hill, waiting for Matty to show up, I'm so horny just thinking about what we're going to do together, my cock's straining to get out of my briefs. Yeah, I know I don't usually wear any but I thought I'd better put some on or everyone would be able to see my dick sticking up in my shorts. I wish we could get together at my house more often, but it just isn't possible, not without everyone finding out what we're up to, and I'm not ready for that. So I spend most of my days hanging out with Adam and Neil, just like I always have. They'd know something was going on if I didn't. Anyway, I still like to do that, hanging out with my mates, chatting to the girls, going to the pool, the cinema; all the usual things kids our age do. It's just that being with Matty is so much more exciting, it's like a different world. I can tell him stuff too, and know he'll understand. Nothing fazes him at all, even when I told him I fancied his mate Nicky. If I said that to Adam or Neil they'd think I was a pervert. I've never had a friend like Matty before, someone I felt that close to. Sure, I've been mates with Adam and Neil since before we started school, and they're the best mates I could ever have, but it's not the same; I just never realised before. I look at my watch; it's 6:27, he should be here soon. Fuck! I hope his mum hasn't grounded him or something! The time really seems to drag. Then I spot him, striding along the path by the lake. He's wearing navy blue soccer shorts and a pale blue top. He looks more stunning ever. My cock twitches inside my briefs. Christ! I've been waiting more than two days for this! He trots up to the bench and smiles. "Hi! I hoped you'd be here! I'm not late am I?" "No, right on time. Shall we go?" The question's unnecessary; Matthew's up for this every bit as much as I am. We head off into the woods; a couple of minutes later we're pushing our way into the den. Now safely out of sight, we wrap our arms round each other. I slide my hands under his soccer shirt and gently stroke his back. It feels wonderful. Our lips meet, Matty's tongue pushing its way into my mouth. I return the favour, our tongues wrapping around each other as my dick gets harder and harder. I can feel the precum leaking into my briefs. We help each other remove our tops; shoes and socks soon follow. He gently pulls my shorts down. "Oh, you've got briefs on!" he giggles, knowing full well that I never wear any if I'm hanging out at home. "Yeah, didn't want everyone seeing it sticking out!" I whisper, hooking my fingers into the waistband of his shorts and carefully sliding them down. Simultaneously, we pull each other's undies down. This is so exciting! Matthew is like the younger brother I always wanted, but way better than a kid brother could ever have been. We get down onto the grass and start kissing again. This is unreal! I've snogged pretty heavy with several girls and I really like doing it, but it's nothing like this! This is so much wilder, so much more intense. Even the smell; Matty smells of boy, and that gets me hornier than any girl ever has. Matty's fingertips are stroking my cock; the sensations are unbelievable, transporting me to a world of amazing, sensual pleasure. Better than that, I know it's only the start. Our lips part. Matthew's eyes are shining. "Mmmm!" he whispers. "That's wicked! I love you, Tim! You're the best!" "Matty, you're beautiful!" I breathe, in between licking his nose. I reach down and stroke his cock, as hard as polished marble, but the skin soft and wonderfully smooth. It feels so perfect! I run my fingers thro his hair as he puts his head on my chest, his tongue working overtime on my left nipple, the intensity building by the second. I know where he's going; that's where I want to go too. 0 o 0 o 0 o 0 MATTHEW Since I went to Tim's house a week last Sunday this is fourth time we've done it, and it just keeps getting better! I never dreamed it'd get as wild as this! Tim is so special, so sexy; I love doing stuff with him. I wish we didn't have to hide like this, but we'd get into a load of shit if we didn't, so we meet when we can and just do whatever we want. I move down to lick his tummy button, and caress his beautiful firm balls. A few wispy hairs are sprouting above his cock. He's growing up, like Adam and Neil. That is so cool! I don't care if he gets hairy like a gorilla, I'll still want to have sex with him. He lifts my right leg and places it on his other side so that I'm half kneeling, half lying right over him, his cock pointing right at my nose. I remember being right here, doing it in this position with Gary, but that was different; he was a lot taller than me. Tim isn't; there's only a couple of inches in it. We'll be able to suck each other if that's what he wants! Fuck! How much wilder can it get? I manoeuvre myself into position, carefully placing my knees so that my weight isn't directly on him. I gently lower my hips till my cock's enveloped in his warm, wet mouth, his hands stroking all over my bum and down the backs of my thighs. This is sooo cool! I stretch down as far as I can and begin licking up and down his dick, anxious not to make him cum too soon. He opens his legs and draws his knees up so his feet are flat on the ground. I run my hand between his thighs, firm and silky smooth; he is perfect! Seconds later he's pulling a small tube of jelly from the pocket of his shorts and pushing it into my hand. Fuck! Does he really want me to do that?! He wants me to stick my finger up his bum! Oh wow!! I squeeze some gel onto my middle finger. Rather gingerly I slide my hand down between his legs till my fuck-finger finds his bumhole. I hesitate for a second then slowly push it into him. It feels amazing; hot and tight. "Ohhhh yeah!" he gasps, momentarily releasing my cock. Unbelievable! He's loving it!! I can't hold back now. I take his cock between my lips and get down to some serious sucking, finger fucking his bum and fucking his mouth with my cock. He's going wild for it! After little more than a minute, all his muscles go tight, his legs shaking wildly, his bum clamping my finger like a vice. His cock explodes in my mouth, pumping out load after load of hot sticky spunk, seems like double the amount he cummed the first time we did it. Everything's a blur, my whole body gripped by crazy spasms. I plunge my cock into his mouth and cum over and over, three or four powerful jets followed by several smaller ones, till he's taken everything I've got. I'm completely out of it; I lie there for what seems like ages trying to get my breath back. As my head clears, my lips are still welded to the base of his cock, his warm, spicy cum filling my mouth. I pause for a second, take a deep breath through my nose and gulp it down. Totally brilliant! I wish I'd had the bottle to do that before. I gently withdraw my finger and slowly release his cock, licking off the last drops of cum. I carefully lift myself off him. He licks some spunk off his lips. I realise that he must have swallowed mine; I guess that in that position he didn't have much choice. He's certainly not objecting though! I twist around and our mouths meet in another passionate kiss. "Matty! You swallowed my spunk!" he breathes as our lips separate. "That was awesome! You're amazing!" "Yeah, that was way cool!" I whisper. "You swallowed mine too! Never thought you'd be into that! Or the other thing!" He gives me a peck on the nose and we slip back into our clothes. As we head for home I'm on cloud nine; no, make that cloud thirty four. It just can't get any better than this. 0 o 0 o 0 o 0 PAUL I've been into soccer for as long as I can remember. I played at county level as a schoolboy; I played semi-professionally during my final year at school and three years at college. When I left, several league clubs were taking an interest in signing me, only lower division stuff, but it's still nice to get noticed. Mind you, with a fledgling career as an IT professional, I'm not sure that I would have wanted to go full-time. Then I got injured, serious knee ligament damage. If I'd been a top professional, the club would have paid for me to have the treatment to get me playing again. As it was, I was on the scrapheap at the age of twenty two. That was almost four years ago. I still loved the game though; still thought I had something to offer, so as soon as I was mobile I started studying for my coaching exams; a year later I was taking my first team. I guess everyone has to start at the bottom; I was given a team of under-elevens. In that first season we didn't do well at all, but before they started the following season as under twelves, I recruited six new players, and concentrated on getting them to play as a team. I guess I've got a pretty good eye for talent and an understanding of how the game's played. Last season we won the league and lost on penalties in the semi-final of the cup to Pegasus, the eventual winners. I've had a succession of girlfriends starting way back when I was fifteen. I was a late bloomer sexually; I'd only just hit puberty. By that time all my mates were into girls so I just followed their lead. But somehow, deep down, I just knew it wasn't really me. On several occasions things were getting to the point where I could have been slept with my girlfriend but I've backed away from it, with the result that the relationship fizzled out soon after. So ten years on I'm still living with my mum having never actually had sex with anybody. It wasn't till I started coaching these young kids that I realised what really turns me on; they do. Nature never created anything more beautiful. The pitches we use for our home fixtures are often muddy, but the pavilion has excellent changing and showering facilities, which I encourage them to use. At first, most of them were a bit coy about letting anyone see them naked, but as they got more confidence in me, with the team doing well, they got more relaxed about it. Now they go into the showers without me even having to tell them. Star of the show is our goalkeeper, Gavin Terry. He's tall for his age, and slim, with long slim legs and the most beautiful little bum imaginable. He's totally cute, with blue eyes, short fair hair and a smile that could knock me dead at fifty yards. Two or three times a week I fantasise about it. It's the same routine every time; I put the pillows in the middle of the bed with an old towel over them, then lie face-down and fuck them, dreaming that it's Gavin's bum I'm fucking, or sometimes one of the other lads. I never takes more than seven or eight thrusts; I soak the towel every time. During the season, players from opposing teams are always a big turn- on; there's always at least one really cute one is every team we play. Maybe it's that they're bodies without a personality, or perhaps it's because they're that much more unattainable. I don't know, but I always get off imagining myself fucking them. The internet's helped too. I've found lots of pics of boys having sex, with each other or with older guys, some videos too. It's amazing, watching a cute kid who looks about ten getting fucked up the bum by an older guy with a real big one. One day that older guy will be me! I'd love to fuck Gavin or one of the other boys, but it's just not going to happen. I've heard about sports coaches doing that sort of stuff, but I couldn't. The boys I coach hero-worship me; most of their parents are personal friends. Some of them remember me from my playing days; I just couldn't do it. I'm desperate to have sex with a boy though, find a street-boy type of kid who's up for it and fuck him senseless. Several times I've driven down by the bus station in town to see if I can find one. During the evenings there are always lads around, and it's pretty obvious they're available, but they're all too old and too rough looking, not my style at all. I just drive off feeling even more frustrated, thinking "maybe one day!" I'm certain that younger street kids exist; I just wish I knew where to find one. 0 o 0 o 0 o 0 MATTHEW We're halfway through the holidays and I'm almost wishing I was back at school again. I enjoy school, being with my mates, having plenty to do, learning new stuff. It stops me getting bored, and maybe it'd stop me getting horny all the time! Right now it's another hot afternoon; Adam and his gang were doing pre-season Rugby training at school this morning; now they've gone off to town again. I won't be seeing David till tomorrow evening; then maybe I'll get to go to the den with Tim after tea on Friday. If not I won't see him till Sunday morning. Sunday morning! That's four days away! I just can't stop thinking about last night. That was the best ever! I'm sure Tim's going to want me to fuck him, not just yet, maybe, but soon. How wild is that?! I'm bored silly and as horny as fuck. I ought to go round to see Kyle or Nicky, maybe we'd go to the pool or something, but I just don't feel like it. I could go down to the park, see who's hanging out in the men's room, but that idea's lost its appeal too. I've been there several times. The horrible fat guy is often there; I just run off as soon as I see him. There have been a few other guys the wrong side of forty too, all offering me money. Most of them are overweight; the only one that wasn't was small and bald. I wouldn't go with any of them. I've seen that young guy again too, the one who told me to piss off. His message was much clearer the second time: "THE POLICE WILL BE CRAWLING ALL OVER THIS PLACE IF THEY KNOW THERE'S A KID YOUR AGE COMING HERE! NOW FUCK OFF!" I took the hint and left. I've had much the same message from a couple of other young guys too. I haven't met anybody else that I liked that wanted to do it with me; meeting David must have been beginner's luck. The last time I was there somebody had written something about me on the wall in one of the stalls. I think the fat guy must have done it. That really put me off; I don't want to go there again. I wander off along the side streets, thinking about everything and nothing, heading in the direction Nicky's house, without any real enthusiasm for going there. Then I notice him: a young guy, a bit older than David, I'd guess. He's not bad looking, but not what I'd call fit, a bit sort of nerdy, not in the same class as David or Gary. He's loading soccer kit into the back of a red hatchback. The kit looks about the right size for boys my age, or maybe a bit older. I'm curious; the guy doesn't look old enough to be a coach. "Hello!" I say, smiling at him. "What are you doing?" "Just getting the kit ready for my team; they've got their first match tonight." "Are you the coach then?" "Yes, that's right." "How old are you? You don't look old enough to be a coach; I thought you'd still be playing." He laughs. "So did I! I'm twenty six. Got injured about four years ago; still wanted to be involved, so I started coaching." "Oh! Right! What's your team called?" "Auckliffe Colts. They're under-thirteens this season." "Are they any good?" "Well, they won the league last season, so I guess they're not too bad. Do you play?" "Play a bit a school. Don't play for a team or anything. I wouldn't be old enough for your team; I'm only eleven." "So what's your name, then?" "Matthew." "Hi, Matthew, I'm Paul." He's looking at me like he's trying to imagine what I'd look like with my kit off., the same as Gary did in the showers at the swimming pool. So he likes boys too! I wonder what he gets up to with the kids in his soccer team? My heart's thumping. I'm wearing soccer shorts and tee-shirt, like I have for pretty much the whole of the holiday. I've had these shorts about a year and a half and they're way too small for me; when I've got a hard-on, like now, my cock sticks right out. He's staring straight at it! But there's definitely something not right about him, it's not just that he's not that fit-looking. When David and Gary picked me up they were really cool and relaxed about it. Paul seems nervous, edgy. I don't like it; it's making me nervous too. 0 o 0 o 0 o 0 PAUL Oh, wow! My prayers have been answered and I didn't even have to go out looking for it! Even better, he's drop dead gorgeous, very different from Gavin with that dark hair covering his ears, but every bit as cute, and he's got a stonking little hard-on in his shorts; he could make it any clearer that he's up for it. It's obvious that he's done it before; I bet he loves getting fucked! I wonder how many cocks he's had up him? A kid as cute as him, I'm guessing it must be quite a few. The timing's not the most convenient, I need to go out in a couple of hours, but that doesn't matter. I've waited ages for a chance like this and I'm not passing it up now. 0 o 0 o 0 o 0 MATTHEW "Would you like to come for a ride in my car?" he asks, smiling at me. The smile makes him look like a wolf. Suddenly an alarm message flashes across my brain: "THIS GUY'S GOING TO FUCK YOU UP THE BUM AND WON'T TAKE NO FOR AN ANSWER!" "No, sorry!" I respond, grinning weakly back at him. "My mum's waiting for me; I've got to go!" Before he can react, I set off running up the street, not slowing down to a walk until I've turned the corner. 0 o 0 o 0 o 0 PAUL What the fuck was that about? He starts chatting to me, lets me see he's got a hard-on; so I ask him if he wants to come for a ride in my car. Then he suddenly gets spooked and runs off. What did I do? His mum's not waiting for him; that's bollocks. It's so fuckin' frustrating! I've got a hard-on like you wouldn't believe. Fuck! I've waited all this time trying to find a boy. Suddenly one turns up out of the blue; not just any kid either, a real cutie. I'm just about to take him somewhere quiet to give him a good fucking and he disappears! What a bastard! I almost wish he'd never showed up in the first place!