Date: Thu, 06 Sep 2012 17:01:14 -0400 From: MICHAEL SOROS Subject: My Problem Part 4 Disclaimer: This story is a complete work of fiction. It never happened and none of the persons in it exist or have ever existed. The town will be found on no map but exists only in my imagination. He'd never been this far down the town on a Sunday morning and wasn't it just so empty? Everywhere was shut and it was nearly 9.30 in the morning - there wasn't a sinner on the streets, except him of course. Usually he just went directly from his house to the clubhouse grounds for the Sunday morning football match. The clubhouse was on the outskirts of town near where he lived adjoining farmland and a river walk, or overgrown very dodgy river walk as his aunt used to call it. He'd seen a cowboy film with a main street empty and dust blowing down the centre and it reminded him of that. Empty. Anyway, he wouldn't be long. He was told to call into the sports shop and Mr Durkan would 'sort him out' with clothes and then give him a lift up to the clubhouse. Seemed straight forward enough. He was anxious not to spend too long away from the match because he didn't see the coach as often as he would like so any precious time away was lost fun time as far as he was concerned. When he came to the shop front it looked totally locked up, no lights on but the shutters of the door were up so someone must be there. He banged on the door and waited. Upstairs Mike had everything ready. He had a very promising phone call from the doctor the afternoon previous. The lad was to be sorted out with anything he wanted and the 'sponsorship money' would pay for it. There was no sponsorship money of course - all three, doctor coach and sponsor just collaborated if they felt they could get something out of a situation. Usually a 26 inch waist, gorgeous peachy buns and a cream supply. They'd been lucky for quite a few years. But this call was different. The doctor just said 'you'll understand when you see him in his undies, get them off and take it from there. You won't be disappointed'. He hadn't really heard the doc being so enthusiastic but vague. Coach had been vague too. It wasn't costing him much in time anyway as he usually went to the junior matches on a Sunday - his place of worship - and got a good eyeful and maybe eye up some of the talent. He had put out an assortment of underwear on the glass topped counter and a few pairs of shorts. Shouldn't take long. He knew the boy, or at least what his bottom looked like. He heard someone banging on the door downstairs and went down. And there was Snow White waiting with his kit in a plastic shopping bag. They had heard of his nickname from school and it seemed to fit. Jet black hair, ruby red lips and two pink cheeks on a rather slim body - well slim until his waist when his bum pushed it out quite a lot. He invited him in, locked the door and told him to walk up the stairs. He followed behind him with those blushing bum cheeks at eye level all the way up. He heard a sharp intake of breath from the boy as soon as he reached the top of the stairs and thought maybe the lad had stubbed his toe on one of the steps. He hadn't. He had never been in the shop before so was unprepared for what he was about to see. If he had ever been to Santa's Grotto for horny gay teens this is what it must look like! Everything he had ever dreamed of when he was slowly tugging his cock when he had a few minutes. Wall to wall posters of boys in little briefs and sports gear, school uniforms and scouts outfits. And a whole floor of it! Where to start! He just stood at the counter looking at the wall, where a young teenager was looking down at him from the wall in a pair of white Jockeys showing a prominent bulge. He couldn't take his eyes of it. And those smells - he put his head back and took a deep breath. A combination of leather from the footballs and gloves, wood and fresh cotton. Everything that was delicious to him. He was starting to swell below his waist so he had to pull himself together quickly. "Would you like to put your bag down and we can get started" said Mike matter of factly. "The doctor told me you some condition I could help you out with and coach said you had won the sponsorship prize for this season so ...." pointing at the contents of the shop floor " here is your prize!" The teen wasn't listening. He was still looking at the posters. But then he looked to this left and ran his eye along the counter. It was full from end to end with every type of underwear you could imagine. Every colour. Every size and every shape. Where had this place been all his nearly 14 year life? The match went right out the window. There was that smell again. That smell of brand new, clean, fresh never-worn-before underwear. And the movement below his waist started again! Mike noticed a change in the boy. He was looking a lot more animated now than the sleepyhead he had let in a few minutes ago and his gaze had got no further than the briefs so that was a good sign. "I've been told to help you out with your underwear for some problem you have, team strip and school uniform. I don't think that should take us too long. Let's get started son. Just take your jacket off for a start." He took his eyes off the underwear counter and looked straight at Mike. He had seen him lots of times on the side-lines but never had any reason to speak to him. He'd never seen him up close come to think of it. He was about as old as his father but fitter, had blond longish hair, blue eyes and a shirt open half way down his hairy chest. The jeans were worn and he looked like he'd been sown into them. He couldn't make out much of a bulge although his full, rounded footballer's bum made up for that. He took his jacket off and stood there in a tee-shirt that was just that bit too small and only came to above his 26 inch waist. His jeans were tight and he did look a bit stuffed down there now that Mike was able to look a bit closer. Promising - and it wasn't his fault he wasn't blond. "Ok so. You'll have to take your jeans off so we can try on your clothes. That is - if you don't mind. I'd prefer if you would do it here on the shop floor because we don't have that much time and you can't be running in and out of the changing room every five minutes or we'll be here all morning. How does that sound?" asked Mike hopefully. Free clothes. Free undies. Free club kit! Just the smell of the shop was getting him hard and he didn't want to leave the place to run in and out of a changing room. He'd do anything he was asked. He was generally compliant anyway because he usually felt a sharp slap on the side of his face if he said no and a belt of a hairbrush on his bum if he was too slow - especially if his aunt had been on the whiskey for her chesty cough. He was unbuttoning his jeans and just about to unzip when Mike said: "I had planned that we just start at one end of the underwear counter and you could choose whichever type suited your needs and then we'll move on to soccer kit. How's that?" Mike had assumed the boy would just choose one or two pairs of undies and move straight to the shorts but he hadn't anticipated a boy with a desperate obsession with underwear, balls a bull would be proud of and an enormous cock best suited to a very virile man and not a 14 year old skinny boy. "I have ehm 'hyder godism' or something and the doctor send I have special needs that you were going to help me with" said the boy lowering his jeans quite seductively while bending over and looking at the floor. "So I believe" replied Mike trying to have a look at the boy's crotch which he couldn't see because the boy was bent over lowering his jeans. "What is this 'hypergonadism' anyway?" asked Mike assuming the kid knew all about it because he had never heard about it before. "Oh it's this!" said the boy, pulling himself up to his full 5 foot two inches and opening the front of his squeezy tight undies letting an almighty cock flop out from its little prison. He lowered them a little lower to just below a pair of enormous balls that stopped the boy's legs from being able to come together comfortably. Now it was Mikes turn to have a sharp intake of breath and stub his toe on the bench beside him. "What the fuck is that" mouthed Mike in genuine shock while approaching the boy. His eyes had literally opened like you would see in a cartoon. He had never seen anything that big on a boy and that was after 25 years cock-sucking any teen he could get to open up. He walked quickly across the floor and stood over the boy who showed no sign of distress at all. In fact, the boy started to stretch it out a bit and tried to put one of his hands under those very full balls but with little success. "Here, let me help you out of these" said Mike, all thoughts of football matches and propriety gone to the wind. Christmas has just arrived early. Mike was now operating on instinct and was like a hunting dog that had just got the scent of its prey. That was one hell of a piece of beautiful engineering hanging between that boy's smooth legs! The kid didn't seem in the least bit phased and just stood there with his eyes firmly moving up and down the underwear counter stopping now and again to examine something that caught his eye. Mike never took his eyes of that lovely piece of workmanship in front of him. Without thinking he put one arm around the boy's shoulder and, bending over to get a better look at it, he just put his hand out and lifted it up. It was heavy. Heavier than any he'd ever held before and terribly long. It moved to the left automatically - possibly from being tucked into the kid's underwear in that position for years. Mike's mind was racing along. There were hours of fun to be had out of this if he could play his cards right. Why hadn't he been warned? What about spunk? Would he be disappointed and just get a little spoonful like he did with Little Paddy Reilly? But even without a decent load he could make good use of this boy cock - there was too much to let it go past him. He slowly grabbed it as it begun to harden out a bit. It was just filling out but not getting solid like some of the smaller ones did. This was like a sponge. He squeezed slowly and released. Slowly and released. He let go and moved his hand the length of it holding it between his thumb and index finger. His long finger he place underneath for maximum pleasure. He had a lot of techniques like that. His eyes eventually got to the end of it when he noticed the sticky goo pouring out of it - not like out of a glass but enough to leave a trail from the slit at the top down to the floor like a very thin spider's thread of silk. He pulled back the boy's foreskin gently so he could have a better look at the thick pre-cum coming out. This looked promising. Lots of precum meant lots of boy spunk in his experience. He didn't move for a minute or so, his eyes glued to the little stream of pure clear liquid travelling out of that long tube of boy flesh. Every thought had gone from his head by now. "Will we start then Mr Durkan?" came a quiet little voice from beneath him. "I'd like to try some of the coloured underpants please. I've only every worn grey or white ones. Which ones do you think would suit me?" The voice in the still, quiet shop broke his gaze and he stopped looking at the gentle outpouring of goo (which belonged in his mouth and not on the floor) and looked directly at the face of the boy. 'My God' he thought. 'You could suck start a Harley Davidson with those lips!' His eyes went over the boys head and down to the boy's bum. He removed his hand from his shoulder and was going to say something but he suddenly got that smell - that very familiar smell. The smell of years of feasting on boys cocks from when he was a youngster himself. The smell of a teenager's pre-cum juices. And all his lusts came erupting from the cellar of his repressed desires. This boy was going nowhere today. This was only the start of it. This was a cum supply he badly needed. He forgot where he was and brought his hand down to the boy's underwear which he hadn't pulled down from behind. Mike had seen it so often through his tight white shorts and thin grey school uniform trousers but he had never had a chance to get anywhere near it. He had switched off his 'slowly slowly' buttons and was just going to go for it. He didn't notice anyone trying to get down the stairs and out the door. He put his hand on the boy's waist and very sharply put it down the elastic waistband of the under pants and pulled them down. The elastic was so worn anyway that it was amazing that they stayed up at all - it was only the butting out cheeks and long cock that stopped them from falling down. They had seen better days and smaller dicks by the looks of them. Those days were over. He's my boy now. The young lad never moved. Mike had one hand gently squeezing his long thick cock and another had just roughly pulled down the back of his little undies. His response was to stick his bottom out a bit more and pull his legs together so that his underpants just slipped to the floor. He slipped out of them and pushed them aside with his feet. They looked so tatty in the light of the shop. He looked into the mirror directly to the side of him. He couldn't see Mike - but he could see himself from the neck down in a worn tee shirt too small for his body reaching down only to his belly button. Then his long thick tube of fun with the foreskin moved back to allow the head to peep through. Like a long fountain, his cock had started preparing to release his cream. He'd have to control it. He had a beautiful sensation then. The same sensation the Doctor had given him in the surgery when he gently squeezed his two peachy smooth bum cheeks. One cheek filled Mike's full hand and it was going from cheek to cheek and under the cheeks where they met his smooth coltish legs - and then back up again, pinching them every so often and lightly slapping them. This had to stop or the same thing was going to happen to Mr Durkan that happened to the doctor - and he hadn't even gotten to try on a new pair of undies yet! "Can I try on some of the underwear now please?" said the boy looking directly into Mike's eyes. Mike came back to his senses and stood up to his 6 foot 2 inch height, chest out. "Well, I'd like to help you as best I can" said Mike, releasing very reluctantly the boy's thick cock and walking towards the counter and turning round rather quickly to look at the sight. And what a sight it was indeed. A little skinny boy in a tee shirt to his hips with an enormous dick getting harder and harder, filling up and dripping clear thick liquid onto the floor. The boy was ignoring him and looking at the counter. "What do you need really? You have to tell me exactly because the doctor said nothing very helpful and I just thought I was to give you a few pairs of pants and that was the end of it. But I see now that there is more to this than just a few pairs of underpants. Just tell me what you want and it's yours. Close your eyes if you're shy!" said Mike although he didn't think the boy was shy at all. He was too dumb to be shy and he looked like a boy on a mission staring at the undies on display for him. "Wellllll" he said, slowly moving to the counter and picking up a little pair of white underpants and holding them up before deciding there were richer pickings further on down the line. Mike just saw two golden globes of boy flesh move down the counter and he addressed them rather than the boy - seemed more rewarding. "What are these 'special needs' the doctor was talking about?" said Mike taking his eyes off the little bum and picking up a pair of yellow undies that you couldn't fit on a melon - never mind two melons. He heard the boy take a sharp intake of breath again. He was looking at the little undies in Mike's hand and his cock was definitely filling out. "The doctor said my cock is too long and thick for my body and my balls much too big. That's my problem. Also I have to empty it every day about four or five times or it becomes really really uncomfortable and will come out anyway. Morning and evening is ok - and weekends but during the week it's a bit of a problem. I need underwear that will keep it tight against my body, support my balls and absorb all this liquid coming out of it. When I cum - well.... I really need underwear to take as much of it as possible. I think I just shoot out too much at a time. It's a condition the doctor says." That was the longest sentence the boy spoke since he came into the shop. What Mike didn't know was that was probably the longest sentence the boy had spoken in years! Most of the boys at school avoided him because of his mad family and the team knew a drag on them when they saw it. Most boys would have left a long time ago but he was too dumb to know he was being frozen out. He was too busy eyeing up their fathers on the side lines hoping for a sign. "Well you've come to the right place sweetie" said Mike holding the yellow undies out in front of him and stretching them out in front of the boy. Tight squeeze if they go on at all he thought. The boy thought otherwise. "You're the best person to judge which ones suit your needs. I can advise you but I do have a special pair upstairs in the stock room that I keep for ehm - special occasions shall we say. I'll run up and get them. In the meantime, try on whatever you want and take as long as you want. It's important you get things right. I'll phone coach and tell him to put on a substitute as I think this is too important to rush don't you?" The boy wasn't paying any attention now. He had a bright blue pair of small undies half way up his legs and was trying to get them over his thighs with some effort. Looked like a real challenge from where Mike was and a challenge he would come down and help with - for most of the afternoon if he could. "I'll just go get the special briefs for you" he said heading for the third floor stairs and the stock room. He also had a camera and two rolls of film up there too in a drawer that hadn't been used for a while but would definitely be used this morning. But how to get him up to the stock room and get him to empty himself without stopping him from enjoying his pleasure downstairs? The answer lay in the briefs he had bought specially from London. Just perfect. He'd let him run through all the undies on the counter, fill them with pre-cum juices and, when he convinced him that none of them would help with his problem, bring him up to Mike's world. Just as he put his foot on the first stair he heard a cry behind him. On turning he could see the boy grabbing onto the counter with his legs pushed apart exposing his balls. Beautiful sight but what had happened? "Mike? I think I need a towel. It wasn't my fault" said the boy looking down at the floor. Please consider making a donation to Nifty to keep this service free. Make the effort. Every Little Helps as they say. Feel free to email me if you like this story. It's the only way I know if anyone is actually reading it.