Date: Wed, 08 Mar 2000 00:38:30 PST
From: Justin John <scott_justin51@hotmail.com>
Subject: Shore Leave 3

SHORE LEAVE 3 - COLLEGE BOYS

By JUSTIN SHORTS (scott_justin51@hotmail.com)

(Written with help from a friend)

Mark quickly ran to the door to meet Carl. He was after all just a college
kid, and Mark did not particularly want him to know everything that had
been going on in his sister's house - at least maybe not just yet!  But
then he realised that, after all, Carl wasn't that much younger than Jason
- which got him thinking.

He opened the front-door before Carl could knock.

'Hi, Carl, how yer doing?'

'Fine, but both my folks are out and I've just got back from college and
can't get in.  Forgotten my key again.  When I saw your bike in the drive,
I wondered if you'd mind me coming in and using your shower.  I didn't get
time for one after soccer practice.'

'Sure, no problem' replied Mark.  Carl made his way upstairs, while Mark
returned to the living room to see how the other guys were getting on. He
was surprised and a bit disappointed to see all three lads getting
themselves sorted out, and Simon was standing at the mirror, arranging his
uniform and clearly ready to go.

'Listen, mate' he said, 'we've had a fabulous time, but I've just seen the
time. If Tom and I don't get back to base soon, we'll be in real
trouble. Jason here says he's happy to hitch home from here.'

Mark nodded. 'We could have had loads more fun but I don't want to drop you
in it.  Leave me an address and I'll make sure you get a copy of the video!
And don't worry about Jas, I can give him a lift anywhere he likes on the
back of my bike', giving Jason a wink.

Quickly, Tom scribbled an address on a scrap of paper, and the two teenage
sailors left with promises to get in touch as soon as they could.

Mark smiled at Jason. 'Well, there's no need for you to rush off, Jason.
What would you like to do next?'

'Well to be honest' Jason replied, 'I could do with freshening up after all
that fun and sweat'.

'Of course, go right ahead, you know where the bathroom is' said Tom, I'll
get us a coke.

Jason leapt up the stairs. He did want to get washed, but he'd also spotted
Mark's kit bag in the corner of the bedroom, and he wanted to check out
what this horny guy wore in the gym. He was sure he wouldn't mind, and
Jason found sports kit so sexy.  The zip on the Nike kit bag was open, and
Jason peered inside. At one end there was a neat pile of clean gear, and
Jason didn't feel he should disturb it. But stuffed up the other end was a
heap of used kit which was ready for the wash. Gingerly, Jason rummaged
through - a couple of pairs of running shorts in shiny nylon with mesh
liners, a pair of rugby shorts, a very sexy muscle vest with just a thin T
of fabric making up the back, lots of different briefs, from a red nylon
g-string to a black pair of briefs in a mesh material. But best of all was
the black Bike jockstrap.  Either Mark never washed this between workouts,
or he'd worn it for a long horny session with some other guy because it
felt damp and sweaty and when Jason peeped inside the pouch there were the
familiar stains of dried teen-cum. His cock leapt to attention - and he
lifted the support to his nose to sniff that man-scent. There was nothing
quite like that aroma for turning him on. He imagined Mark in the gym,
pumping a heavy barbell, his muscular thighs straining and his crotch in
the jock, barely covered by the tiny running shorts. And he imagined being
seated opposite Mark so he could see the bulge in the front, and a glimpse
of the jock and its contents, visible up the gaping leg of the shorts.

He looked down at his own shorts tenting out at the front. He needed to get
back to Mark and persuade him to take care of it, so he stepped across the
landing to the bathroom to get cleaned up and was very surprised to see
that someone was already in the shower. It was a large corner shower with
clear sides, but the person inside had the water on a hot setting and
through the steam and condensation Jason could only make out the silhouette
of a figure soaping himself up. He hadn't heard Mark come upstairs, but he
guessed he too had decided to freshen up after the marathon session in the
lounge. Jason would have been happy to wait his turn, but there was a voice
from the cubicle:

'I was hoping you come upstairs so that we can have some fun again'

Well, Jason wasn't slow off the mark, and he liked a slightly older guy
like Mark, especially one as horny as him. He quickly peeled off his white
socks and his white singlet. He looked down at the satin shorts and the
damp patch where his solid erection still tented out the front, without the
restriction of briefs or a liner. He decided that they could do with being
rinsed, and it might be fun to keep them on, so he stepped across the
bathroom, opened the shower door and stepped in.

The guy inside was busy soaping his hair and had his eyes tight shut to
keep the soap out. The first thing Jason noticed was that he was quite a
bit shorter than him and certainly shorter than Mark. Also he was
completely smooth all over, apart from a sparse covering of short blonde
hair around his crotch and under his arms, as he massaged his blonde
hair. This was clearly not Mark! The second thing he noticed straight away
was the guy's erection. It stood up proud and hard almost vertically and to
Jason seemed one of the biggest boy-cocks he'd seen. His hairless nutsack
hung low from the warmth of the shower and the steamy water cascaded down
the lad's smooth body, running around his crotch and dripping in a stream
from his balls. Jason dropped to his knees and his tongue stretched out to
catch the stream of soapy spray, then gently teased the smooth skin. He
carefully took one of the kid's balls into his mouth licking and rolling it
around. Carl moaned loudly.

'Oh yeah, man, that's so cool. You've never done that to me before.'

Jason moved his tongue up and down the fat shaft, gently teasing and
frigging the hardness. He guessed that if this lad was as young as he
seemed, he would find it hard to hold back the building climax. He wanted
to lick and kiss all over his boy-cock and balls, but instead decided to
take in the glaring red head, glistening from the water. He poked his
tongue into the piss-slit, relishing the honey-tasting precum there, then
opened his mouth wide to take it in, sliding it over the hardness and
squeezing, urged on by the lad's increasing moans of delight.

Jason noticed that the water streamed down the boy's smooth skin was no
longer soapy from the shampoo, but clear, and realised that any second now
he would be opening his eyes, so he stood up, ready to reassure the
lad. The water had drenched the thin fabric of his own shorts and they were
bunched around the tops of his thighs rather like tiny running shorts. The
soaked material clung to his thrusting hard-on making it look longer and
thicker than ever. He imagined having his two new naval friends there with
him, sucking and wanking and making him soak the wet fabric with his precum
and theirs.

Suddenly there was a gasp. Carl had realised that he was sharing the shower
with a complete stranger. Jason looked him in the eyes and smiled
reassuringly - he stretched out a hand and gently touched the back of his
neck, then dropped it to his flat, smooth chest and gently stroked the
young skin.

'Hi, I'm a friend of Mark's and its great to meet you'

Carl said nothing but closed his eyes in delight as Jason's hand worked its
way slowly, smoothly across his belly, over the blonde fuzz and down behind
his balls to caress the tender area between his thighs - warm and smooth as
glass. He knew from experience with his best soccer mate, that this
sensitive area sends out electric shivers once a guy reaches this close to
a climax. With his other hand, Jason again reached behind Carl's neck and
this time drew him, unresisting towards him. His own smooth chest met
Carl's and Carl drew in a quick breath until Jason bent his face to him and
their soft young teen lips met in a slippery, wet kiss. Jason gently groped
Carl's smooth nutsack, massaging the soft skin and the contents inside,
still keeping one finger between his legs, and with his thumb probed and
prodded the base of his teen erection. Carl was breathing heavily now, lost
in the sensation of being serviced by this young guy, barely older than
himself. He pulled himself away from Jason to catch his breath, then held
it and Jason could feel his balls tighten in their young teen-sack.  He
slipped his hand tightly around the swollen shaft and barely needed to wank
it before he felt the throbbing of the first rush of jizz, and a huge gob
of white cream shot through the air landing on his smooth belly and was
quickly washed away by the cascading water, as spurt after spurt shot from
Carl's boy-prick. Jason continued the gentle massaging, wanting Carl's
thrill to last for as long as possible. The guy had his head thrown back,
panting for breath, clearly experiencing his first orgasm for several days
and possible the most exciting of his teen years so far.

Out of his eye Jason could see movement through the condensation on the
glass. Mark must have come to find the lads, and he'd stumbled across
Carl's pile of college clothes on the floor. He bent over to pick up the
white briefs, enjoying the feel of the soft cotton, imagining his friend's
boy dick nestling in there, wishing that he could feel his own man cock
inside the comfort of the fabric. As he spotted Jason's white singlet also
on the floor, he looked up and smiled to himself as he saw the clear figure
of Carl, slumped against the glass of the shower, and another figure beside
him.

`So what the fuck are you two up to?' he called, continuing to smile to
himself at the thought of the alarm he was probably causing.

`Oh, er, I walked into the bathroom mistake.  Didn't know someone was in
here'' came Jason's voice.

`Oh sure.  And the obvious thing to do was to drop your shorts and join a
complete stranger in the shower, I suppose?  Now, I want you two boys
downstairs within the next 5 minutes.  You have some explaining to do.'

Mark closed the door and left them to dress.  All was going exactly to
plan.
  He just hoped that they would have the intelligence to play out the roles
that he had set in motion for them.  Somehow, he had confidence that they
would play ball.

In the bathroom the two teens looked shyly at each other.  Jason's erection
had begun to subside under the tenting shorts, which was a disappointment
to him.  He had so badly wanted to be wanked off by the college boy.  Maybe
later...

`What now then?' asked Carl, as the last drops of his creamy cum fell from
the reddened tip of his boyish cock.

`Into our soccer kit, I'd say.  That should appease him!'

The fact that Carl didn't have any kit with him was solved in a moment.  In
his own sportsbag, Jason always carried at least one spare pair of shorts
for that unforeseen emergency - not that he had quite had such an occasion
in mind as this!  He fished out a pair of satin ManU shorts and passed them
over to Carl, who first of all slipped on his simple white briefs and then
pulled the shorts up over them.  Jason also passed a spare satin vest to
Carl, who pulled it on.  The two lads, incredibly cute in their sexy satin
kit (Jason's dripping wet from the shower) headed down the stairs a bit
sheepishly.

Mark was waiting for them.  He caught his breath when he saw the two kids
in their shiny shorts and vests.  This was going to be good!  `Right, I
want both of you to stand next to each other in the centre of the room.
That's it, side by side.  Now face the front.'

He stood between them, and each boy looked over one of his shoulders.
Before coming downstairs they had doused themselves in the cheap cologne
that teens go for, and the heady scent filled his nostrils.  Mark felt
amazingly randy, and wanted desperately to get his hand on the two
teencocks and to wank them simultaneously.  He knew from recent experience
that Carl, his sister's sexy young neighbour, could deliver a second load
of cum almost immediately after being wanked, so had high hopes for a thick
boyload from him, and he had confidence that young Jason would not
disappoint him either.  He wanted to feel their creamy juices pump over his
fingers, so that he ended up with two handfuls of teencum.

His hands moved down to the boys' soccer shorts, and in matching strokes,
like a kind of mirror image, he began to rub the front of the two lads' hot
packets.  Through the glistening satin he felt two growing mounds of
teencock, the hard taut skin of their knobs moving tightly over the
stiffening rods.  Stroke for stroke he matched his movements through their
shorts, enjoying the sensation of their hot cocks bucking gently under his
expert massage.

They were both hard now.  He looked to either side and was impressed by the
thrusting packets pushing out at the front of the glistening shorts.  He
raised his hands to their waists then, and slowly, so slowly, slipped his
hand down the front of the gaping shorts.  At the same time, he made
contact with bulging briefs, the soft white cotton of Carl's briefs, and
the slinky nylon of Jason's pale blue Kiniki posing pouch.  The two fat
cockheads pushed into his fingers, and he began to masturbate the lads
gently but insistently.

As if following a pre-arranged signal, the two boys reached to their shorts
and tugged them down their legs so that they dropped to their ankles.  And
both kids also pulled their satin vests upwards to expose their smooth flat
stomachs.  Mark's breathing intensified as he worked more insistently on
their throbbing briefs.  Carl's full length was clearly evident in the
white cotton; through the soft blue nylon of Jason's pouch the head of his
teencock was clearly visible.

Mark decided to go for a fast wank, and although he would have loved to
suck the youngsters for a few minutes, teasing their tingling cockheads
with the tip of his tongue, he was excited by the idea of getting them to
pump quickly into their hugging briefs.  He grasped their sensitive young
cockheads and masturbated them eagerly, and almost as one cock the two boys
began to buckle and moan, and then in louder groans of pleasure they began
to fill their tight briefs with thick loads of boyspunk, hot and creamy and
full.  In both cases, pearls of their cumjuice began to seep through the
cotton and nylon briefs, and with the tips of his fingers Mark smeared the
oozing cum over the front of their pouches.  Then he turned the boys to
face each other, and pushed them closer until their briefs touched, and
then closer still so that their cum- filled briefs locked together.  He
dropped to his knees and tugged Carl's briefs downwards slightly, and his
cock sprang up and his creamy cum splattered over the front of Jason's
clinging nylon cockpouch.  Jason reached down with his hand and scooped
Carl's boycream up, and then flicked his own cock free from the confining
nylon and felt his spunk mix with the slightly younger teenager's.

After a few minutes, they began to relax a bit, and Mark, himself in need
of a slow wank after all that excitement, reached behind him, picked up the
video and slotted it into the machine.  `Something you might enjoy here,
Carl' he said...  `Take a look at this.'

THE END

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