Coaching the Youth Soccer Team 2


As Stephen flopped back onto the coach seat, gasping for air and graduallyrecovering from his huge orgasm, Martin quickly managed to slip the boy'ssatin briefs back up to cover his cock. What he couldn't do was to pull upStephen's tracksuit to hide the huge wet patch of spit and precum coveringthe front of the briefs, or the bulge of his still semi-erectteen-cock. Nor for that matter could he hide the tenting of his owntracksuit which, despite the bikini nylon briefs he was wearing, were alsoshowing the tell-tale sign of precum which had been oozing from hiserection during the excitement of the two horny encounters of the last halfan hour.Martin tried to look as calm as possible as he looked round to see Ben, oneof the cuter members of the soccer team, approaching up the aisle.`Hello, Sir', he said as he walked up. `I was just coming to see howStephen was...oh', his voice trailed off and he looked confused as he sawhis best mate exhausted on the bench with his tracksuit and shorts aroundhis ankles and the outline of his cock clearly visible in the satin of hispants.`He's doing just fine, thanks Ben. I just removed his ripped tracksuit andchecked that's there's no serious damage' replied Martin.Ben looked directly into Martin's eyes to fathom out some indication ofwhether the evidence of what he could see around him was more than just aroutine examination of a soccer-boy's injury.Martin smiled reassuringly. `Come and join us. I'm sure that Stephen wouldbe happy to have your company. As long as you don't mind missing the gameoutside.'Ben seemed a little happier, in fact he positively jumped onto the backseatof the coach beside Stephen. `I was getting a bit fed up with the kickaround to be honest' he said. `After that fantastic match we've just won,I'm just knackered and I'd rather relax a bit'.`Yeah, Sir's really cool' chipped in Stephen, who had begun to recover fromthe recent exertion. `He's certainly been able to sort me out'. Martinwasn't sure whether he noticed a little wink in Stephen's eyes in Ben'sdirection as he said this, or whether it was just a trick of the light.Ben had always seemed one of the quieter members of the team, but Martinhad noticed in the last month or so that he'd come out of his shell andseemed best mates with several of the group. He now spent a lot of timewith Stephen, and once or twice he'd seen the two of them leaving thechanging room together after practise well after the rest of the team hadleft. Martin liked having him around because he was always polite, on timeand enthusiastic. However, Martin also admitted to himself that it wasalways a delight to have the company of such a good-looking young lad. Hishair was always well-cut and groomed in the latest trendy style. At themoment it was quite short all over with the brushed-up fringe much favouredby the young boy-bands. He'd passed the spotty teenager stage and now hada clear skin giving him the look which would favour a magazine cover model.He worked out at a local gym to tone his tall slender frame into thechiselled look which could easily see him follow that career path.Now, as the teenager settled himself on the seat, he lifted one foot ontothe seat and clutched his knee in a relaxed pose, chatting to his mate.Martin sat on the double seat where just a few minutes earlier he'd gazedin fascination and excitement as Sam and Danny had enjoyed themselves somuch. Now, he stole a glance across at Ben. He had swapped his soccershirt with a muscle T-shirt for the kick-around and still wore the samelittle running shorts he'd put on after the main match. These rode high uphis thighs as he sat and with his legs wide-spread in this position on theseat, the legs of the shorts gaped open giving Martin a tantalising glimpseof the generously filled nylon mesh inner lining. Martin wriggleduncomfortably as his erection, which had subsided a little with thesurprise of Ben's arrival, began to surge and throb once more inside theconfines of his tight briefs. This had turned into one hot afternoon -starting with his own fantasies as he sat in the warm sun, the hornyencounter between the two lads on the back seat, and his too recent wanksession with Stephen were taking their toll on Martin and he knew he had toget some relief of his own before much longer. The thought flashed throughhis mind that he could pop out from the bus and find an isolated spot for alittle self-exploration. And the thought of coaxing his rock-hard 8" cockto what he knew would be a huge orgasm was quite appealing, but somehow,the atmosphere at the back of the coach was still electric.While his attention had wandered, the two teenagers had been whisperingtogether out of earshot, but now they happily chatted, bringing Martin intothe conversation. It was this relaxed atmosphere that Martin reallyenjoyed when he was around the lads. Of course, the topic began with thematch which had recently been played and one, and the strategy which theyhad worked on and which had proved so successful. The boys quizzed Martinabout soccer skills and gradually the talk moved around to injuries.`Soccer's such a tough game these days' said Stephen, `it's not surprisingthat everyone gets so many injuries'.`Yeah, but not just a grazed knee', teased Ben and grinned in Stephen'sdirection.`OK, but it was a really fierce tackle from Ross which pulled me down'replied Stephen defensively.`I know, he's such a vicious player, I'm glad I'm not usually playingagainst him!' said Ben. `He had me down in practise last Wednesday, and Ireally strained my groin, just here'. With that he pulled back the briefshorts he was wearing and rubbed the very top of his thigh. The huge bulgewhich Martin had spotted earlier in the front of his shorts was evenclearer with the fabric of the shorts pulled tightly over it.`It's still quite painful now' he went on.`Sir, you're good at dealing with injuries - I feel great since you went towork on me' Stephen interrupted. He had a big smirk across his face as headded `why don't you see what you can do for Ben?'Martin wasn't sure how to react to this. When he had been alone withStephen earlier, it was quite obvious from the minute that an erectionappeared in his shorts while Martin had been massaging his thigh that thelad was up for some man to boy fun. But was Stephen really suggesting arepeat session with his mate? Martin was always extremely careful not togo further with any of the lads than they really wanted, but he was nowdesperate for some relief and all the indications were that these two teensshared everything together.`Sure, I'm happy to take a look' he said as he moved one more to thebackseat. `Just stay in that position and open your legs a bit wider,Ben'.Martin stood in front of the hunky teenager, while his friend sat next tohim, beginning to enjoy the scene that he had set up. Martin leant forwardand began to slide both his hands across the lower part of Ben's leg justabove the knee. The warm skin felt soft but firm as Martin's hands gently massaged themuscle, gently, slowly working a little higher with each stroke. The bulgein Ben's shorts was making them tent out now, lifting the flimsy nylonmaterial and exposing the mesh beneath. There was no disguising what theyoung lad had in mind now as Martin's fingers lightly brushed the fine,downy hair at the top of Ben's thighs as it darkened and thickened as itdisappeared beneath the mesh liner.`This seemed to do the trick with Stephen just now' said Martin.`Oh yeah' moaned Ben, his breathing getting heavier `that feels so good,Sir. I want you to do just the same to me as you did to Stephen.'`Just lean back and relax, then. You're really very tense and strainedjust here. In fact these shorts are full to bursting. I'm really going tohave to get to work to relieve you fully.'Ben's boy-cock was now jutting from the leg of the shorts, encased in themesh of the liner. Even though there was no damp patch visible, Martincould clearly smell the tangy scent of precum in the air, and he figuredthat Ben's cock was leaking heavily now. The lad leaned further back onthe seat, moaning and groaning and squirming with the feelings of pleasureand giving Martin complete access.`Oh, Sir, please don't stop until you've completely worked me over. Yourtouch feels so good, and it makes me rock-hard. Come on rub me some more,oh yeah...'`Stephen liked me to lick his cock - is that something you'd like too,Ben?' asked Martin, really getting into the scene now. `Would you like meto tongue your hardness through that mesh?'`Oh yes, Sir, do it soon, 'cos I'm getting so excited - I haven't shot aload for days and I need to shoot one now. I wanna feel your tongue on myyoung cock.'Martin needed better access to the bulging contents of those sexy shorts.Quickly he pulled off his own tracksuit bottom, his briefs springing free,then with a quick nod to Stephen to slide along the seat a little, he gotup onto the bench himself, his knees either side of Ben's legs, his tight,nylon-clad bum sticking up in the air. The air was filled with the quiet groans from Ben and with the smell ofmusky man-sex. Gently, he lowered himself down to bury his nose into Ben'scrotch, to savour more of that exciting smell, and began a slow lickingstroke across the whole length of Ben's massive cock. The mesh fabricteased his tongue, and now up close he could see just how much it had beensoaked by the boy's precum, oozing in a constant stream from the slit inthe red swollen head. Balancing on one hand, he reached round with theother inside the right hand leg of the blue shorts, and gently grabbed thelad's bulging balls, churning with their massive load of cream. Continuinghis oral frisking of the teen-cock, he worked his way back up to the headwhich, even encased in the mesh, he could take right down into his mouth.The honey taste of the boy-juice and the smell pervading the back seat madehis head reel, as he sensed a movement further along the bench. Briefly helooked downwards as Stephen flipped onto his back and moved his headbetween Martin's legs giving perfect access to his straining erection. Atlast Martin too was to get the relief that he needed after all the pent upemotion of the afternoon.`Ah, Sir, suck my hot cock - lick up all that juice 'cos there's anotherload to cum, and I can't hold onto it much longer' moaned Ben.Martin swallowed Ben's hard cock once more, squeezing and massaging hisnut-sack, which seemed red-hot with the passion of the moment, just asStephen flipped Martin's fat man-dick out the top of his damp briefs andtook it into his hot mouth.With the hot action of Martin's tongue, Ben reached an overwhelming wave ofemotion, one he had hardly experienced before in his teenage years. Heheld his breath, trying to extend the feeling, trying to hold back theinevitable, trying desperately not to burst his nut. But then, with anexplosive release of his breath, he cried out:`Oh yes, Sir, sir, I'm gonna cum, Sir.... Jeez, I hope you're ready 'cos Ican't hold this load any more, Sir. Here it cums, aaaaagh.'Martin was desperate for air himself as Stephen, buried between his legs,worked his own cock to a climax, but still he managed to swallow the wholelength of Ben's rod of steely flesh. The thin mesh wasn't able to containthe flood of jizz which quickly soaked it and oozed through fillingMartin's mouth with warm, tangy teenage cream. At last Martin could gaspfor air and he began thrusting downwards, fucking Stephen's face, andbursting into his own climax.Ben was completely spent as he sprawled on the back seat and Martincollapsed on top of him leaving only Stephen to sit up and survey theaftermath of the horny scene. The air was full of the smell of sex thatanyone who arrived at that moment couldn't help bit notice. Quickly Martinregained his senses and realised that although he could entirely trust thetwo lads, he must tidy himself up just in case.At that moment, he heard the noise of an engine draw up and he peered overthe back seat to see the breakdown truck had arrived. As he watched, thedriver hopped out of the cab and Martin recognised him as Tim, one of hisstudents who had left the soccer team just a couple of years ago. Nowprobably 19 or 20, he had lost none of his boyish good looks, but hadclearly kept up the fitness training because his chest and arms bulgednicely in the tight white T-shirt, and his muscular legs were equally wellshown off by the small rugby shorts he had on.`Hi Sir! What a coincidence!' Tim smiled broadly when he saw Martinlooking down from the door of the coach.`Tim! I didn't know you had gone into car maintenance. I thought you wereintending to go to university.'`Well, I am, but thought I'd take a gap year. I'm working to save somemoney so I can go off to Europe in a couple of months time.'`You seem to be keeping yourself in good shape. You always did take yourtraining seriously, didn't you?'`Oh sure thing. I used to live for those soccer training sessions, if youwant to know the truth. We used to, err, have a good time didn't we, eh,sir?'Tim smiled cheekily as he said this, and Martin thought fondly back two orthree years, when Tim first joined the team. There had been this kind ofstrange unspoken understanding between them, and though Martin had not puta finger wrong in school time, many was the occasion that they weretogether in the gym, or on the soccer field, and they had caught eachother's eye at odd moments which seemed to take on a special significance.Tim was one hell of a sexy lad, and had a succession of girl friends. Buthe was really open and good-natured and somehow unjudgemental, and withoutever having raised the subject - how could he? Martin just knew that Timwas one of those boys who, though basically straight, would be ready to tryanything once (or twice!). There had never been the opportunity to testthis out when Tim was a sixth former. But now? The events of theafternoon had been so horny, that Martin was ready to believe that anythingmight happen.`So what's up with the coach, sir?'`Well, I was rather hoping that you might be able to tell me that! We hadsmoke coming from under this part.' Martin pointed rather helplessly tothe middle of the bus. `Why not come up and take a look?'Tim jumped up the steps, carrying in a toolbag. He followed Martin downthe aisle about halfway, and Martin pointed under one of the seats wherethe smoke had first been sighted. Tim lay on his back on the floor of thebus, and pulled himself under the seat to see what he could find. As helay back, Martin was pleased to see that the boy parted his legs, and thetight white rugby shorts stretched enticingly across his crutch. Moreexciting still, Martin could see down the left leg of the shorts, to theupper part of Tim's naked thigh.`Well, I can't see anything' said Tim, as he peered under the seat.`Mmm, I'm not sure that I can either' said Martin, in a soft voice, full ofsignificance.`Oh, really? Well I'll keep on looking. If you spot anything, let meknow.' With that, Tim parted his legs even wider, and brought his righthand downwards and began to gently stroke the front of his rugby shorts.This was some hot kid! He certainly knew how to turn his ex-teacher on!`I'm not sure, sir, but I think I can feel something just here.' Tim rubbedhimself more firmly. `Do you want to check it out, to see if I've got theright place?'`OK, if you think that I might be able to help.' Martin found it difficultto control his voice, he was so excited. He could see that Tim's shortswere getting tighter by the second as they filled to bursting point willhis swelling teencock. He reached forward a little gingerly, and as hishand touched the soft cotton of the shorts Tim removed his own hand atonce, leaving Martin full access.`At last, sir. After all this time. I wanted you to do this to me threeyears ago, and all the times we were alone together after matches. Well,better late than never, I guess.'Tim pushed himself towards Martin, and the teacher began to stroke theex-pupil's hardness in the sexy shorts. Unlike the boys whose cocks Martinhad already wanked that afternoon, Tim had a firmness and maturity thatthey lacked. He was a real stud, and he knew it. He loved beingworshipped by his girlfriends, and was not amiss to being tossed off bysome of his mates after matches. But he had long set his sights onseducing slightly older guys, and could not believe his luck that had comehis way. Who would have thought when he set off from the garage just tenminutes before that he would be lying on his back being felt up by hisformer teacher. And he had so much cum to deliver - not having had a fuckor wank for three days. He badly wanted to pump it all for Martin, but hehoped that they would work each other up slowly to a tumultuous climax. Hewas certainly in no rush to get back to work!Martin was entranced. To be feeling the hard meat of the most handsome ofhis former strikers was bliss. Beneath the soft fabric of the shorts, hecould make out the full length of the teenager, who filled his shortsfantastically with throbbing cockmeat. There was something holding hiscock firmly under the shorts - briefs? Martin worked his hand constantlythrough the outside of the shorts, but was desperate to get under them andworking on the lad's hot cock. So after a few minutes he slipped his handup the leg, and was delighted to find that Tim's boycock was encased in ahugging jockstrap. The feel of the boy's prick through the ultra-thincotton was breathtaking, and Martin was so excited, lightly feathering thehot hardness in the thin white fabric. The tender cocktip was damp andsticky in the cotton, and leaked fresh precum, and he could tell that thekid mushroom bell was tender and fresh to the touch.`Tug your shorts down, Tim' whispered Martin. As he pulled at the rugbyshorts, which gave easily under his pressure and slid down the lad's legs,he felt Tim in turn pulling at his tracksuit. The trousers came free atonce, and he helped Tim pull them downwards. Then the two manoeuvredthemselves into a classic 69 position on the floor of the bus. Tim'smagnificently bulging jock thrust up to meet Martin. And his own nylonbriefs were positioned under the ex-sixth-former's eager mouth. Then thetwo closed up on their respective goals, and clamped their mouths over thestraining fabric of cotton and nylon pouches. Each sucked eagerly on theother, enjoying the mix of soft cloth and hard flesh, the bucking cockmeatgiving up its precious gift of honey precum.Every now and then one of the two would stop sucking and urge his companionon with eager instructions. Then he would resume his suck-off work, andthe other would speak in turn:`Oh yeah, yeah, that's it Tim. Suck my cock in my nylon briefs. What afantastic kid you are. I never thought you would do this for me.'`Ooh, sir, my cock feels great in my jock. Suck that hot jock, suck it,suck my hot boycock. Oh yeah, yeah, that's good, that's good. Fuck,that's hot. I love feeling your warm mouth on my dick. My jock is sowet!'`Your cock is fantastic Tim. I want you to shoot you hot jizz out of thetop of your white jock, and in my mouth. I want to taste your creamyboycum and drink every drop as you pump spunk. Oh God, that's fantastic.Suck me like that again. I can't believe it - my briefs are so wet with precum - I want to emptymy spunk any minute.'`That's good, sir, that's so good. My cock is tingling like crazy. Myballs are choked with cream - I want to pump cum so badly. Can't hold backmuch longer.'`Good boy, good boy, pump your hips up and down a bit. Give me a good facefuck. Now, I'm going to release the tip of your cock from your jock.There, that's it. God, what a gorgeous cock. Love that big wet head.What a juicy boy you are.'`Come on sir, come on, suck me, please suck that cock. Yeah, that's it.Hey, I can see your cock through these nylon briefs - God, they're fuckinghorny, they're so wet with your precum that I can see right through them.Your big cock is pulsing under the nylon.'`Mmm, thanks for that, that's it, suck my seethrough nylon for me. I wantto deliver such a creamy load of spunk, any moment now. Any moment...'`Ahh, oh I'm going to cum, I'm there, I'm there'`Come on Tim, come on, shoot your hot boycum for me. Come on, do it now!!'`Ahh, yeah, here I cumm, aaaahh...'`That's it, that's it. Creamy and thick, that's it. Mmmm' - Martin clampedhis mouth over the pumping spunkstick and greedily gobbled the boyjuice.`Ahhh, that's fucking fantastic. Oh my God, your cock is beginning tospunk inside your briefs. That is so horny. They're filling up with cum... so much cum too - that's it, keep it cumming! Wow, what a sight.'`Mmmmmmm.'`Yeah, man, such cream.'`Oh God Tim, you're fantastic.'The unmistakable sound of footsteps could be heard as someone entered thecoach. `Martin - how are things going? Did you get anywhere with themechanic?'It was James...Martin's head was spinning as he came down from the fantastic feelings ofhis second orgasm within half an hour. He could scarcely believe that theteenager he had admired at school for so long, and had barely manage toresist an encounter with for 3 years, had at last shared such an intimateexperience with him. And it could hardly be better than this stud wearing ajock strap, Martin's most favourite of underwear. But as the waves ofpassion subsided, and James' voice invaded his consciousness, the realityof his situation began slowly to dawn on him. Stephen and Ben had jumpedoff the coach once Tim had arrived, but of course they would have raced offto join the others and straight away James know that the breakdown serviceshad arrived. So it was no surprise that, although the excitement and lustjust shared between Tim and Martin had been all too short, James was nowcoming to check things out.Martin quickly jerked up his tracksuit trousers, but could James havefailed to notice, and be suspicious anyway that he was lying on the floorwith the mechanic?`Oh, hi James, we've just been taking a look here to see whether anythingis up'.Martin had wanted to make the situation seem normal, but he was immediatelyaware that this sounded ambiguous. He looked up at James who had a look ofboth surprise and interest on his face. Tim on the floor behind him hadbeen partly hidden from sight as James walked up the aisle, but now Jamescould see clearly that his shorts were half way around his hips, havingbeen abruptly pulled up and his T-shirt was dishevelled and untidy. Martinnoticed the two of them quickly exchange glances.`...and have you found anything interesting down there?' replied James, andnodded in Tim's direction with a grin. `Perhaps something just needsgreasing up.' Instead of returning to normal, the situation was gettingmore charged again. All the time Martin and James had spent together,James had given no indication of anything other than friendship, and Martinhad simply admired this hunk with the model's body from afar. Butsuddenly, Martin was getting the hint of another side to him.`I hope I'm not too late to help you two guys.'Martin glanced at James' crotch. He knew from their many times together inthe locker room that he had a larger than average, and thoroughlytasty-looking cock, but there seemed the definite indication from the bulgeat the fly of his jeans that James was getting turned-on by thisconversation.`I've driven these coaches loads of times for the kids and I know that theseat just here folds down for easier access to the emergency exit door.Here, Martin, just reach across and turn that lever, while I push.'Still half-sitting on the floor, Martin leant over and reached under thebench. James stepped across and as he collapsed the seat, his crotch wasjust inches from Martin's face, the tang of man-scent filling his nostrils,and the outline of James' growing erection was now making a clear outlinein the fabric of his jeans. Martin longed to reach forward and squeeze thetantalising bulge, but the last thing he wanted to do was jeopardise therelationship with his best mate. He had to be sure.`Here, let me help', said Tim, leaping up from his position on the floornext to Martin. His arm reached across James but instead of stretching forthe bench, his hand lingered on James' T-shirt and his fingers beganteasing the outline of James' nipple clearly showing through the tightwhite fabric stretched across his muscular chest.`Mmmmm' moaned James. `You always did know how to go straight to thepoint!'Martin couldn't believe his ears - James must know Tim already; and prettyintimately too !`Oh yes, squeeze my tits, Tim, you know that makes me feel so good'.Martin gazed at the mound before his eyes, and at last he plucked upcourage and began to massage the front of the jeans. The hard rod lookedhuge now, pressing out large and bold down the left leg of his trousers.Martin knew it would be aching for relief in the tight confines of thedenim, so deftly he undid the leather belt, popped the top button and drewdown the zipper. The sight was wonderful. James always chose the most sexyof underwear, and today was no exception. The pale yellow nylon of hispouch barely confined his hard meat, and even in this short time, it hadleaked so much pearly precum juice that the nylon clung to the head,clearly showing its outline. As the jeans dropped to the floor, Martingently cupped his heavy ball-sack in his hand, enjoying the warmth throughthe smooth underwear, then he began to work his tongue at the top of James'thighs, making the dark fuzz of hair slippery with his spit. His tonguecrept further and further under the elastic that tucked the pouch betweenhis legs, tasting the salty sweat of his balls.James groaned in delight with the attention - his best mate servicing hiscock while the teenager was working his nipples through the thin whitecotton. He'd thought so many times of what it would be like with Martin.From time to time, he had caught Martin checking out his body, but thenthat's what all guys do with each other. Still, he worked hard to keep hisbody toned and in-trim and tanned, just in case a situation ever arose, butuntil now he'd never dared chance it.`Oh yes, mate, I knew you'd be expert at seeing to me. Your tongue's makingmy balls tingle and churn and I've got a helluva load waiting for you.'The talk was turning Tim on. Always horny, his cock had never gone softsince the recent shoot and now was rigid once more. He pulled thedraw-string of the rugby shorts and let them slip down once again, givinghim freedom to work his hand over the pouch of his jock. James slid hishands around behind Tim to clasp and massage his tight teen bum-cheeks.The sight of the white elastic straps stretched over the pale fleshreminded him of the first time he'd seen Tim walking through the changingroom at school. What a turn-on !Martin was enjoying the scene. After his two climaxes, he was content tospend his whole effort giving James the best time he could. His mouth wasworking overtime, and soon the pouch was completely transparent, partlyfrom Martin's saliva but mainly from the constant stream of pre-jizz. Thetight pouch couldn't contain the full length of James' cock and theslippery, shiny red head popped out of the narrow side of the briefs,giving Martin complete access to work his tongue over and over the smoothsurface and dip into the slit for a taste of nectar. Tim slipped James'T-shirt over his head to give himself more freedom to work on his nippleswith his tongue making them stand out proud and hard, while he stillfrisked his own rigid teen-pole through the cotton jock. The thin whitecotton pouch still showed the drying patch of precum from the earliersession and now was getting soaked through again with the fresh flood ofjuices, leaving the fabric slick and semi-transparent. The firm fleshstretched the material, clearly showing the contours of the teen'sman-cock. Tim knew his cock always drew the attention of his girlfriends, and heloved the occasional session with a guy, but this workout with two of hisex-teachers was the best and having already bust his nut with Martin, hewas now happy to give James all the attention while gently wanking himselfoff.`Aaah, you two horny guys are making me so hot. Yeah, my cream is reallybursting to cum now.' James thrust his crotch into Martin's face matchingthe rhythm of his tongue-strokes over the bulging head, and along thelength of the shaft. `Ooooh, I've wanted this for so long, mate, and itsso good. I can't hold back. Lick my cock, yeah lick it and lap up thathoney, because there's cream to follow any second now. Jeez, I've neverfelt so hard in my life. Squeeze my balls, and make that spunk squirt!'Quickly, Martin released the whole of his man-meat and balls from the nylonpouch of the briefs, leaving them fully exposed so he could give themmaximum attention. He proceeded to take James' cock into his mouth, atfirst just the head, moving his tongue around and up and down theunderneath side of the head. James gasped and moved his hands to Martin'sshoulders, gently massaging them. Then he slowly moved his hands up to hisface and wiped the damp hair from his forehead while he worked more of hisenormous cock into Martin's mouth. James was getting very close to cummingbut Martin certainly didn't want him to just yet. He took his entire cockdown his throat and kept it there without moving, holding it as long as hecould hold his breath, then coming up for more air then back down on itagain. After a couple more times like this James began to squirm aroundwhile Martin had his cock down his throat.Martin wanted this to last, but knew that James was fast approaching thatpoint where it's just no longer possible to delay the inevitable. Hismouth swallowed the hard meat right down while he squeezed and toyed withhis smooth ball-sack. James threw his head back - the electricity fromhaving his nipples sucked, and his best mate sucking his rigid cockoverwhelmed him.`Here it cums guys. You're the best and this is just for you. Aaagh mycream is just boiling...'The cum filled Martin's mouth, thick and creamy and at the same time, fromhis perfect vantage point, he could see Tim cumming to another climax withperfect timing. The teenager barely needed to touch his young cock for thejizz to overflow, and it flooded the cotton of his jock and oozed beneaththe elastic of the pouch. As James collapsed against the back of the seat,Martin leaned across to lap at the teen- cum, savouring the taste andsmell. The cotton was completely soaked with the two loads of spunk andclung to the softening meat-pole.`Oh yeah, Sir, that feels good. Lick my shaft and taste my cream. You guysare really the horniest.'The three were exhausted. And the smell of man-sex and sweat hung in theair, as they collapsed together on the bench.Finally, James spoke. `W ell, I guess we ought to get this bus moving; thesooner we get back to my place, the sooner we can have some more fun!'`I'll get my grease then', replied Tim, with a cheeky grin.THE ENDIf you liked this, let me know. Better still, why not write something withme, on a similar theme - briefs, shorts, etc.