Soccer Boys
Angelo plays for the local soccer team. "Come and perve on my boyfriend playing soccer," said Tommy. "It's worth it, he looks hot. You'll get to see his sexy legs."
"Okay." I shrugged and tried to look nonchalant. "Why not." I was being offered 18 year old Italian boy’s soccer legs, don’t you worry, I was getting a move along.
Tommy smiled. "His fucken team mates will blow your mind. All fit wog boys. All cute as hell."
I raised my eye brows, I could feel them rise. I was trying to get a mental picture.
"You're going to salivate." Tommy laughed.
Angelo looks hung in his baggy soccer shorts. Sexy. More like a man than ever I have seen him. And great legs, it was true.
Tommy wasn't wrong, about the team mates. A bunch of smiley, cute, sexy, happy, sweaty, enthusiastic, running, jumping wog boys as far as the eye could see. They all seemed nice, too. Friendly, happy guys.
Soldier on with Codral.
Afterwards we headed to the change room, tagging along behind Angelo. He caught on and stopped us and said, "You two aren't coming into the change rooms."
"Fucken oath we are," said Tommy. "I'm not missing that lot in the showers."
Angelo raised his hands into the air and winced. “Um, no you are not.”
“I’m going in, sorry Angelo.”
“No, wait, not a chance.” Angelo followed me.
Tommy lost all control.
Then it was smiley, cute, sexy, happy, wet, naked, wog boys as far as the eye could see. Fucken hell! Yum!
I nudge Angelo.
“I saw him,” said Angelo.
I had to be careful not to make it too obvious. It was hard not to. I had to work on keeping the smile off my face too.
“You two shouldn’t just ignore me,” said Tommy bringing up the rear.
The cocks on them? Fuck! Thick and hanging down like you see those rows of salamis in the deli window.
“Hi mate,” one of them said to me.
“You with Tommy?” asked another.
A sea of hairy legs and hairy arses. Thick hair-covered thighs sliding up the back of those guys to form into the sexy round muscles that split in the middle in a deep black ravine. Fuck I love hairy arses.
There were a couple of those guys that I was mentally fingering, oh, I was. I was up to my first knuckle in Blake. I had two, maybe three fingers up Henry’s spectacular, hairy arse. Peeling their arse lips back to feel their pink insides.
“You right, are you?” asked Tommy.
“Don’t get in the way Tommy.”
My cock was half hard, I couldn't stop it. It just lay in my jocks half swelled up and hot and throbbing. I had to head outside with Tommy and stand in the sun and smoke a cigarette. I know, bad me.
Tommy was grinning from ear to ear. "Did you see that?"
"Yep."
"The one with the..."
"Yep!"
"I reckon it was..."
"At least."
I took a cigarette from Tommy. "I thought you'd given up?"
"I had... have. Jesus!"
“Make you want to suck on something…”
“The one with the longer hair…”
“Choke on it.” We both laughed. “Death by dick.”
“Could you imagine?”
"Okay." I shrugged and tried to look nonchalant. "Why not." I was being offered 18 year old Italian boy’s soccer legs, don’t you worry, I was getting a move along.
Tommy smiled. "His fucken team mates will blow your mind. All fit wog boys. All cute as hell."
I raised my eye brows, I could feel them rise. I was trying to get a mental picture.
"You're going to salivate." Tommy laughed.
Angelo looks hung in his baggy soccer shorts. Sexy. More like a man than ever I have seen him. And great legs, it was true.
Tommy wasn't wrong, about the team mates. A bunch of smiley, cute, sexy, happy, sweaty, enthusiastic, running, jumping wog boys as far as the eye could see. They all seemed nice, too. Friendly, happy guys.
Soldier on with Codral.
Afterwards we headed to the change room, tagging along behind Angelo. He caught on and stopped us and said, "You two aren't coming into the change rooms."
"Fucken oath we are," said Tommy. "I'm not missing that lot in the showers."
Angelo raised his hands into the air and winced. “Um, no you are not.”
“I’m going in, sorry Angelo.”
“No, wait, not a chance.” Angelo followed me.
Tommy lost all control.
Then it was smiley, cute, sexy, happy, wet, naked, wog boys as far as the eye could see. Fucken hell! Yum!
I nudge Angelo.
“I saw him,” said Angelo.
I had to be careful not to make it too obvious. It was hard not to. I had to work on keeping the smile off my face too.
“You two shouldn’t just ignore me,” said Tommy bringing up the rear.
The cocks on them? Fuck! Thick and hanging down like you see those rows of salamis in the deli window.
“Hi mate,” one of them said to me.
“You with Tommy?” asked another.
A sea of hairy legs and hairy arses. Thick hair-covered thighs sliding up the back of those guys to form into the sexy round muscles that split in the middle in a deep black ravine. Fuck I love hairy arses.
There were a couple of those guys that I was mentally fingering, oh, I was. I was up to my first knuckle in Blake. I had two, maybe three fingers up Henry’s spectacular, hairy arse. Peeling their arse lips back to feel their pink insides.
“You right, are you?” asked Tommy.
“Don’t get in the way Tommy.”
My cock was half hard, I couldn't stop it. It just lay in my jocks half swelled up and hot and throbbing. I had to head outside with Tommy and stand in the sun and smoke a cigarette. I know, bad me.
Tommy was grinning from ear to ear. "Did you see that?"
"Yep."
"The one with the..."
"Yep!"
"I reckon it was..."
"At least."
I took a cigarette from Tommy. "I thought you'd given up?"
"I had... have. Jesus!"
“Make you want to suck on something…”
“The one with the longer hair…”
“Choke on it.” We both laughed. “Death by dick.”
“Could you imagine?”
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