WWW Soccer Kit Fetish Stroke Story One SHOOT! SHOOT! Written for Pink Triangle by the Track Coach You probably won't be too surprised to learn that I sometimes play soccer for a fairly good local side, and my friends tell me I'm a pretty good striker. Most of the guys at the football club are straight, though, so whenever I'm there my biggest problem is frustration! I've developed a bit of a "passion" for one or two of the other players, but they're all too busy chasing girls to notice. That's probably just as well, but it doesn't help much when I start getting horny in my gear! In the changing-rooms before one particular game, I took off my jeans and sweatshirt as usual. I was only wearing a jock underneath ... a size too small for me! ... as I went over to the basket for my gear. Our team colours are red satin shorts, with yellow strip and matching yellow-and-red socks. When I was about to slip into my gear, I glanced across the room and noticed Maurice Taylor, our goalie, putting on his kit. Maurice is into weights, and he's bulging with muscle. He was standing there dressed only in a pair of football socks and the team strip, with a huge prick swinging freely between his well-muscled thighs ... I guess it must swell to a fat, cut nine inches when it's roused. Now that's a cock I wouldn't mind sucking! Like a lot of the guys, Maurice never bothers with a jock, and when he pulls his shorts on his heavy weapon and big balls only fit inside if he gives them a bit of manual assistance! So, before we even got onto the field, I had a bloody great hard-on! When I finally tore my eyes away from Maurice, I noticed Simon Young on the far side of the room. He's 19, but has a really youthful, hairless body. He'd already changed for the game, and was bending to tie his laces. Simon's got a really great ass, and it looks so inviting with those sexy satin shorts stretched across his cheeks! He always seems to choose a pair that's a size too small, so I get to see his exciting ridge. And unlike the others, Simon does like a good hard screwing ... as I've already found out! By then the dressing-room area was starting to get hot. A smell of fresh liniment pervaded the air, as the rest of our young team tended to their muscles. Darryl Peters, a dark-haired boy around 20 who looks a bit like a young Gary Lineker, came over to chat to me about our tactics for the game. As he came towards me, he was straightening his free-swinging prick beneath his flimsy red shorts ... yet another guy who doesn't wear a jock! I stroked my own tool secretively, thinking to myself that I wouldn't mind that one in my mouth, either! But the game was due to start soon. We were set to play a visiting West German youth team, who were staying at the local YMCA. Darryl, who's our captain, told us all that he hoped it would be a good game, and soon afterwards we were on the pitch and meeting our opponents for the first time. My cock was beginning to subside at last, and so I began to size up the opposition. One or two of the Germans were really good-looking, especially wearing their all-white kit: high-cut shorts, with strip and socks to match ... really sexy-looking, and quite flimsy too, by the look of it! Suddenly, on the far side of the pitch, I noticed a tall, good-looking striker. This boy had a really beautiful body. Naturally, he had fine blond hair, which he wore fairly long, and he was a real turn-on. I could feel my cock starting to wake up again, and had to concentrate hard to stop it from getting out of control! As luck would have it, it was my job to mark this great looker, and I had no trouble in watching his every move. Quite a number of times during the match, I found myself face-to-face with the blond bombshell, but knew I'd have to wait until later to find out just who he was. When the game came to an end ... the Germans won by just one goal ... I didn't seem to care. Somehow I just had to meet this incredible vision! Both sides left the field, and all our kit was in a pretty muddy state. For once, though, I decided to get dressed straight away, and not bother with the usual communal bath or shower. Sweaty bodies and steam make the place ripe for an instant orgy, but they never really led anywhere. And on this occasion, I had other plans. I slipped on my jeans, sweatshirt and trainers once more, threw a clean set of our team's kit into my bag and left quickly, just in time to see a coach drive up ready to whisk the German team away. They apparently planned to shower and change back at the YMCA, and just then I caught sight of the delicious blond in his tracksuit. "What the hell," I thought to myself, and decided to take the plunge. After all, I wasn't likely to meet them again, and there wasn't much time. "Hi!", I called to the boy. "I just wanted to say thanks for the game. It was really great". The blond boy, whom I noticed had the most penetrating pale blue eyes, looked startled at first, but then said in flawless English, "Yes, we enjoyed it too. By the way, my name is Dieter ... what's yours?" I hesitated only briefly, mentally stripping the boy, before telling him my own first name; and then we exchanged a few details. Dieter was 18, a student of Art and Design, living with his family just outside Bonn, and he learnt his English at a summer school in London. Already I was worried that Dieter would disappear on the coach. "It was nice to meet you", he said to me, and I suddenly realised I couldn't let things end there. "Look, I know we're all due to meet up later at the 'Y', but do you fancy a drink at my place first? We can take a cab, and then another later to meet up with the rest of the guys". The invitation couldn't have come too soon. Dieter agreed, and we picked up our sports bags and headed for the cab-rank. Soon he was sat next to me in the cab, and we rode the short distance to my flat. When we arrived I poured Dieter a small scotch, as we eyed each other up. "Nice flat you have", he said to me, and I nodded. Some idle conversation followed, but it soon became evident that Dieter was taking more than a casual interest in me. We faced one another, starting to talk about training methods, but I couldn't take my eyes off Dieter's bulging crotch. "Bist du eine schwuler?" asked Dieter suddenly, and my German was sufficient to know that I was being asked if I was gay. "Yes, I am ... and I was kinda hoping you are, too!" I answered. Dieter smiled broadly. "Maybe we can have some fun then?" he suggested. Almost instinctively, Dieter suggested we should both change back into full soccer kit. I couldn't believe my luck! As we stood side by side, pulling our gear from our bags, I told Dieter to go through to the bedroom to change, and come out when he was ready. I'd change there in the living-room, I explained. With that, I kissed him hard on the mouth ... already, we were both fucking randy! Within seconds, it seemed, we both met up in the hallway: the young German boy wearing a freshly-laundered set of his virgin-white shorts and strip, plus his socks and boots from the match ... he was even wearing his shinguards! I had changed, too, into my clean, flimsy red satin shorts and yellow shirt, with my socks and boots as well. We both looked and felt really fantastic ... AND we both knew it! Dieter smiled and licked his lips. "Come over here ... you look really sexy in that red-and-yellow gear!" he said, and I moved in real close. The sexy blond boy began to feel my red satin shorts, which were bulging at the seams with my hard-on. I sighed and half-closed my eyes, as the young German slid both hands slowly up and down across the thin material, brushing them across my cock. My soccer gear was giving us both a great sensation! Meanwhile, I'd slipped my hand under Dieter's shirt, finding his ultra-sensitive nipples and stroking each one in turn until both were really firm and erect. At the same time, our mouths had come together in a long, hungry kiss. Soon I was feeling Dieter's ass through his sexy white shorts. Tight and firm! Maybe he likes to get screwed as well, I thought to myself. Kneeling down in front of my dishy new friend for the first time, I put my mouth up against Dieter's swollen prick inside his fabulous white shorts. My tongue shot out to lick the shaft, moistening the material. "That feels good!" said Dieter, so I licked him again. Then with my willing lips I began to suck, until pretty soon Dieter's white shorts were soaking wet, and I could see the outline of his stiff rod clearly through them. As I watched it throb and pulsate, Dieter started to feel my cock in the same way, as it strained to break out of its satin prison. "Suck on my cock, Dieter!" I cried out, and the German boy slid one hand into my shorts, ready to pull my cock through. "No ... not like that! Suck the head through my shorts, Dieter, like I did with yours. And try to keep it pointing either down or straight out in front. I want to feel it held by the shorts as well!" Dieter smiled knowingly, whispering sexily into my ear, "So ... you like it the same way as me!" He slid my cock back inside my shorts and knelt before me. I spread my legs as wide as I could manage, stroking my aching balls slowly and deliberately through my gear as Dieter's mouth went to work on the tip of my throbbing, rock-hard prick, sucking on it hungrily. As the German god sucked on my weapon, I began to get really worked up. His hands were all over my tits, working them over feverishly. Suddenly we were both on the floor ... we started to 69! ... but THROUGH each other's shorts! "I can't help it Dieter," I told him, lifting my head from his delicious crotch for a moment, "I wanted you as soon as I saw you on the field! The sight of you in these little shorts made me want to cum right there on the centre-line, in front of everyone! But now I want to shoot a load of hot cum right up your sexy German ass!" Dieter said nothing ... he was busy weighing my heavy, low-hanging balls in one hand. "Do you want us to take our gear?" I asked him, but Dieter indicated that he wanted us to keep it on. I was all in favour of this, of course, but queried "Even our boots?" just to make certain. "Oh yes!" replied Dieter. "We can have a private replay of the match ... but in our own way!" The German boy slid his hands back onto my satin shorts and stroked them, urgently but lovingly, enjoying the sensitive material as much as I was doing myself. My prick was so hard by that time! Dieter went down on it again, taking the head deep into his mouth right through the flimsy satin. I cried out in passion, closed my eyes, and began to think of lovely things like those guys on the field that day in their kit ... and how I'd love to screw some of them! This sexy German youth was really working me up by then ... higher and higher ... faster and faster. I wasn't too sure how much more of his treatment I could take! I tried to pull away, wanting to make the sensations we were enjoying last a little longer, and Dieter seemed to realise what I was doing. His mouth released my prick and shorts ... but his hands went straight back into urgent action ... squeezing and tickling the head of my prick through my shorts, just using his thumb and forefinger, as he whispered to me again. "You're ready to shoot the goal of the season for me now, aren't you?" he asked me. "Yes ... oh, yes!" I responded. I cried out at the top of my voice, "I'M READY TO SHOOT! I'll cum all over you, Dieter, if you don't stop!" But the German had other plans, and stopped his sensual movements at once. "Let's swap kit with each other now," he suggested excitedly. "I want to get the feeling of yours, and see you turning on in my gear!" I really loved that idea! First we scrambled out of our shirts, swapping them over and each clambering into the other's ... we were even the same size! Then off came our sexy, sensual shorts ... Dieter slipped mine on lovingly, as I was clambering feverishly into the thin white pair that Dieter had just peeled from his young crotch. "Now you can shoot as many times as you want!" Dieter told me happily, crouching between my spread legs once more. "I'm really going to love it when I make you shoot all your hot sticky cum over the inside of my shorts!" he exclaimed. "Cum as much as you can ... I want to take your cream back to Germany in my shorts with me!" And with that, Dieter pushed his fingertips up both legs of those sexy white shorts to find my full and heavy balls hanging loosely inside them, stroking and tickling them gently. As he did so, his mouth went back to work on my cockhead through the sexy white nylon. I gasped with sheer delight, and my breathing became faster and faster as I groaned, "I'm ready to shoot a load of my cum for you, Dieter ... I'm gonna cream the inside of your shorts ... any second now!!" Dieter just kept on working me over with his fingers and mouth, ready to force every last drop of love-juice from my swollen prick. He was tickling my balls with the very tips of his fingers, as lightly as he knew how, while his lips began kissing my cockhead through his own white shorts. And still I was crying out ... "I'm going to cum for you any second now, Dieter ... blow on my balls, man!" Dieter seemed to know just what I needed. Pulling his fingers out of the shorts, he put his face between my thighs, blowing short bursts of cool air up the legs of the shorts I was wearing and onto my balls and ass-hole. The thin material puffed up clear of my crotch ... the sensation was electric! He wasn't even touching me now, and yet the feel of his shorts and his cool breath were enough! "Here cums my hot juice! It's gonna spray all over your sexy German shorts, Dieter! Keep on blowing ... HERE IT C-U-M-S!!" And then I came! Great spurts of cream showered upwards, covering Dieter's white shorts and gushing down the leg! The German's tongue was there in an instant, determined not to let a drop go to waste, and he lapped it all up hungrily. Finally, as my massive climax began to subside, Dieter brought his lips to mine and we kissed again, long and hard. But there was still more to come! "When you've rested," Dieter muttered, "I want you to screw me while I'm wearing your shorts ... I want to shoot my spunk into them with your prick right up my ass!" With that, he began to lubricate my weapon with my own cream, bringing it back to its full length and thickness yet again. It took him quite a while ... he'd all but drained me the first time! ... but my libido seemed endless that day, and soon I was ready once more. Dieter moved back, spread his legs and rested his hands on his thighs. His cute ass looked so inviting, with my red satin shorts stretched across it! Dieter reached between his legs for a moment, pulling the shorts to one side and showing me his crack. "Please ... please screw me while I have your shorts on ... give me a screwing to remember!" I moved in closer to him, and he reached between his legs again, smearing my cream all over my prick as he pulled me to him, planting my cockhead right at his pulsating hole and backing onto it. He groaned long and low as I impaled him with my massive weapon. This was going to be the longest screw I'd ever had, I'd decided. I slid in and out of the boy as slowly as I could, each time making sure to give him every millimetre. "Oh yes," he growled at me, "I can feel it! I can feel your ramrod prick inside me! Screw me harder ... harder!" Gradually I increased my pace, until I was really ramming my cock in and out of the boy's hot hole. The force of my thrusts was causing Dieter's prick to bounce around freely inside my red shorts, and the feel of the material against him brought him even closer. Then Dieter started talking to me with that soft, sensual German accent of his. "This is our instant replay," he said to me. "You're running down the field now ... passing all our guys ... you're going to shoot! You're ready to shoot straight into my goal! Cum up my ass ... Shoot! ... SHOOT FOR GOAL!!" With the deepest thrust of my life, I must have almost reached young Dieter's stomach, and my jism shot from me like a bullet, drowning the boy's innards with sticky juice. Again and again I came into the German's ass, until I thought he'd burst. Dieter screamed, "That's it ... That's it! Push my cum out of me! Force it into your sexy shorts and make me DROWN them!!!" United like that, we came ... and came ... and came again, until there wasn't a drop left in either of us! Dieter took all I could give him gladly, and still wanted more. He clenched his cheeks to hold me inside him, squeezing it all from my cock before releasing me at last. Both our sexy shorts were soaked with cum, as eventually I withdrew from the boy. We relaxed there on the floor, held tightly in one another's arms. 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